This is my first, ever, Erotica story. I have always wanted to write my own, so here it is...enjoy!! Let me know what you think. All characters are over the age of 18. Thanks to Oldnakeddad for editing!
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"Happy birthday, Joe!"
Ah, it was my nineteenth birthday followed by the, all too familiar, utterance announced each year with the celebration of one's birth however, to me, it was not a commemoration, only a mere painful reminder of another year I had failed to get laid, not for lack of trying of course. There had been numerous occasions where I'd come to the brink of sexual enlightenment, only to be foiled by unforeseen circumstances, but tonight, the night of my nineteenth birthday, was the night I had hoped I'd pop the infamous cherry.
Everything was set perfectly...my parents were going on holiday until after the weekend would pass and, once my mates had found out, that naturally called for a messy alcohol and drug fueled bender...whether I wanted to or not. In their eyes, it was set in stone, weeks prior to asking my permission, to basically destroy my parents' house for a good time but I couldn't disagree. I wanted it as badly as they did plus I was pretty sure they had already invited over 200 people, all waiting for the go ahead to start getting fucked up for 3 days in my parents' home.
I was awoken, on Friday morning, to the clamors and shouting of the early morning rush my parents were creating. In a panic, so as not to forget anything nor to be late for their flight, they had failed to acknowledge the existence of their only child and left in a hurry to catch a ride to the airport. With the door slamming behind them, amongst the singing of birds outside my window, I had decided it was time to rise from my pit and jump into the shower. I checked my phone, while the water warmed up, I had a flurry of messages with well wishes for my birthday along with arrangements of the night's motive. I ignored them for the time being, peeled of my boxers, hopped into the burning barrage of water and watched as it cascaded down my chest.
To paint you a picture, I was about 6'1", clean shaven with a head of decently long dirty blonde hair, shaved on the back sides and usually slicked back if the occasion required the effort. I kept in shape by going to the gym regularly to maintain the fabled Adonis figure everyone dreams of having...only kidding but I was healthy and had a decent body. I had finished washing and drying off when my phone rang, it was one of my closest friends, Isaiah.
"Yeah, boy, what's up?" I answered.
"You ready to get fucked up, Chuckles!?" he replied.
"Of course, when am I ever not ready to get paralytic for the sake of your enjoyment," I retorted back.
"Good man. Has your mum and dad left for wherever the fuck, yet?" he asked, hoping they followed through with their plans.
"Yep, they're gone and I'm currently standing in my room, naked, on the phone with you. So fuck off so I can get dressed," I laughed.
"Having a wank to the sound of my voice is a bit weird, mate! If you don't fuck anyone tonight, there's no hope for you, bud," he said, laughing.
"Fucking hilarious. Hurry and get over here and help me set shit up for later," I said, knowing he would be useless anyway.
"Alright, picking up the boys now. Will be there in 20 minutes...and don't have your dick out when we get there," laughing to himself before hanging up.
He was right, I needed to lose the "V", and soon! An hour later, the boys eventually turned up, consisting of Isaiah, Jake, his twin brother Sam and Joe number two made up the last of the group...having the same name as me was the reason everyone called me Chuckles, which derived from the fact that the moment I'd speak to a hot girl I'd become possessed by uncontrollable, nervous giggling. I had heard the knock at the door and proceeded to question myself as to why the fuck they took so long but what I was greeted by, after opening the door, would explain it all.
"What the fuck is that?!" I thought my eyes had deceived me but then I remembered how stupid my friends are.
"It's your birthday present you bell end, don't be so ungrateful!" Jake blurted out.
"It's a goat! Where the fuck did you find a goat?!" I exclaimed.
"Do you know how hard it is to steal a goat?" Sam assured me, pointing to his mud stained clothes.
Meanwhile, Joe and Isaiah were unloading the copious amounts of alcohol from his Nivara.
"It's for the party you pussy. Tie it up or something, we'll need it later," Joe shouted from down at the end of the driveway. I had to admit, it was pretty fucking funny but I didn't want a goat shitting all over my house.
"Alright, whatever. Stick it round back and tie it up."
I wasn't going to argue, this night was about getting laid...I'd worry about everything else in the morning. Everything was unloaded and set up, it was coming up to seven o'clock and people were starting to arrive, most of which I had no idea who they were, but by then we were already pretty fucked up from pre-gaming for the last four hours so I didn't really care. Isaiah had assured me he had plenty of fuckable girls coming but the only one I cared about was Emily. A year older than me, Emily and I had been great friends for ages, mostly my fault for friend-zoning myself the day I met her, except I hoped all of that would change, soon.
More time had passed and it was approaching eleven o'clock. My house was heaving with hundreds of people, much more than what had been planned however, by that point I was far too gone to care. Laced up on every type of alcoholic beverage under the sun, not to mention the abundance of narcotics floating around, and still no promise of me losing anything, except the respect of my friends if I didn't fuck anyone, I thought all hope was lost. That's when I saw her...the most beautiful girl I've ever known...and, to my disbelief, she was alone!
She stood about five feet-seven inches tall, had gorgeous olive skin, looked like a Greek goddess with her deep sea green eyes and a lethal smile...she was perfect, from her wavy auburn locks to her sexy little feet. She was draped in a tight red dress which clung to her petite frame, hugged to her flawless C-cup breasts and flowed down her firm stomach to my favorite feature, her spectacular derrière...I couldn't draw my eyes away from such an amazing vision.
"Hey! Stop staring at my ass, perv," Emily called out, laughing.
She hurried over and practically jumped on me and smothered me with kisses and birthday wishes. I gave her tight little body a squeeze and felt her braless nipples poke into my chest.
"You must be really excited to see me," I joked.
"Shhh, dick, I can't wear a bra with this dress and either it's freezing out or it's because I'm really horny," she giggled, innocently flashing her deadly smile.
I wasn't sure if it was because I was drunk or so fucking turned on, probably both, but I blushed and smiled back.
"I'm hoping it's the second one," I said.
After I had realized what I had said, I thought she would back off but she did the opposite and pushed me against the wall with the weight of her body.
"Why don't you ever giggle when you speak to me, Chuckles? Am I not hot enough?" sticking out her bottom lip as if she were sad.
