A Normal Party
by Pan
Chapter 3
This is going to sound odd, but: I’d never seen a woman have a heterosexual orgasm before.
Female climaxes in general I was very familiar with, of course. But the small amount of heterosexual porn I’d watched (I wanted to know, y’know) had exclusively focused on the man cumming. It was almost as if the woman’s job was just to huff and pant and say stuff like “oh, you’re so big” and “I’m so glad our parents got married!”
Even as I’d watched my brother flirt with almost half a dozen ladies at this party, none of them had...finished.
Until Emily.
Now, I can’t say for certain that she was straight. After all, it was just flirting—Alexis had flirted with my brother, and I knew that she was an ardent lesbian (although not from personal experience, ittedly). But I don’t think it’s homophobic to say that when you’re bent over a couch and cumming on a dick while begging him to fuck you harder...however you identify, that’s a straight orgasm.
And it was way, way hotter than I expected.
Emily screamed in delight as my brother pounded into her from behind. She was panting and trembling as she came, and the expression on her face was pure bliss. Like I said, I’m familiar with gay orgasms—including some that have been pretty mindblowing—but nothing had quite looked like this.
By comparison, my brother’s orgasm was fairly anticlimactic, no pun intended. He pumped into her for a few more seconds, groaned loudly, scrunched his face up, and I suddenly knew he was filling the girl with his seed.
Not something I’d ever thought I’d witness of my own brother, but…well, it was just flirting. Just normal flirting at this normal party.
As Emily collapsed on the couch in exhaustion and Owen pulled his spent dick out of her, Bria turned back to face me, a fire in her eyes. It seemed she’d enjoyed the show as much as I had, and we began flirting in earnest once more.
I continued playing with her thighs as she leaned in to kiss me ionately, moving her hands down to my ass and giving it a playful squeeze. I felt like I was burning up, that I wanted her to do more than play. I wanted her to take me, to flirt with me as hard as my brother had just flirted with Emily.
“Touch me,” I groaned. “I...I need you.”
I was blushing furiously, not used to being so forward with someone I’d just met, but...well, it was totally normal, right?
Beside me, the older man was still receiving oral sex from the gorgeous redhead, but I could feel his eyes on me. It should have repulsed me (I’d written an entire essay on the Male Gaze in high school) but I was so turned on, I didn’t even care. He could watch me, Emily could watch me…hell, even my brother could watch me. So long as I got touched.
It was just flirting, after all.
Bria didn’t disappoint, moving her hand between my legs. Sometimes there’s a risk of your partner thinking you like exactly what they like—a problem that I imagine is even worse for straight women—but Bria didn’t fall into that trap. Even though she seemed to find direct clitoral stimulation overwhelming, she somehow knew that it was exactly what I needed, and I shuddered with pleasure as she dipped one finger between my lips, then began slowly stroking my pleasure button with her wet finger.
“F-fuck,” I moaned as she flirted with me. I was grasping and grabbing at her thighs now, too distracted to do anything else. With her other hand she grabbed my hair and moved it down to her breast, where I happily began licking and sucking at her nipple.
God I loved flirting.
It wasn’t long before Bria’s incredible touch brought me off; she seemed to know exactly where to touch me, exactly what I needed. I began trembling and shaking, small squeaks of arousal leaving my mouth as I came, right there on the couch, right where my brother had cum into a stranger. I came, less than three feet away from a man older than my father receiving fellatio from a beautiful redheaded woman.
When the haze of orgasm cleared and I opened my eyes, I realized that I’d built up quite an audience. As well as my brother, Emily, and the couple beside us, I saw Anna and Alexis watching, as well as a few others who I didn’t know.
Bria gripped my head once more, bringing my mouth up to hers. For several minutes we made out, not caring who watched us flirt. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, and our hands explored each other’s bodies. Her dress was bunched up above her waist and below her tits, demonstrating her nudity to anyone who wanted to watch, while mine had ridden up to show off my ass and perfectly-shaved pussy.
Part of me felt like I should be self-conscious, that I should have pulled it back down, but I couldn’t maky myself care. It was just a party, after all. This was totally normal.
Everything was normal.
“You should return the favor,” my brother whispered, and that embarrassed me. God, I was being so selfish—Bria had just given me one of the most incredible orgasms of my life, and I’d just taken without even thinking of giving back.
It was my turn to flirt with her.
I don’t know if she heard my brother’s suggestion or if she was just thinking the same thing, but Bria pulled back from our kiss and moved my head down, down, until I was kneeling in front of her on the couch. Behind me I could hear the fellatio of the older couple—he must’ve had incredible staying power to still be going—and I realized that we were kneeling next to each other as we flirted with our respective partners.
My embarrassment was starting to fade, and a smile slowly appeared on my face as I got closer to Bria’s exposed pussy.
This was something I knew that I was good at.
ing her sensitivity, I spent the next several minutes gently biting her thighs and using my tongue on her pubic mound. My fingers played with the smooth skin of her ass-cheeks and belly, and soon I had her writhing and moaning with pleasure.
Like I said, I’ve had extremely sensitive partners before, so I knew how to play it. As I flirted, I wondered if the crowd was still watching, or if they’d drifted away to have conversations and flirtations with other people at the party.
Part of me, I have to it, sort of wished they were watching. I was showing off my skills, something I’d never before done in front of an audience. But this was a normal party, and I knew that everything I was doing was…normal.
When I could feel Bria was close, I moved my mouth to her slit. I dipped my soft tongue between her pussy-lips and began gently fucking her with it. For most women this would be teasing to the point of frustration, but with someone like Bria, I knew that it was exactly what she needed. Sure enough, she responded with gusto, bucking her hips and letting out several long, low moans.
It wasn’t long before I could feel her pussy throbbing around my tongue, and I finally moved my attention up to her clit. It didn’t require much stimulation—just the soft pressure of my flat tongue was enough to send her over the edge, and soon Bria was cumming, long and loud.
When she was done, I pulled my head back. Sure enough, most people had moved onto other things, but there were still two people watching—my brother, and the old man.
Making firm eye- with the older man, I licked my lips, which was apparently all that he needed—his eyes rolled back in his head and he gripped the red hair of the woman in front of him as he came in her mouth.
Despite being straight, I couldn’t help but feel a little proud. She’d been blowing him for at least half an hour, but I’d been the one to make him cum.
My brother held out a hand and helped me up. “Nice work,” he said, and…perhaps it should’ve felt strange, knowing that my brother had just watched me go down on a woman, but it didn’t. After all, I’d watched him flirt all evening. It was totally normal. Everything I’d seen him do was normal.
I leaned forward to give Bria a kiss—she looked like she was half-comatose on the couch, a huge smile on her face as she twitched with the aftershocks of the powerful orgasm I’d given her—then took the hand my brother offered and allowed him to take me to another corner of the party.
As we walked away, I saw the redheaded woman sitting beside Bria on the couch as the older man kneeled before her, presumably to return the favor. I guess chivalry isn’t dead.
There were two couples here, too, two men and two women, but not paired up like that. It looked like Alexis and I were the primary queer representation at this party; most everyone else looked as straight as straight could be.
The women both looked like they were in their early thirties, while the men accompanying them were at least a decade older. Like many of the partygoers, they exuded wealth…more than most, perhaps. I don’t know much about watches, but I suspected that each of the mens’ timekeepers cost more than my first year of college had, and the necklace around the shorter woman’s neck I knew was expensive.
The women were both blonde and both busty, but that was where the resemblance stopped. One of them was dressed in a dress that basically covered her from collarbone to floor—it was a black dress, tight enough to show off her large chest, but otherwise revealed practically no skin. The other woman wore a black miniskirt with a white top unbuttoned at the top, exposing her cleavage. It was just classy enough for her to fit into the fancy party environment, but sexy enough that you couldn’t help but notice her.
The taller woman with the head-to-toe dress had a luxurious platinum-blonde bob with an updo, while the shorter woman wore her hair down in a sexy, loose style.
The party was full of attractive women, but even so, these two stood out. As my brother and I approached them, he pulled me aside. “Sis,” he said in a low voice.
“Mm?”
“I think I want to flirt with these women.”
I shot him a grin. “Shocking.”
“Can you do me a favor? Can you flirt with the two guys?”
My first instinct was to nod, but I froze. My brother knew that I was gay, of course. So why was he...
“Both of them?” I croaked, not sure what else to say. He nodded, his attention on the two beautiful women standing in front of us. I’d barely looked at the guys; like I said, they were older. Greying hair, expensive suits, nice watches. The one on the left was about my brother’s height, the other was shorter. There was just nothing remarkable about them.
And my brother wanted me to...
“Yeah,” he nodded, before turning to me. I found myself getting lost in his deep, dark eyes once more.
“I mean, it’s only flirting.”
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