The MasqueRave - Chapter 8

Chapter 8:
Oh No… That Girl Was My…

Masquerave Alias: Carmelo | 23
Saturday, October 1st

The last time I made out with a girl for over an hour was back in ninth grade. It was the night that Tina Jimenez and I first kissed, back before I lost my virginity—back before getting to sex as soon as possible became the ultimate goal of enacting physical intimacy. There’s nothing like that very first kiss and Frenching for the first time. When it finally happens, your lips tingle like they’re gaining the ability to sense touch for the first time in your life, triggering a cascade of feel-good hormones to be released in your brain that makes your body buzz with an excitement that’s unparalleled to any pleasant sensation one has ever experienced before. It’s second only to two things that are tied in my opinion—the incredible feeling of a girl’s tongue wriggling against your shaft as she wraps her lips around your dick for the first time, and the glorious sensation of your bare cock sliding into a wet vagina that very first time.

That night of my first kiss with Tina, we made out under the stars on the trampoline in her backyard for damn near two hours. Since then, I’ve never kissed anyone for that long. Because sex either followed within minutes or we stopped after I realized that getting laid wouldn’t be an option.

But that record may very-well be broken tonight.

When I proposed to Faye that we just lay here on this couch for hours kissing and touching each other, I legit intended for us only go at it until my dick was ready to go again. But when I plumped back up against her belly 3-minutes after being the first guy to ever jizz in her, I didn’t hurry to slide it back into that insanely tight pussy of hers. As badly as I wanted to escalate to intercourse, I’m actually enjoying just holding her against me while my fingers caress their way down her back to her ass before briefly teasing her vagina and tracing my way back up. I’m loving the way it feels having her lightly sweep her fingers all over me. The way her breath keeps hitching every time she suddenly goes from caressing to squeezing my muscles tells me she’s on the verge of orgasming from my touch alone, and it drives me wild knowing I have that effect on this sweet little piece of perfection.

I’ve been telling myself that I’m waiting for her to initiate the next round of sex—I keep telling myself that I’m still recuperating from having her orgasm milk me of all the semen that I’ve been storing up for weeks. But truth be told, I’m oddly content. And I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the night like this with her.

I think it has to do with the way she’s kissing me. Faye’s lips quiver each time they press against mine, and then she sucks my lips with this fervent desperation like each peck is her kissing me goodbye for the last time—like I’m the love of her life who’s about to undergo a risky surgery. Following each lingering smooch, her mouth parts when mine does, and then she licks my tongue with the sensual hunger and passionate excitement of someone who’s never made out before and has just discovered a new sensation. I’ve sucked face with dozens of chicks, and I’ve made out countless times with two different women who were just as much in love with me as I was with them, but no one has ever kissed me the way Faye has been this last hour.

It’s not just the way she sucks face with me either, there’s also something about the way her hands explore my body. There’s something about how she rubs her legs up and down along mine before they wrap around me. Her tiny, slender fingers keep kneading into me and clawing me lightly. Her hands, arms, and legs randomly squeeze against my body like I might disintegrate if she stops or lets go for even a second. And the moment she started doing that to me, I began doing the same thing to her too. I hold her tight and as close to my body as I can while massaging her lovingly, but I skip the part where I wrap my legs around her because that’d just be weird. No girl has ever caressed and held me like this. No girl has ever used touch to convey how badly they didn’t want to let me go or how much they were enjoying being together. And I’ve never tried so hard to convey that the feeling is mutual through touch alone.

I don’t know what it is about Faye, but cuddling and making out with her like this for the last hour or so has me feeling like I’m 14 again and finally experiencing what it’s like to kiss and touch a girl for the first time. Maybe it’s because she barely just turned 18 and she’s got this adorable innocence to her. Maybe it’s because she essentially hasn’t had sex since her first-time was only, like, one-and-a-half strokes long and I’m technically the first person to claim her—to sexually awaken her. Whatever it is, she’s the first girl in nearly nine years that I actually want to make out with until my face is numb and my jaw is sore, even if that means the first time that we made love would be our last.

This girl has me so dizzy with passion—she has me buzzing with so much intense emotion that I’m strongly considering breaking the cardinal MasqueRave rule and asking if I can have her number at the end of the night, I think as she grinds her bare pussy against my dick at the same time our tongues slither lovingly all over one another’s.

As our lips part for the first time in damn near half an hour, her half-open, lust-filled eyes stare into mine, and then she smiles sinfully. Faye doesn’t say anything though. Instead, she plants her tiny palm against my chest and then coaxes me to maneuver onto my back while she works to straddle me. With her wet pussy pressed firmly against my cock, she grinds hard into me once and then leans forward, mashing her mouth against mine with desperation. The passionate Frenching that follows lasts a little over a minute, and then she suddenly pulls away and begins kissing my chest. Just like I did to her earlier, she pecks her way down my abs to my waist. An inch from my dick, she glances up at me in a way she hasn’t all night—giving me this crazy seductive look while she curls her fingers around my boner.

“Ughhh,” I groan through gritted teeth as she slowly jerks me off. Three strokes later, Faye brings her mouth down toward my dick while holding my gaze. The look in her eyes right now is enough to make me nut. And a quick flick of her tongue against my crown is enough to make my cock throb—enough to make my body spasm like I’ve just been sprayed with ice-cold water. “Ohh-urrghhh.”

Giggling, she continues her sweet torture by licking the head of my cock like a lollipop, slobbering all over my knob for nearly a minute. Instead of wrapping her lips around my tip like I expect, Faye lowers her head and licks all over my ball sac. A few seconds later, she drags her tongue up the middle of my scrotum then slowly and sensually licks her way up my shaft like my penis is a cherry popsicle that she’s trying to keep from dripping on a white carpet. When she reaches the bead of precum oozing out of my tip, her mouth parts like she’s about to say something only for her to smile naughtily at me. A second later, she lowers her head while still holding my gaze, and then she engulfs my tip before delicately wrapping her lips around my shaft. The moment she begins bobbing her head up and down, my body shudders. Her tongue feels so amazing slithering all over the underside of my shaft that my eyelids flutter. They’re fluttering because I’m resisting the urge to clamp them shut from the sweet agony. It takes everything in me not to close my eyes because I don’t want to stop staring into her eyes. Not even for a second.

Despite the lewd sex act that she’s performing on me, the look in her eyes is still somehow incredibly innocent—more innocent than it is seductive—and having her stare at me like this has me on the verge of nutting sooner than intended again. “Faye…” I croak in a strained voice. “If you don’t want a mouthful—Urrgh…” I groan as she takes me deeper than she has thus far, her throat making a delicious glurp noise as she winces. “Now’s the time to stop…”

With her lips still wrapped tightly around my boner, the insanely cute brunette smiles while slowly lifting her head. The moment my cock leaves her mouth with a pop, she giggles and crawls forward in the most seductive way possible. Her lips mash into mine at the same time her fingers curl around my cock, and my abs twitch as she drags my tip back and forth along her wet slit.

“Ah-ahh,” we both moan in harmony the moment my dick slips back into her tight opening.

I buck up into her while she’s grinding down onto me, her slick, snug cavity swallowing me deep and fast. As my hands grip her narrow waist, her hands squeeze my shoulders.

“Ah-mmm,” she whimpers when I bottom out, her fingers digging into my flesh while her vaginal walls spasm around my length like a dick-milking machine.

After taking a second to gather herself, she beings riding me with slow, shallow bounces, and her mouth remains agape the entire time. While I can tell from the way she sucked my dick that she had some experience giving head, it’s clear by the uncertainty in her eyes and the way she keeps trying out different ways to work her hips each time she grinds down onto me that this is her first-time riding cowgirl. Novice or not, she’s doing a stellar job, and it’s taking every ounce of will and self-control not to finish as quickly as last time. It’s hard to keep it together when her pussy is the tightest, best-feeling one I’ve ever had the honor of being inside of—a sheath of flesh that feels like it was made just for me. And damn is she slicker than a dick-sized hole in a tub of butter. I’d say she’s only this lubed up because that tight little love muscle of hers barely leaked my last load, but she’s just as sopping wet as she was when I first slid into her on the dancefloor.

For almost an entire song, Faye keeps things slow and shallow while we kiss. Every so often, I buck up into her with a sharp pump, a move that makes her moan into my mouth and causes her pussy to clench around my cock like a vise. One quick thrust is all I can manage though, and then I have to pull out at a snail’s pace, otherwise, I’d splooge.

“Uhh-uhhh…” she moans against my lips as I surprise her with another abrupt pump, her vaginal walls fluttering around my length as though it’s trying to beckon my release. Out of nowhere, she starts riding me faster as though I’ve just prodded her to the brink of orgasm. “OHHH-WAHHH!” she cries as her coochie rhythmically contracts around me, massaging my erection to the edge of release while also sucking me deeper into her.

“GRAAHHH!” I groan through clenched teeth as I fight against the urge to finish.

Only through intense monk-like focus and intermittently imagining cheetahs brutally killing gazelles do I manage to last through three songs and two more of her milking-machine orgasms. That’s more impressive than it sounds considering how fucking incredible it feels to have her cumming around me. But as her second orgasm wanes, I reach my limit.

“Faye…” I groan into her slightly gaped mouth just as her tongue is flicking the tip of mine.

As my ass is clenching and my body is tensing, she hastily rises off me, scrambles backward, and then she urgently wraps her lips around my cock, looking up at me with those sweet and innocent eyes that I adore—eyes that drive me wilder than seeing her naked does. The second her tongue wriggles against the underside of my shaft, I growl and buck up into her face—a move that makes her throat go ‘GLURK’ and forces her to lift her head a little.

“RAAAGHHHH!” I roar as my erection pulsates and unloads in her mouth. Right when the first ejaculation comes to an end, I cup the side of her head and begin tenderly rubbing her scalp the way I’ve only done to girlfriends who’ve blown me.

Faye winces while sort of smiling. “Mmm-hmm-hmm-mm!” she moans and giggles while sucking me off with shallow bobs.

My core spasms with each ejaculation until I’m spent, and then my abdominal twitching resumes when she surprises me by licking all over my crown. “Oh, Faye… You’re fucking amazing, sweetheart… That was… beyond incredible,” I say breathlessly.

“Mm-hm! Didn’t expect you to cum so much again!” she mumbles with a smile. As if she knows it’s a turn-on for me, she opens her mouth to show me the surprising volume of semen pooled on her curled tongue—showing me the milky goo that’s glinting in the red neon light. The second that cum starts dribbling down the corner of her mouth, she giggles, slurps, and then snaps her lips together. Squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head, Faye swallows loud enough for me to hear her gulp over the music thumping below while swiping away the jizz from her chin with her thumb. Then, as her eyes open, she sticks her glistening thumb in her mouth and sucks it clean while holding my gaze.

I can’t help but grin. “You didn’t have to swallow it if you didn’t wanna,” I say, chuckling weakly as I tenderly cup the side of her face.

“I wanted to,” she says somewhat quietly, leaning in with puckered lips only to stop inches away. “Wait… You’re not gonna kiss me anymore now that your jizz was in my mouth, are—”

I press my mouth against her and kiss her passionately. “Normally I wouldn’t,” I growl against her mouth, pecking her lips again after. “But I’d rather take every chance I can get to kiss you tonight.”

“Awww,” she hums into my mouth, kissing me deeply after, her tongue coating mine with the briny bitterness of my load. “As much as I don’t want us to leave this balcony, I really, really need some water, Carmelo.”

“Me too, actually,” I groan, sitting up and looking for my clothes.

Faye pulls up her skirt. “Um… before we come back up here, would you mind if we do a quick search for Lola while we’re downstairs? I wanna make sure she’s okay.”

I flash her a warm smile. “Of course I don’t mind!”

“You’re the best!” she chirps, giving me a quick peck on my cheek.

I cup the side of her face before she pulls away, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “No, you’re the best, Faye,” I say, planting a long kiss on her lips. “And I’m so very happy that I saw you outside… I’m happy that I got to meet you tonight.” I kiss her again.

She giggles while smooching me back. “I’m glad I met you too, Carmelo!”

When we part, we lean away, smiling at each other and gazing deeply into each other’s eyes for several seconds. And as I turn to look for my pants, I feel something lumpy under my ass, prompting me to reach down and pull it from underneath me. “Found your corset!” I say, holding it up between us. “Here, let me help you get this back on.”

Once she and I are dressed, I take her hand, interlacing my fingers with hers before I even reach for the doorhandle.

“Carmelo?” Faye says as we step into the air-condition-cooled, purple neon hallway.

I turn to her with a smile. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

During our stroll down the hall, she just stares up at me with this nervous expression, her eyes darting back and forth between mine.

“What is it, Faye? Don’t get all shy on me now!” I chuckle.

She smiles, and then her expression turns into a slight wince. “I don’t know what the MasqueRave rules are about exchanging contact info, and I don’t wanna sound all clingy or obsessed or anything but… I really like you, and I think we connect too well to just leave here tonight and never talk again… So… can I maybe give you my number?” When I open my mouth to speak, she keeps rambling a mile a minute. “I don’t expect us to date or get personal or anything… I’d just like to keep in touch… You know? Maybe text and stuff until it’s time to meet up at the next MasqueRave or something.”

I chuckle. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

Smiling shyly, she squeezes my hand and then swats my chest. “Shut up! I knew asking you that was a dumb idea.” She averts her gaze.

“No, it wasn’t!” I caress her hand with my thumb. “I’m glad you asked that because I was debating asking you the same thing.”

Faye’s head snaps toward me and she stares up at me with wide, hopeful eyes. “Yeah?!” she chirps.

I nod. “Oh yeah! Even though I don’t know you per se, my gut tells me that you’re too special to just make love to and never see again.”

“Aww!” she coos, grinning so hard that her nose crinkles. “I guess since we don’t have our phones, we gotta find a marker or something so I can write my number on your arm like we’re in the 90’s, huh?” She giggles.

“I guess so!” I chuckle. “Shouldn’t be too hard to find a marker though…” I raise the hand that’s holding hers and then I point to the silver smart band on my wrist. “I can get into Jace’s office with this.”

“See? That’s way more useful than using it for unlimited escort appointments!”

I bump my shoulder into her and shake my head as I get lost in her eyes. Damn… I hate that she makes me feel like this… Meeting a girl I actually wouldn’t mind dating isn’t why I come to MasqueRave.

Jace’s office is the first door on the right in the hall between his room and the grand staircase. Since he hates having anyone he doesn’t know in there, I ask Faye to wait outside. Just in case the king of the castle checks his security cameras at some point. As soon as I walk in, I spot the pen cup on his desk. There are a few black Sharpies in there, so I grab one and race back to the door like I’m scared Faye might run off if I linger in this office for too long. Actually, that’s exactly why I’m moving so fast.

“Marker acquired,” I say, handing her the Sharpie as I pull in the door behind me.

“No paper?” she asks, pulling off the cap.

“You said you wanted to write your number on my skin 90s-style, right?” I hold out my arm to her.

Smirking, she shakes her head. “Men…” Faye mutters, carefully writing the number four on the inside of my wrist while the noxious chemical odor of marker wafts up into my nose. “You ask for one thing, they get tunnel vision, and they don’t think to grab complimentary items.”

That’s not true at all. I did think about grabbing the sticky notes by the pen cup, but I chose not to because then you’d ask for my number and I didn’t wanna give you that in case I sobered up and changed my mind about keeping in touch after tonight.

I snicker, watching as she writes a zero and a seven after the four. “Ah… a 4-0-7 area code, huh? You’re from Orlando too?”

“Uh oh… Too? Sounds like you and I just gave up some pretty personal info, mister… If we’re not careful, we’ll end up learning each other’s identities before the night’s over…” She glances up at me with a smirk before looking back down and writing the rest of her digits across my forearm.

“That’s all I’m saying about me for the rest of the night. When I text you tomorrow morning, however, who knows… Maybe I’ll tell you my first name.”

“I’ll send you nudes if you give me a last name too,” she says, giving me a wink.

As expected, things downstairs are wilder than we left them over an hour ago. In typical MasqueRave fashion, everyone at the 11:00 hour is wearing less, glistening with sweat like they’ve all just walked out of a sauna, and most people are stumbling through the halls looking completely sloshed and out of it.

In the time it takes for Faye to down two bottles of water at a moderate pace, we manage to do two laps through the mansion’s ground-level without coming across her friend Lola.

“Don’t worry, she’s probably having some fun in one of the rooms!” I shout to the girl whose hand I’m still holding as we pass under the speaker over the spa-side bar.

“Yeah, probably!” she shouts back, looking over her shoulder at the restroom that I escorted her to earlier. “Hey, I gotta tinkle! Wanna come with me?” She smiles sinfully.

I shake my head as we walk toward the bathroom, looking down at the number she wrote on my arm. “You know what? Just in case MasqueRave staff sees your number on my arm and asks me to wipe it off, I think I’m gonna head out to the foyer now and put your number in my phone,” I say.

She grins. “You must really like me a lot if you’re scared of losing my number, huh?”

I grin back. “Maybe I do…” I kiss her deeply. “Meet me at the base of the grand staircase when you’re done, okay?”

“I can just come with you! There’s no line for the bathroom if you wanna wait here for a sec.”

I shake my head. “Bouncers tend to bug you when they see a guy and girl go out to the locker area together and start pulling out phones. I don’t feel like dealing with that.”

She nods eagerly. “Oh! Alright then. See you in a bit!” Faye then twirls around in the blink of an eye then races into the bathroom.

It’s so damn crowded in the hall and at the base of the grand staircase that it takes me twice as long as it should to make it over to the velvet rope. The bouncer doesn’t pay me any mind as I enter the foyer, he’s too busy watching the three people using their phones near the wall of lockers opposite where I’m going, making sure that they’re not taking any pictures.

My locker pops open with a swipe of my wristband, and then I grab my phone, positioning my pointer finger on the fingerprint scanner as I lift it to my face. There are several unread text messages, a missed call from one of my EPIK frat bros, and a bunch of social media notifications. I don’t pay those any mind. My only objective is to get Faye’s number saved ASAP.

With my back turned to the bouncer, I subtly look down at where she wrote her number on my wrist and take my time punching the digits into the keypad to make sure I don’t fuck up. Upon entering the seventh digit, my eyes wander up to the contact above the keypad that matches the number exactly.

Momo.

The moment I see her name, my eyes widen and my stomach sours as it twists into a knot. My heart starts beating so fast that I instantly feel dizzy.

“No…” I almost shout, looking back at my forearm to make sure I didn’t input the wrong digits. I hold the phone right beneath the string of numbers and compare them one digit at a time—I check each digit three times before moving on to the next. Unfortunately, no matter how many times I compare them, they match. And she wrote the numbers so neatly and clearly that there’s no way I’m misreading them. “Oh no… That girl was my…” My words trail off as another wave of nausea hits me from the realization of who it was that I fucked—who I just fucked twice and let blow me.

Thinking about how it was Monica that I just came in—knowing that it was her of all girls who just sucked me off and swallowed my jizz—suddenly has me all lightheaded and short of breath.

Shaking my head frantically, I gulp hard to keep from puking. No… Nooo… There’s just no way… Faye had to have given me the wrong number… That’s gotta be it because, if that was Momo, I would’ve recognized her… She would’ve recognized me!

The doubt hits me hard and fast like a sucker punch to the gut.

But would I have recognized her? I haven’t exactly been back home since freshman year of college, so it’s been almost five years since I’ve seen her in person… With the makeup and the mask and the fact that she likely dyed her hair, how could I tell? Especially with how dark and loud it is in here… Also, she was, like, thirteen the last time we saw each other, so she probably matured and changed a lot since then.

I picture her nude body in the glow of that neon light—those perky little tits… That juicy ass… Her glistening, hairless vagina…

Oh god, I think, shaking my head as my cock swells despite my revulsion. When it feels like I’m about to puke, I slap a hand over my mouth. Oh yeah, I think when I feel my beard against my palm. I grew out my hair and my beard for this event, so she probably wouldn’t have been able to recognize me either, not with the mask… It’s not like I have any pictures of me on social media like this.

“No… This can’t be happening,” I mutter to myself.

No… Nope. Between the algorithm that the MasqueRave site uses to flag situations like this before they become a problem and the team Jace has double-checking applicants, there’s no way she’d even get on the list! I shake my rapidly head like a crazy person. Faye isn’t my Momo… There’s just no way… Their eyes are completely different… I imagine Monica’s light-green irises with those rings of amber encompassing her pupils—rare-colored eyes with even rarer heterochromia that I could never not recognize. Now I picture Faye’s innocent hazel eyes. She’s probably wearing contacts… Shit… Maybe she got on the list because she used someone else’s profile or something… Oh fuck…

As I return the phone to my locker, a panic attack strikes, and it feels like I’m about to blackout. Right after slamming the locker shut, I bury my face in my palm while planting my other hand against the wall to keep myself from toppling over.

“Sir, are you okay?” the bouncer asks a few moments later.

I lift my head and nod. “I’m fine!” I croak, my voice cracking like a prepubescent teen’s.

No… I’m not fine, sir! I inhale deeply and exhale slowly, but it does nothing to combat the way I’m hyperventilating. I’m far from fine! I won’t be fine until Faye tells me that the number she wrote down is wrong. With my head spinning, I march toward the velvet rope, powerwalking as fast as my wobbly legs can take me. I won’t be fine ever again if Faye turns out to be little Momo…