Speech Class III: The After Party

The moon had just crested over the mountains in the distance, surveying to me it was around 10:00 PM. As the beach sand pressed down under my weight, I nudged Courtney. “If you wanna come to my house to clean up, that’s alright. I was just about to head home anyway.” She glanced at me with a relieved sigh. “I would love that. I forgot my phone at my house, so I have no way of getting a ride home. Would you mind if I used your phone after I clean up?” I didn’t see how it would take any longer by making a phone call, so I agreed.

Courtney and I walked over to my bike that I had set against a knocked over tree. Once we got there, I reached to the ground and pulled up my T-shirt. I pulled it over my head as I stepped into my sandals. Courtney’s belongings were close by, so she retrieved them as I was getting my stuff. She proceeded to step into her flip-flops. It would appear that that was all she had brought; no shirt, no pants, nothing. I stood my bike up and told Courtney, “I guess we’ll be walking there, since you have no bike.”

She had no objection. She simply said, “Alright. So it’ll take a little longer. Whatever. It’s nice out here.” We strolled down the beaten gravel path along the lake until we could get to a paved road. The trip there was relaxing to say the least. The warm summer night air surrounded us; a band of crickets chirped their soothing melody, and a cool breeze flowing past us, bringing the sweet smells of summer to our nose. We cautiously walked down the steep hill and made it onto a paved sidewalk… finally. We meandered past various suburban shrubs as our way was lit by the orange glow of street lamps. We turned into the cul-de-sac of which my house was on.

As we jogged up the front steps of my house, I noticed that there weren’t any lights on inside. I reached for the doorknob, but it was still locked from when I had left the house. Nobody was home, for some strange reason, so I walked over to the garage door. We had an external garage door opener, so I simply punched in the numbers and the door opened.

We headed through the laundry room and entered into the TV room. Courtney tapped me on the shoulder and asked where the bathroom was. I pointed upstairs. She strode up the stairs and walked into the bathroom. She shouted down the stairs to me, “You don’t happen to have an extra shirt I could borrow, would you?” I yelled back, “There should be one in my closet. I’ll go get it for you.” I walked to my room and pulled an old XL gray T-shirt out of the closet. I knocked on the door, which promptly opened. Courtney swung the door ajar, expecting the shirt. With the exchange, I asked her if she would save me some hot water. I needed a shower too. She gave me a quiet, “Mhm”. I left her to her business and walked down the stairs into the living room.

Out of the corner of my eye, I was a red light flashing. It was the home phone. The flashing light meant that there some new messages on it. Inquiring, I pressed the tab. A robotic voice stated talking, “You have TWO new messages. First message: “Hey kids! It’s Mom. Just calling home to remind you that Dad and I are going on the weekend vacation we’ve been talking about. The number for where we’re staying is on the fridge and money for pizza is on the counter. If you have any questions, just call. Bye.” Second message: “Hey man, it’s Ian, your brother. Just in case you were wondering, I’m at that college seminar thing in Denver. I’ll be back later tomorrow night. See ya.”

Meanwhile, while I was listening to messages, Courtney was disrobing in the bathroom. She pulled her flowing fawn hair out of her ponytail, setting the hair tie down on the counter. She turned the shower knob, so the water would get hot before she stepped in. After doing so, she reached behind her back, pulling at the drawstrings of her bathing suit top. The bright crimson top became slack around her neck allowing her to pull it off and fling it on the ground. He breasts bounced out upon doing so, as her fabric restraints were no longer interfering. She rubbed them, getting them warmed up in turn of the frigid air inside the bathroom. After her tits were used to the surrounding air, she hooked he thumbs in her bottoms and pulled them down to her ankles, spryly hopping out of them. She stepped into the shower which was heated to the perfect temperature.

Courtney began washing off all the sand and dirt we had picked up at the beach. The steamy water cascaded out of the showerhead, washing over her full chest, along her taut stomach, across her trimmed mound and down her long, smooth legs. She pumped some liquid soap onto the loofah, proceeding to wash all over her firm, teenage body. The suds trickled down her chest, cleansing off all the dirt and grime. Soon after, some suds dripped down across her velvet slit, sending a shockwave through her spine. This gave her a wonderful, dirty idea.

Unbelievably, she wasn’t satisfied with the activity she had done earlier that night, so she turned the loofah’s slick curved wooden handle facing her, and she guided it towards her pussy. After stretching her lips with the tip, she slid the handle deep inside her yielding cunt, in a quick, smooth motion. The girth of the thick handle was enveloped by her slit, giving Courtney an intense feeling in the pit of her stomach; like the kind you get when you’re doing something you really shouldn’t. She pulled it out as pressed her chest up against the shower wall. Her pink nipples automatically turned hard from the cold tile of the wall. She positioned the brown vanished handle under her dripping cunt and pushed it up further. She had always loved this position; it always hit the right spot that really got her hot. Thrust after thrust, she slid the pole deeper and deeper into her cunt, loving every second of it. The force she was using was nudging her up along the wall. Courtney kept thrusting the mahogany handle into her slit, soap suds lubricating her penetration, until her cunt muscles clamped down on the handle and she felt weak in the knees. She shuddered and moaned as the strong sensations ripped though her body. She started bucking against the wall as a powerful orgasm tore through her body. Spurt after spurt of pussy juice pushed the loofah out of her twat with great force, banging it to the ceramic ground. She fell to her knees and then to her side as she let the orgasm take its course through her body. She shivered on the shower floor, panting heavily. It took her nigh 3 minutes to be able to stand up without her knees quivering out from underneath her.

Ten minutes after I listened to the phone messages, I heard the rush of water cease in the shower. Five minutes after that, Courtney drifted out of the shower room and waltzed down the stairs, fancy-free, in the loose fitting T-shirt I had given her. The shoulders of the T-shirt were a darkened gray from her damp hair resting on it. I’m not sure, but I think that’s all she was wearing. She walked past me and headed for the phone. As she strode past me, her globe-like breasts bounced from behind the baggy shirt. This confirmed my presumptions; she was definitely not wearing anything under that shirt. She had joyful skip to her walk as she past me, like she was really cheery about something. It was a mystery to what she was so giddy about. She picked up the phone and dialed her home number. Meanwhile, I clicked off the TV and mouthed, “I’m going to take a shower now.” She gave me a nod and focused back on her phone call.

20 minutes later, I came back down to the living room to see Courtney plopped down on the couch watching TV. I inquired, “So when are your parents coming to pick you up?” She replied, “I don’t know why, but I can’t get a hold of them. They’re not picking up their cells and the home phone is putting me on voicemail.”

She continued, “I live, like, 10 miles from here; you can’t expect me to walk all the way there in the dark!” I interrupted, “I never said you had to leave; you can stay her for the night and call back in the morning… unless that would make you feel uncomfortable, of course.” Courtney looked back at me, “I guess it’s not like I have much of a choice really.