Odd Opportunities Ch. 03

Sorry this has taken so long to finish, but real life had to interject the writing process. I want to thank all the fans of the previous chapters for helping me get motivated to write more to the story as well as the editors that helped me make this a good series! Be sure to read the previous chapters of Odd Opportunities before reading this and subsequent chapters. Everything will make much more sense for you. Enjoy and please leave any feedback you might have!

Once we got into Omaha I scoped out a steakhouse right off the interstate, and tried waking Trevor up. He wouldn't budge, even when I whistled loudly. Then I got a wicked idea. I reached over to him, and as sneakily as possible reached inside his sweats to fondle his flaccid cock. I was surprised at how big he was, even in this non_excited state, as it still was longer than my hand clenched around it. Then I shook it around, yelling, "Wakey_wakey! Eggs and bakey!" All the while laughing like crazy.

"Elise!" Trevor shouted, bolting upright in his seat, "You scared the shit outta me! Fuckin' weirdo!"

I pulled my hand out quickly, "What??? You wanted me to wake you up once we got to Omaha, right? Well, we're here chief."

Trevor looked around groggily, "Good deal, because I'm famished."

"How does a steak dinner sound? I found this steakhouse place here and figured it'd do the trick for us." I stated, pointing to the place.

"Sounds good to me!" Trevor replied.

Two sirloin dinners, a couple glasses of wine and a bathroom break later we were back on the road to Scott's house. Trevor was noticeably giddy about this party and the vibe was having an effect on me too! I was so ready to get crazy and do a bit of drinking tonight, to erase some of the stresses of a long school term.

As we neared the place, I could tell we were in an overtly affluent neighborhood. Basically all the homes over there were huge, fully equipped with nicely groomed front yards and gates at the driveway entrances. I was quite impressed that a twenty_something year_old guy could and would live in such an area. As I was rubbernecking at all the houses we passed, Trevor announced, "Here we are!" and I realized he wasn't joking earlier about this guy's house_it was freaking spectacular!

As we got our things out of the car I instantly got nervous, I'd never been in such a high_class environment before. Especially as Trevor and I both were so not dressed to impress and looked completely travel_weary from such a long trip. Our cross_country hardcore romp didn't help our appearances much either! So with this in mind I wondered if I'd make a good enough impression on what I assumed would be an uppity, pretentious snob_type Scott. However, upon finally meeting Scott at the enormous front door these fears were dispelled.

"Well hey there wayward travelers! I was beginning to get a bit worried you two weren't gonna get here before people started showing up." Scott greeted us charismatically, walking us into the front foyer area.

"Hey dude, we're here now, right? We had to stop and get some grub on our way, it's been a loooong trip." Trevor replied, glancing at me quickly and giving me a sly little wink.

"Scott, this is my old friend from high school, Elise."

"Hiya Scott," I said, shaking his hand, "It's nice to meet you. Let me say thanks right off for inviting us and putting us up for the night. I , well, WE, really appreciate it."

"Oh shoot, don't mention it. Trevor's friends are my friends, and hey, it's gonna be a great party tonight. It'd be a total shame if you guys missed it. I'm glad to have you both here." Scott said.

"Especially this asshole over here," he directed at Trevor, giving him a brotherly one_armed hug. I could tell they had a great friendship, like they'd been buddies for years.

Scott was definitely not what I had envisioned him to be. First off, he was a gorgeous looking guy. About 6 feet tall, hazel eyes, cleanly buzzed dark hair, with a strong jaw line, and an athletic but not too bulky frame. The more the three of us chatted; I found Scott to be really laid back, down to earth, as well as a charming and gracious host. You could tell all his money hadn't gone to his head whatsoever, which was pretty remarkable to me. Most people I'd met with bottomless bank accounts pissed me off with their buying of friends, and Scott didn't represent that stereotype. As Trevor and he started getting more into catching up, discussing old times and such, I asked about where I could get ready.

"Oh yeah, you two should get cleaned up soon. The DJ is going to be getting set up in a bit actually, and people should be getting here in a couple hours." Scott jumped up energetically, adding, "Me and Trev here can catch up later _ we got the whole night! Now, let me give you the grand tour."

Scott took us through both levels of the two story house, acting as though it wasn't a big deal. To me, it was, mostly because everything was amazing_looking. Every room had it's own decoration theme, nice furniture, cool pieces of art and such, but all designed from a more modern approach. I was very much impressed, as most guys in their early twenties I knew were still decorating their places with movie and swimsuit model posters and second_hand furniture. This guy had some serious class.

Trevor was dead_on about how cool the ‘lounge room' was too, it was this huge open area with plush sectional couches all around the outside of the room. In the middle were big bean_bag sized pillows and such. At both ends of the room were huge plasma screen TVs_it totally looked like something out of MTV's cribs, a big slumber_party home theater area. From this room, there was a row of glass doors leading to the backyard patio area which looked out over the heated pool and hot tub area. It was simply incredible, and definitely was a place where awesome parties could be had _ it was no wonder why Scott had so many!

After the tour, Scott showed us to our rooms where we would be sleeping for the night. I noticed thankfully that Scott didn't assume that Trevor and I would be sharing a room together. I interpreted that to mean Trevor had been discreet about our interstate exhibition and subsequent rest stop tit_fuck session, which really impressed me. I hoped that Trevor wouldn't go off and share everything with Scott or anybody else for that matter. I've learned from my own and close girlfriends' experiences that it's best to keep things like what happened between him and I just that way _ between him and I. But then again, if I hadn't shared what I did with that guy I met at the Rotation Station, nothing would've happened between Trevor and I. I guess I just didn't want someone I just met knowing me on the basis of one spontaneous and crazy afternoon of sexual behavior.

After calling my parents and filling them in on the slight change in plans, I got all my stuff unpacked for the night and found that the bedroom I was in had its own bathroom as well. Again, I was completely impressed with this guy's place as I'd never seen anything so nicely laid out. I took a nice long shower in the huge shower stall, making sure I scrubbed myself well. I felt sort of gross yet, from the trip itself but mostly from the simple fact that I'd only been able to do some minor clean up of all that cum that had splattered all over me. I had another series of flashbacks to what happened earlier, but behaved myself this time around. I thought, ‘I'll just use that sexual energy to hype myself up for tonight!' Plus, I had to haul ass in getting ready if I wanted to look hot for this party, especially since people were going to be showing up soon!

After I got all dried off, I set out a bunch of potential outfits for the night. I wanted to make a nice impression on this crowd of ‘beautiful people', but didn't want to come off looking completely trashy either. I was so glad that I over packed for my trip home because I had a lot of options for what to wear. After some mixing and matching of different things I had brought, I finally decided on what I was going to wear: an off_the_shoulder fluffy black peasant shirt that showed off my flat tummy and slightly arched lower back, and a sort of short denim skirt with a really cute ringed belt. For underwear I had too many choices. I've always been a big underwear freak, I just can never have enough.

I decided to dress a little sexy, opting to wear a pair of black lacy boy_cut panties. I seriously love how they frame my ass, with a bit of cheek showing underneath the higher cut of the fabric. I then picked out a matching black lacy sort_of push_up bra. Not that a girl like me needs much help accentuating her boobs as they're big enough to get attention on their own accord, but that particular bra really puts ‘em on display. I guess I just wanted to make myself feel like I could be one of the ‘beautiful people' too.

After getting everything on, I checked myself out in the full length mirror. I looked fucking smokin', in my own opinion, and I hoped everybody else would think the same. As I was getting my hair mussed up in its pseudo_punky fashion, Trevor knocked at the door and let himself in.

"Hey, are you almost ready yet? The DJ's here warming up and a few people are here...God damn Elise! You look fantastic!" he exclaimed, looking me up and down appreciatively. I was flattered, but laughingly shot back, "Well thank ya soldier, but I KNOW I look good already!"

Trevor laughed too, "And she's modest to boot!" But then added, "So I guess we should get downstairs soon, there's more cars pulling up."

I finished my hair and makeup as he watched. As far as makeup's concerned, I always like to wear just a little, never a lot. I dig a more naturally subtle look. Once I gave myself one final once_over with Trevor's approval, we headed downstairs to join the party. As we walked down the staircase and heard the down_tempo techno music from the DJ, my nervousness and excitement level started going way up. I was primed and ready to have a great time drinking, dancing, and hopefully meeting some cool new people!

Trevor fetched us both a beer as Scott found us by the keg area. He was looking very hot, even just wearing a basic plaid button_down shirt and what could've been tailored cargo pants. Trevor and he looked almost like twins actually as they both were dressed kind of similar. But that wasn't a bad thing at all as they both looked like a couple of potential male Abercrombie and Fitch models. Scott was representing the preppy cleaner_cut type of style and Trevor was working the more laid_back, sort of rugged surfer_look. They both were truly fine_looking guys in their own ways.

"Well you two cleaned up nicely," Scott complimented, "But no offense Trevor, you shy in comparison to this girl, wow! You really look hot Elise, kudos." He eyed me appreciatively, mostly my tits.

I smiled, slightly blushing, "Thanks, I tried you know. You're not looking too shabby yourself!"

"Thank you ma'lady," he said with a little mock bow. Then he said, "well...you two mingle and I'll try to introduce you to the people I know when I can. There'll be a lot of people I don't know this time, probably. Things can get pretty crazy here though, Trevor can tell you if he hasn't already!"

Trevor piped up, "Nothin' she can't handle, trust me! She's a conditioned party girl. Shit, Scott, you know I'm down with what goes on here. We'll be fine, you go play charismatic host there, guy. Me and you will get a chance to talk, unless you're too busy running a train on some high_school chick."

Scott playfully slapped Trevor on the shoulder, both of them laughing, "Shut up you punk! Okay, I gotta check on things, help yourselves to anything you want and I'll seeya around."

With that, Scott started chatting with people as they came in. It was only 10 pm, and there were already maybe 25 people there. Neither of us were warmed up enough to just jump into conversations with complete strangers yet, so Trevor and I went to check out the DJ area first. With beers in hand, we checked out the setup: a few large tables arranged in a ‘U'_formation to look like a booth, with dual turntables, mixers, crates of vinyl records and CDs set all about. There were four huge speakers up against the walls on either side and lights set up above on a rack system looking thing.

Scott had cleared out a big room adjunct to the sectional_and_pillow_lounge room for people to get their groove on in. All in all, it was quite the setup, especially just for a house party. I mean every house party I'd ever been to consisted of groups of people holding their beer cup in one hand with a cigarette in the other, all of them having brainless conversations like how such_and_such puked the night before. The ‘DJ' was basically a few top 40 CDs on rotation in a crappy stereo, and then maybe a few people would be dancing. Those parties usually were nothing special, let me tell you.

This was a different story altogether though! After awhile of just listening to the DJ and downing a couple cups of beer with Trevor, I got the urge to get out and dance and mingle. By that time there were at least 50_60 people there, a good third of them were on the dance floor area bumping and grinding. Trevor wasn't up for dancing really, but he came out there with me for a bit like a good sport. After a few techno mixes by the DJ, we'd collected a few people to our little spot on the floor. Instead of having just Trevor with me, I ended up with a guy behind me, another guy to my right, and a couple girls between Trevor and the ‘from behind' guy on my left.

We all were having a blast out there, doing goofy dance moves but at times doing some seriously sexy grinding and such with one another. Once in awhile somebody would bring me a new beer to sip on. I met quite a few people, their names and stories pretty much flying by me due to the loud music and the chaos of the dance area.

As it goes on any dance floor in a club or a big_ass party like this, the faces and vibes changed constantly the longer I was out there. Trevor had been right, there WAS a lot of beautiful people at this party_girls and guys alike. Everybody was dressed to impress and looked to be a higher_class, tres_cool, clubbing_every_weekend kind of group. But after a bunch more songs, I noticed that Trevor wasn't around anymore. I didn't worry much as hey, I was having a ton of fun out there dancing, getting hit on by lots of incredibly hot guys, and achieving a healthy buzz. I figured, ‘He's a big boy now, he can handle himself,' and continued doing what I was doing_dancing my ass off and getting tore up!

At that point I was getting thoroughly molested by a guy behind me whose face I couldn't see. But his hands were groping my stomach and undersides of my tits, his hips grinding hard and non_rythymically into my backside. I was doing my best to not get knocked over by this over zealous dance partner, who had begun to get noticeably hard against me with his awkward humping. Dancing with him went from fun to funny to downright annoying within a few minutes. It began to get even more annoying having to stop this guy from sneaking a hand under my shirt to get at my tits, then having to redirect his hands from creeping up my skirt.

Being a girl used to this sort of thing happening at clubs, I played along for a few moments but all of a sudden started to feel really claustrophobic. I politely excused my self from wild humping guy, much to his disappointment, and went to get some fresh air. I thought too that I'd try figuring out where Trevor had run off to or maybe find Scott and chat for awhile. I probably needed a break anyway, as I'd been out dancing for a good hour or so at least.

I wandered around the party for a bit and couldn't believe how many people were actually there. Everywhere I looked there were people: drinking, talking, dancing, with the occasional couple paired off and getting intimate away from the big crowds. I couldn't see Trevor or Scott anywhere or any of the people I'd met while dancing either, so I decided to see if they were maybe out back in the pool and hot tub area. There were so many people to wade through to get back to the patio that I quickly gave up to go upstairs and use the balcony to spot Trevor and/or Scott from out there.

I made my way through the upstairs hallway, passing by a few doors on either side of me without notice. However, as I passed one of the bedrooms on my right, I heard some noises. Loud fucking noises, distinct male grunts and female moans with the unmistakable sounds of skin slapping together thrown in the mix. Obviously I was listening in on a couple having a really good time. I went to the door and listened for a second, being the curiously ‘dirty_girl' I can sometimes be. I heard a guy's voice saying, "Yeah! Take that cock girl, ungh... ungh!" I could barely hear her all of a sudden, as though her moans were somewhat muffled_I figured from a pillow or something like that.

I was corrected when I heard another guy's voice say, "God man, she's deepthroating me! Keep fuckin her hard like that! Dude, this is somethin' else!! Ohhh yeah..." I was automatically getting really turned on, knowing there was a three way happening right inside the door! ‘That trampy little bitch,' I thought to myself, ‘she's no doubt getting royally worked over in there!' I wanted to stay and listen until they had their finale, but heard someone coming up the stairs and hightailed it to the balcony doors further down the long hallway.

When I got out on to the extremely spacious balcony, I couldn't help but see if it led past the bedroom from where I heard the threesome having some fun. I thought to myself, ‘Trevor can wait, dammit. I have to see what these three are up to!' and went closer to investigate further. As luck would have it, I was right; the balcony bent around to the side of the house and had patio_style doors leading to the room. Better yet was the fact the doors had only partial blinds and was somewhat concealed on that side by a row of trees. ‘Nice,' I thought, ‘Nobody'll see me from the pool or hot tub either!' So I crept up to the window_doors and peeked in, being careful to keep myself hidden as much as possible.

As I got nearer, I could still hear them going at it and I started getting my all_too_familiar achy feeling in my nipples again. I looked in, barely being able to see a petite blond girl with tattoos on her shoulder blades and lower back getting literally pounded from behind by some faceless guy. There was a moderately attractive strawberry blond guy I recognized from the party downstairs kneeling in front of her. I had to strain to see his cock because the girl was doing an excellent job of keeping almost all of it in her mouth, even while the guy behind her was fucking away. Her entire body was shaking from all the activity, the flesh of her ass reverberating with each full penetration. I thought to myself, ‘God, I wish that could be happening to me! That looks sooooo fucking good. She's definitely done this before!'

I had just gotten comfortable at my voyeuristic perch at the window and was contemplating teasing my nipples a little when I heard something behind me. I bolted upright, spinning around quickly to see what it was. I was even more shocked to see it was Scott!

"Hey," he whispered, "Elise? What are you peeking in there for?" he asked with an all_knowing grin on his face.

I knew he knew but was slightly embarrassed anyway, "Don't play dumb like that Scott," I said in a hushed tone, "I heard them fucking and just wanted to see what was going on for myself I guess. Is that what brought you out here?"

Scott hesitated but answered, "Uhhh, yeah, I heard them in the hallway when I was doing a bedroom check. Plus I'd wondered where you ran off to."