dari davison (cheergirl) wrote in themouserace,
@ 2011-07-29 10:35:00

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!open thread, ♣ character: abbie watkins, ♣ character: alyssa flynn, ♣ character: ana depaolo, ♣ character: ashleigh barton, ♣ character: chandler fitzpatrick, ♣ character: dari davison, ♣ character: ed mcmillan, ♣ character: gage wyzisky, ♣ character: grayson taylor, ♣ character: james turner, ♣ character: jeremy pitt, ♣ character: kris forrester, ♣ character: libby andrews, ♣ character: mark walker, ♣ character: melia ridley, ♣ character: melly sullivan, ♣ character: ollie wendell, ♣ character: ryan johnson, ♣ character: sammie wendell, ♣ character: tiffany hartman, ♥ player: cindy, ♥ player: crystal, ♥ player: lena, ♥ player: myk

Who: Dari Davison, Jeremy Pitt and.. the whole school?
What: Pool Party! IC/OOC Thread.
Where: Jeremy's house.
When: Starting on Friday December 31 and ending January 3rd.
Rating: Let's assume threads could get to R if anyone does them. Lol.
Status: OPEN//post your IC threads and/or post who came and what happened.

As stated in Jeremy's post, there is a heated pool and a hot tub. The house is HUGE. It's very obviously a rich person's house. Dari's house is right next door so if any of the girls need to borrow any kind of girl things, that'll be easily doable. It's Dari and Jeremy, so there will be plenty of food and plenty of alcohol available. Knowing Dari, there will be lots of desserts and breakfast foods. ~~Not that Jeremy has a habit of spoiling her and giving in to whatever she wants or anything~~

Since the party spans several days, please mention if your characters stayed for the duration or if not, which day(s) they were there for.

The party itself technically goes until January 3rd, but if you'll look at the events calendar, you'll see that classes resume on January 2nd. Soooo, either your kids will have to miss school (bummer, I know) to stay the whole time or they would be there before/after classes.

And if anyone wants threads with any of mine, please let me know. :)

The spin-the-bottle thread can be found HERE.

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Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY

notgay
2011-08-01 08:11 am UTC (link)

Chelle was having a good time at this party. There had been an earlier thing with a flat tire on a car she technically wasn't supposed to drive without an adult present as she'd returned after heading home for some fresh clothing, but luckily help had arrived in the form of one of the guys on the football team and her day hadn't been the worse for it.

She grinned as she saw Mark approach. "Hey, you," she greeted him, squinting slightly against the sun even though her sunglasses kept the worst of it from her eyes. "Thanks for your help earlier."

She didn't know what to make of Mark, honestly. Most of the time, he was kind of a jackass, but she was starting to think he had his moments. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

Mark was having a good time, too. How could he not with so many hot chicks around in bikinis?

The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk when he saw one of his favorite blondes a few feet away, and he quickly closed the distance between them.

"Hey," he returned her greeting. "Anything for a pretty girl."

Mark seemed like a jackass because he was a jackass. Save for a few exceptions, he cared very little about other people on this earth. His own happiness was his first concern. He tried to hide that trait when he was with certain girls, though.

"I assume I'll be getting a reward at some point?"

Chelle knew it was a line. She knew it and yet she still found herself smiling. What was it about Mark that made it so easy to forget what an asshole he could be when he complimented her and grinned at her like that.

"What kind of reward did you want?" she asked him, feigning innocence, though she was certain he wasn't looking for a batch of cookies or a simple thank you. Strangely enough, though, she didn't really mind so much. She wasn't normally in a habit of making out with random guys, but she found herself thinking that she could possibly make an exception for Mark. He was, after all, incredibly attractive and she'd found herself wondering lately - on more than one occasion - what it might be like to kiss him.

"I'm certain a reward of some kind could be arranged," she added as she moved a little closer to him, "but it might be helpful to just know how you would like to be rewarded."

Mark smiled when she did. Save for Aaron and Maggie, Chelle knew him better than anyone else. Seeing as she didn't know him very well at all, that said a lot. With most girls, he put a huge effort into hiding his true personality. With her, though, he didn't feel the need to do that. Well... he didn't feel the need to do that all the time.

"I'm sure you can come up with something," he answered.

It went without saying, but he definitely wasn't talking about a batch of cookies. He was thinking something a little more... physical.

His smile widened when she moved a little closer.

"I could show you," he offered. "Care to go somewhere a little more... private?"

Mark knew he was probably pushing his luck, but he wasn't worried about it. If this back fired, he was sure he could get one of the many other girls at this party to give him some attention.

Maybe it was all the alcohol she'd already consumed, but Chelle wasn't at all put off by what Mark was suggesting. She should have been. Wasn't he screwing, like, half the school? It was amazing how such details seemed unimportant when you were intoxicated.

She lifted an eyebrow at him when he suggested they go somewhere private, but flashed him a flirty smile. "I do enjoy a good demonstration," she returned, knowing full well that flirting with Mark was bound to get her into some form of trouble. She found herself thinking that she wouldn't mind a little trouble at the moment, though, whether that was her or the vodka talking.

Either way, she smirked back at him, a moment later finding her fingers laced through his as she led him into one of the many bedrooms. The house was huge, but Jeremy had given her a tour yesterday and she'd spent the night here last night, which meant she had a vague idea of where she was going.

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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY

notgay
2011-08-01 08:12 am UTC (link)

Mark didn't think she should be put off by what he was suggesting, but he was a little surprised when she wasn't. After all, she had shot him down every other time he'd come onto her.

"Excellent."

He didn't know if his charm had won out or if she'd consumed just enough alcohol to throw caution to the wind. At the moment, though, he really didn't care. She was, apparently, more than eager to spend a little time alone with him. Nothing else seemed to matter when compared to that little piece of information.

Everything else was all but forgotten when Chelle laced their fingers together and led him into one of the bedrooms. The head on his shoulders had ceased to function some time ago, and he was allowing the head between his legs to drive.

The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk when the door closed behind them, and he paused to flip the lock into place.

"Now... about that thank you..."

Since she had led him into this room, he was confident that she would not be pushing him away, and that showed when he pulled her close and brushed a kiss over her lips.

To be honest, Chelle couldn't tell you why she was suddenly receptive, either. She only knew that the kind of thank you Mark was suggesting sounded rather appealing at the moment.

"Thank you," she murmured just as their lips touched. She hummed softly at his flavor as she deepened the kiss slightly. Chelle could taste the alcohol on Mark's lips, mingled with his own flavor and in her current buzzed state, she thought it was a nice flavor. Definitely something she wanted more of.

Her body pressed lightly against his as her free arm slipped around his neck, her fingers playing idly with the hair on the back of his neck as her lips moved against his. She'd be lying if she claimed she hadn't thought about what this would be like before now and actually experiencing this - kissing Mark - wasn't remotely a disappointment.

His smirk faltered when their lips came together, but it returned when she began to hum softly.

Somehow, he'd known it would be like this... known that she would be responsive. Instantly, he found himself wondering how she would react to other things. Maybe he would soon find out.

Mark pushed a set of his fingers into her hair and deepened the kiss. Her flavor was quite nice, and something of a hum built in his own chest. He hoped they could keep this up for a little while.

A shiver ran down his spine when her fingers began to play with the hair at the back of his neck, and he groaned softly. His free hand moved to her hip, and he pulled her closer as he backed toward the bed.

Might as well get comfortable, right?

A pleasant warmth flooded through her as the kiss deepened. Kissing Mark was more than a little nice. She found herself responding easily as he pulled her closer and when he started to back further into the room, she couldn't think of a single reason to protest.

She continued to hum against his lips and she marveled at the way her body seemed to mold around his. "Mmmm, Mark," she hummed as his hand pulled at her hip. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd made out with a guy before, but it felt somehow better at the moment than it ever had before.

"You taste good," she murmured as she nipped and sucked lightly at his lower lip.

Encouraged by the way she was responding, he deepened the kiss. His hold on her tightened as his lips began to pull a little more diligently at each of hers. With another girl, he might have taken things a little slower, but this one didn't seem remotely put off by their current pace.

Their progress was slow, but they eventually reached the bed. Rather than urging her down onto the mattress, he sat and pulled her into his lap.

His fingers slipped from her hair and trailed down the side of her neck. This was easily the best idea he'd had in a very long time.

"So sexy," he breathed as he pulled at her.

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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY

notgay
2011-08-01 08:13 am UTC (link)

Honestly, Chelle wasn't usually one to get so caught up in a kiss so quickly. In her defense, though, she'd had a lot to drink and Mark was an exceptional kisser. It felt like an exceptional kiss, anyway, but that could have been the liquor talking.

She was barely conscious of Mark sitting down and pulling her into his lap. She was barely conscious of anything but his lips pressed against hers. Really, it should be illegal for anyone to taste and feel so good.

"Mmmm, Mark." She hummed with pleasure against his lips as his fingers trailed over her neck. She wasn't sure why, but that felt impossibly good and she didn't resist in the slightest when he pulled at her. Why would she want to pull away from something that, for the moment, felt so good?

It could've been the punch talking, but Mark liked to think that she was enjoying herself because he was exceptionally good at what he was doing. Of course, he'd always had a healthy ego.

His hands moved to her hips as he deepened the kiss, and he pulled their bodies roughly together.

"So hot," he breathed as he pulled his lips from hers and began to trail heated kisses along the line of her jaw and down the side of her neck. She tasted amazing. A hum built in the back of his throat as he nipped and sucked at her skin.

At this point, he wasn't even considering pulling away.

Mark was definitely good at what they were doing. That was Chelle's current opinion on the matter, anyway, and that was really what was important if you asked her -- whether or not she thought he was good.

"Guh." It was amazing how good it felt when he pulled at her a little roughly. "So good," she muttered. Chelle let out a moan when he kissed over the line of her jaw that was perhaps a little too loud, but her mind wasn't exactly on being quiet so they wouldn't be heard at the moment. Really, how was she supposed to stop and think of such practical matters when Mark's mouth had found the most perfect spot on her neck to kiss?

"Guh, Mark," she moaned as her nails scraped over his back and her body pressed encouragingly against his.

Encouraged by her reactions, Mark began to nip and suck a little more diligently at the side of her neck. They hadn't been doing this long enough to know exactly how to read her, but she was giving him a fair indication of what she liked.

His hips rolled up to hers when her fingernails scraped down his back, and a low groan built in his throat.

"So sexy," he murmured.

Mark deftly reversed their positions. Though one arm supported the bulk of his weight, he pressed his body firmly against hers. A voice in the back of his head told him that she probably wouldn't be giving in so easily if she hadn't been drinking, but he didn't care. He wanted this. She was reacting appropriately. That was all that mattered at the moment.

His lips pressed firmly to hers as his free hand began to move over her curves. Moments later, his hand was slipping down her side, over her hip, only to move back up, inching under the dress she was wearing over her bikini. It was entirely possible that he was working a little too quickly, but he was willing to take that risk.

They hadn't been doing this for more than a few minutes, but holy crap if he didn't seem to know just how and where to kiss and touch her.

Chelle probably wouldn't have allowed things to escalate quite so quickly if she'd been sober, but right now she was being led by desire and far too much vodka. All that seemed to matter in the moment was that this felt good. That she'd never actually gone much further than this before wasn't even a consideration.

It felt so smooth when he reversed their positions that she barely noticed. Then again, she was easily caught up in the feel of his body pressed against hers and his hand moving over her curves.

"Oh, guh, Mark," she groaned into the kiss.

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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY

notgay
2011-08-01 08:15 am UTC (link)

Mark rolled his hips roughly against hers as he nipped and sucked at each of her lips. She felt incredibly good, and he groaned softly as their bodies moved together.

To be perfectly honest, he didn't really care why she was suddenly so receptive to his charms. He only cared that she was receptive.

"You're so fucking sexy," he purred.

His hand shifted to the inside of her thigh as he spoke, and almost instantly, he began to move it higher. Seconds later, his fingertips were pressing against her center, and he deepened the kiss in the hope that he could swallow any moan he coaxed from her.

Holy shit.

Chelle wasn't completely inexperienced when it came to boys, but until very recently, no one other than her had ever had a hand in that particular spot and Chelle could barely think when his fingers pressed against her center.

She moaned against his lips, but the sound was drowned in the deep kiss they were engaged in. Her hips rolled toward him, encouraging what he was doing as she followed him deeper into the kiss.

Holy crap, that felt amazing. She might have reconsidered had she been sober, but at the moment she hoped he wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.

Mark became bolder with each passing second. It was obvious that she was just as into this as he was, and his fear that she might push him away was fading quickly.

His fingertips pushed around her bikini bottoms when she began to moan into his mouth, and he stroked over her slit several times before pushing a single digit into her opening.

"So hot," he panted between kisses. "So fucking tight."

Moments later, that single finger was extracted and replaced with two. He was trying to take his time, but he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her.

Nothing Chelle could begin to get out of her mouth was remotely intelligible. She'd thought having his fingertips pressed against her felt good, but it was nothing compared to the sensation that washed over her when his finger pushed around her bikini to touch bare flesh.

"Fuck.. guh... sh.. holy.. fuck.. guh." She nipped and pulled hungrily at his mouth, as though she could somehow ground herself if they could just keep kissing.

There was some slight discomfort when he pushed a second finger inside her, but Chelle was too far gone to care. The discomfort was mild compared to the waves of pleasure that washed over her as his fingers moved inside her.

"Guh.. want you," she moaned without lifting her lips from his.

Mark smirked against her lips when she began to babble unintelligibly. Very few of the sounds she was making formed words, and the ones that did only served to encourage him. It was more than a little obvious that she was enjoying herself.

"So fucking hot... so wet... so perfect..."

He was, of course, unaware of any discomfort she felt as his fingers continued to pump into her. There had been a time when he'd wondered if she was a virgin. That was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment, though.

"Want you," he echoed.

The instant those words left her mouth, Mark began to push impatiently at their clothing. As they were both fully dressed, it took him a few moments to successfully remove their garments. Once he'd managed it, though, he quickly rolled on the condom he'd retrieved from his wallet and positioned himself over her.

"So fucking sexy," he breathed as he brought his lips back to hers and began to push himself into her tight opening. Had he known she had never done this before, he would've used a little more patience. As it was, he was only focused on what they both seemed to want.

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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY

notgay
2011-08-01 08:16 am UTC (link)

"Oh, my.. guh..." Forming words was really just too difficult at the moment. How was it possible for anything to feel so good? Chelle's hips rolled against his hand, encouraging him as his fingers thrust into her and she let out a little whine of protest when he pulled away.

When it became obvious that he was pulling away to dispose of their clothing, though, she rushed to help him. She reached up and pulled at his t-shirt and once that was out of the way, she worked diligently to relieve him of his shorts. In actuality, it probably didn't take that long, but she could swear that it felt like an eternity before he was positioned over her.

Chelle gasped into the kiss when he finally entered her. Fuck. That hurt. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on the kiss, tried to force herself to relax. His fingers had felt unbelievable and she was hopeful that this sudden pain would only last a moment. Forcing herself not to cry out, she pulled a little more roughly at his lips as she waited for it to feel good again.

As horrible as it sounded, Mark wasn't paying his companion a lot of attention. In his defense, though, she was unbelievably tight, and it was taking all of his self-control not to immediately cum.

"Fuck," he cursed. "So fucking tight."

He thrust into her a couple of times before he realized that she wasn't moaning as loudly as she had been when his fingers had been moving inside of her, and he pulled back.

Judging from the way her brow was furrowed, she was in a fair amount of pain. It took him a second to process what that meant, but once he had, he paused.

"You alright?" he breathed.

Mark was an asshole, but he wasn't completely uncaring.

Up until that moment, Chelle thought she'd been doing a fair job of hiding how much discomfort she was in. She had managed to keep from crying out, after all, and she didn't really expect Mark to notice her expression. When he did pull back and question her, she was mildly surprised. Showing concern didn't really fit with his reputation.

"Yeah.. Yeah," she assured him. Now that he had paused the pain had lessened. "I've just never... Just go slow?" She wasn't sure if that would help or make it worse - it wasn't like she was the expert in virginity loss - but it seemed like a good idea. Besides, she didn't imagine it could actually get worse.

Mark nodded when she requested that he go slow. He was an ass, but he wasn't as uncaring as most people made him out to be. Besides, it was difficult for him to enjoy himself when it was obvious that she was in pain. If he could lessen that pain by moving a little slower, he was more than willing to do just that. After all, he liked hearing her moan his name.

"Just relax," he breathed. "It'll get better."

He brought his lips to hears and urged her into a deep kiss. As promised, his movements were slow and measured when he began to move inside of her. It was torture, but he hoped his patience would pay off in the end.

Chelle nodded, hoping that he was being truthful. He had no reason to lie, she reasoned, so she told herself once more to relax, which was much easier now.

She followed him easily into the deep kiss, though a part of her was focused on smoothing the lines from her face and relaxing as much as possible. His movements were much slower, but she could still feel that discomfort until finally it started to fade.

Moments later, she gave her hips an experimental roll and was pleased to find it didn't hurt much at all. In fact, it actually felt kind of good. Better than good, actually and she let out a soft moan as she rolled them toward him again with more purpose.

Mark kept his lips moving against hers as he slowly thrust into her. The pace was torturous, but he forced himself to stick with it. Surely, it wouldn't take too much longer for her discomfort to pass... right?

Moments later, she was rolling her hips up to his and moaning softly. That was more like it. He liked hearing her moan.

Pulling back, he smirked at the girl underneath him. "Feel good?" he questioned as he began to move his hips a little faster. It was a rhetorical question. He wouldn't hate it if she answered, though.

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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY

notgay
2011-08-01 08:17 am UTC (link)

It seemed like it took an eternity, but it did start to feel good, and when he questioned her, Chelle nodded her head as she gasped out an affirmative response. She reached for him, then, pulling him into another deep kiss. Any moans she uttered drowned in the kiss, but it should have been obvious that she was enjoying herself.

"God.. fuck.. oh my gosh.. feels good," she moaned unintelligibly when they came up for air. It probably didn't matter if what she was saying didn't make any sense. It was clear he was making her feel so good.

Mark snorted softly when she nodded and gasped. For a brief moment, he considered pushing for more of a verbal response, but that was forgotten when she began to pull at him.

"Good," he breathed as their lips met.

It had taken a fair amount of self-control to move so slowly, and he was more than eager to let his less patient side take control.

He pushed himself into her harder and faster than before as their mouths worked together. He could feel her moaning into the kiss, and that was enough to assure him that she was more than happy with the pace.

Several moments later, he was desperately close to a release, and he forced a hand between them so that his thumb could circle her clit.

"I'm gonna..." he panted, unable to complete the sentence. "You better... fuck..."

He forced himself to keep moving when he finally came, but his movements turned almost mechanical. Fucking fuck, that had felt good.

Had she been in pain mere moments ago? To Chelle that discomfort felt like a distant memory right now as her hips began to roll towards his at a much more frantic pace. It felt unbelievably good and her fingers pulled roughly at his back, her nails digging into his flesh, nearly hard enough to break the skin.

She moaned his name, though the sound was lost against his lips, drowned in the heated kisses they shared as their bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm. It felt so good. Chelle was certain she was going to black out from sheer pleasure at any moment now.

When his panted, incomplete command echoed between them, she didn't have to be told twice. Even if she'd wanted to resist, the thumb rubbing over her clit pushed her straight over the edge and she moaned loudly as she came.

Holy shit. That had been amazing. Much better than anything she'd ever experienced.

Though spent, Mark continued to thrust into her. She had followed him over the edge, of course, but he milked the the release for that last little bit of pleasure. When he could no longer move, he held himself over her and forced the air to move in and out of his lungs. Fucking fuck. It really didn't get any better than that.

Once he was able to breathe, he gave her something of a smirk. "You're welcome," he mumbled, referencing the conversation they'd had before they'd slipped off together.

Never one to cuddle, he pushed himself away from her. It took him a moment to locate a trash can, but once he had, he discarded the condom he was wearing.

"We should probably get back," he told her even though he knew some girls wouldn't like hearing that sort of thing after sex. "Wouldn't want them to come looking for us."

While stooping to retrieve his own clothing, he gathered hers. "Here," he murmured as he passed them to her.

Another guy might have felt guilty for ditching a girl once he'd taken her virginity, but Mark didn't give it a second thought.

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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY

notgay
2011-08-01 08:18 am UTC (link)

"Huh?" Chelle's brow furrowed in confusion when he said you're welcome. She'd forgotten all about their earlier conversation the moment his lips had pressed to hers.

Maybe another girl would have been offended that he'd gotten up so quickly, but Chelle wasn't stupid enough to think what they'd just done meant anything and he was right. They did need to get back. It wasn't like Chelle wanted anyone to know she'd just had sex with Mark Walker and she was sure her friends would be looking for her. Besides, it was a party. That meant she should be out there mingling.

"Thanks," she said, offering him a smile as she took the clothing he was passing to her. It didn't take her very long to pull her clothes back on - well her bikini and the dress she was wearing over it. Once that was done, she slipped her feet into her flip flops.

She supposed she should just head back out to the party now, but she wasn't sure if she should.. say something. It wasn't like Chelle did this kind of thing on a regular basis.

Mark couldn't help but laugh when he realized how conceited he probably looked. You're welcome. He should start saying that every time he fucked a girl. After all, it's not ego if you've done it.

"For helping you earlier… you were thanking me…" He shook his head dismissively as he spoke. It wasn't that important.

It didn't take him very long to dress. Once he'd finished, though, he lingered near the door way. Like her, he felt as though he should say something. He didn't know what he should say, though. If he could have any superpower, he would disappear immediately after getting off.

"So… see you later," he grinned before unlocking the door and heading back out to the party.

"Oh, right." A faint blush colored her cheeks, though they were already flushed from their previous activity, and she nodded her head. She'd forgotten, of course, but she grinned now. "If that's how I have to thank you," she teased, "remind me to ask you for help more often." Just because she didn't do this kind of thing often didn't mean she hadn't thoroughly enjoyed it or that she didn't want to do it again.

"Um, yeah, see you later," she answered lamely. She really didn't know what to say, either. Instead, she waved after him and took a few minutes in front of the mirror to fix her hair before heading back out to the party, herself.

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