Summerfields School of Sex

Summerfields School of Sex

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

It only takes one party for Lola's life to turn upside-down. And she's not necessarily complaining. (18+)

Summary

It only takes one party for Lola's life to turn upside-down. And she's not necessarily complaining. (18+)

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter One

Author Chapter Note

In which a party is held, but Lola doesn't know about the severe consequences it will cause.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 01, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 01, 2017

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“Courtney, I really don’t know if we should do this,” I try, but it doesn’t work. My best friend continues to open up never ending packs of red cups, and I regret telling her my parents were away for business.
“Lo.” Courtney sets down a bottle of tequila and gives me a flat look before adding, “Your parents are gone! It’s the teenage dream to have your parents go away so you can hold a party!”
I frown. I’m a teenager, and I’ve definitely never had that dream. “But they’re really iffy about parties, and they already think you’re a bad influence on me...”
“That’s an understatement,” Courtney says, and it’s true. She’s been arrested twice, and loves alcohol, even though she’s not twenty-one. “And Lola, you have this mansion all to yourself for the night. You need some company!”
“But -” She cuts me off.
“Just calm down,” she says, and then hands me a bottle of Smirnoff. “and have some vodka. It’ll mellow you out.”
I scowl at her before taking a big swig of it.

***

All it took was a single tweet containing my address and an order from Courtney to bring drinks for this party to escalate, majorly. The kitchen had to be turned into a mini bar because the hundred or so people that had came complied to Courtney’s request. And I, surprisingly, am enjoying myself.
My long raven black hair swishes around as I dance to the pulsing music, taking a shot with Courtney when she pours tequila into four shots. I throw the first shot down, reaching out to take the second, but I stop when another hand takes it. I look up in annoyance, assuming that I’ll see a grinning Courtney, but instead it’s a guy. A really hot guy at that fact.
His eyes are a stunning ocean blue, and a crooked smile hangs on his lips as he runs a hand through his fair hair. I notice that he’s already taken the shot.
“Sorry,” he shouts over the music. “How can I make it up to you?”
“By getting me another drink,” I say, handing him my cup. I can’t control the words that spill out next. “And then fucking me.” I don’t regret saying it.
He laughs. “Whoa, you serious? You don’t even know my name.”
“But I know you’ll be a good fuck,” I say, and then pout. “Come on. Please?”
The guy stares at me for a moment and shrugs, breaking out into a grin. “An offer like that, from a sexy fucking girl like you? Fuck, I can’t refuse that, can I?”
“No,” I tell him, linking my arms around his neck. “You can’t.” And then I kiss him.

I don’t know how we make it to my bedroom, but I know for sure I’m there when he locks the door, asking me, “You ready?”
“More than ready,” I breathe, and our lips crash together. We fall onto the bed and he pulls my dress up, his hands running dangerously up my thigh. And I don’t mind.
My legs unconsciously wrap around his waist, and he pulls off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. I slide my dress off, and pull down the zipper of his jeans.
“I want you,” I whisper, grinding my hips into the erection I feel in his boxers. He groans and I giggle. “Fuck me.”
“I will,” he says in his husky voice, and I swear my eyes roll up just from the anticipation. “If you beg.”
I give him a flat look. “I’m not one to beg.”
“Fine, suit yourself.” He removes his hands from my thighs, and goes down south. Oh, shit.
His teeth lightly graze the skin of my hip when he pulls down my thong, and my hips buck uncontrollably. I’m burning with lust, but I manage to say, “I’m not gonna beg.”
“You sure about that?” he asks, before unhooking my bra and taking my nipple into his mouth. I gasp as he licks around my sensitive nub, kneading my breast with one hand and the other slides down my stomach to rub my pussy.
“Damn, you’re already so wet,” he murmurs, and then he pushes a finger into my wet core. “and so tight.”
I’m shivering with lust, and I wanna be fucked so bad. There’s no other option, so I wave the white flag. “Fuck me, please.”
He smiles triumphantly, and I want to roll my eyes but I’m scared they’ll just roll up. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he says, that same smile hanging on his lips. He pulls down his boxers, and my eyes close. I’m so ready for this, for him.
He thrusts into my pussy, and it stretches to accept him. “Oh my God,” I whisper, but it comes out as more of a moan. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we share a hungry kiss as he fucks me relentlessly.
“Do you like that?” he asks, hitching my legs up onto his waist so he can fill more of me.
My eyes are closed as I reply, “Yes.” My words are taken with a loud moan, and my eyes open to see him rubbing my clit.
“You sure you wouldn’t prefer it harder?” Oh, for fuck’s sake. I was feeling close to my climax, but some of the sexual heat drops when he says that.
I nod, and he brings my lips to his. “Say it.”
The voice that speaks isn’t mine, even though it comes from my bruised lips. “I want you to fuck me harder.” That’s all I have to say for everything to spiral out of control.
It’s as if he’s possessed when he pounds into me faster and faster, but I’m not complaining. I can feel that knot in my stomach that I know all too well, and my eyes have rolled up completely.
He kisses me again, and I kiss back, parting my lips to grant his tongue entry. His tongue lingers in my mouth and I feel his fingers pinch my clit. I push him away and moan loudly, the waves of my climax crashing through me.
I can feel his dick throbbing whilst my inner walls contract, my head thrown back in pleasure. “Holy shit, shit, shit...” My voice is carried away with another loud moan, and I hear him grunt as he fills me up with his cream, and the way he’s gripping my thighs makes me wonder if there will be bruises there tomorrow.
Or more like today, it is the early morning after all.

“So, you wanna go back to the party?” he asks after we notice that the music is still playing. Strange, I never heard it.
I grab the cup of vodka and take another large gulp, and then reply, “Or not.” I change position so I’m on top of him, and when his hands find their way between my legs, I can tell this is going to be a fun night.

***

I’m woken up by the sound of my phone alarm blaring, and I groan loudly. Jolts of pain shoot through my skull, and there’s a headache looming behind them. How much had I had to drink last night? Or, more importantly, what the fuck happened last night? I get out of bed, stumbling a little, and when I look in the mirror, my eyes widen. Why am I naked?
There are several small bruises on my inner thighs, and a hickey on each side of my neck. I turn around, noticing the pieces of clothing strewn around the room. And then I see the guy sleeping in my bed.
“Oh my God,” I say, frowning. I run my hands through my tangled hair in frustration or maybe just confusion. “Holy shit!”
The guy in my bed has stirred, and he’s looking at me saying, “That’s not really what you wanna hear after fucking a girl several times.”
My jaw drops, and I remember a few things about last night; my hands running through his tousled hair as I moaned passionately. The rest of those memories are way more inappropriate. “Oh my God, how many times did we have sex?”
When I notice he has to count it with his fingers, I wonder if Courtney spiked my drink. This is not who I am, it’s more like Courtney to do this. “I think around six, but I’m just counting full on penetration there.” I let my head fall into my hands, and he then adds, “Oh yeah, I’m Brandon by the way.” I didn’t know his name? Oh God.
“Yeah, I’m... Lola.” I say distractedly, putting on my bra and my undies. “I’ll be right back.” I dash out of the room and run downstairs, hoping to find Courtney.
I see her asleep by the pool, next to some muscular guy lying on a crocodile in the pool. “Courtney,” I whisper, shaking her awake. “Court.”
Her eyes open, and she looks at me before grinning. “Damn, Lola. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask her, helping her up from the pool floor.
“I heard you and Brandon getting it on last night. It was kinky. Pretty sure he spanked you.” Courtney says, and my eyes close in shame. But not regret.
I change the subject. “Did you get lucky last night?” I ask her, and she replies with a flat look. It’s true, stupid question.
“Did you really have to ask?” Courtney says, smirking as we make our way to the mansion. Her smug expression is replaced for one of shock. “Holy...”
“Shit.” I finish for her. The living room looks like a fucking battlefield. We lost. There are people sleeping all over the place, empty cups on the floor, drink stains (thank God our floors weren’t carpeted) and mostly everyone is shirtless.
“When do your parents get back?” Courtney asks. I check a random phone on the floor.
“Fifteen minutes!” I exclaim, and I know for sure that we’re fucked. Before we can clean up (or attempt to clean up) we hear a car pull into the drive.
“Shit.” she says. “They’re already here.”


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