This story happened a long time ago. I'm not going to admit how long, but... well, nobody had cell phones. Make of that what you will.
This is how I took my friend's virginity on what was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Though, not one I have ever regretted! I was thinking back on it the other day and suddenly decided I'd write it down to share.
My name is Cathryn, but everyone calls me Cat. I don't know that my appearance is all that important to this story, but if you are curious I'm 5'3" with auburn hair that reaches the middle of my back, though I usually wear it up. My eyes are brown but I call them "hazel" if I want to feel sexier. I'm not as slim as I used to be back when this story takes place, but I think I'm doing pretty well for myself. And since guys always ask, they're C cups with puffy areola, small nipples and a single freckle deep in my cleavage.
Anyway, back to the story. It was the summer between my high school graduation and the start of college. Everybody was feeling a mixture of excitement and nostalgia, though I only realize the latter as I look back on it now. But it makes sense - here we'd been together with the same group of friends all our lives, and now we were all going our separate ways. It's natural that we would feel like we wanted to make as many memories as possible that summer.
Maybe that's why I did what I did.
I was out with my best friend Emily. We'd used some fake IDs to get into a club, dance with guys and get them to buy us drinks. We were both eighteen but nobody questioned us about it. It was her idea to do this and she was drinking anything she was offered. I decided to pass on the alcohol, since I felt like one of us should be alert just to be safe.
The dancing was fun and I was having a great time even while I kept an eye on Emily. She flirted with several guys, but after a bit there was just one that kept her attention. I'm going to call him "Gum", because we could not shake him off. And because I have no earthly idea what his real name was. He seemed a little older than us, but not much.
I'd been slow dancing with a very sweet guy closer to my dad's age than mine when I noticed she and Gum were sloppily making out by the bar. I excused myself and went over to nudge them apart. Emily looked at me, flushed and excited, and said that Gum wanted us to come back to his place and wasn't that a great idea?
That was
not
a great idea. But I couldn't dissuade Emily from wanting to do this, so I instead tried to suggest somewhere we could go that was safer than this random dude's - probably disgusting - apartment. The problem was that both her parents and mine were home, so neither house would work for a hook-up spot. I suggested she just jump him in the back of the car, but she kept insisting she wanted to find a bed and I started to worry she'd leave with him on her own.
Then I remembered that our mutual friend Nathan was home alone this weekend. Reluctantly, I suggested we go there. She agreed, so I hauled her out of the club and back to the car with Gum stuck to us like... well, you know.
Despite her dismissal of the back seat option earlier, they proceeded to make out in the car the whole drive. I saw him working his hand up inside her shirt to fondle her breast. I have no idea what was going on below the level of the review mirror. But from the way Gum moaned it wasn't nothing, that's for sure.
We got to Nathan's house and all walked up to the front door with the two of them ineffectually tucking various bits of clothing back in. I rolled my eyes as I pressed the doorbell. After a minute Nathan looked out the window, recognized us, and opened the door.
He was a bit dumbfounded and I couldn't blame him. It was near midnight, for one thing. He and I were good friends and I'd been over to his house before, but never unannounced. He knew who Emily was, but she'd never come over at all. And of course Gum was a complete mystery.
I tried my best to be cheerful and said we'd just been in the neighborhood and wanted to hang out. As he ushered us in, Emily made a show of looking around and saying "Wow - nice place!" This was bullshit. Nathan's parent's house was perfectly fine, but all in all just a regular suburban home. But she said she wanted a tour and asked to see his room first.
Subtle
, I thought.
Nathan gamely led us up the stairs. I had a glimpse of his room before Emily pressed past me with Gum in tow. "Cool!" she said, "We're just gonna borrow this for a minute..." Then she firmly shut the door. This was followed by the sound of their bodies hitting it from the other side, along with some urgent grunting.
I stood there looking embarrassed, then indicated to Nathan that we should go back downstairs. We ended up in the kitchen, and I apologized for dropping this whole thing in his lap. I explained how we'd gotten there, and that I thought it was safer for Emily to be somewhere known and trusted.
"That's okay," he said. He was surprisingly calm about the whole thing now that he'd gotten over the shock. "If they want to make out in my room for a bit I don't mind."
I looked at him in pity. "They're not making out, Nathan. They're fucking." At his stunned expression I nodded affirmatively and added, "You're gonna need to wash those sheets after we leave."
He thought about it for a bit, then laughed. "Well, I guess
somebody
ought to get laid in my bed."
I growled in frustration. "It's just aggravating. I mean, she just met that guy an hour ago. What the hell is she doing jumping into bed with him? She has no idea who he is!"
Nathan looked at me puzzled. "I didn't think
you'd
be so judgemental about casual sex." When I glared at him he raised his hands and added, "No offense!"
In truth, he had a point. Back then I was hardly a prude. In fact, I was a bit of a slut, and Nathan knew this very well. When our friend circle got together we'd often talk about sex, telling each other what we'd done and who we'd done it with. So he knew my history, and I knew he was a virgin, of course.
"I've slept with guys just for fun, sure. But I
