This series of stories is a mixture of fact and fiction. The factual parts are pretty hot and could stand alone as great sexual adventures. The fictional parts are situations that for one reason or another never quite materialized (except in my mind, and hopefully in the minds of the other people who missed out.) The names have been changed or rearranged to protect the HORNY!
I had been a late bloomer sexually. I was outgoing and funny but also very shy around girls when it came to one-on-one interaction on a more personal level. Many of my friends had been getting lucky since Jr. High, but for some reason all the girls, while liking me and enjoying my company, seemed to always think of me as a "friend". Let me tell you, there's nothing more frustrating to a horny, testosterone filled young man than to hear from a hot young lady, "I like you a lot but more as a friend..." or "I've always thought of you as a brother..." If I heard that one more time I was going to kill myself. (If nothing else it would be an accidental death from yanking my cock completely off my body some night!)
The one real girlfriend I'd had in High school apparently was game but I was so hung up on her that didn't realize it and I was afraid to take it beyond the heavy petting stage. Partly because, being a virgin I couldn't see the signs and was afraid of rejection. Plus I wasn't sure what to do to take it further. And I was so in love with her I didn't want to disappoint her or otherwise mess up what we had in some way. I still regret that.
Anyway, I had known Missy from Jr. High. We both had our birthdays in February and as it was late in our senior year we were both 18, but sexually we were years apart. She was a good friend as we were both part of the "party crowd". She was one of those girls who started experimenting with sex at a very early age and by the time we were seniors she had a reputation as being easy. The guys thought she was "fun"! Of course the "good girls" had other names for it.
Missy didn't care. She was living her life on her own terms and other people could say or think what they wanted. I always respected her for that but knew she was way out of my league. So even though I knew she was always game I never tried hooking up with her as I was too intimidated by her obvious sexual prowess
Missy had witnessed my affair with my girlfriend in our Jr. year, and I'm sure she knew why we broke up probably before I did. It turned out that my girlfriend cared for me deeply but needed more. She eventually dumped me for an older guy who wasn't afraid of getting laid. I, of course was crushed. But with the help of my friends and all the partying we were doing I managed to get through it.
Somewhere along the way Missy must have decided I just needed a little push into the world of sexual freedom. Either that or she decided she wanted me to be another notch in her bedpost. Whatever the case, one day toward the end of our Sr. Year we were all working diligently on emptying yet another keg of Bud, instead of sitting in class trying to make the most of our chance at an education.
We were at somebody's house about a mile from the high school. Apparently they're mom was at work and dad was not in the picture. I could never figure out how anyone got away with that. How did they get the house cleaned up before they're parents got home? I mean, some of us were over 18 and had been drinking for years, but there were always some younger or less experienced kids who raised the risk of something getting broken or somebody puking on the furniture or carpet. Not to mention the spilled beer. What if the neighbors said something? I don't know, all I knew was it was raining that morning and we couldn't go up the mountain like we usually did and somebody volunteered they're house.
So by 11:00 that morning the party was in full swing. There was a quarter's game going in the kitchen with a lot of other kids standing around watching and cheering them on. A few of us were going through the album collection and playing D.J. Still others were huddled around the coffee table rolling joints to sell, most of which got smoked on the spot. Overall it was a typical party for us. We would drink the first Β½ keg and see how many people were left, what time it was and how much money we could come up with and decide from there whether or not to get another, or maybe just a ΒΌ keg so everybody could get back to school and sneak onto their busses to go home like nothing ever happened.
We had this down to a science; we knew which girls could forge which parents signatures on the excuse forms. We knew which beer distributers we could get served at. We even knew where the bus drivers parked while waiting for the designated time to go pull up at our school and which ones were cool enough to let kids on early so they just had to stay out of site at the school while the other kids boarded.
Yep, we had this down to a science and today was turning out to be just another good party day. My friends and I had picked out enough good tunes to last us all day and I decided I needed another beer. As I made my way to the keg I found a couple guys standing around it and realized Missy was in the center of the crowd. I nudged my way into the circle and asked"What are yunz up to? It better be good if you're blocking my access to the beer!"
My buddy Kevin replied with a big smile "Hell yeah it's good! Missy got new underwear!"
I looked over at Missy and she had her trademark naughty grin as she stated proudly, "UNDEROOS!" while holding her unzipped pants as far open as possible.
"Cool!" I told her. "But don't girls usually wear them when they're 8, not 18?" While checking out the slight bulge made by her trimmed bush.
"Yeah, but you know me. I'm young at heart!"
"Well those cartoon characters sure look happy." I told her smiling and making eye contact.
She maintained the eye contact as Robbie chimed in "You'd be happy too if you spent your day where they are! Hell Miss, let me take their place awhile and we can make each other happy!
"No Robbie, you've already been happy there. I think it's time somebody else got a turn." Missy said happily, all the while maintaining our eye contact. Now, my heart rate had increased when I saw Missy showing off her panties and raised a little more when I realized I was seeing her small bush of pubic hair under them. But it really jumped when I came to the realization that it was going to be my turn inside those cute little underoo's.
I could feel myself blushing as my mind fought for something to say. Finally I remarked "It wouldn't be fair if everybody didn't get a turn I guess." I was trying to sound as casual as possible while considering all the implications. Was I really about to finally get laid?! Could I even begin to satisfy this experienced sexual creature? I mean Missy was never the hottest or most beautiful girl in school. She was a little on the skinny side and while pretty, she didn't automatically turn heads like some chicks do. But she had something else. She had this air of sexuality, of confidence that seemed to say "I'm a great fuck!" Now don't get me wrong, she never dressed slutty or anything. She wore jeans and tee shirts like everybody else. And she didn't wear them too tight, which tended to give you the impression that she was skinny. But up close she just had this sexual aura. She just oozed sensuality.
And now she was going to unleash all that on me? Frankly I was more than a little scared. I was terrified! I knew I didn't know much about sex besides what I'd seen in magazines and heard from my buddies and this girl knew it all! I mean I knew theoretically what to do and what went where and all that, but this chick had had boyfriends ten years older than us and had supposedly done threesomes and maybe more! How could I even begin to keep up with her?
I did however have one thing on my side. I knew how to carry myself when scared. Having grown up running the streets in one of the rougher neighborhoods in town I knew you never let anybody know when you're scared. For one thing your friends will never let you live it down. For another, everyone loses respect for you.
So when Missy wiggled her hips while still holding her pants open and asked sweetly "So what do ya say? Want your turn" I did what instinct dictated. I squared my shoulders and smiled. "Sure, let's go."
She just smiled and hooked the top button on her pants so she could walk without losing them, and repeated my "Let's go!" We both filled our beers and started for the stairs amid the excited clamor of my friends. The cheering started with the guys that were in on the conversation. By the time we were on the open staircase, everyone in the room was aware of what was going on and the catcalls and lewd remarks had my flushed face a deep crimson. By the time we got upstairs I could hardly hear them over the sound of the blood rushing through my brain. As we found an empty bedroom Missy looked at me closely and asked, "You o.k.?"