Benefits Between Roommates

Chapter Three - Party Games

         A cheer goes up and you notice Lavina's eyes appraised Trey and then Clarissa for just a moment before turning to address the crowd. "Since I'm in a giving mood we'll start with a softball round. Touch your partners but be creative about it, will ya?" Clarissa faces hearts as all around you, couples start groping each other shamelessly. Trey raises his eyebrow expectantly. "I'll let you do the honors," Trey offers. Charissa grazes Trey's chest, with her heart in her throat. Charissa let the tips of your fingers rub across his chest. Catching the feeling of his well defined muscles. "I guess that counts for a baby bird. Next round's mine, through," Trey said with a scheming smile. Charissa quickly drew her hand back.

          Unsure if the butterflies in your chest are from nerves or excitement at the promise in his voice. "Alright, let's heat it up. Next round body shots off your partners," Lavina announced. Trey swipes a lime wedge, a shot, and a salt shaker from a tray getting past around, and smiles at Charissa. "For this to work I need to drink a shot of tequila then lick the salt off you. So, where do you want me?" Trey asked Clarissa. "You can lick the salt from my cleavage," Clarissa said straightening up her posture. Presenting Trey her breasts and watching as his eyes darkened. "Someone came to play," Trey said smiling. He softly brushes the lime over Clarissa's heart. A drop of the fruit juice disappears between her breasts before he sprinkles the area with salt.

          Clarissa's breathing begins to get unsteady. Trey holds the lime slice to her lips as his voice drops low. "Open." Clarissa says nothing just does it and he slips the bitter peel into her mouth with a smirk. "Bite," Trey says as Charissa follows his instructions. "Good girl." Trey's words struck a flame Clarissa never felt before. As she grips the fruit between her teeth Trey downs the shot then, "oh," Clarissa gasped. Trey's lips melt against her cleavage. His tongue slips into the valley between your breasts, licking away the sour, salty mixture. "And now the lime," Trey said leaning closer until his mouth opens and his lips brushed against Clarissa as he eats the lime from her mouth and suckles. "Trey," Clarissa said letting Trey's name slips out in a shuddered breath. Her head feels foggy and her heart feels like it's in her throat. The Queen of the party's voice comes to Clarissa faintly.

        "Detention for all of you dirty boys and girls. Your punishment, strip a layer of clothing from your partner," the Queen said smiling. The player next to Clarissa lowers his partner's pants with his teeth and the crowd roars their approval. But Clarissa's stomach fills with butterflies. "Hey, just focus on me," Trey said shrugs off his jacket and guides Clarissa's hands to the hem of his shirt. As Clarissa fingers graze his abs, hard and hot, and she feels a rush of warmth. Together they both pull the fabric over his head. With Treys gaze momentarily feeling lust. While Clarissa takes in the well built muscles of his chest.

        Before looking up to find the Queen looking at you. "Sorry sweetie, but you two are disqualified. If you don't have the guts to do the challenge yourself. Clarissa shouldn't be playing," the Queen told them. "Lay off, Queen. I was just helping her get more comfortable. A party like this is a lot for someone like her," Trey explained. "Someone like me? I thought I told you, you don't know anything about me. Who said I'm not up for this?" Clarissa yelled at Trey. "Ooh, now that's the energy I'm looking for. You want to stay, Baby Bird? Then give Trey a sexy lap dance. Right here, right now," the Queen said.

         The crowd goes wild with excitement at the suggestion. Clarissa glances back at Trey only to find him already sinking into the couch. "Trey? What are you doing?" Clarissa asked. "It's like you said Clarissa, I don't know you well enough to speak for you. So I'm letting you decide for yourself," Trey said with a grin. He looks up at you smugly, shirtless, waiting. His body bathed in the glow of the neon strobe lights glimmering with a faint sheen of sweat. As the crowd cheers as Clarissa matches up to Trey and moves her hips, savoring his look of genuine shock. "What's the matter Trey, speechless?" Clarissa asked. "No, just can't say I expected this," Trey said amazed by her choice.

         "I keep trying to tell you. You have no idea what I'm capable of," Clarissa explains to him. Trey's hands settle casually on Clarissa's waist and she jumps from their sudden warmth. "I guess we'll both see now won't we?" Trey said ready for his lap dance. Around you the people and Queen are in a frenzy. "Looks like we've got ourselves a game," the Queen announces. She then signals for the frat boys working the speakers at the back of the room. And the music shifts to something smooth and sexy. "Lap dances all around," the Queen yells out. The pairs around join on the couch and as Clarissa watched their moves she realized she may have bitten off more than she could chew. Trey smirks.