I turned my silver car into the driveway next to the massive crimson SUV and turned off the engine. Tonight was going to be great! I stepped out and adjusted my black leather vest, making sure it fit nicely over my toned chest before locking the car and pocketing the keys. I instinctively checked my watch. 8:13. Right on time. I walked up to the door of the gray house and knocked. As I waited for an answer, I looked at my reflection in the thick glass door. My brown eyes stared proudly back at my 5'9'' broad-shouldered frame. I wore a black t-shirt beneath my vest and a pair of beat-up jeans. But I focused on my hair the most. I was trying to style it up for that "big hair" look. Suddenly the door opened and I was greeted by a six-foot guy in horn-rimmed glasses, a fake bow-tie, and a plaid shirt. "Hey, Tim. Looking good" I said. "Thanks. You too, Kevin." Tim was one of my best friends. This was his parents' house, but they were out tonight. I heard the TV in his brother's room blaring a baseball game as I stepped inside. I followed him down the hallway to the right. The first room was his little brother Johnny's. I waved as we walked by, and he took his eyes off his TV long enough to smile and say "You look like such a freak!"

Any other night I would have head-locked that kid like there was no tomorrow, but tonight I took it as a compliment. We were all dressing up for "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" at a theater two towns over. We'd planned it all out yesterday over the phone to see the last show of the year, which was tonight. Tim was Brad (the dork) and I was Eddie (the rock and roll biker). I'd seen the show before, but not at this theatre or with this group. Tim and I were the only two guys going, and that meant one thing: four women in skimpy clothes for the show. I didn't need any convincing. Just the thought of it gave me a semi. The next room we passed was the bathroom. The door was open just a bit and I could see the reflection of at least three of the girls in the wall mirror including Wendy, Tim's sister. Her emerald eyes locked on mine through the mirror and she smiled deviously, puckering her newly-glossed red lips before she shut the small crack in the door. I heard a bit of giggling as we passed. I knew two of the other girls going with us, but the third was Wendy's friend. Finally we reached Tim's room at the end of the hall."The girls will be ready soon. I was just starting on some homework."

Tim was a good guy. Bit of a boyscout. It was Friday night and he was doing homework. We were both in college, which was how we met. We were both 19, with Tim older by a few weeks, and his sister had three years on us both. Wendy. She was easily the sexiest redhead I had ever seen. Of course I'd never tell Tim that. Her hair was a natural rust-red that she usually kept in a tight bun, revealing her beautiful well-rounded face. She had nice full cheeks, a gorgeous smile, and naturally light skin. I had never actually seen her tits, but from the clothes she wore they had to be double-D's. Normally I didn't go for the big-breasted chicks, but Wendy was just so fiery and sexy. She had a nice round set of hips, but her 5'11' frame didn't make her look fat in the least. And those green Irish eyes, tattoos, and multiple ear-piercings just screamed 'bad-girl.' We were just friends, she being Tim's sister and all, but we had flirted a few times. Nothing ever came of it though, and I couldn't count the number of times I'd imagined otherwise. She was that wild rock and roll-type of girl, and that told me she was a monster in bed.

I could feel my dick hardening, so I looked around the room to try and calm myself as Tim did his homework. I decided to try my hair again. I used Tim's mirror to make sure everything was in place. This hairstyle wasn't easy to copy. After a few minutes of working on it I had calmed down, but there was a knock on Tim's door, and our four beautiful babes burst through in full Rocky garb, posing like Charlie's Angels. I felt my cock practically jump as I looked at them. They all wore different combinations of fishnet stockings, skirts, and heels, leaving just enough to the imagination to walk around in. But I just couldn't look away from Wendy. She was wearing a tight leather corset, which looked like it barely held back her big breasts as it squeezed right up against her chest. She had no shirt on, so her whole top half was bare aside from a black choker. Her platform boots were at least two inches tall and stopped at her shins, where thin black fishnets rode the the rest of the way up to her short skirt. I nearly dropped my comb when the four of them pulled out of formation. "Okay, we're ready" Wendy said. "Alright, let's go" responded Tim. He jingled his keys as we followed the girls out of the room. I shut off his light, closed the door, and followed them outside.

We were taking Tim's father's SUV. It was practically a tank, and cost just as much to fill, so we'd all slipped him ten bucks each. The front seat was taken by one of the girls, Maria. She was kind of into Tim. The other two girls took the middle seats, using the center for their purses and things. So that just left Wendy and I in the back seat. With everything ready, Tim fired up the engine and we took off. I looked over at Wendy and decided to take the opportunity to talk. "So Wendy, How have you been?" "I'm alright. I'm beginning to like my new job, and thankfully the car isn't acting up. I got a few pieces done recently, so my painting is going well too." I'd forgotten that she painted. Truth be told I hadn't seen anything she'd made in the two years I'd known her, but I'd heard her work was very good. It always shocked me that she stayed single. "Cool. I don't think I've ever seen any of your paintings." "Really? I'll have to show you some when we get back." "Cool." There was one more thing nagging at me, though. Usually she did all the driving. "Hey, why aren't you driving tonight?" She smiled sheepishly and replied. "Oh, Tim's better at driving at night, and on the freeway." She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Besides, I wanted to make him look good for Maria." Ah, now I saw it. I barely got over the great view I got down her corset before she turned the conversation around. "How are you these days, Kevin?" "Oh the usual. Still looking for a job. Parents are good. Classes are cool. And I'm trying to keep the car in good shape." "That's cool" she replied.

Desperate to keep the conversation going, I asked the basic question. "Excited about tonight?" "Oh yeah. I've seen these guys a dozen times. They're great. But the real fun doesn't pick up until after the show's over." She grinned deviously. Needless to say, Wendy was not a virgin, and she knew how to have fun. And with the way she looked tonight, she wasn't going to have any trouble finding it. Feeling this was as close to flirting as I'd get all night, I scooted over just a little bit and spoke slyly. "How much fun do you plan to have?" She slid over a bit too, and replied in the same tone. "As much as I can handle." I moved even closer. "You ever have too much fun?" She reciprocated once again. "It's Rocky Night. No such thing as too much fun." She raised her eyebrows and smiled, licking her deep red lips before I realized both how close we were and how hard I had once again become. I looked up into the rear-view mirror to make sure Tim wasn't watching us before replying. "I hope we can test that theory tonight." We exchanged another erotic look before I casually slid back into my seat.

I spent the rest of the ride watching the lights pass as Tim drove us down the road. Wendy talked with her friends sitting in front of us. I snuck a look over at her every now and then. God, her skin looked so smooth. And my eyes kept being drawn to her netted legs, just imagining what she wore under that skirt. By the time we'd arrived my hard-on had come and gone at least ten times. We arrived a few minutes early so we had time to buy our tickets, meet a few of the non-performing cast, and grab our gag bags. There was a set of gags for the show, like ringing bells and wearing newspapers, but every group had their own set of jokes as well. I just hung back, looking around at the other patrons. Not many people had dressed up, and I seemed to be the only Eddie. My bit of pride was drowned out by hunger, so I walked to the snack bar and bought a bag of peanuts. I walked back over to stand next to Wendy again just as the doors opened, so I sat next to her when the show started. Tim was sitting on the other end of the group, too engrossed with Maria to notice the moves I was going to put on his sister. I usually didn't hit on girls like this, but like she said, it was Rocky Night. Anything was possible.

We laughed as we watched the cast move through the 'virgin' ceremony, making the people who hadn't seen the show stand up and take a little extra abuse. I ate a few of my peanuts and Wendy looked over, saying "Ooh, can I have some?" "Sure" I replied, leaning the bag over to her as they started the movie. I sang along with the giant red lips that started the show. I heard Wendy singing too and turned to her. She turned to me as well and we traded sexy looks as we sang along. We both smiled and held back our laughter as the song ended. I casually moved over in my seat and wrapped my arm around her, resting my hand on her bare shoulder. She was smooth, and warm. But soon enough it was 'Time Warp' time, and the whole audience jumped up to dance. As I moved along to the music, I couldn't help but watch Wendy's fine ass, hips, and legs move gracefully while her breasts jiggled against her chest. By the time we did the 'pelvic thrust' I had something to be proud of, and I noticed Wendy was watching me too. The show continued normally for a while as the performers ran around lip-synching while the non-performers spouted their jokes. I joined in on the ones I knew, watching Wendy whistle and scream sexy comments at the cast. I too found myself 'sampling the talent.' Wendy eyeballed Rocky in his gold thong. The guy playing him looked pretty authentic, too. I'd always had a thing for Columbia, and the girl playing her tonight was smokin' as well. But she was still nothing compared to Wendy. Every now and then she blindly grabbed a few peanuts from the bag, which I'd set on my 'bag,' making every occasion that much more fun for both of us.

Soon it was dancing time again, this time with 'Hot Patootie.' This being my character's only number, I gave it my all while eying Wendy's smooth moves and features. After a minute or two we locked eyes and got close, dancing out the rest of the number barely a few inches apart. After a few sweat-inducing minutes, both from our closeness and the rigorous dance, we sat back down as the show went on. I once again reached into my bag of peanuts to find only a few left. We had eaten nearly the whole bag and the show was barely half over. After making sure Tim was still occupied with Maria, I whispered in Wendy's ear. "You must really like nuts." As awful and cheesy as I realized the line was after I said it, Wendy turned and responded in possibly the horniest way she had all night. "I love nuts. Especially salty ones in big bags..." For the second time that night my cock jumped and hardened instantly. Not knowing how I could possibly counter that, I just smiled along with her as she turned away to ogle Rocky again as his song picked up.

A few more gag-filled minutes rolled by as Dr. Frank N. Furter seduced Brad and Janet, both on and off the screen. Wendy chatted with her two friends that sat next to us while I finished off the peanuts. It seemed like our sordid little affair was over, at least for the moment. I put the empty peanut bag in my pocket, laid my hands on the armrests, and just leaned back to enjoy the show. Soon enough the next song arrived, where Janet seduced Rocky. As I listened to Janet sing about needing sex, I couldn't help but imagine Wendy and I in their place. Nothing but a torn petticoat and a thong between us as she lusted over me. Despite how tight and painful my pants were becoming, I couldn't help but just get harder and harder. Suddenly Wendy swung her left leg over the armrest across my lap. Quite surprised by this, I looked at her as she again smiled deviously and mouthed the words as Janet sang them onscreen. "Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me. I wanna be dirty!" After making sure Tim wasn't looking, I gave her what she wanted. I ran my left hand over her calf beneath the tight leather boots and caressed her netted thigh. Seeing that she was enjoying it, I moved my hand just a little quicker, each time going further and further up her leg until I was almost under her dress. I rubbed her inner thigh, and could feel the heat growing between her legs.

Unfortunately the song was very short. And as soon as it ended she pulled her leg away, leaving me painfully hard once more. Even worse, she started talking with her friends again seeming just as oblivious as they were to what had just happened. I knew I was doing well, because she had that glazed-over look in her eyes and kept biting her lip. Nonetheless I continued enjoying the movie. After all, she and I were just friends. This whole thing could have just been some good fun in the spirit of the movie. It was Rocky Night after all. Anything could happen. It's not like I'd fingered her or anything. Hell, I hadn't even kissed her! After looking at her a few more times to make sure things weren't going anywhere, I once again settled back into my seat, focusing on the show. The dinner scene, wherein the characters actually ate bits of my character, came and went. I looked at her, expecting a remark on 'eating' me, but nothing came. Finally convinced that our fun was over, I focused completely on the show, although quite disappointed. I wrapped myself up in the jokes and the performances, quickly passing through the rest of the movie culminating with the Floor Show scene. I watched as Columbia, Frank, and Rocky all got their comeuppance while Riffraff and Magenta took off into space with the house. Brad and Janet sang their final tune before the Criminologist took over and delivered the final bits of dialogue, which I mimicked to myself. "And crawling on the planet's face... some insects called the human race. Lost in time... and lost in space... and meaning." With that the room darkened, the credits rolled, and the last song played; a reprise of the opening. Wendy and I both sang along again, but nothing came of it this time.

As the song finished the projector turned off and the room lit up again for the performers. We all clapped for them as they bowed and said their goodbyes. I stood up and led the group back out into the foyer, throwing my empty peanut and gag bags away as I did. I once again hung back while the others socialized for a bit. Wendy chatted with the guy who played Rocky, smiling and running her hands over his toned body. By now I realized I'd been used, and was drowning my little sorrows in a little cup of soda I'd bought at the snack bar. As I threw the empty paper cup away, I felt a pair of feminine arms snake their way around my waste and grab my crotch full-on. In my surprise I practically leaped away, only to turn around and see the girl who had played Columbia giggling hysterically. My shock faded away instantly, replaced with amazement. This girl looked even more gorgeous up-close. I had sat near the middle of the theatre, so none of the actors had ever gotten close to us. She was short and thin, like the character, and about my age; maybe a year or two older. The black corset, garter belt, and stockings she'd worn for the Floor Show scene were still on her, and accentuated every curve of her sweet little body. She spoke, still in her high-pitched Columbia voice as she came right up to me. "Well hiyah big boy!" She wrapped her arms around my shoulders before saying "You're just my type!" As I stared at her bright blue eyes and her perky smile, I remembered that I was dressed like Eddie, Columbia's love interest. I felt her fishnetted leg rise up my side to hook around my waist as she pressed her crotch against mine, my dick hardening in response. I smiled and slid my arms down her sides and clamped my hands over her soft netted ass. "Hot patootie, bless my soul!" I said in my best Eddie voice. This gave us both a good laugh as we pulled ourselves off of each other and returned to our normal voices.

"So how did you like the show, handsome?" "It was excellent. You guys did a great job. And I've got to say, you look gorgeous." "Thanks! You a big "Rocky" fan?" "I've seen this show a couple times, but I haven't seen your group so I decided to put a costume together this time." "It looks great." I blushed a little at the complement as she once again closed in on me. "And it might just get you something extra. You come here with a date?" Wendy wasn't a date, but I still had to think about it a little before I answered. "Nope. Not a date." She got even closer this time, wrapping her arms around my shoulders again and whispering in my ear. "I'm horny as fuck after that show." She pressed herself gently against me again, feeling my erection as I felt her hard nipples through the outfit. "And I see you are, too. So what do ya say, 'Eddie?' It's Rocky Night. Wanna have some fun?" She looked up at me with a sly smile and closed her eyes as if to kiss me. I looked up, seeing Wendy still gushing over Rocky, and thought 'what the Hell.' I put my hands on her hips, closed my eyes, and moved in... But I couldn't do it. I remembered Tim had driven us here, and he was my only way back. Fuck. I sighed, disappointed, and pulled my hands off her petite form, as much as I didn't want to. "Sorry. I can't." I looked down, feeling like an ass as she pulled away. She patted me on the back and I looked up again. "Eh, it's okay. I saw you and that other girl messin' around the whole time anyway. I was just makin' sure." I sighed in relief internally. "We were just playing, nothing serious" I said, still a bit disappointed. "I wouldn't bet on it, handsome. Number one, you're a beefcake." I couldn't help but blush before she continued. I had put a bit of work into my body, but I wouldn't call myself a 'beefcake.' "Number two, like I said I saw you. Rocky Night or not, that girl wasn't playing. Trust me." I thought back to the fact that Wendy had ignored me for the last third of the show, but I didn't interrupt. "And number three..." She motioned over at Wendy and 'Rocky.' "...our Rocky's gay." Again surprised, I looked over at 'Rocky.' He was standing with one hip out. And his eyes kept looking over at 'Frank N. Furter.' "Wow" I said. "I know" she replied. "Half the troupe is female, so trust me: if he wasn't that thong wouldn't still be on." She smiled and I laughed.

We talked for a few minutes about the show, how long she'd been part of it, and our favorite parts. Soon I looked up and noticed Tim waving at me. Time to go. I looked over at her and said "Well, I've got to run. It's been nice talking. You guys put on a great show. And again, sorry about the whole..." She waved it off and smiled. "Hey, forget it. I got toys at home." We shared another laugh as I said "Bye" and walked toward the door. Suddenly I turned around and looked at her again. "Oh hey, I never got your name. Mine's..." She ran up and pressed her finger to my lips. "Maybe we can 'have some fun' next year. Huh, 'Eddie?'" She pulled her finger away and smiled slyly again. "Sure, 'Columbia.'" She winked and turned around, heading back toward the stage. I smiled and watched her ass as she left before turning around and heading back out to the truck.

We all sat in the same arrangement as before, with Wendy and I in the back and the other two girls between us and Tim. I was pepped up again by 'Columbia's' offer in my mind, and her perfume on my vest. The ride back was about the same as the ride there; me looking out the window while Wendy chatted to her friends. I wasn't mad anymore. Nothing had changed since we started this trip, so I hadn't really lost anything. She was still hot as Hell. I stole looks at her every now and then, still wary of Tim. Soon enough we arrived back at the house. Wendy and I stepped out, but the other girls needed rides so we all said our goodbyes for the night as Tim took off again. With a little spring still in my step, I walked over to my car. "Hey, do you still want to see my paintings?" I looked up at Wendy who stood at the door with her own keys out. As much as I really wanted to just go home and jack off, I didn't want to be rude. And I was still interested. So I followed her inside. Johnny's door was closed, and the whole house was quiet. I looked at my watch again. 1:37. Johnny was asleep by now, and I hadn't seen another car or bike in the driveway so the parents must have still been out. I took my shoes off and put them next to the door. I followed her to her room as she unlocked it and walked over to the bathroom, just opposite her door. "Go ahead and sit down. I'll be in in a minute." I walked into the green room and sat down on her soft red-sheeted bed next to her pillow. Her room looked a little smaller than Tim's. Her bed was against the wall on the left with her open closet on the right. Dresses hung on either side with a television sitting on a little shelf in the middle. There was a clothes hamper on the right side below the dresses, and her shoe/boot collection on the left. Her easel and art supply table stood against the wall opposite the door, with her dresser just next to the door. I hummed to myself to pass the time, thinking back to 'Columbia' and the things we could have done. I'd have to drive myself next year.

After a few minutes I heard the bathroom door open and saw Wendy walk in. My eyes almost bugged out of my head as she stood there, wearing nothing but her corset and holding everything else. I tore myself away from the tiny patch of rusty-red hair over her full pussy lips so I could look her in the eye. "But I thought you were just...!" She cut me off. "I didn't want to cum right there and then! It was way too early, and I don't think I could've kept my hands off of you if I had. Sorry about that." My confusion passed quickly with the happy realization that I was going to get laid tonight after all. Columbia who? She closed the door and walked over to her closet. As she bent down to put her boots away, I noticed her pussy was red and practically bulging. My cock was now as hard as steel, and I eagerly pulled my socks and vest off, followed by my shirt. I was about to undo my pants, but she cut me off again. "Don't take that off. Those pants are mine." I looked up and saw her looking back at me lustily, still bent over. Her eyes were firey slits and her deep red lips parted to reveal her white teeth. Her left hand was rubbing her pussy while she held herself up with her right against the TV shelf. "Come and get me" she whispered in a voice too sultry to be human.

I stood up and swaggered over to her, making sure to show off my raging hard-on. I rubbed it against her pussy through the fabric of my jeans before bending over her, using my right hand to hold me up and my left to help her out. I slid my hand across her corset and over her smooth stomach to join her hand in rubbing her. That little patch of hair was already wet, and her crotch was so warm and soft under my hand. I kissed my way up her exposed shoulders, over her tattoos, up her neck, and whispered into her ear. "Are you sure your brother won't hear?" She turned back to me and kissed me before replying. "Johnny sleeps like a log, and Tim won't be home for a while. I fixed him up with Maria so we could play." I smiled at the sheer deviousness of her setup. She had fixed the whole night just to fuck me. That only made me harder. "Besides, I fuck myself in here all the time and nobody hears me." If possible, that comment made me even harder.

I could feel her pussy getting warm and wet under my touch. I kissed my way back down her shoulders before kneeling down in front of her exposed snatch. I gave the clover tattoo on her ass a quick smack, drawing a restrained moan from her before I squeezed both cheeks. I brought my mouth to her pussy and licked away, letting my tongue run over every fold of her tight pink slit. Her moaning persisted, getting a little louder each time. She brought her hand down to stroke her clit again, and I pushed it away, replacing it with my own left hand. As my tongue entered her from behind, my thumb rubbed her soft little button while working its way into her front as well. She was so wet, it was like eating a fresh fruit. And it tasted even sweeter. I started tongue-fucking her now, going deeper in each time and licking her insides. Her breathing started to get ragged, throwing a short moan in whenever she could. This only made me speed up, licking and sucking up her juices as they dripped out. "Get this off" she said as she tried to pull her corset off. I stood up and used my teeth to put apart the knot at the top, using my right hand to open the laces while my left hand still humped her. By the time we got all the strings loosened, I was sliding two fingers in and out of her. She screamed with her new-found freedom, only making me finger her harder and faster. Soon her whole body was shaking and her cunt felt like a water balloon ready to burst. And after a few seconds it did. Her legs shook as her cum flowed like Niagara falls. I bent down to lap up and swallow all that I could, burying my face in her hot slick snatch to make her cum for as long as possible. Her scent was intoxicating, and her juices were even better.

After a minute or so she stopped cumming and her breathing slowed back down to normal. I licked the remainder of her love juice off my lips and stood up, laying against her just as before and kissing all the new exposed flesh between the laces of her corset. I again kissed my way up her back to her neck and lips. She stood up against me, rubbing my still-confined cock against her ass. "Wow" she said softly. "All that for me?" "Unless you've got Columbia under your bed, it's all for you, babe." She giggled as she wrapped her arms backward around my neck and kissed me deeply, plunging her tongue into my mouth. I returned the favor and wrapped my tongue around hers while my hands grabbed the sides of her loose corset and pulled it down past her hips to the floor, stroking her netted thighs as she stepped out of it. I ran my hands up her chest and squeezed her massive double-D tits, finally free of the corset. They were softer than I'd imagined. I squeezed and kneaded them slowly from every possible angle while she moaned into my mouth. I felt the soft, warm flesh between my fingers, squeezing and pinching her nipples every so often, eliciting another moan from deep inside her.

After a few minutes she broke our kiss and turned around, pushing me to sit back on the bed. She licked her way down my chest to my pants, and knelt down in front of me. She looked up at me deviously and undid my belt. "Let me see that big Frank N. Furter" she said. I lifted myself up as she pulled my pants and boxers off. Finally all seven inches of my rock-hard cock were free, standing up like the leaning tower of Piza. "Wow" she said again. "Nice." "Thank you" I replied. "Are you going to show me just how much you love 'salty nuts in big bags?'" "You bet" she whispered. She lifted my dick up with her left hand, licking all the way up my shaft, over my head, and back down. Thankfully I'd shaved for tonight. She lowered her mouth around it and licked it up and down, coating every inch in her saliva before using her left hand to jack me off slowly. I watched every move she made, leaning back on my arms and moaning every now and then. A blowjob was like nothing else in the world. We looked in each others' eyes as she jerked me off painfully slow. After a few minutes she spat into her hands and began running them both up and down my length, every now and then replacing her hands with deep red lips and sucking. "Oh, God..." I said louder than I'd wanted. As soon as I did, I felt her tongue on my balls and groaned. She sucked each one while continuing to jerk me off. I was losing control fast, and my head was going purple now trying to hold back. She slipped her hot tongue under my sack and slurped both my balls at once, making me groan yet again. It was all too much. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I said, again louder than I should have. Wendy immediately wrapped her lips around my head, slid my whole cock into her mouth, and started sucking like a Hoover vacuum. The warmth of her mouth surrounded me, and her skilled tongue lapped over every inch of me. That was the last straw. My balls tightened, my cock twitched, and all the warm blood pulsing through me made it feel like a volcano erupting. I felt myself go light-headed and fell back on to the bed. I held one hand to my head and the other to hers as my heartbeat pounded in my ears, coming harder than I ever had before. Her warm mouth surrounded me while her tongue lapped up all the cum, pushing it down her throat as it surged out of me.

After I finally stopped cumming, I pulled out of her mouth and watched her swallow. "That was incredible" I said between breaths. "But you didn't have to swallow." I usually didn't cum in a woman's mouth. It felt a bit demeaning to me. "It's alright" she said, smiling. "What else was I going to do with it?" She had a point. I didn't see any tissues or anything, and the trash can was all the way across the room. But I still felt bad. "Besides, you swallowed mine" she said, smiling as she moved up to lie next to me on the bed. "That's a good point" I admitted, wrapping my arm around her shoulders as she ran her hand up and down my chest. We just laid there, watching her ceiling fan go around for a while. I didn't want the moment to end; to stop feeling her warm, sweaty, naked body against my own. But it had to end. "I really have to use the bathroom" I said flatly. "Oh thank God, me too!" she replied quickly. We both chuckled a bit as she stood up. "I'll use the one in my parents' room." "Alright" I said as I slipped my boxers back on. She turned and puckered her lips for me as she dashed out the door. I followed her out and crossed into the bathroom, closing the door and letting the floodgates flow. Ah, so soothing. I looked down and realized I was still wearing my watch. I checked the time again. 2:40. Jeez, had time really gone by that fast? Everyone had to be on their way home by now. I took a few more minutes cleaning myself up in the bathroom before making my way into the hall again.

I opened Wendy's door to find her lying still nude under her covers. "There you are" she said with a smile. "Tim just called me. He said Mom and Dad called him, saying they were a little too buzzed. So they're staying over at a friend's house. And apparently Tim is staying over at Maria's." "So we have all night to ourselves" I said slyly. "And all morning" she continued, smirking. I sat down next to her and gave her a quick kiss. She reached under her bed, pulling the covers away a bit. She pulled out a flat rectangular case, opening it on the floor and sliding it around so I could see inside. "Here. Take a look." It was her portfolio. I pulled a few of the canvas-sized sheets out and began looking through them. The first was of a cloudy day looking down the street. The next was a self-portrait, followed by a trio of birds at a fountain. They were all rendered so clearly, especially in watercolor paint. "Wow" I breathed. "These are really good." "Thanks. Check my easel. I've been working on this one for a while." I stood up, walked to her easel, and flipped the current page over. It was an ensemble piece of the "Rocky Horror" cast. Frank N. Furter's smirking face covered the top right corner, with Riffraff and Magenta's arms in that 'elbow sex' position separating him from Brad and Janet's faces in the top left. In the bottom right corner stood the Criminologist with his globe and book. Opposite him was Eddie on his motorcycle with Columbia hugging him and Dr. Scott at his side. Between the two stood Rocky, biceps raised. Covering the whole bottom center of the painting stood a line-up of all the characters during the Floor Show. It looked beautiful. I just stood there gaping in amazement. I couldn't find the words to describe how epic it looked. I just turned to her and said "Speechless." "Thank you" she said. I took another minute to look it over while watching her reach for something else under her bed out of the corner of my eye.

I looked over as she pulled a rather large plastic paintbrush from under her bed and sat up against the wall, legs spread open. "Wanna see what else I can do with a paintbrush?" Another dubious smile crossed her face as I could do nothing but re-cover her painting and sit down on the bed. I tried to move up to her, but she held her hand up. "You just watch." She smirked and walked over to the small table behind her easel, coming back with a cup of water and sitting down again. She set the water next to the bed and dipped the coarse brush in it, making sure to let any extra water drain off. I could only watch as she brought the brush into her mouth, sucking on it just a little, before moving it down her shoulders and collarbone. She dipped the brush again, this time stroking it down and around the curve of her breasts, making sure to practically drench herself before moving the fibers over her areolas. She used her free hand to grope and squeeze the tit that wasn't being brushed. How I wished that hand could have been mine. She moaned against her fondling, even squeezing her breasts together a few times. After her tits were glossy and hard, she dipped the brush again, this time moving it down over her stomach, through her little patch of hair, and over her slit. She sighed, leaning her head back against the wall as the fibers ran over her pussy, which soon swelled and reddened yet again. She didn't bother dipping the brush again. She seemed to enjoy the rough feeling. She raked it up and down, getting it into every fold before turning the brush over and fucking herself with the handle. She didn't even seem to notice me anymore. She was lost in a world of self-produced ecstasy. Her fucking became harder, along with her breathing and my pole. She grabbed the brush by the fibers and ground it around and around, spreading her pussy wide open against the plastic handle. She turned it over and over, alternating the wide and thin edges against the inside of her vagina while squeezing and rubbing her tits.

Her moans and breathing grew louder and quicker. Her eyes were squeezed shut and teeth gritted in concentration. Soon I couldn't control myself. I ripped off my boxers and pounced on her like a wild animal. My ever-experienced left hand went straight for her snatch, tossing away the brush and replacing it with my middle and ring fingers, fucking her with them. I brought my right hand to her left tit and started squeezing it, harder than I had last time. I started licking and sucking her collarbone and neck, feeling the blood pumping through her. Then I brought my lips down to her right nipple, licking and sucking away. Even biting lightly a few times to bring a gasp between her moans. My strong dick rubbed against her smooth stomach, and I felt her right hand snake around it, lightly jerking me off just as before and cupping my balls every now and then. "Oh God..." she said through bated breath. Her erratic breathing mixed with her moans sounded like squealing, and her legs were shaking again. I shifted and moved my mouth to her left breast, rotating my left hand to her right breast and my right hand to her soaked clit. She practically screamed and I looked up to see her left hand pulling her hair. "Fucking Christ I'm CUMMING!" she said as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hooked her right leg around my waist. I moved up and kissed her on the lips, letting her warm breath beat against my shoulder. My right hand rubbed her into overdrive. She bit my shoulder and raked her fingers across my back as I felt her juices erupt out of her, soaking my hands and cock while her insides twitched and contracted around my fingers.

Her breathing slowed, but it just got louder as she pushed me hard back onto the bed and stood up. I swung my legs over the bed and sat up, staring up at her hot glistening body. She rubbed herself slowly and her eyes were dark fiery pits of lust. Her breathing was a dull roar now, and as fucking sexy as the situation was, I was again afraid somebody might hear us. But I still wanted to seem confident, so I spoke slyly."Are you sure you want to keep going? The neighbors might hear." She reached up and pulled the scrunchie out of her hair, letting it flow down over her shoulders and frame her face. It was so curly and bouncy, I wondered why she ever kept it tied up. She came up to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "If I scream too loud... tough!" She practically threw me back onto the bed, rubbing herself even as she lowered herself down my shaft. I couldn't hold back a moan as I finally experienced her pussy the way I was meant to. As wet as it was, it squeezed around me like a tight condom. Oh shit! I forced my eyes open and sat up, grabbing her hips. "I don't have a rubber." She just giggled between her breaths. "It's Rocky Night. I've been on the pill all month. Now fuck me!" I heard 'pill' and 'fuck me' and instinct took over. With my feet firmly planted on the ground and my hands on her hips, I started thrusting upward into her. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass only added to the symphony of lust."There you go..." she said softly. She began lowering herself down on me in-time with my thrusts, still rubbing her cunt with her right hand, and her tit with her left. I snaked my hands up her sides, passing by her heaving lungs and wrapped around her back, pulling her down to me. "Let me see those tits" I breathed, full of lust. She bent down and put her hands on my chest, running over my pecs and collarbone. My hands sprang up to once again grip her soft breasts, squeezing them together while teasing her nipples with my thumbs.

Her rhythm was failing. It sounded like she was finally getting tired. "Hold on" she gasped. She lifted herself off my aching shaft and turned me so I laid parallel on the bed. She climbed on it and pulled me up into a cross-legged sitting position. She sat on the bed on front of me and scooted forward, wrapping her legs around my back and again slamming herself down on my enduring tower. My hands once again shot up to her luscious tits, but her hands pulled mine out and under her arms before she threw her arms over my shoulders. Anchored against me, she lifted and dropped herself on my prick. I got the message after a few seconds and started thrusting forward and up into her. I helped lift her up and slam her down on me. Her moans and screams flowed over my ear and shoulder along with her warm breath. I felt almost like a vampire as I sucked, licked, and lightly bit her neck as I fucked her. After a minute or two she fell backwards to lie on her pillow. Her teeth were once again gritted like a sexy beast, and she wagged her finger, asking me to come. I pulled my legs out from under her ass and sat up on my knees. I grabbed her knees and pulled them from around my waist to my chest, letting her toes sit on my collar. I licked and sucked on a few of her red-painted toes before grabbing her hips again and thrusting. She put her hands up against the wall as I pushed hard into her. Her eyes again squeezed shut, and she bit her lip hard between her gritted teeth. Having her legs closed only squeezed my shaft more, making her seem even tighter. The sweat from her sexy smooth legs glued us together. I was trying not to go too fast and burn myself out. Every muscle in my body was already aching, but I was determined to make her cum again before I did.

I could feel her toes clenching and un-clenching over my collarbone in a fit of bliss. She looked so red, tired and hot all over. And there was a slapping sound whenever her pussy met my crotch, she was so wet. I suddenly felt her walls tighten a little around me and she lifted her chest into the air. "Oh Christ Kevin FUCK ME!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice was beginning to squeak again, and her contractions were becoming more and more prevalent. Finale time. I brought my hands up between her knees and pulled her legs apart fast and hard. She screamed at that, as I held her now-shaking legs practically flat on the bed and wider than a goal post. With her soaking cunt now totally exposed, I pushed myself into overdrive, slamming my cock as far in as it would go. I put my arms against the wall to keep my balance while I listened to her scream. Suddenly her legs snapped around my waist and squeezed me against her as she clamped down on my cock like a car-compacter. Her breathing shook along with the rest of her as she screamed one more time, squeezing her tits. The tight squeeze only took a few seconds to rip the orgasm out of me. I groaned louder than ever as my cum shot deep into her. I felt like my dick was going to blast off into her like a rocket down a vacuum tube. The lightheaded feeling returned, but my arms held me strong against the wall as our orgasm continued, seemingly forever as we pushed ourselves to the limit. Our juices mixed, and the feeling of tightness and slickness was indescribable.

All too soon, her legs stopped shaking and she fell down to the bed; her lust finally quenched. Her breathing was calming down now too. My dick was still hard, but it was softening. I pulled back out and rolled to my right to lie next to her. I was still breathing hard, but I didn't care. She dipped her fingers into her pussy and swirled them around before pulling them back out and sucking on them. After a few minutes of catching our breath, she turned to me and said "We should do this again sometime." She smiled and I smiled back, turning to her and running my hand gently along her side. "Well I did get an offer from 'Columbia' for next year..." She gaped at me in a funny/surprised way and pushed my shoulder. "You fucker!" I countered with "Is that supposed to be an insult?" We both laughed before she moved in and kissed me lightly on the lips. "It's a date" she said. "Is that what they mean by 'let's play it by year'?" She giggled and kissed me again before standing up. "Well, I have to take a shower." "Can I join you?" "As much as I'd love a little more fun, you should get going." I agreed. Nobody needed to find me still here. She helped me get dressed and sent me out the door after one more deep kiss. "Bye" she said sweetly. "Bye" I replied with a smile. She puckered her deep red lips at me one last time before closing the door.

As I walked down the hallway to Johnny's room, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He had to have heard her screaming. Hell, the whole neighborhood probably had. I opened his door and looked in, ready to apologize and bribe him into keeping the secret from Tim. But to my surprise, his bed was empty. Puzzled, I turned on the light. He was gone. I turned the light off again and headed for the living room. Maybe he was on the couch? I didn't find him, but I did find a note taped to the back of the headrest. "Josh came by just after everyone left. Spending the night at his place. Be back in the morning -Johnny" I thought back. We'd left at about 8:30. The little shit hadn't been here all night! A wave of sweet relief washed over me. I was in the clear. The next thing I felt was anger. We could have gone without restraint if we'd known! But thinking back, the danger did add a little extra fun to it all. With this added pleasure and the fuck-of-the-century I'd just experienced, I made my way back to my car while doing the 'Time Warp'...again. As I turned on the engine and made my way down the road back home, I could only think about what would happen next year with 'Columbia' along for the ride. I hoped she wouldn't mind. I smiled as I once again reminded myself: anything could happen on Rocky Night.