I heard them on the other side of the door, calling my best friend a slut.
I heard her gasping, choking. Her moans were muffled by the door and by...
"Yeah, that's it, whore. Deeper."
"Hurry up and make him cum. There's a line."
"You know how they are: talk a big game then can't choke it down."
There was a loud smack followed by a little pop, like a girl sucking her thumb.
"Do you want to come faster?" She asked.
"Yeah, baby girl."
Another gasp, a
gluk-gluk-gluk.
I'd known Blair since we were in high school. We'd go to the thrift store together looking for slutty outfits. She said my parents made me dress like a prude. So she'd slut me up and hide the clothes under her bed and I'd change in the girl's room before homeroom.
"Look at this," she said in the fitting room, and with one hand she pulled up her skirt, showing me her butt, her navy blue thong. "It's a little motion like that that gets a big motion out of the boys, if you know what I mean."
I remember the way I looked blushing in the mirror, wearing ragged jean shorts and a pink tank top. It didn't suit me. I was a tomboy. She was a princess with blond hair in a bob cut. She could do slutty, house party, back alley outfits. I'd always wanted my first time to be in a field, with wildflowers, laid out on the man's jacket.
Another smack sounded outside the door, then another.
"Show me that ass."
Another smack. Footsteps as people rearranged themselves in the room.
Blair wanted me to come to this party, practically begged me to. I wasn't attracted to girls--I didn't even touch myself because I thought my pussy was gross--but the way she looked at me when she asked--no, begged--biting her lower lip, eyes glinting, her hand on my shoulder, made me feel a little bit of what she tried to instill in boys. Desire and desperation. I wanted to be with her badly enough to come out of my comfort zone. At least I thought so at the time. Now I was hiding alone while she took cock after cock.
Was I that afraid?
"Hannah! Oh, Hannah. I can't handle all of them alone."
Laughter. A gasp, flesh pounding flesh. Someone rattled the handle on the other side of the door and I jumped back. I'd locked myself in the host's bedroom. I could sleep here, leave in the morning, past the mountains of solo cups and boys passed out on the couch and floor.
Past Blair. What must she look like by now? I'd been trapped in here nearly an hour. I touched the doorknob.
"You're going to die alone, you know." She told me that, once, while we were watching a movie at my house. "If you're not willing to bend over or get on your knees, you're never going to have that sweet guy laying down his coat for you. You have to at least smile at them, you know."
I slid out of my skirt, then tossed my tank top behind me onto the host's bed--a perfectly slutty outfit put to waste. My breath was fast and my heart was racing. I took off my panties and looked at my pussy. It wasn't any wetter than it usually would be. And, god, when was the last time I'd shaved it? Hopefully they were all too drunk to care. I unclasped my bra.
Hand on the doorknob, best friend choking on her own spit a few feet away. She probably did need help. We were the only girls at an all-boy party. We'd crashed. Blair's idea.
I opened the door.
Blair was on her knees in the center of the room. They'd moved the coffee table to make room for her. Her skirt was hiked up over her belly button, showing off everything it was meant to cover. The rest of her clothes were gone, scattered who knows where.
Her blonde hair--meticulously braided before the party--was pulled apart now. It was matted with sweat, and her neck glistened. Thick ropes of cum ran down the side of her face and more clung to her chin. There were a few drops on her earlobe.
I took all this in while she bobbed rapidly on a hard cock. It wasn't particularly long, but it was thick, curved, and had an angry red head. She could only fit half of it in her mouth, her cheeks bulging out at the sides. The boy put his hand on the back of her head and tried to push her down, but it just wouldn't fit.
She looked kind of stupid.
"Hey, hey, new meat."
The boys turned to look at me. They'd all gotten together to play Halo, or something like that. Now there was cum and spit on the hardwood floor.
One of them grabbed my ass. The force of it caught me off guard and I took a few steps into the room until I was right next to Blair. She tugged on my wrist.
"Come on, help me out."
And I was down on my knees, just like that, my thigh pressed against Blair's.
Next thing I knew there was a cock in my face. I didn't have my mouth open, and I didn't open wide automatically like Blair would, so he rubbed the head against my lips. Then he pressed my nose into his pubes. He ran his balls over me. I opened my mouth, thinking I wouldn't have to smell it anymore if I swallowed it.
My eyes went wide. I had a cock in my mouth. Was it wet? Had Blair sucked it already? No, that was just sweat. I moved my head back and forth. Maybe half of it was in my mouth. Was I doing it right?
"Watch the teeth, bitch."
Oops.
My eyes were watering already, and I couldn't breathe through my nose. I hoped it wouldn't start to run.
I pulled the cock out so I could take a quick breath and the guy pushed it back in. The shaft forced the air down my throat and I hiccuped. My stomach tightened. I felt a strange pleasure behind my vagina as I held back a gag.
Blair took the cock out of her mouth and jerked it so she could whisper, "Pull your upper lip over your teeth. Flatten your tongue."
Then she had cock in her mouth again. Her guy fucked her brutally, to the hilt. His cock sloshed in her mouth. At the end of a series of thrusts I thought would never end he held her down. She spat out the sides of her mouth and her cheeks turned red. She looked at me from the corner of her eye.
She flashed a thumbs up. The guy held her nose shut.
"This one's no good. I'm going soft in her mouth."
I'd never felt so ashamed. The only thing more embarrassing than sucking cock in a room full of boys was sucking cock badly in a room full of boys.
