1. West Coast Games - Part Two: The Free Fall


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    implicit little thrill for her when it came to inviting more attention and enjoying my discomfort. She gave me a little smile as she turned up the heat with her moves, showing off and making the boys sweat. “You don’t want to ever totally tame a girl like that,” Zane said, his eyes locked on her as he downed another round of premium vodka and Red Bull. “Enjoy it for what it is, and then get out while you still have your head straight.” “Don’t worry. I’ve got it under control.” Later, nearing the early hours of the morning I began to get tired, nearly nodding off as I slumped into the corner of the sofa in the VIP. Roxy was still flying high, as were most of the partygoers. I might have been the only guy there that was strictly imbibed on alcohol. Roxy was disappearing into the bathroom more and more often and the nose candy was being passed around to everyone but me. She’d tried to get me on board, claiming it was a special occasion and I was obliged to keep up, but I had given up the hard party favors years ago. My friends knew this and respected it. Roxy however, did not. “Let’s go home and have some fun,” I coaxed, my eyes bleary from the endless train of vodka shots. “It’s still early,” she cried. “I’m too wired to go home yet. Please, you promised. Just tonight and I’ll be a good girl for the whole year, I swear.” I shook my head at the empty words, but I was too tired to argue. I settled back onto the leather couch and let her do her thing. My brain was already ...
    shutting down. The noise, the music, even the loud conversations were becoming a lullaby, no longer assaulting my senses. I was drifting in and out of sleep, barely noticing the commotion when it all began. It was Zane who first woke me, his hand slapping my thigh, trying to rouse me. “Fuck, dude. Wake up. Are you watching this?” I was drunk. Really drunk. My eyes were half slits, opening tentatively, barely able to focus. The table had been cleared of bottles and half-finished glasses of alcohol and I caught the glimmer of silver stars in my vision next to shiny black edges. It took me a few moments to realize that I was looking at two sets of shoes, black lacquer stilettos and Roxy’s shimmery silver pair that I’d dropped two grand on earlier that afternoon. They were both up on the table and my gaze traveled upward along two sets of long bare legs. Roxy was dancing on the table with a girl. I had seen them going back and forth to the bathroom and assumed they’d become party friends that night but it was clear they were enjoying a little more than that. I later found out her name was Gia, another hot girl from the Hills, with a privileged upbringing, spoiled by men who found her pretty enough to invest in. I immediately saw the attraction for a girl like Roxy, and it wasn’t just a physical reaction to her long black hair, rich olive skin and lash-fringed dark eyes. In a way, Gia mirrored everything she wanted, and in turn, that made her something to want as well. The remainder of ...
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