“What’re you—omigod—ohhhh…” The girl’s eyes unfocused, and she turned her attention back to her partner. Contact pheromones in my saliva? Emma wondered. The boy didn’t need much encouragement either, and they were already deep into each other as their waists passed her lips. As she swallowed, pulling them deeper, her throat muscles squeezed them together even more tightly.

Emma reached up to their shoulders and pushed them further down into her. She was licking their backs, then their necks, then their heads, then her lips closed over them and another swallow and they were gone. She began to feel the special ecstasy that their activity inside her produced in her—and the urge to find someone else to share it with. She slipped back into the party to find an eligible boy.

—

A few minutes later, Emma lay alone in the bed after the boy had pleased her first with a small part of his body, and then with the entire thing. At she’d been able to take her time with this one.

“Three down…half a party to go.”