At nineteen and within two weeks of high school graduation, David was a virgin. If truth be told, he'd never seen---let alone touched---a real live, bare female breast. He'd gotten his hand just above the knee with a girl he had dated for a few weeks but she had arrested his progress by slamming her knees together and slapping his hand.
He'd never gotten a blow job, hand job or any other kind of "job." He'd never had a girl touch his cock even through his jeans. The only things that kept him from going crazy were jerking off and the realization from locker room chats that he was not alone. At least he wasn't weird; misery loves company.
He was walking home from the local teen hangout in the small country town. He only lived a few blocks away. It was Friday night and the tiny main street was jammed with the parked cars of his high school classmates. He probably would have had to park so far away that it would have been a longer walk than from his home.
Walking a few yards behind him were the Lester sisters, Gayle and Terry. He'd never dated either of them. Terry was actually older than he was by a few weeks and in the same senior class. Gayle was a junior and had just turned eighteen.
David would be going off to college in the fall; no one seriously expected Gayle and Terry to do so. They'd graduate from high school, take a job at the local mill, probably marry some local loser who beat them up and have too many babies. They weren't unattractive; they wore their jeans a little too tight and often acted slutty or adopted a bad girl persona. He had gotten to know Terry a little bit during the senior play. As high school social circles go, David and the Lester sisters were not in the same clique.
He and his friends had certainly talked about them; the assumption was that they probably "put out" but, high school social status being what it was, none in his circle wanted to be "seen" on a date with one of the Lester girls. Their mother was a bit of a hag and too many nights anchored a prominent bar stool at the local hotel bar. Their father worked at the local abattoir, a nice word for slaughter house. He worked a late shift and would generally join his wife at the bar when he got off. They'd get drunk and have a public argument. There was no nice way of saying it: even in this poor, isolated farming community with few white collar employment opportunities, the Lesters were trash.
"David! Wait up!" Terry intoned. Terry had overlapped social circles a tiny bit thanks to her involvement in the senior play. David slowed, and then stopped. Their house was in the same direction as his albeit on the other side of the tracks. No one would think anything if they were seen walking together---the three of them.
Possibly it was the frustration of being a nineteen year old virgin or the fact that he hadn't jerked off yet that Friday. The two girls looked kind of cute; they both had that same nasty grin. If one didn't know better, one would have thought they were twins although their body styles were dissimilar. He felt his cock stir in his jeans. What the hell.
"Hi, Terry! What are you girls up to tonight?"
"We're bored; we're going to go home and listen to records. Our folks are down south at the state fair. Daddy's boss is showing some beef cattle down there. They won't be back until Sunday."
That certainly sounded like an invitation to him but he wasn't sure to what. His own father and mother were also at the state fair, chaperoning a group of kids from school who had homemaking and agriculture projects entered in competition. He'd already gotten a short call from them earlier; they were frugal people and wouldn't waste the money on another expensive long distance call. He was a good kid who never got in any trouble. They'd left him alone on numerous occasions and he had never given them any reason to be concerned.
He was pretty sure he didn't want to accompany the girls across the railroad tracks to what was the seedy side of town.
"My folks are down there too. My house is only a couple of blocks away. I've got records. Why don't you come to my house?"
The two sisters giggled, looked at each other conspiratorially, giggled some more and then agreed in unison. David's cock twitched again. In under five minutes, the three teens were plopped together on the sofa in his parents' small living room. David popped some TV Time and got them all sodas; few, if any teens of the era, drank alcoholic beverages and the girls showed no indication that they wished to do so.
"My records are up in my room; I'll go get them."
"Do you have a record player in your room?"
"Sure."
"Why don't we listen up there? We can all get comfortable."
David had never had a girl in his room with the door closed and only twice with the door open and even then his mother had hovered nearby. His cocked twitched again.
Up in his bedroom, David put a stack of records on the small record player; the sisters flopped down on his bed. He started to take the one chair in the room.
"There's plenty of room! You have a really big bed!"
He had a double bed only because his folks had upgraded to a Queen size and he had inherited the hand-me-down but he had come to understand that most of his friends had a single bed or twins beds. Before he could join them, Gayle hopped up, turned on the small bed side lamp and turned off the bright overhead. The room grew quite dim; it was only a fifteen watt bulb not a reading lamp.
"Why don't you get in the middle, David?" Gayle said before flopping back down on the bed. He did so.
The three of them talked together as teens do. Gayle had surreptitiously moved over closer to the middle; her hip was touching his. Terry had placed her small hand on his arm. His dick was in full twitch mode. Both girls had allowed their normally modest skirts to slide up. He realized that Gayle's was so far up that he could just glimpse the bottom edge of her white cotton panties. Terry had unbuttoned at least one button on her white cotton blouse; he could see the swell of her full breasts and a hint of the brown circles which surrounded her nipples.
Gayle's hand slid over and rested on his thigh; Terry's hand was, in essence, on his hip, inches from his throbbing cock. Gayle rolled her body toward him; her hot breath on his neck excited him. She moved in closer and one of her legs slipped under his. Her other leg casually flopped over his leg. He felt her hot little mound on his thigh even through his jeans. Terry rolled toward him and in doing so advanced her hand directly over his throbbing pecker. He'd have loved to be cool, calm and collected but he almost jumped out of his skin. It had not been an accidental brush of the hand; she was now slowing rubbing his cock through his jeans.
"Terry...if you keep that up...I'm going to..."
