Party in the back

Raves. Love to hate them for the noise, the smells, the bodies – and hate loving them for the same reasons.

When had you even started attending these on your own? Sure, it was something you got into back in college, with your trying-not-to-flunk roommate. But now you’re a working salaryman, and getting wasted doesn’t help with keeping that undertime record clean.

Yet here you were, 10PM on a Saturday night, standing by the edge of a crowded dance floor – the only time left for you to do so. And like the beer bottle in your hands, you were empty.

Did you yearn for your younger days, managing nights at strangers’ homes, living the thrill of fooling around? Not always, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss it once in a while. Nowadays, the best action you get is a new chatmate – literally just someone to exchange numbers with, have courteous pleasantries the day after, then the silence of strangers once more. The nicer ones like your Instagram stories once in a while; and it has been a while since that.

So again, here you were, empty and bored like a beer bottle. Seeking dissociation, you passed the bottle in your hands to a waiter.

Being sentimental is for wusses; just dance.

Perhaps this DJ was just about your age, because the setlist was mostly songs from the mid-2000s, enough of a nostalgia trip that several times you’d stopped when the song switched to say to yourself, “haven’t heard this in a while.”

In no time, that energy packed the dance floor. From the edge of the of the space, you’d been gradually pushed into the middle. You’d locked eyes with random guys, girls, guys with girls, girls with guys – and you know what? It was fun. This was the energy you were after.

You let loose, let your head bop to the music and let your hands rise and fall as they pleased. Your feet tipped and tapped with the sway of your hips left and right.

A bit more time passed and it felt like the floor was at full capacity. You found your body pressed up against others, only mildly claustrophobic. And they were pressed up against you from all directions: elbows against your ribs, shoulders against your back, hands against your thighs, breasts against shoulders, butts against your groin–

Wait a second.

You snapped back to reality as you felt the bumping and rubbing to be more… deliberate. The stupor of the alcohol and trapped heat took some time to get out of, but when you felt yourself more lucid, you noticed two specific people.

To your side, a young girl with a soft chest held her hands up, folded in a way that pressed her squishy, sizable breasts together. She seemed a bit light, getting easily knocked into you by the shoves and trips of the mass of bodies behind her; but she barely seemed to mind, eyes closed with a simple smile.

In front of you, a woman with short hair and bare shoulders, arms in the air as she swayed her hips left and right – and pushing up against you more and more. You even felt her squat her way downwards, forcing out a brief hiss between your teeth. She looked back at you as you did, giving you a sly smirk before turning to face you. The frill did little to hide the curves of her narrow waist.

“Hey cutie,” she said with a wink, “enjoying ourselves tonight?”

“Yujin!,” the girl to your side called out. “Why do you get to flirt with him first?”

“Then get in here, slowpoke,” the other teased, staring you dead in the eyes. “You don’t have to hide.”

You slowly, hesitantly snaked a hand on her waist and to her back, slowly pulling her in until your faces and alcohol-stank breaths filled the space between them.

“Well, aren’t you eager?”

“I could stop,” she joked, turning around and resuming her grinding. You ran your hand along the curvature of her unexpectedly firm ass, again stretching the fabric.

The girl called Yujin stretched her arms back, hands sliding all over your abdomen and hips as she swayed side to side, Your growing length rubbed against her ass, pillowing and molding against the bulge, and you let out a moan that made her smile with satisfaction.

“Yujin is hot, right?,” the younger girl remarked, now right in your ear.

You spun Yujin back around as her breasts pressed against your chest. You could feel her nipples press against the shirt and meeting your torso. You snaked your hand down once more, reaching between her legs – warm, moist. If she was sopping wet, her panties absorbed it all.

“She’s needy,” you purred, and Yujin bit her lip. You looked back at the girl to your side. “And you…,” you began, before pausing and raising an eyebrow. “Wait, you don’t look like you’re 18.”

Yujin guffawed. The younger girl whined. “I am 18! Why would I be here if I wasn’t?”

“She looks like she’d sneak you in,” you teased, pointing to Yujin. Her laughter was hastily paused, and the younger girl stepped in her place.

“Haha, he called you a bad girl,” she teased. Yujin scowled, failing to mask her amused smile.

“Shut up, Leeseo,” she humphed, looking back at you. “I was gonna pull you to the bathroom for some fun, but now I don’t wanna.”

You wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in until your noses touched. Yujin’s eyes were wide. “I’m not quite sure I believe that.”

“Hey!,” Leeseo whined. “No fair. You’re right in front of him.”

Yujin stared at her for two heartbeats, then plunged her lips into yours. Her arms fell over your shoulders, and her makeout interrupted by a hearty smile and a taunting sideeye at Leeseo – scowling right next to you.

“You’re mean,” Leeseo complained, a genuine, fed-up pout on her face. You hastily shoved Yujin away and grabbed her wrist before she could slip away.

“Hey now,” you chuckled, “don’t let your friend work you up so much.” You slid a hand behind her head, fingers combing through her scalp, and you shoved her face into yours with very little resistance. You looked to the side, Yujin smirking impressed by your brazen control of Leeseo. When she let go of your lips, Leeseo’s doe eyes stared at you in shock.

You pulled her in once more, one hand on her ass and one arm on her chest. You squeezed hard, feeling every sinew of young, spry meat. Leeseo very audibly moaned into your mouth, making your cranium thrum with the depth of her arousal.

You let her go once again, her eyes squinting and beady, in shock, mouth agape. She wiped off a trail of drool off the side of her face, lip gloss accidentally smudging her cheek. You held the side of her head again, grabbing a full lock of her hair – and a smile slowly bridged cheeks.

“So,” you looked back at Yujin. “You mentioned a bathroom.”

Raves. Body to body, breath on breath, sweat and sweat. On the dance floor, on the bathroom, it wouldn’t be any different – the party followed you, or wherever you were brought by it.

Yujin practically threw you into the stall with a flick by your wrist, leaning hard against the plastic walls rattled in their metal brackets. Leeseo stepped between the both of you, yanking her dress down and exposing her surprisingly supple, round breasts.

“Damn,” you gasped in shock. Yujin pulled your pants down, underwear in tow, until your erection pounced free.

Leeseo collapsed the dress upwards and exposed her even rounder cheeks, hotdogging your shaft between her buns and swaying side to side. “Damn!,” you hissed, aching and pulsing at the erotic movement. She giggled in glee at your uncontrolled utterances, moaning as you ran your hands up her chest and feeling the whole handfuls of her tits.

Yujin, standing behind you, ran hands over your abdomen and your chest, playfully twirling your nippled between thumb and finger. Her nails were deadly, grazing your skin lightly until you twitched from Leeseo’s gyration.

“Let’s the blowjobs for later, big boy,” Yujin whispered, “Leeseo’s been craving your cock since we first spotted you.” You ran a hand down from her chest to her folds; she was wet, wet enough to try and pierce your way through.

“Wanna go, babygirl?,” you whispered into Leeseo’s ear.

“Yes, daddy,” she chuckled. Yujin’s eyes widened at the unprompted title.

She lifted a leg onto the toilet bowl, opening herself up as you slid in little by little. Yujin slid a finger into your ass, massaging to keep you fully erect as you parted Leeseo’s folds – entirely necessary for her tightness.

“Jesus, Lesseo– holy shit,” you heaved, head nearly making it in.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Leeseo gritted her teeth, until your cockhead breached past her walls and slid in. “Fuck, so big,” she whispered.“

One, two, three, four, five, you could count each thrust one by one still. Yujin knelt down between your legs, finger circling Leeseo’s clit.

"Do it,” Yujin commanded, “she’s ready.”

Your first actual thrust slammed into her hard enough she lost balance.

“Oh fuck! You’re so deep!,” Leeseo cried out to the empty bathroom.

Leeseo’s face pressed onto the graffitied tile of the stall, foundation and her tears the only protection against all manner of gunk on the unsightly surface. She couldn’t even think about it; your cock brushed in and out of her at such rapid pace you vacuumed the air out of her lungs with each full pump of your hips.

“Fu- uck da- addy, fu- uck,” she whined under your mouth, clasped between her cheeks. You pulled her leg back with another, Yujin’s shoulder helping support her weight as she lapped at whatever leaking fluid didn’t spill into the browning bowl underneath her. Leeseo’s dress simply collapsed on her waist, her sizable breasts and even more sizable ass rippling with each slam of your body.

“Ahhh, mmmh, fuhhh,” Yujin muttered with whatever other onomatopoeia she could muster as she fingered herself, clit rubbed furiously inside her pants. The white cloth of her top now exposed her bare chest, drenched in spit, piss, and whatever else spewed out of Leeseo’s cunt. Her wrists began to chafe against the stretching, nearly-fraying fabric of her pants, but she did not care, eagerly waiting for her turn.

Thrust after thrust, until your tip hit her cervix or your hilt met her beaten labia – whichever it was – you drilled with all your might, abs aching as you pumped and pumped.

“Your cunt,” you whispered behind gnashed teeth, “so fucking tight, Leeseo.”

You twisted her around, leg forced up on your shoulder, as Leeseo sat on the toilet’s tank, the ceramic lid clinking about as you thrust into her harder. Yujin watched you fuck her younger friend senseless, alternating between licking the sweat off your nape and your twitching asshole; either one forced out a groan from your chest, and you’ll have to reward Yujin for such quality effort later.

“D-daddy, c-cumming, again, d-dad– fuck!” Leeseo yelped, as she squirted all over your hips, the grool dripping down onto your jeans. She twitched and convulsed, legs crunched and locking your shaft into her as you held back your full release. You could feel a few streams of something empty into her as you twitched alongside her, leaking out of her folds and down her well-cushioned ass. Yujin took a finger to scoop it out, licking it – the same one that entered your behind - with her tongue.

You sat Leeseo down on the toilet – no lid, unfortunate though predictable – while you guided Yujin to replace her. Yujin gave you a needy, hungry, wreck-me-till-I-cry grin from ear to ear.

You looked down at Leeseo, still catching her breath. You grabbed her neck lightly, pressing against the sides till her breathing labored behind her smile, then releasing her and lightly slapping her face. She bit her lips as she watched you twitch before her eyes. You looked back at Yujin, licking her lips at the sight.

“You ready, babygirl?,” you hissed back. Yujin simply nodded, the excitement exuding from the jerk in her head.

“You gonna get me to call you daddy, hmm?,” she taunted.

“No,” you chuckled as you kissed her, “I’m just gonna fuck you.”

You slid into Yujin much easier, arms wrapped around her tight waist. “Whore,” you whispered, “so loose for cock.”

“Asshole,” she gasped, “just horny for you.”

“Asshole?,” you taunted back, eyebrow raised, but Yujin shook her head aggressively.

“Need this cock deeper in my cunt,” she whispered. “Maybe next time.”

You rammed into Yujin, her petite frame, surprisingly thinner and tighter, rocked with every motion of your torso. Her hands pushed up against the plastic walls, the rattling slowly getting louder as you thrust harder. One leg stepped onto the toilet bowl, between Leeseo’s legs, who watched as she slowly swirled her aching clit.

There was no pacing, only pumping; with each thrust, Yujin met you halfway with a full-bodied push against you. You held Yujin tighter around her waist, fingers digging into her toned abdomen.

“Hold him back,” Yujin commanded Leeseo, and she stood up to take the exact position Yujin did earlier. Her sweaty body pressed up against you, nipples poking into your back. Her arms held your chest and your abdomen, less tender, more secure.

No matter how hard you tried to thrust against Yujin, her own thrusting was faster, stronger, unsubdued by another body. You could feel the control slowly slip away from your grasp as Yujin yelped and whined, higher pitched and echoing around the walls.

“Yes, baby, yes!,” she squealed, “you’re so fucking big!”

“Yujin loves using daddy,” Leeseo remarked, grabbing your hand from her waist and pulling it back. You could feel your fingers rub against her sopping wet folds, and she held your wrists like your hand was a sex toy she used to the pornographic view of you and Yujin romping it up.

“Give me your cum,” Yujin begged. “Finish inside me.” She thrusted even harder, rocking you and Leeseo even more until Leeseo’s dumpy squished against the plastic door with an extra loud rattle you swore it must have flown off its hinges by now.

“Fuck, Yujin!,” you gasped, hands off her and Leeseo and now pushed against the walls with both of them. Your pelvis did its own work, bucking forward by the sole pursuit of release. “I’m gonna– I’m gonna–”

“Yes, baby, cum,” she commanded, repeating her ultimatum over and over again, to the melody of you and Leeseo groaning as you collectively approached your climax.

“Fuck!,” was your sole reply. You pumped everything you had inside you, balls squeezing its contents into her folds. Yujin kept thrusting, slightly less aggressive as she neared her climax. Leeseo knelt on all fours – hands and knees absentmindedly touching the grimy floor – lapping up your thick, gloopy release squelching out of Yujin’s pulsating pussy.

She never stopped. She was close, and you felt it, and you gritted your teeth against your overstimulation until your ears popped. Pump, pump, pump – each one felt longer than the last as the electric jolts on your shaft made your legs wobbled, only held still by Leeseo squatting and holding your legs together as her own support.

And then, Yujin came.

You could feel your cock showered as spray coated you and expelled out the sides aggressively, splattering onto Leeseo’s face. A brief glance to the side revealed she sat and waited for it eagerly, tongue out and eyes closed like it was a full facial.

Yujin twitched, almost collapsing onto the toilet. You caught her, though your arms could barely hold her. Hers wrapped around your neck and pulled in for a kiss, sweat from your forehead dripping onto her cheeks. You made out with Yujin as Leeseo got her bearings, wrapping an arm around Yujin to invite her to clean her face up.

Yujin cupped Leeseo’s face with curved palms – obviously dirty from the microbiological nightmare you were trapped in – as she licked cheek to cheek, sealing their lips with a kiss to share it all. You came in and kissed Leeseo at the back of her head, a little reward for the most helpful trooper tonight.

You burst out of the stall, adjusting your clothes, hair and faces drenched by sweat. You took turns sharing the lonely sink and cleaning up. Yujin procured a bottle of alcohol, profusely spraying it onto her hands and Leeseo’s and yours in the absence of soap.

A teenager witnessed it all; you hadn’t known it, but he entered right before your grand finale, attempting to text his friends about the spectacle. He stared, dumbfounded and drunk, barely noticing his piss dribbling down the wrong ceramic surface. You noticed him, tapped his shoulder to point out his barbarity, and walked out.

You weaved through the crowd with Leeseo and Yujin in tow, trying to run past the violet lighting turning your trio into a walking cluster of glowsticks, until you made it out of the bar. You laughed it off in the actually breathable air, leaning hard against the wall.

“Damn,” you mouthed with furrowed brows. They looked at you, eyes heavy and low. Yujin walked up next to you, and grabbed your phone. You took hers. Contacts were exchanged.

“You making me your bootycall, Yujin?,” you teased.

“Maybe,” she rebutted with a smirk. “Steal you away from Leeseo here time to time.”

Leeseo pulled you in for an embrace. “Thank you,” she whispered into your chest, and you patted her head comfortingly. You looked down at her.

“And you?,” you asked. “What do you want?”

She blushed. “Give me a few calls to figure it out,” she winked.

Nothing new.

You hobbled in the general direction of nowhere, ready to figure out what wasn’t the direction of any of your homes.

Raves, am I right? The noises, the smells, the bodies – you loved them, through and through.