yet, so C and Pat, Perry's date, started doing the Slop. Then Margo, Buddy Borsalino's date, and Barbara, Joey Capra's date, started dancing. The guys were getting high, especially Perry, chugging Sevens as fast as he could The next Record was slow.
C and Richie were alone on the floor. Perry started throwing M&Ms at Richie's head.
"Cut it out, asshole."
Perry laughed and went back to drinking. Half an horn-later almost everyone was dancing. Most of the guys were high except Turkey, who never drank. Eugene sat in a corner of the couch with Terry on his lap, making out. Turkey flicked off the master switch, and the room glowed a soft red. Some of the girls yelled in mock protest, but no one told Turkey to put the lights on. Joey and Barbara took the other corner of the couch. Buddy and Margo sat down on a big chair. Ralph and Anne settled for the stairs. C and Richie were the only ones left dancing. Someone turned off the red light and the room was as dark as a closet.
C and Richie started to tongue. He pushed his knee between her legs, and she responded with a nice rotating grind.
"You wanna go up to Eugene's room?" he whispered in her ear.
"What's up there?" she asked.
"You ever see his rock collection?"
"Yeah." He tried to usher her to the stairs. She resisted. "Hey, we can make out down here."
"There's no room." He stuck his tongue in her ear. "C'mon." He took her hand. She held back.
"You sure he won't mind?"
"Nah, he said it was O.K."
They groped their way through the darkness. Climbing the stairs unsteadily they fell over Ralph and Anne. They sorted who belonged to whom, and Richie and C continued upstairs.
In the kitchen, Turkey made himself a sandwich. Perry was throwing up in the bathroom. Richie and C found Eugene's room and locked the door. The lights were out. They sat on the bed and started necking. Richie eased C down and climbed on top. They began to grind in a slow, mechanical motion. Richie stuck his tongue in her ear again and put his hand on her small breast. Groaning, she grabbed him around the neck. He unbuttoned her blouse and ran his fingers along the contours of her bra. He tried slipping a finger inside her bra, but it was as tight as a steel trap. She sat up and unhooked it. Richie went to work flicking and sucking just like the guys in the French films. He threw in some more heavy grinding before putting his hand up her skirt, feeling the wetness of her underwear. She reached between his legs and rubbed his cock He frantically unzipped his fly and whipped it out. She stroked his balls. He pushed her skirt above her waist and slipped his hand inside her panties. Running his fingers lightly through her tight curls he suddenly plunged his middle finger into the fleshy wetness. She moaned and squirmed like a fish on a hook. He moved his finger around trying to find the clit. Tommy Tatti said it felt like a marble covered with oil, but Richie would be goddamned if he could find anything like a marble down there. He could tell when he was close because she would gasp and squeeze his balls. This hurt, but was a good indicator. He tried to take off her panties but couldn't get them past her knees. He took her hand off his cock and tried to put himself in. She froze. He felt her tenseness and tried to put his fingers back in to see if she was still wet.
"Don't." She twisted her legs.
"Oh Christ! C'mon, I won't come in you."
"Not yet."
"Whadya mean not yet? You mean inna half-hour? Or do you mean in five years? I don't know whatcha mean by not yet."
"Just not yet."
He sat up, looked at his hard-on, and plopped down again. "Jesus Christ, I'm gonna die!" He tried to lick her ear. She turned her head away.
"Ill do it with my hand."
"Great!
I
can do it with my hand. I don't even
need
you for that."
She started to cry. He lost his hard-on in degrees like a descending car jack.
Suddenly they heard shouts and screams. Richie zipped his fly and ran out of the room leaving C sitting on the bed,
C and Richie were alone on the floor. Perry started throwing M&Ms at Richie's head.
"Cut it out, asshole."
Perry laughed and went back to drinking. Half an horn-later almost everyone was dancing. Most of the guys were high except Turkey, who never drank. Eugene sat in a corner of the couch with Terry on his lap, making out. Turkey flicked off the master switch, and the room glowed a soft red. Some of the girls yelled in mock protest, but no one told Turkey to put the lights on. Joey and Barbara took the other corner of the couch. Buddy and Margo sat down on a big chair. Ralph and Anne settled for the stairs. C and Richie were the only ones left dancing. Someone turned off the red light and the room was as dark as a closet.
C and Richie started to tongue. He pushed his knee between her legs, and she responded with a nice rotating grind.
"You wanna go up to Eugene's room?" he whispered in her ear.
"What's up there?" she asked.
"You ever see his rock collection?"
"Yeah." He tried to usher her to the stairs. She resisted. "Hey, we can make out down here."
"There's no room." He stuck his tongue in her ear. "C'mon." He took her hand. She held back.
"You sure he won't mind?"
"Nah, he said it was O.K."
They groped their way through the darkness. Climbing the stairs unsteadily they fell over Ralph and Anne. They sorted who belonged to whom, and Richie and C continued upstairs.
In the kitchen, Turkey made himself a sandwich. Perry was throwing up in the bathroom. Richie and C found Eugene's room and locked the door. The lights were out. They sat on the bed and started necking. Richie eased C down and climbed on top. They began to grind in a slow, mechanical motion. Richie stuck his tongue in her ear again and put his hand on her small breast. Groaning, she grabbed him around the neck. He unbuttoned her blouse and ran his fingers along the contours of her bra. He tried slipping a finger inside her bra, but it was as tight as a steel trap. She sat up and unhooked it. Richie went to work flicking and sucking just like the guys in the French films. He threw in some more heavy grinding before putting his hand up her skirt, feeling the wetness of her underwear. She reached between his legs and rubbed his cock He frantically unzipped his fly and whipped it out. She stroked his balls. He pushed her skirt above her waist and slipped his hand inside her panties. Running his fingers lightly through her tight curls he suddenly plunged his middle finger into the fleshy wetness. She moaned and squirmed like a fish on a hook. He moved his finger around trying to find the clit. Tommy Tatti said it felt like a marble covered with oil, but Richie would be goddamned if he could find anything like a marble down there. He could tell when he was close because she would gasp and squeeze his balls. This hurt, but was a good indicator. He tried to take off her panties but couldn't get them past her knees. He took her hand off his cock and tried to put himself in. She froze. He felt her tenseness and tried to put his fingers back in to see if she was still wet.
"Don't." She twisted her legs.
"Oh Christ! C'mon, I won't come in you."
"Not yet."
"Whadya mean not yet? You mean inna half-hour? Or do you mean in five years? I don't know whatcha mean by not yet."
"Just not yet."
He sat up, looked at his hard-on, and plopped down again. "Jesus Christ, I'm gonna die!" He tried to lick her ear. She turned her head away.
"Ill do it with my hand."
"Great!
I
can do it with my hand. I don't even
need
you for that."
She started to cry. He lost his hard-on in degrees like a descending car jack.
Suddenly they heard shouts and screams. Richie zipped his fly and ran out of the room leaving C sitting on the bed,
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