This is a do-over of a do-over. The original didn't get much response other than somebody missing the point of the twisted grammar that I chose to use. I reined in that wild voice a bit in the first do-over, but it still wasn't very erotic. In this revision (strike three I suppose!) I've tried to up the erotic content a bit, but if you've read my other stories, you already know that I prefer to avoid the Tab A inserts into Slot B stuff. Nevertheless, if you use your imagination you might enjoy what's here.Try reading it out loud to hear this young guy's voice if that helps.
As always, I ask you to help me improve my writing through your constructive suggestions.
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The party in the basement's jumpin' with kids and it's so fuckin' dark and the music so fuckin' loud I can't think. Them speakers the end of the room gonna blow they so fuckin' loud. So loud I'm feelin' concussions in my chest, makin' my breathin' feel funny like I'm gonna take somethin' into my lungs that ain't good for me. Fuckin' music's so loud beer cups on the table are jumpin', suds inside dancin' rings to the beat. Bottle caps not been finger-snapped cross the room are dancin', vibratin' their way cross the table.
Some guy's yellin' in my ear but I can't get it, just nod my head, give a little laugh and move away. Everythin's shattered by the boomin' loud beat and so my mind's scrambled, and all them little bits of thoughts are tumblin' round my skull makin' no sense no more. But who the fuck cares, man? Partyin' with these babes and the fuckin' collar-poppers is better 'n studyin' fuckin' calculus back at the dorm.
In my jangled mind I play 'who would I do.' There's tons of hot chicks down here, low cut jeans, tight t-shirts showin' pokey nipples or bra straps either one, bare skin and bellybutton jewelry. Fuck, that one's hot but there's three guys already movin' on her. I got no chance there. Whoa, another one, and that one over there. How 'bout her?
A hoot goes up real loud and suddenly everybody's yellin' 'More! More! More!' watchin' these two girls dancin' at the end of the room, kissin' like it's combat, rubbin' their tits against each other, scissorin' their legs and dippin' low hips swayin'.
Watchin' them my mind does a fast forward and now in my imagination I got these two girls down on the floor their legs still scissorin' but now they got no pants and it's pussy to pussy, grindin' them pussies together juicy and slick. In my mind it's like a contest, who's gonna cum first and it's gettin' fierce. Both girls, they got one hand behind them bracin' themselves and the other hand's around the other girl's wrist with a strong grip and they're pullin' hard, pullin' hard to keep them pussies slidin' against the other girl's like they tryin' to start a fire. And in my head I see one of 'em go weak and arch her back cause she's starting to feel it, like she's had this big jolt of pleasure and now I see the other girl's thrown her head back and her face looks like she's in pain and then, and then, they both thrashin' against each other out of control, cummin' hard, cryin' out with a little scream and then out from them two pussies there's like water sprayin' like it's a geyser so I'm wonderin' if it's the one or the other who squirted. Fuck, that hurts, my fuckin' jeans are too tight. I gotta relax and think about baseball.
"More! More! More!" The girls they got their hands on each others' asses but not in my head anymore, for real, and that one girl, she's undone th'other girl's belt, opened up her pants and I'm lookin' at robins egg blue panties and now her hands are inside squeezin' the girl's ass. They callin' her OD or somethin', but I ain't sure the fuckin' music's so loud.