Chapter 4

 Chris

The place is packed with bitches, and that’s exactly how I’m feeling about the girls that have invaded my home tonight. Bill and Steve really pulled out all the stops tonight and it looks like they recruited every good looking chick in town and probably the surrounding towns too.

On any other normal night I’d be totally fine with this situation. There’s pussy everywhere, and without a question, every girl here would be happy to go upstairs with me and try to break my bed.

But my mind is not on that shit tonight. The only girl on my mind tonight is the stunning girl from the diner. Janelle. Janelle.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I haven’t felt this way since my first crush on Trisha McDonald when I was twelve years old. She burrowed her way into my brain and I haven’t been able to shake her since I first laid eyes on her.

I wonder if she’ll show.

What the fuck is this? I’m actually nervous! I’m nervous over a broad. Have I forgotten who I am? I’m Chris Mitchell! Chicks fall at my feet and worship at my bedside and I’m nervous over whether or not some waitress from bumfuck Ohio is going to show up at my party that’s already packed with top notch ass? I must be losing my goddamn mind.

“Ayo, Chris!” Bill shouts from behind me. I turn to see him with his arms around three girls, two of whom appear to be related. “These girls wanted to meet you, man. I mean – I can handle two of them, but three? So, take your pick.”

The girls smile at me through fake eyelashes, makeup and hair extensions. Typical. Two of them have boob jobs too. Nice ones, but still fakes. I can’t help wondering what Janelle’s tits look like under that cheap blouse of hers. Something about the fact that she was dressed down makes her even more mysterious to me and I can’t stop wondering what she looks like naked.

I’ve been at half mast since the diner and it’s making it hard to walk around this place, so I’ve been leaning in the corner of the living room since we got here. The place is pretty packed. A bunch more dudes from the team heard what was going on and beat feet over here. Some brought girls, some didn’t, but there’s more than enough to go around. I’ll probably have to spray the whole place down in the morning with sanitizer.

“I think you can handle them, Bill!” I shout over my shoulder, waving a hand dismissively. He may be buzzed, but Bill knows better than to pursue something with me once I’ve let him know I’m not interested. Besides, there’s worse problems a dude can have than worrying about satisfying three chicks at the same time.

A couple of girls have gotten up on the coffee table and are shaking their asses around. They’re both in yoga pants. Whatever man it was that convinced girls to wear those out in public is a fucking legend, but right now I’m not focused on them – I’m thinking about what I asked Janelle to do.

“Come back to the house and dance for us.”

What a dumb fucking thing to say. What the Hell was I thinking? Every eye in the place is gonna be on her. Just the thought of the rest of the boys ogling her, taking in every inch of her body, picturing her bouncing up and down on their dicks – fuck!

I feel my hands clench at my sides. There’s no way I’m letting that happen. When she gets here – if she gets here, there’s going to be a real serious change of plans. This girl is mine. Suddenly I’m regretting even inviting her here. I should have called the whole party off and brought her here and had her to myself.

But what’s done is done.

“Hey, baby,” I hear a sloppy girl voice behind me and turn to see a familiar face. It’s Cinnamon, one of the girls from the Pony that’s been after me for months now. There’s nothing really wrong with her, but I’m just not feeling her and I’ve been ducking her every time I see her.

She must have caught a ride with one of the other girls. The guys know not to invite her. I’ve laid out clear instructions that Cinnamon isn’t welcome at any of our parties. Not after she snuck up into my room and refused to leave until I finally was forced to call the cops to get her out of here. I really should consider a restraining order.

“What are you doing here?” I growl at her.

“Come on, Chris,” she says in her best sexy-girl voice. “Why do you keep denying what’s going on between us?”

“There’s nothing going on between us, Cinnamon. Now get lost.”

I turn away from her and cross the room to the entryway by the stairs where I can keep an eye on the front door. The music’s loud and it’s hot as Hell. The whole place already smells like smoke and beer. I should be right at home. I mean, after all, it is my home – but I’m not. I’d rather be back at the diner right now.

Where the fuck is she!?

I’m getting pissed. I realize my fists are still clenched at my side and my knuckles have gone white.

Did one of the other guys on the team get to her first? I wouldn’t put it past one of them to corner her outside on the steps and drag her away to the backyard or something. Just picturing that going on makes my blood boil. Football teams can be like tribes of hunters, men fighting among each other for what they want. And there’s no question the guys are gonna want Janelle.

But then again, maybe they don’t have the eye that I have. They’re suckers for the bimbo type. I’m not gonna pretend I haven’t had my share of those girls myself, but I was never really into them. Just something to do to pass the time. I’ve always had my eye out for that girl, that one girl that could really come into my life.

But, shit, I’m jumping ahead of myself. I haven’t even touched this girl or had a real conversation with her and I’m already thinking shit like that.

At least bang her out a couple of times first!

The head on my shoulders instantly syncs up with the head in my pants as I picture Janelle in bed with me. I wonder what she looks like naked, on her back, from behind…I can’t help but picture what her pussy looks like. I wonder if she shaves. Does a girl like her keep it neat down there? Or is she too busy working and being single to worry about it?

There are pros and cons to both, I guess, and I realize I don’t give a shit, I just want to know. I want to eat her pussy either way. I want to know how she tastes and bury my head between her legs and look up at her and watch her face as she looks down at me. Will she grab the back of my head and push me down? Or will she grab the sheets with both hands and toss her head back while she cums on my tongue as I lap at her clit?

Fuck, I need her.

“Where the fuck is she?!” I growl under my breath.

And that’s when the door opens.

It takes everything in me not to lunge on her as she steps into the house. Her friend Carla is with her, and she’s a looker too, but my eyes don’t even go to her. I’m absolutely captivated by Janelle.

She’s nervous. I can see it in her eyes. It’s written all over her face. She’s never done anything like this before. She’s never been to a house like this or around this sort of thing. She’s a small town girl – an untouched, unspoiled, innocent small town girl, and I paid her to come dance at my party full of jaded, horny, testosterone-filled football players…

“Chris!” She blurts out as she lays eyes on me. She’s holding Carla’s hand, but she walks quickly right over to me. She feels safe around me. This place really must freak her out.

“Hey, Janelle,” I say, trying to keep it cool. My dick’s about to bust out of my pants and I’m feeling so fucking possessive of her right now that I am about to grab her and carry her upstairs like a goddamn Neanderthal. “Find the place all right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Carla says in a sarcastic tone. “Real hard time finding Chris-fucking-Mitchell’s house!”

I grin and grab Janelle by the hand. Her skin is soft, warm, and makes me wonder how the rest of her feels.

“Listen,” I whisper, just loud enough to be heard over the roar of the party. “I don’t want you to dance.”

Janelle looks up at me with shock.

“What are you talking about?” She replies, sounding mad. “You said you were paying me to dance!”

She’s trying to pretend she’s mad, but I can tell she’s relieved. She doesn’t want to dance any more than I want her to. But she’s here now – and that’s what matters.

“You can have the money,” I tell her. “I don’t care. But I don’t want their eyes on you.”

She gives me a long hard look before she speaks.

“Then what am I doing here?”

I lean closer and slip my arm around her waist. Our eyes meet and she looks up at me and I can see the lust in her eyes. She’s warm and I’m fighting every instinct in my body to reach down and slide my hand up her skirt and get a feel of her ass.

“I want you, Janelle,” I tell her. “Now. Upstairs.”

Carla is looking around trying to pretend she’s not here. She knows what’s up. I can see Janelle deliberating. She doesn’t want to come off as a whore, but she wants me. She also wants the money.

“I’m not fucking you for money, Chris.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” I tell her. “Consider it a tip for our drinks. That’s it. Now come upstairs with me.”

She opens her mouth to speak, but I’ve had enough. I can’t contain myself. I grab her like a caveman and toss her over my shoulder. She yelps, but there’s a laugh in there too.

“Sorry, Carla. I need your friend for a while!” I shout over my shoulder as I mount the stairs. “I may or may not return her to you!”

Carla cracks up. “Have fun, Janelle!”

“Oh, she will!”