****Backstory****
This is the story of how I was the only guy in my circle of friends and how we all got together, sexually. How did this all happen? Let me set some background. In my county, there were two Catholic schools. Sacred Heart and St. Mark's. Both of my parents graduated from St. Mark's, different years, never knew each other in school, and settled down in a neighborhood where they could send their kids there as well. My sister was three years older than me. She was a senior when I was a Sophomore, the year everything changed.
In 1994, Sacred Heart's sports program was on fire. The football team won the state championship, and for the second year in a row, their boy's basketball team came in second place in the state finals. The boy's soccer team also finished with an impressive 15-5 record and missed the tournament by one heartbreaker of a game. Needless to say, if you were a boy in that county, and you had any hopes of playing one of those sports in college, your ass was going to Sacred Heart.
That didn't apply to me. I'm Eric. I went from St. Mark's bench-warming JV Fullback to the slowest, smallest Forward the game of soccer has ever seen. I was getting the piss beat out of me my Junior year by guys two years older than me. Worse yet, twice a year, we played Sacred Heart, so my former teammates joined in on the beatdowns. We had to forfeit three games that season due to injuries and not enough players left on the field. Including my injury, when I broke my arm the last game of my junior year. I begged and begged my parents to let me go to Sacred Heart, but you literally had to drive past St. Mark's to get there from our house, so it was a wasted effort on my part. Logic prevailed.
I had left school in June 1995, a 150lb weakling and come back in September for my Senior year with 10 extra pounds of lean muscle and basically a 6', walking uppercase "Y". I was finally holding my own on the pitch (but we still sucked) and turned 18 two weeks into the school year. By this time, the boy-girl ratio at St Mark's was closer to 5 to 1. All my guy friends had moved on to Sacred Heart, and I started hanging out with a group of girls I knew from most of my classes. Karen, Mitzy, and Faith.
Karen was tall (5'8") blonde with blue eyes, 34Cs that were always in a sports bra. She rarely wore makeup, if ever. She always kept her hair in a tight ponytail. She was on the girls' soccer team. They had a much better record than the boys, but she never made a big deal out of it except in a playfully teasing sort of way. She turned 18 two days before me, and we all knew that she lost her virginity to Steven Cooper our junior year. When Steven transferred to Sacred Heart, he cruelly broke up with her.
Mitzy was tiny, 4'11", brown hair, tight curls, and green eyes. a bubbly but brilliant cheerleader flyer. They would toss her in the air, and she'd end up at the top of the pyramid. She had little breasts, 32A and was extremely flexible. She was the youngest, she didn't turn 18 until the spring. We were sure she was a virgin.
Faith didn't play sports. She had blown her knee out playing field hockey her freshman year and never played again. She'd call herself, with a laugh, an "athletic supporter." She had long, black hair, big, anime-like brown eyes that could cut deep into your soul, a 5'4" hourglass figure, 38D breasts, hips, and butt to match, but a thin waist. She always wore heavy makeup, and her birthday was in early November. We knew she was a virgin, because she often loudly insisted she was saving herself for Hugh Grant. She was a huge flirt/tease.
Did I mention this was a Catholic school? Yeah, it was a schoolboy's dream. However, my family was deeply religious, and thanks to deep-rooted Catholic repression, I didn't notice them at all in a sexual way, until everything changed, Ultimately, I was the one that ruined everything because I'm such an idiot. But i'm moving far ahead.
****Our Story Begins****
It was the weekend after Faith's birthday. The boys and girls soccer teams played a local public high school. No surprise, we lost and the girls won. It was the end of the season anyway, and our playoff hopes were dashed months ago. The plan post game was to celebrate Faith's birthday at Karen's house because the fridge and pantry were always full and she had a hot tub. Mitzy and her family were still out of town, so it was just going to be three of us to watch TV and Hugh Grant movies (so sue me, it was the 90s and I kind of liked "Four Weddings and Funeral"), order pizza, and eat cake.
After the game, I was throwing my gym bag into the back of my dad's minivan when Faith came up behind me, poked my ribs, startling me.
"Yeeaa!" I jumped and yelled.
"Rough loss, Tiger," Faith said in her husky Mae West voice.
"Yeah, well, did you see that guy from South? He was at least 7' tall!"
"Mmm more like 6'4", I wouldn't mind if you wrapped him up in a box for my birthday." Faith bit her lip, rolled her eyes, squeezed her legs together, and moaned a sigh. She always made comments like that; you didn't know if she was serious or not.
"You slut," I chided her.
"VIRGIN slut," she corrected. "But for him, maybe not for long."
"C'mon, be serious, do you need a ride to Karen's? She and I are leaving as soon as she gets off the bus. I need a shower and a soak in her hot tub."
"No, I'm going to stand here and freeze my tits off!" She pointed over her shoulder and said, "I've got my mom's putt putt car for the weekend, I'll meet you guys there. Oh, here's the little bitch herself! Did you wiiiin?" She whined in a sing-song voice.
Karen, with her bag over her shoulder, bounded up to us, ponytail swaying, threw her pack between us, narrowly missing my head, and it landed with a "thud" into the back of the van.
"You're goddamned right, we won; we kicked their snotty asses good! I need a show-aah and a soak! C'mon, loser, take me home!" She slapped me on the butt.
"How did you know we lost?"
