Invitation to the Party by The_Technician
A young woman’s fantasy about attending a party finally comes true. Or does it? , WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
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Juliana once again lay naked on her bed. The covers and upper sheet were pushed down to the end of the bed so that she was flat on her back uncovered on the lower sheet. Her hands were slowly sliding up and down her body as she listened to the noise of the party going on above her. This was rapidly becoming her Friday night routine.
The building was very old and the walls were definitely not sound insulated, but it was all that she could afford. From her living room, she could often hear the TVs blaring in the adjacent apartments and sometimes even from the floor below. But there was never any noise from the apartment above her.
Then the Friday night parties began. Slowly Friday nights began to become noisier and noisier. At first it was just the music that she heard and the sound of people dancing. Then one Friday she went to bed early with a headache. That’s when she realized that the floorplan of that apartment must be very different from hers. The living room must be directly above her bedroom because lying on her bed, she could clearly hear the buzz of party conversations going on above her.
Then the conversations got… weird. Week after week, the party got louder and the conversations became regularly interspersed with laughter and even surprised shrieks from some of the female guests present. And beneath it all was the sound of people having sex.
At first, she thought of it as people making love. But if there are a dozen or more people at a party and everyone is passionately gasping and moaning, that isn’t making love. That is having sex… lots of sex… and it was every Friday night.
So every Friday night Juliana would lay naked on the bed rubbing her body and pretending to be part of the party upstairs. She would find herself stifling her own moans as she soared to peaks of passion with the women at the party. But as the weeks passed, it became harder and harder to take herself really high. Her gentle stroking had given way to desperately rubbing her crotch. Then she drove across town to visit an adult bookstore where she bought her first vibrator. A month later, a second trip to that same store resulted in a bigger vibrator. A few weeks after that, it was an even bigger vibrator with “rocket power,” meaning that not only did it heavily vibrate, it rapidly expanded up and down almost violently. But even that was starting to wane, so most recently she had taken to putting plastic clothespins on her nipples, and last week on her clit.
Tonight she was in bed early. The party had barely begun. She was slowly sliding her hands up and down her body, gently tweaking her nipples as her fingers went past her breasts on the way up and on the way down. She waited for the sex noises to begin before inserting her mega-vibrator. It was early so she turned it to its lowest setting. In that way it would just begin to stoke the fires within her.
The sounds of the party became louder and she turned up the vibrator to half power. It was time to put the clothespins on her nipples. She allowed herself to shriek slightly as the plastic bit into her nipple. She had learned to keep the clip as close to the very tip of her nipple as possible to create the greatest pain. But it wasn’t really pain, it was just one more sensation taking her higher and higher. Then the music and conversation faded slightly and the sounds of sex filled the room. It was time to put the clothespin on her clit and turn the vibrator up to maximum. She was almost there when the pounding started on her front door.
“No, no,” she moaned painfully.
“Go away,” she tried to say, but the words wouldn’t come. Finally she gave a frustrated gasp and released the pins from her breasts and her clit and shut off the vibrator.
“Just a minute,” she called out as she slipped the vibrator from inside her, stood up, and slipped on a robe.
When she looked out into the hallway through the peep hole, she gasped in surprise. Four couples were standing in the hallway smiling at her. They were all naked. And even stranger than that, the four women each had small silver bells hanging from shiny loops which pierced their nipples.
“We’re here to invite you to the party,” one of the naked women said brightly. “Please open your door.”
She did so and one of the women took her hand and guided her out into the hallway. As she stepped out of her door, one of the men gently slid the robe from her body saying, “You won’t need this.” Then together they walked to the elevator which was standing open waiting for them.
Juliana looked around in wonder as the elevator rose one floor. When the elevator doors once again opened, the four women walked in front of her and the four men followed her as they went down the hallway to the apartment. She gasped slightly in surprise as she entered. The apartment was at least twice the size of hers. The decor was obviously opulent, but all of the furnishings seemed very out of date. Another half-dozen or so couples were dancing to lively music provided by a large stereo record player in a wooden cabinet. As they danced, she could hear the light tinkling of the bells which hung from the women’s nipples.
“Let me get you a drink,” one of the women said brightly as she pulled Juliana over to a pass through window which opened into a spotless kitchen furnished with harvest gold appliances.
“I always drink JD and Coke,” the woman said brightly as she placed a drink in Juliana’s hand. “You might want to drink that down,” the woman added, “you are going to have a very busy night.”
“What?” Juliana said, almost sputtering.
“Drink,” the woman ordered. “It will make everything even better.”
Another woman joined them. This one somehow seemed more refined and spoke with a much softer voice. “We have a tradition that new guests to my parties get to sample the most intense experiences,” she said quietly.