Page 43 of SummerTime Madness
White beads with yellow smiley faces every fifth one. It feels hot around my neck–too hot, like it’s pulsing in time with the bass. Through my sunglasses, I watch Cordelia.
She’s in the center of them now, dancing between the girls. They press into her like she’s magnetic; hips grinding, hands sliding over sweat-slicked skin. Cordelia is wearing a white mesh skirt that’s split all the way up both thighs with a yellow thong and halter top that shows off her tight abs and the vines crawling up her ribs. Gold chain straps keep her small breasts pressed tight against the yellow fabric. Her braids are all gathered into low pigtails that fall over the swell of her perfect tits.
Her skin is really shining… more than the others.
I look down and frown.
Even I’m fucking shining.
Not sweat.
Not glitter.
It’s fucking glowing.
Subtle–like a fungal shimmer... As if her pores are breathing.
Suddenly, the redhead grabs Cordelia’s tits, and they all moan. Their lips crash together, messy and eager. A group of party goers stop–all looking towards them.
The air shifts.
Heavier. Wetter.
A single synchronized sigh moves through the group like a ripple.
They’re not dancing anymore.
They’re offering themselves.
Chapter Fifteen
Orgies – Fungi – Chaos
Chase
The music spikes–bass rolling through the sand like thunder–my body moving along with hers as the girls continue to grind on each other. Mouth and tongue dancing as they devour each other.
Leaning closer to Tate, I try to get him in the vibe, yet he resists. His eyes roam through the crowd then back to Cordelia. Even with the drugs filtering his system, he’s studying his surroundings like an experiment. Closing my eyes, I sway to the rhythm that takes over my body.
Every cell.
Every fiber.
Feels alive as electricity flows through me.
“When you call my name” by Velix begins to play, and my eyes clash with those beautiful blues as she melts into the redhead, while Chelsea grabs her neck, licking the soft skin between her breasts all the way to her neck.
So fucking hot.
Like my body.
The heat begins to gather when a small woman wearing nothing but a pink bodysuit covered in glitter bumps into me with perfect tits and a nice ass–there’s no question as the blue-eyed woman with long blond waves grinds against me–that’s when Cordelia stops.
All three of them look my way causing my body to tense under their watchful stare. Chelsea bares her teeth in a feral way that you would only see in some kind of movie.
Definitely not normal behavior, but I was too high to care.
Suddenly, the woman becomes aware of their stares, and her body stops mid-grind and she smiles, chugging a sip of Celsius beer before sloppily heading towards Cordy.
