TWO-TIME LOSER First I heard their giggling out in the hall. They were in fine form all right. Giggling, keys falling, giggling, keys scraping at the lock, keys falling again, more giggling. Goofs, I said aloud, and raised the whiskey glass to my lips. I was trying to act nonchalant, not even looking up from my book when I heard the lock click open beyond my bedroom door, but to tell you the truth, I was feeling pretty nervous as the time drew near. Maybe she wouldn't carry this through, but I swallowed the whiskey down anyway. Outside my door, the hall light clicked on, followed by the obligatory oohs and ahhs as they stepped into our new apartment. From their cooing and complimenting over the apartment, I tried to discern how many of them there were, but when Kim led them away on their tour, I really had no idea. They passed back by on their way to the living room, and a light tapping came from the door. I hurriedly looked down to my book. The door opened slowly. "You're not sleeping, are you?" Kim asked quietly. Her tone was gentle, and I thought for a moment I was off the hook. I finally looked up. "Just studying," and I half-stretched and half-yawned. "How was your evening?" But she ignored my question. "Good," she breathed to herself with a wicked arch of her eyebrow. "You've got some work to do." She stared, smiling triumphantly. I struggled to maintain eye contact while she pressed me. "Whenever you're ready," she said softly, and began to close the door, "Stud." Bitch. There was no better than her when it came to rubbing it in. "Fair's fair, and you lost the bet, smart guy" is all she says. I should have known she wouldn't let this thing drop. She was really enjoying this. And the way she talked to me just now, in that breathy, shameful voice, like we were about to do something secret, something sinful and nasty. It was the same tone I heard after we had anal sex the first time, when I awoke with her body languorously curled against mine, and she kept whispering, "Do you know what you did to me last night? Do you know what you did?" Well, she always did say one of her fantasies was to cut a hole in one of the walls and put my dick through it, so that all of her girlfriends could walk right up and use her "Sugar Lamb" whenever they were horny. But I was certain that she was using her erotic tone just to jab the knife deeper, and to make me feel even more awkward. Like I said, no beating her on that stuff. I quaffed the rest of my drink and sat up on the bed, pulling my hair back from my face. That crazy bitch was really making me do this. She's out there right now, waiting with her friends to skewer me and make me look like a fool in front of everyone. My drink burned in my gut, and I thought, 'All right, she'll have her way. I'll give her exactly what she wants--and more.' Decided upon a pre-emptive strike, I leapt to my feet at the side of the bed. My head spun when I straightened, however, and I foundered against the wall for my balance. It was the booze. I waited to gather my bearings, undaunted and determined to dive right in while my temper was hot. Before I lost my nerve, that is. I walked to my dresser, and opened my junk drawer at the bottom. I rummaged about, and pulled out the black mask that I had worn to a party a few weeks earlier. I slipped it on. It covered only around my eyes and my nose--hardly a disguise--but it gave me a shield to operate behind, from which I could be bold. Which gave me another idea. I opened another drawer, and fished out a matching pair of skimpy bikini shorts, one of the many goofy items of underwear that had found its way into my dresser since I'd been living with Kim. We'll see how well she likes them on me now, I chortled to myself as I pulled my jeans off and changed into the briefs. I was now in my makeshift uniform, and I laughed at myself in the mirror and hoped this would steal some of the thunder that I knew they would heap upon me. I quickly stepped into my pants, masked and ready to go, and strode for the door. I threw the door open and marched directly across the room, through the gaggle of girls, momentarily silent, to the stereo, where I replaced their music with a disco CD. I did not avert my gaze when I traversed the room, but I could see that Kim had brought only three friends, Eileen, Karen and Shawna, and I could feel them gawking at my back as I snapped the player into operation. Eileen was actually my friend, whom I introduced to Kim, and she chirped a tentative hello to me while I stood there, but I did not answer. I was in character. The other two were dingbats, Karen and Shawna, who were party buddies of Kim's, cute but unable to sustain any semblance of conversation. I overheard them giggling with Kim under their breath, and as I whipped around to face them, they struggled to maintain composure as I looked directly in their direction. Then I closed my eyes, letting myself drift away for a long moment, and then the music blared on. The drumbeat was loud and incessant, and after a few counts, I sprang into action. I leaped into the middle of the room, eyes closed, launching myself into a frenzied twirl and then a shameless dance with the pulsing rhythm. The whooping and cat-calls began immediately, and I wanted to laugh with them, but I struggled to maintain my gameface, even as I brazenly paraded and parodied that art form most ridiculous to my heart, "dirty dancing." I writhed and thrusted my pelvis, shimmied my shoulders, and felt up every plane and orifice of my body over and over, even running out of ideas and moves as the "Macho Man" extended mix stretched on, and yet my drunken audience tirelessly cried out in their enthusiasm. Now dripping from my brow and nose, I tugged my sweat-stained tee-shirt up to my chest, exposing my tummy before I turned from the ladies, shook my ass and ripped the shirt from my shoulders. With it I wiped my face and torso, then emphatically ground my crouch into it a few times before I tossed the shirt over my back to the hooting women. I next spun immediately around and, directly eyeing Shawna through my mask, I opened the fly of my jeans, button by button, moving nearer to her with each one. Again, the greatest difficulty I had was keeping a straight face, as she actually drew away to Karen's arms in embarassment-- laughing as she did it--while my own inhibitions were nowhere in sight, whether due to merriment or whiskey, I don't know. My jeans then undone, with each step towards the onlookers I tugged the pants further down my legs, past my knees, at which point I stepped out of them. My guests inched away as I approached, wide-eyed and shrieking in surprise as I sauntered after them in only the skimpy bikinis, loudest of them all being Kim, standing directly behind me. "Watch out, girls," she warned playfully above the din. "He never knows when to stop." I shot a glance back at her and hopped on the coffee table. I saw she already had a dollar bill in her hand ready to stuff in my drawers, and as she made her move, I pushed her hand away and ran my finger along the inside of the elastic circling my gyrating hips. The girls, who had plopped back down on the couch in surprise and shock at my leap upon the coffee table, cried in hoarse amazement below me, half teasing me and half daring me. Their eyes darted from my barely hidden private parts to my girlfriend somewhere behind me. When the waistband cleared one and then the other hip, and when I tugged the remainder down, letting them fall to my ankles, they hid their faces in nervous laughter, but continued to peek out from pillows and hands as I reached down for the bikinis and placed them in Kim's hand. You could have driven a truck into her mouth. I couldn't resist the temptation to step "out of character" a bit and rub it in, so I shrugged my shoulders and arched my brows at her. Hey, whatcha gonna do? Even I was surprised, however, when I saw my cock afterwards. Despite the belts of whiskey and my sarcastic mood, my dick hung full, semi-erect and rising between my legs. I couldn't dance as frenetically any more, I decided, because that might not be so comfortable on the parts, and nothing can be more awkward and ridiculous-looking than a naked man with an erect cock flopping around with a mind of its own. The tide of humiliation could certainly turn in my direction, I thought, so I weighed my options, and my bravery, as I tried to project how this would end satisfactorily. I closed my eyes, desperately thinking, and moved my hands to my hips (just because I could think of nothing else to do with them), pumping my pelvis forward slowly, when suddenly I felt my prick slap the side of my wrist. Oh my god, I thought, and I knew the decision was made for me. I had originally planned to go all the way with my revenge, but was unsure as to whether I actually would. But now, with my cock so completely erect, so fully exposed, I figured that to finish it would be one way to complete the deed and save face, so to speak. I opened my eyes and looked down at my cock, swaying and stiff, the purple head swollen to its full size, my shaft furiously reddened and veined. I ran my hands along the thick hair of my inner thighs, and up to grab my proud hard-on by its base, stroking outward with both hands simultaneously, my hips in tow thrusting slowly forward. My surprised audience had hushed considerably, with Karen and Shawna offering only token encouragements, careful not to offend Kim, but more afraid still of awkward silence. Nevertheless, all were staring attentively. As my stroking began to intensify, Eileen stood up and announced, "I'm really not interested in seeing this," and was about to leave, when I said to her firmly, "Stay, Eileen. I want you to see this." I was surprised at the authoritative tone of my voice, and even more surprised when Eileen stood thinking with her arms crossed for a few moments, and then sat back down. She knew there were politics afoot; I would certainly have to do some explaining to her later. But it was also true that she and I had come close to acting upon our attraction to each other more than once in the past. I felt a hand rubbing my bare ass. "Yes, stick around, Eileen," said Kim with faltering confidence, "and let's see what my Stud Puppy comes up with." It was the best she could think of to keep her stick in the fire, and was wholly unconvincing. I stroked myself harder. Even though Eileen remained to watch me, I could not look at her directly. But Shawna and Karen I stared at lasciviously, the way they beheld my gaze and my cock-play in their wide eyes, unblinking and more openly lusty than before. I looked from Shawna's clear green eyes, to my hand sliding from the moistened end of my arched erection, my other hand tickling the ends of my balls, as I thrusted my chest out and looked at her again with the end of each stroke. Likewise, as I glanced to Karen, my breathing visibly heavy, I waited for her to divert her dark eyes to my cock, shifting my free hand up and grasping my rod tightly by its base, pointing it upward for the final stretch. While holding my cock still, I jacked aggressively and roughly with the other hand, picking up my pace. I threw my head back as I felt the women's eyes upon me, standing above them, frigging on my rock-hard cock. I almost couldn't believe it, that I was going to cum in front of a roomful of women. And I was liking it. I let go of a couple of good moans and grunts, because now the show was as important to me as the orgasm. They were one. I was rushing toward the end of both, vigorously working on my tool. I sped up and tightened my grip, pulling with as much friction as I could. My body writhed. It would only be moments. I looked down to Kim. "Where do you want me to do it?" She forgot how to speak. "Ah, ah..." her head jerked about the room, then she pointed. "Lie on the chair." I stepped down from the table and plopped down on the leather recliner, my legs spread, not missing a beat. I thought about what a lewd showing this position afforded my watchers directly across from me, my balls hanging down, probably with a good view of my asshole. I was too close to cumming to make much of it, though, and this escapade had gone on long enough. I glanced once more at my audience, edgey in anticipation (for various reasons). Then I closed my eyes, and felt my load almost immediately rise through my dick, filling my shaft and rising to escape me, and spitting out of my sensitive cockhead, my hand jerking my juice out for all it was worth. The first wad warmed the crook in my chest, the second spurt flew clear to my chin and dripped off as I worked furiously on increasing the sperm-puddle which filled my navel and caked more and more of the hairs which covered my stomach and ran down to my prick. I lay there with my eyes shut, breathing. In a few seconds, I looked around. Kim and Eileen were not in the room. "Wow," said Shawna, as Karen hurriedly make herself busy by darting into the kitchen. I returned Shawna's compliment with a wink and a click of the side of my lips, as I made my way to the bedroom. In the hallway, Kim and I met, cum dripping down my torso to my legs. She handed me the towel she carried, looked down and walked past without a word. I went to the bedroom, closed the door and wiped myself down, then plunged into a deep sleep. I know she didn't go home with any of the girls last night, because she'd be too embarrassed. She's probably out on the couch, I thought as I rolled over and fell back to sleep.