The House that Jo Built: Chapter Seven: The Found Weekend

Charlie heard a car horn honk out front. He took a deep breath then rushed downstairs. “I’m leaving!” He announced to the house.

“Have fun, be home before midnight!” Charlie’s mom yelled from the other room.

“I told you, we don’t know when it’ll end! It’s D&D!” Charlie, suddenly afraid he was being too conspicuous, rushed for the door.

“Call if you’re still out at midnight!” His mom’s voice said just before he shut the front door.

A small hatchback sat idling in his driveway with a deep rhythmic thrum of bass reverberating the windows. Perhaps triggered by his appearance, the car horn blared one more long honk. Charlie half-ran toward it, saying “keep it down, geez” to himself. As he made it to the car, the passenger door opened and Christy gave him a smile.

“Everything ok?” She asked.

“Super, no problemo,” Charlie answered, feeling stupid. Why did he say “problemo?” He never said that.

Christy leaned forward and pulled the chair’s lever, flinging the seatback forward to allow Charlie entrance to the back seat. He took a moment to adjust himself – he was wearing a pair of swim trunks under his pants which made things bunch tighter than he was comfortable with – before bending over and crawling in. Christy must have been more used to wearing her suit under her jeans and t-shirt because she looked amazing and comfortable. Her smile didn’t show any of the nerves currently buzzing around in his belly, almost making him tremble.

“You must be Charlie,” the female driver said as he squeezed himself into the tiny car and fell back into the rear seat. Sitting up, he bonked his head against the sloping car top and had to slouch back down. Looking forward, he saw another woman sharing Christy’s auburn hair and green eyes staring at him through the rear view mirror. Just a single strap on her shoulder told him that she did not wear a bra under her tank top. God, he was horny.

Christy lowered the volume on the radio then shifted in her seat and looked back at Charlie. “This is my sister, Laura.”

“Hi, Laura,” Charlie leaned forward to awkwardly offer his hand. “Thanks for driving us.”

“Uh huh, I bet you’re real glad.”

“Hush!” Christy punched her sister’s shoulder as Laura started to laugh.

“Ok, lovebirds. Here we go.” Laura hit the volume knob and backed out of Charlie’s driveway. As the car drove, Charlie gave up on hearing anything other than the booming dance music so he leaned back contented himself with his over-the-shoulder view of Christy.. The OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ of the music pushed through his body; he felt it in his chest.

The three of them rode across town. At one stop light, Laura looked back and yelled “You like the music, Charlie?”

Charlie, mostly lip-reading, nodded yes.

“It’s good right? UK Import; not even out here yet.” She turned back toward the road and slammed on the gas.

Maybe ten minutes later, they pulled onto a familiar street and approached Jo’s house. The gates were open and Charlie saw a whole row of cars parked along the circle driveway. Laura lowered the volume and said “so this place does exist. Crazy.”

“You’ve heard about it?” Charlie asked from the back.

“There were rumors when I was in school,” Laura responded, “but I never got an invite or anything like that. You two must be quite the hepcats.”

Charlie blushed. Never in his life did he consider himself popular. While he liked to think that he was his own kind of cool in an outsider against-the-stream type way, most of the time he just slunk through the halls of school trying to be a ghost and not get noticed by the jocks or bullies. He had to admit that Laura had a point however. Some of the cars parked along the drive were Mercedes and BMW, no doubt driven by some of the school’s social elite. He knew of one guy on the football team, his parents gave him a brand new Lexus for his 16th birthday.

Laura pulled to a stop in front of the door. “My chauffeur duties are officially on pause” she said. “Call me when you need a pickup, k Chris?” Christy leaned over and gave Laura a casual kiss on the lips then opened the door. After she was out, she pulled the seat forward and bent over, looking into the backseat. “You ready, Charlie?”

Charlie had never seen anyone so beautiful in his whole life. Her face when she looked at him; it was like a movie star looking right at you. All of his anxiety and embarrassment washed away in that instant. “She chose me,” he thought. He smiled and stepped forward.

Laura’s music started to fade as she drove away. Together, the young couple turned toward the door. Charlie knocked.

The door opened and a teenage guy looked out at them. Shirtless and wearing cut-off jean shorts, the boy squinted his eyes and said “Are you guys cool?”

“Uh,” Charlie stammered. “Jo invited us?”

The young man’s look of suspicion became a broad smile as he said “Then come on in!”

Inside, both kids stopped to take in what they saw. A full-fledged party unfolded around them. Music played from somewhere, a popular song that Charlie had heard on the radio. Past the living room through the sliding glass doors, they could see people out in the backyard enjoying the yard and the pool. Inside, several guys sat on the couch watching naked people fucking on the television. Jo was kneeling before them, her head bobbing down on one of their cocks while her hands stroked two others. Beside the three high-schoolers being serviced, several others sat bare-chested intently watching either the screen or Jo as she worked. In the kitchen past the television along the right wall, Charlie saw another cluster of kids his age, all in bathing suits, hanging out next to a spread of snacks set out on plates and bowls.

Jo came up for air and saw the couple. “Charlie! Christy, I’m so glad you could make it!” She stood and left the three boys holding their dicks as she approached. Running a finger along the edges of her mouth, she met the two lovebirds in the entryway wearing what Charlie figured was technically still a swimsuit. Jo’s bikini top consisted of white string tying behind her neck and coming down to frame her small but perky breasts, but where patches of white nylon were usually present to cover her breasts and nipples, the fabric just framed them instead. Likewise, her bottoms were nothing but a string bikini waist with a thin panel of white stretched across her mound before leaving her pussy absolutely bare, merely framed by the white edges along her inner thighs. It was as if someone had cut away all the parts that made the swimsuit functional.

“Isn’t it cute?” Jo saw them both staring at her outfit. “I get them from this Australian company online. I swear by them.” Jo took turns hugging both Charlie and Christy, then took their hands and pulled them toward the stairwell to the left. “Now, I know this is your first time at one of our parties. I don’t want you to freak out so don’t feel like you have to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. Everyone here is really nice and knows the rules.”

Charlie, remembering the rules that Jo outlined before, nodded.

“I also saved Marky’s room for you, since I thought you might want a little privacy. Just don’t take the sign off the door and you should be alright. Can I get you guys anything?”

Charlie looked to Christy, who appeared to be as overcome as he felt. Looking back to Jo, all he could muster as a reply was “We’re fine.”

Jo gave both of them a gleaming smile. “Wonderful. Well, you two make yourselves at home and have a good time.” With that, she turned her back to them, presenting an equally-revealing rear view as she walked back to the couch. “Now where were we?” She asked the boys on the couch.

Charlie looked to Christy. “Do you want to… stay down here or… go up now?”

Christy smiled. “Let’s go upstairs, Charlie.”

Walking upstairs, Charlie heard laughing voices coming from the second floor. Once at the top of the stairs, he looked back and forth between the guest room doors and the other way leading to the restroom and the master bedroom at the end of the hall. From the guest rooms, he heard bed springs squeaking and loud breathing, but from the master he heard someone say “Who’s next in the hot seat? Kevin?”

“Yeah, it’s Kevin’s turn!” Said another voice.

Charlie looked to Christy and shrugged his shoulders.

“Let’s take a look,” She whispered and began walking down the hall. Charlie followed behind. When she reached the doorway, Christy came to a stop and stared. Charlie stepped up behind her and saw six, maybe seven guys all naked on or surrounding the king-sized bed. One guy was on all fours while several others were approaching with their hard cocks in their hands.

“Excuse me,” An adult man – looking a good twenty years older than anyone else in the room – said. “You’re free to watch, Miss but I’m afraid this room is for guys only. He’s free to join, though.” He eyed Charlie up and down as he stroked himself.

“Oh, sorry,” Christy said. “I… sorry!” She turned and quickly stepped back from the door, drawing a few chuckles from the group. Charlie followed behind as she half-ran down the hall. They reached a door with a small sign taped to the door reading “RESERVED.” Christy pointed to it and looked back at Charlie. Behind them, Charlie could hear more bedsprings from the other guest room and a guy’s voice moaning “oh god” over and over again. He nodded yes and she opened the door into Mark’s room. Charlie closed it behind him as he entered.

Now that they were alone in the safety of Jo’s son’s room, they each blew out a sigh of relief. Looking at each other once again, they broke out laughing.

“Oh my god!” Christy loudly whispered. “What was that? A gay orgy?”

“I know! What do you think the hot seat is?” Charlie responded.

“People are fucking all around us, Charlie!” Christy crossed the room and peeked through the curtains of the window looking out at the back yard. “Look at this!”

Charlie walked up and stood behind her, looking over her shoulder at the activity below. Several people in the pool were paired up, moving together in rhythm.

“There’s like half the school here,” Christy whispered. “This is crazy.”

Charlie saw several people, both men and women, laying out completely naked on chaise longues. Others casually talked in small groups around the pool, some naked and others still in swimsuits. No one was fully clothed.

“Mmm I guess you like what you see,” Christy whispered, pushing her ass back against Charlie’s crotch.

He hadn’t even noticed but his dick had swollen and, in the tight confines of double layering his swim trunks underneath his pants, his bulge had started pushing into Christy’s ass. He let out a soft moan at the contact before stepping back and undoing his fly. “I guess we should get comfortable,” he said.

Charlie quickly whipped his shirt off as he stepped out of his pants. His swim trunks, bahama shorts that went down to his knees, quickly spread out and gave his dick room to breath.

Christy turned away from the window and let out a small laugh.

“What, do they look stupid?” Charlie asked, looking down at the loud floral print of his trunks.

“No, it’s not that,” Christy said. “I guess I just had a different idea of what we’d be doing.” She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, revealing a black sheer top. Charlie took in every tiny detail: the narrow straps that led from her shoulders down to small back cups decorated in ornate lace flowers as the top squeezed Christy’s modest chest together to create cleavage. Dark sheer panels crossed her midsection and ribs, layered with baroque lace designs that accentuated her figure. The dark fabric looked amazing against her pale skin. The lingerie abruptly ended at the waist, hidden underneath her jeans.

“Wow,” Charlie said.

Christy smiled and undid her jeans. As she slid them over her hips, Charlie could see the remainder of the lingerie stretching down to just past her navel, the black sheer mesh hugging her hips and ending in long curving scallops coming to points at the front of each of Christy’s legs to leave taut black garters. Underneath, a small panty in matching black mesh gave a peek of Christy’s bare pale mound. The jeans fell to the ground, exposing black stockings connected to the garters. Christy’s pale waist and thighs, framed by the garters and panties, stood in stark contrast to the rest of her body covered in semi-transparent black lace.

“My god.’ It was the sexiest thing Charlie had ever seen.

Christy smiled and gave a little turn, going up onto her toes to make her ass pop. The look on Charlie’s face said everything she could hope for. His eyes were transfixed, devouring the sight of her as the rest of his body froze. His mouth, slightly open, would soon be on her. Kissing her, licking her, tasting her. She couldn’t wait to see that face come up from between her legs.

Christy stepped toward Charlie, deliberately rolling her hips with each step. She reached out toward the waistband of his trunks and tugged at it, finding a drawstring tied in a bow. She pulled the knot free.

Charlie felt Christy’s hand on his waist. He became aware that the mesh liner of his swim trunks were now biting into his swollen cock. As Christy pulled the waistband loose and slid them down his hips, his dick sprang free, swinging out to the side then returning to point directly at her. Christy knelt down in front of him, lowering her face under the shadow of his cock then rising up until it rested on her soft skin.

“Can I please taste it, Charlie? Will you feed me your cock?”

She felt it twitch against her face and knew the words had their intended effect. Slowly, she leaned back onto her legs, the carpet feeling unfamiliar and somehow sexy against her nyloned calves. As she pulled back, the hot skin of Charlie’s cock slid down the length of her cheek before resting against her lips. Christy opened her mouth just enough to slide her tongue up against the underside of his head, sliding it against his shaft as her mouth opened wider to take him in. As soon as she was sure her teeth were clear of his sensitive head, her lips clamped down on him and she began to lean forward. His cock slid willingly into her mouth, resting its heavy weight on her undulating tongue.

Moving slowly, letting him slide into her, she tried to relax her jaw and concentrate on keeping her lips moving forward toward the base of Charlie’s cock. When his head started pushing against the back of her throat, Christy looked up into his eyes, exhaled, and forced herself further onto it just like Jo had taught her. She saw his eyes widen as he slid past her tonsils down into her throat.

The day before, Christy had paid a visit to Jo on her own, asking for any pro tips that she could share regarding the subject of fellatio. Jo had welcomed her in and together they spent about an hour working on various dildos from her collection.

Christy held her breath, counting to five before releasing her hold on him. Sliding back out until Charlie’s head was resting on her tongue, she took a deep breath out through her nose. She had felt her gag reflex threaten to trigger but suppressed it. Although it made her eyes water, she could feel Charlie swell up in her mouth.

This time she was ready. Christy closed her esophagus and lightly suckled on Charlie’s cock until it exploded. Ever since their first encounter in Jo’s pool, Charlie’s first round had been quick. Christy’s plan for today was to milk him like this so that his first time inside her wouldn’t end before it could begin.

Sure enough, as she continued to look up into Charlie’s eyes, a thick blast of semen shot into Christy’s mouth. She calmly let it collect on her cupped tongue as she used her hand to stroke the rest of his load out. Soon her mouth was full of salty, slightly bitter, warm liquid. Swishing her tongue around in it, she thought it didn’t feel like anything else she’d ever tasted. More viscous than milk, a few bits were so dense that they were almost chewy, yet it also slid over her tongue and collected in her mouth like water. She popped Charlie’s cock from her lips so she could explore without worrying about spilling any.

“Show me,” Charlie said.

“Show me.” He didn’t ask, he told her, she thought. She was surprised by this Dominant streak in him, and her body liked it very much. Still maintaining eye contact, she opened her mouth wide, holding her hand cupped under her chin in case any slipped out. Carefully, she stuck out her tongue to show what he’d given to her.

“Swallow it,” Charlie said.

Christy closed her lips and opened her throat, trying to take his load down in one gulp. It didn’t go down so easily though. It coated her throat like pepto bismol and just stuck there. Breaking eye contact for a moment to look down and muster a second loud gulp, The rest of it finally went down. Her mouth now clear, she looked back up at him with her mouth wide open, tongue stuck out and the corners of her mouth creasing into a smile.

Charlie’s arms shot out in a flash. His hands gripped her under her armpits, lifting her with a strength she didn’t know he had. She was barely on her feet before he rotated his hips and threw her onto the bed. She didn’t protest; she was his now. He could do whatever he wanted to her.

Charlie looked down at Christy as she flopped onto the bed. Her long legs, wrapped in black nylon, flopped apart as she landed and exposed his target. Like a shark, he lowered down then slid forward onto the bed, running his arms against the bedsheet until they slid under her legs and brought his face to within inches of her sex. The stockings rubbed against his biceps as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and let his hands run their way up across her stomach toward her tits. The halter, sheathing her torso in sheer nylon mesh, felt new and unbelievably sexy.

Now that his whole world was Christy’s pussy, separated by just a thin layer of see-through material, Charlie confirmed what he had glimpsed earlier.”You shaved,” He said to the vagina.

“I liked how Jo’s looked and thought it would feel special. Do you like it?” Christy answered from above.

He answered by pushing his mouth up against it, smashing his nose against the fine mesh as he felt her warmth from behind the oddly-rough grain of the panty. His hands found her breasts hidden behind an underwire cup, padded along the bottom and contoured to push them up and together. He didn’t know what he was feeling for a second, letting his fingers travel along the bottom ridge of each breast until he discerned the ridge between the edge of the padding and her soft flesh. From there, he hunted blindly for her nipples, finding them locked behind fine lace. They were rock hard, sticking out for him to squeeze onto.

Back down here, he lapped at her like a dog drinking water. The mesh felt rough on his tongue, dry at first but quickly softening as his tongue and her body made a wet spot above the gusset. He had felt her clit on the last lick, a subtle pebble in the soft mound, and was now pressing the flat of his tongue against it. Charlie’s nose inhaled her scent. For as sexy as these panties looked, they needed to go.

Pulling himself up onto his elbows, Charlie grabbed at the sides of the waistband and began to slide the panties down. Christy lifted her hips to help and he saw that just a string fell from underneath, revealing a small triangle of mesh that was now half-saturated. In his rush to feast on her, he had neglected to feel her ass and hadn’t even realized what kind of back the panties had.

Charlie ran into a roadblock when the waistband of the panties met the tops of Christy’s thigh-high stockings. The garters, holding the stockings up, were pinning the panties down. Christy’s smooth pale sex was free but Charlie couldn’t get to it without choking himself against the taut line of fabric. He shifted to one of her thighs and began to puzzle out how the fuck these garters worked.

After a moment of stumbling frustration, Christy slid the garter’s fastener along its track, releasing the rubber nub from the hard plastic rail.