This is my 2013 Holiday contest Entry. Enjoy and vote!
All characters in this work are of legal age (18 years of age or older).
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Parties are usually fun, Christmas parties even more so. I've never been a particularly big party person but holiday parties fall into a completely different category. They represent a chance to get back together with people you may not see a lot, or get to know more about people that may be just acquaintances. Divorce left me wifeless several years ago, and despite friends from work trying hard to break down my resistance to dating again I didn't have anything even close to a girlfriend. For some reason Jill, a very exuberant and sweet young lady at work, thought this party, which she worked hard to convince me to come to, was going to be the perfect ice breaker to get me back into dating. As reluctant as I was to come with her I had to say, I actually was enjoying the interactions with quite a number of women, both my age and younger. What she neglected to tell me, probably on purpose, was that the games at this party were a little more "adult" than any other gatherings I had been to.
After quite a bit of alcohol and convincing by Jill and three other good looking young women to stay when what she called "the real games" started, I found myself sitting in a circle around a low table with the four of them as we spun a dial, drew cards and so far, told embarrassing stories. The spinner pointed toward me and Jill drew a card for me, quickly reading it off. "Tell about how you lost your virginity!" she said loudly. "This ought to be good!"
"It was at a Christmas party when I was a senior in high school," I said before going quiet.
"That's it? From you! Come on Michael, I've heard you tell stories at work and THAT is not a story. Come on, give us the whole thing!"
"It's a long story, and I'm sure not everyone wants to hear," I answered defensively.
"The hell we don't!" Janet said from next to me. "Jill showed me a story you wrote one time, and if you tell like you write, we're all going to be creaming our panties by the time you're done!"
"Oh crap," I muttered.
"Come on. Spill it. If not, we'll draw the penalty card, and we both know that the next penalty card is to do a strip tease!" Jill coaxed.
"Oh fine. If you're going to black mail me into it. It all started waaaaay back in high school....
I wasn't the biggest or fastest or strongest... I was the proverbial 120 pound weakling. Worse I was what kids would call a 'nerd'. I was smart but when it came to physical activities I just wasn't the best. Consequently the jocks made a lot of fun of me, even worse, this was back in the day, back when PE was required and you had mandatory showers after PE before you could dress for class. All through high school I fought a nickname that seemed to define me...."boner". I got that nickname from one of the guys on the high school football team because, well to be frank, I always seemed to have a hard on. My mind was always undressing the sexy looking girls and, as a girl I knew much later once said, I'd get hard when the wind blew. All through high school it was the same thing. By the time coed gym class was over and we had to go to the showers I always had a boner, and because of that the guys made a lot of fun of me. Worse, I seemed to be somewhat larger than the rest of the guys in my class and that made it all the worse.
I figure most of those guys clued their girl friends in on it, because they'd walk by in the lunch room or hall and say something like "hey, there's boner" and their girlfriends would giggle. I pretty much hated life at that point. Today it would be bullying, back then it was pretty much ignored unless it became physical.
By my senior year in high school my reputation was pretty much school wide, at least with the "in" crowd. My eighteenth birthday came early in December and the guys decided to give me a great birthday present. Well, at least they thought it was great.
We had swimming in senior year. Back then everyone wore the same suits, the guys a very light weight nylon suit that seemed to cling to you like glue, and for the girls a black one piece suit that was equally thin and in the chill after getting out of the water they showed every bump and nipple. Needless to say by the time we had to hit the showers at the end of class I was, as usual, hard. There were guys and girls locker rooms. They consisted of a large locker area with long benches facing into an open central area, a bathroom stall area, and a large open shower area with spigots all around the outside walls. You entered into the shower from the locker side, and exited out through a back and forth wall, not even a door, out onto the pool deck.
Well getting back to my 'birthday present'. The guys thought it would be great fun to grab me from the shower, still naked, and haul me out of the guy's shower room and shove me into the girl's showers. Needless to say there were a lot of naked girls in the shower, and if I was hard before it all started, no matter how embarrassed I was, it wasn't getting any smaller. Worse, when I tried to get out, they just tossed me back in. There was considerable screaming from all parties involved, and by the time a female teacher made it into shower room to break up the ruckus, and catch me still standing in the corner of the shower naked, trying unsuccessfully to cover my big dick, I had seen a considerable amount of pussy and tit. My first in broad daylight actually. It was almost worth the embarrassment of so many girls seeing me naked.
Well, at least I didn't get suspended, but my nickname as boner had just gone through the roof. It seemed like all the girls heard the story of what happened in the locker room. I got some unusual looks from some girls, some disgusted looks from others and a lot of turned up noses.
I was looking forward to Christmas vacation, hoping things would settle down a little over the break. But that didn't seem to be what was going to happen. About a week before break was to start one of the "popular" girls, one that just happened to be the girlfriend of one of the jocks that tossed me into the girls locker room, and one of the girls that was in the shower at the time, caught me in the hall and gave me an invitation to her party the following Friday. I tried to say no, realizing very quickly that this was probably a setup and another way for Frank to humiliate me in front of the popular kids, but Amy made a sincere and passionate plea that this wasn't that at all, and that she wanted to make it up to me for what Frank had done. I was extremely hesitant to believe her, in spite of the amount of cleavage that she was intentionally showing me, but the soft stroke of her fingertips up and down my bare arm sent chills through my body and completely toasted what was left of any remaining functional brain cells. I agreed to come.
The other shoe that immediately fell was that there was going to be a gift exchange, since we were all going to be adults at the party, yeah, we were all eighteen...adults...or so we thought, the guys were supposed to bring a piece of women's lingerie and the girls were all bringing men's underwear. I expressed my ineptitude at women's under clothes and she scribbled "32B brassiere" on the back of the invitation. "Take this to the store, ask the clerk to show you them and pick the sexiest one you can find." she said with a smile and a pair of doe eyes that would melt a guy. So, as embarrassing as it was, I showed the clerk at the department store across town the note, and she showed me to several racks containing a wide variety of items. I wasn't sure what sexy was, and when she finally got out of me that I was trying to pick something "sexy" she suggested a nice lace half bra. She said my girlfriend would love it. I didn't bother to tell her I didn't have a girlfriend.
Surprisingly enough a bunch of girls that usually gave me the cold shoulder seemed to make it a point to stop and say hello, or swipe a hand across my arm or even, on one occasion, stop in the lunch room and sit to eat with me. In return I tried not to say anything overly stupid and tried to ignore the glares I was getting from their boyfriends, all part of the "in" crowd of which I wasn't really a part of. If Amy's intent was to make me feel more comfortable with going to the party, well, it was working. I had no illusions I wasn't part of that "in" crowd, but at least I didn't feel quite as much of a lowly geek.
Friday night came and I appeared on Amy's front porch at the appointed time...exactly seven o'clock on the dot, wearing a pair of engineer boots, bell bottom jeans and a rather colorful satin button down shirt. All things considered, I thought I looked pretty good. Even my hair, a natural afro back then instead of the rather short cut I wear now, wasn't overly wet from the mid December snow that was falling.
