That was time for us to go. Him, Peter, and I, Sarah. A standard couple, respecting the rules - at least, I thought we were. From my window, I heard the typical sound of Peter's car parking in the street, then waiting for me. A last touche of mascara, a last look in the mirror, I was ready.
We were both students in history, and we've been invited for a birthday party by Helen, student too, but also one member of the richest family in town. With a hundred guests in the family manor, without adults, nothing but fun...
"Hi dear", told Peter kissing me, as I sat down in the car. No word about my beautiful dress, all white with a lace on the chest, bought three hours before, and my deep black colour of hair. A fast drive, and then we were. Peter whistled when he saw the house, a XVIIIe century style one. From the street, we could hear laughes and loud music, all sounded exciting. As we passed the door, we were in the crowd, finding friends, class mates, unknown but happy-to-meet people... Quickly, I lost Peter. I could see part of him dancing, talking with some members of his football team. I stood near a table, with my champain in a hand. I found my best friend Cassandra, and we started laughing about the "losers" of the party. A very funny game when you're not in the very mood for party.
Then came a time when I began wondering what Peter was doing. I looked in the crowd, no trace of him. In the kitchen neither. I asked a few people, nobody had recently seen him. I began to explore this big house, trying not to hit some drunk bodies lying in a long corridor. Then stairs. I went up, finding a new corridor. Walking, I heard a familiar voice behind a door. I opened silently.
That was a bathroom. I just passed my head ,and what I saw shocked me. Peter was naked, and between the wall and him, our host, Helen, naked too. He was fucking her hard, saying words like he was a porn star. I was unable to move, until Helen's look met mine, as she smiled evily at me. I went so angry, I closed the door without a noise, and ran down the stairs. Finding Cassandra, I asked her to bring me back to my loft. As a good friend, she accepted without asking me why.
Back in my place, I took my phone and let a cold message for Peter : "Never call me again. You know why".
One month later, I was again invited for a party at Helen's house. Peter had had the message, he didn't try to approach me. My first reaction to the invitation was to send it to the garbage, but Cassandra, who had the same invitation, stopped me. "Don't do that Sarah, maybe it's time for a sweet revenge". She was right. So we went back, at night, for this new party. I was wearing the same dress, while Cassandra was in an incredible violet silk miniskirt and top. On our way to the door, then in the hall of the house, we could feel the lusty looks of guys on us. May it be right ? Will it be the night for revenge ?
In the great room, we met friends, ex-lovers, etc. I noticed that Helen was as always very busy, talking with a lot of guests, Peter just behind her. He tried to put a hand on her side, but she moved a little so he couldn't. Wow... this party was beginning as funniest as possible. Cassandra brought two glasses and a bottle of vodka, and offered me my favourite drink, then she joined a group of our class. I decided to pay attention to Helen and Peter. She was still talking and laughing with a group of football players, and I could guess that Peter was going upset by this attitude. Then she surprised me by french kissing one of Peter's teammates, just in front of him ! That was too much for my former lover, he took Helen by the arm but she slaped his face in response. He left her immediately, went to take a whiskey bottle, sat on a chair and began to drink. I went innocently near him, our looks met and I smiled with cruelty.
Then I saw Cassandra in the arms of Mike, an older student. Around me, the air was going pretty sexy, except for this poor Peter. Dancing or not, many people were kissing, talking in ears, caressing... I took a walk through the room and went out in the garden, still with my bottle of vodka. That was one of these hot June nights, with bright stars in the night. Near a bush, I heard a noise. Walking silently, familiar sounds came to my ears. I gave an eye behind the bush, to find one guy I didn't know with two girls of my class, almost naked. One girl was giving a blow job to the boy, who was kissing the other girl's breasts. The show was hot and free, I decided to look a little more, but still hidden.
The threesome was going hotter, and my hand went between my thighs unconsciously. I wasn't wearing pants, so I felt wet on my fingers. Damn, I was going horny by watching the three in action ! Rubbing my pussy, under this beautiful sky, with such a show ! But then I heard in the heart of my right ear someone asking "So what's up Sarah ?" My hand quit my pussy quickly, and I turned back to find Helen, our host, my rival, smiling in her pretty and so short red dress.
"Errr.. nothing Helen, I was taking a break.
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Really ? she answered lowly, looking at what was going on behind the bush. Oh, I see, what a nice break...
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Well I think I should better get back to the party", I told her, moving from the bush.
But she caught my arm : "Don't want to look more, Sarah ?" she said with her evil smile. "That's the kind of show I love to watch, it really turns me on".
"Do what you want, I need to be alone", I answered with an angry voice.
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Oh, I see, you haven't still forgiven me for Peter..."
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I don't mind Peter, I don't mind you, I need to be alone, that's all", I repeated, before running far in the shadows of the garden, stopping near the swimming-pool. I was still horny, and needed a place where I could satisfy myself without being disturbed.
There was a cabin near the pool I entered in. I stayed up against the wooden wall, and began to masturbate, still with the vision of the threesome... Finally I came on my fingers. But there was still a sound, a loud breath, and that wasn't me. Slowly, I went out of the cabin. I turned on my left silently, and saw Helen, her back against the outside of the same wall ,with her hand under her dark leather dress. She was breathing loud, eyes half-closed. She saw me, and still masturbating herself, she whispered "Sarah, hearing you was so exciting. I know, I'm a bad girl. But I allow you to watch me for revenge..." The show was so beautiful, I couldn't say anything. I laid on the grass, in front of her, and looked at this superb woman pleasuring herself.
When she came, I was still horny. She went and sat near me, and asked : "Did the show enjoyed you ?" "Pretty much, I answered, but that's not enough to forgive you. And I'm so horny I could even fuck Peter !" "I've got a better solution for you, Sarah, she replied. Why don't you fuck me ?" I started to laugh, but stopped when I realized she was serious. "Helen, I'm not a lesbian, I never did it with a woman". "I never did it too, she said, but seeing you there makes me want to try". Saying these words, she stood up and undid her dress, to reveal that she was completely naked. "Do you like what you see ? " she asked me. I could'nt keep my eyes off her, and answered, now very excited : "You're beautiful, girl, but I want to see more. What can you do to please me ?". "I can do that", she said, kneeling and parting my legs with her hands. The she laid on me and softly kissed me. Our lips met, our tongues began to play with each other. The softness of the kiss made me more receptive to this woman's contact. I pulled my hands on her ass, rubbing it while Helen was putting her right leg against my wet pussy. She began moving, slow then fast, that was so good I moaned "Hmmm, keep it on Helen, keep it on". But she stopped, helped me to stand up and undid my dress. Then we laid down again, Helen upon me, kissing my nipples, taking them between her teeth, while her hand ran to my pussy. She began to finger me, she was certainly excited by my moans. But she stopped again. Then I felt her mouth on my thighs, running to my pussy. When she put her tongue on me, a thrill ran into me, I put my hands on her head, pushing her against me. Her tongue did wonderful things with my clit, making me moan louder. Then I came, my juices flowing on Helen's tongue.
She looked at me in the eyes, smiling as always. I knew what I had to do. I took her head and bring it to mine, offering her a passionate kiss to thank her for the experience. Then I went up, still kissing her, pushing her down on the grass. She spread her legs, and I went on her in a 69 position, my lips kissing her legs, her thighs, till I find her wet pussy. The smell was amazing. Kissing her soft skin, I put one finger in her, masturbating my best enemy as she put her hands on my ass to bring my pussy on her mouth. She began to lick me again as I fingered her, her body was shaking. But I took my time. Her tongue was doing magical things to me, and there was a few time before I climax again. But Helen was not ready yet, my tongue went on her pussy, I found her clit and sucked it hard. I could hear her moan louder and louder. I brought her to a point that she was so close to come. But then I lifted my head, get up slowly without a word. "What are you doing, cried Helen. Please, don't stop, I can't wait anymore, I need you to make me come !" I smiled and whispered : "Here's my best revenge..." And I left her alone, lying naked on the grass, still shaking...
I dressed up, and joined the house, looking for Cassandra. I found her in a large room, naked with two guys and two girls, having a lot of fun. I closed the door and went back alone to my flat, thinking that Cassie and me would have a lot to tell tomorrow...
To be continued...