APRIL'S KINKY SOIRÉE
By
Lacy Nyx
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April's Kinky Soirée
© Copyright 2012 Lacy Nyx
Smashwords Edition
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, incidents, characters, places and businesses are entirely the product of the author's fevered imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to anything even vaguely existing in the real world is purely coincidental.
All characters depicted are at least eighteen years of age.
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Justin appeared in the doorway, half-amused, a loving but wry stare directed at his girlfriend. She’d only recently got home and was quietly savouring her escape from the workday. Pantyhose and a pair of black stilettos were strewn across the bedroom floor, where she’d recently changed.
"April."
She didn't move from her laptop. Pink earphones stuck out from her short black hair.
"April!" This time she jumped and turned around, smiling, her hair messed up by taking the earphones out.
"What's up, babe?"
"Are you sure you're not a secret lesbian?" Justin smirked and narrowed his eyes, leaning into the doorframe.
"What!" April coughed, half laughing, and stood up, pulling down her short black skirt.
"You borrowed my laptop last night, right? When you couldn't find your power cable? Did you realise you forgot to delete all of the porn from the history?" He moved towards her, grinning.
April went a deep pink under her fringe. "Shit. Well, that's me caught." She muttered quietly. Justin slid his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. Her breasts pushed against his chest and he remembered the previous night, how they had bounced gently as she rode him.
"So what's the latest favourite find - 'Clit-Sucking Sluts 5'?" He looked down into her large brown eyes. She tried to smack him playfully, but he held her fast.
"I'm sorry...you don't have to worry, baby. You're what I want." She smiled up at him.
"I know, I'm not worried, but I'm totally curious."
She kissed him a little bit. "How do you mean?"
"Well, you watch all that stuff…did you ever actually want to be with a girl?"
"Um...maybe. But I'm with you." She bought her hands up and ran them through his hair, stroking gently.
"Look, I want to show you something. Can I use this a second?" He gestured at the laptop, that was quietly playing a music video to itself.
"Sure..."
He sat down where she had originally been and pulled her onto his lap, one hand around her waist. Using the other hand, he bought up his own email account and opened the most recent mail. "Read that."
Dear Justin,
The Devil's Delight Club would like to invite you to our Spring play-party on Friday the 12th of March!
Dress (or Undress!) Code: Victorian Debauchery/Dark Lace & Leather
A warm and exciting space for all to play - swinging and kinky play very welcome!
Yours, James Stagg
The invite was decorated with Victorian line art of couples fucking in various positions, all in red, presented on a black background.
April frowned and then grinned. "Who the hell is this? What's a play party?"
Justin squeezed her. "James is a friend of mine from University. He's always been a little crazy, but he bought a big maisonette this year and has started holding these parties - basically everyone turns up, there's lots of cushions and interesting furniture, you get a bit drunk and people fuck."
"Are you serious? Is this James with all the piercings?" April was looking at the invite.
"Yeah, that's him."
"He was fucking weird." Her tone was affectionate.
There was a pause, as April carefully reread the email and Justin stroked her curvy thighs, contemplating his next words.
"...Do you want to go? Cause...we could go together...and if you liked any of the girls..." He waited for her response.