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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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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