Oh damn, I'd rather be at the club than here but my boyfriend, Jeremy, insisted. I love him so much. I'd do almost anything to make him happy. We're seniors in high school and have been going out for the last six months. I had a crush on him for over a year and he finally noticed me once I turned eighteen and my body became more womanly. He's a jock, a star on our football team. I know he doesn't love me for my straight A grades and brain. But I'd don't care. I just want to be with him. He was the first and only boy I've had sex with or ever wanted to. He has my heart forever. I can see an Amanda, Jeremy wedding in our future.
Here we are in Kyle's parent's rec room. He's Jeremy's best bro and the quarterback on our team. Most people think he'll get a scholarship to some big university. Jeremy, idolizes him. It's eleven o'clock at night and Kyle's parents are out of town. Cindy, Kyle's pretty cheerleader girlfriend is here too. We're laughing, talking, drinking beer and smoking grass while listening to our kind of music.
Now Kyle has put on some slow sexy music and turned down the lights. He and Cindy begin an intimate slow dance and are soon necking passionately as their body's press together swaying to the rhythm. It's easy to tell where they're heading.
Jeremy stands and offers me his hand to dance. I rise, kiss him and we begin. I can tell he's hot and horny. I whisper in his ear, "Let's go to your place and make out."
He answers in a low firm voice, "No baby, this is good."
Okay, I think, if that's what you want. We kiss deeply. I look over at the other folks. Kyle's hand is massaging Cindy's bum through her short skirt. I can see his eyes in the semi-darkness looking at me as he kneads her bottom. He has an evil smile on his face that sends a worry through me. I look away and lean my cheek against Jeremy's muscular shoulder. Soon, I feel my man's hands slide to my bottom and caress my ass-cheek. It's embarrassing to be intimate in front of others, but I'd never say anything, especially in front of Jeremy's teammate. Luckily, I have my jeans on, not a skirt.
I hear a groan from the other couple and Kyle says in a deep voice loud enough for us to hear, "Yes, baby, feel my dick. Yes, just like that."
Oh god, I get a panicky feeling and hold Jeremy tighter.
He whispers into my ear urgently, "Feel me." I hesitate. He says quietly but firmly, "I said, feel me."
I comply and cup his crotch. His penis is soft but soon thickens and lengthens.
He gives a manly grunt and says loudly, "That's right Amanda, stroke my cock." Oh god, how embarrassing.
We dance on and soon Jeremy's hand slips below my jean waistband and down to the bare skin of my bum. This is all making me very horny. I peak over at the other two and Cindy's skirt is hiked up at the back and Kyle's hand is massage her ass under her red panties. Kyle is looking at me with a big shit-ass grin on his handsome face. He watches as Jeremy reaches up to my breast and cups it through my sweater. Having him watch me makes me feel like a slut but I close my eyes and feel the pleasure of my boyfriend's touch. The beers and the marijuana we've been smoking reduce my inhibitions. This sensuous play all seems so natural and loving.
The music ends, and Kyle puts on another slow ballad.
My boyfriend asks, "Where's the washroom Kyle?"
"It's upstairs and down the hall on your right. Do you mind if I have a dance with your girlfriend?"
"No, go ahead."
I surge of adrenaline goes through me. I can't object. Jeremy disappears and Kyle opens his arms and I move into his embrace. He is tall and his body is rock hard. I lean my head on his chest and our bodies slowly rock intimately together. My body is a bit stiff as I'm confused. Kyle is so masculine, and his embrace feels instinctively great but enjoying it feels like a betrayal of my boyfriend.
He whispers in a manly voice, "Jeremy is so lucky to have such a hot girlfriend like you."
I squeak out a nervous, "Thanks."
"Yes, you have such a nice ass." His hand goes to my bottom. My mind is in a panic. Do I make a scene? Do I do nothing? Fortunately, Jeremy comes back into the room. I'm saved.
Kyle shouts, "Hey, why don't you dance with Cindy. Your girlfriend is a great dancer."
Both his hands are massaging my ass in plain sight and I expect my boyfriend to say something.
I hear, "Sure Kyle. Good idea."
Oh heavens. Maybe I'm just being a prude or something. We slowly sway to the beat of the music. I look over at Jeremy and Cindy as they're both getting intimate. She is even kissing Jeremy around his neck and ear as he feels her body.
When my back is away from the others Kyle shoves his hand deep into the back of my jeans and under my panties. His index finger even slides down my crack. Thank god, Jeremy can't see this.
He whispers into my ear, "Yes, I've been admiring your sweet body since you've been going out with my best friend."
He moves a hand to my breast and cups it.
"And such beautiful tits."
I want to run over to Jeremy but know in my heart that would be wrong to come between the two men. His fingers tweak my nipple and my body betrays me as my nipples get almost painfully hard. I moan in pleasure instinctively.
He whispers, "That's what I like, a horny girlie."
His hand caressing my buttocks and the other massaging my sensitive breast overwhelm my senses and good judgment. With no thought from me, my lips kiss the top of his chest. I can feel my pussy start to throb and flow love juice. I can smell the distinctive feminine odor in the air. Or maybe that's from the other girl.
Kyle steps back, "Hey guys, let's smoke another joint. The party's just getting started."
He pulls me over to the long sofa and we sit. Jeremy and Cindy join us with her on the other side of Kyle and Jeremy beside me on my right. It's a girl-boy-girl-boy with me sandwiched between two guys. My senses cool as we pass the joint. I feel a flash of good feelings wash over my mind and body from the weed. The joint is finished and Kyle embraces Cindy and Jeremy and I kiss passionately. Jeremy cups my breast and I feel his crotch. The air is filled with heavy breathing and moaning. My boyfriend hand goes under my sweater and slips under my bra to my bare breast. His masculine touch is crazy making.
From behind me I hear, "That's right Cindy, take off your clothes."
I look up at Jeremy's face and I see his eyes staring over my shoulder at the scene behind me as I know the cheerleader is stripping naked. His eyes have a horny , hungry look. I can feel his erection get granite hard. Another adrenaline surge sweeps over me. Oh my god, the men will want me to strip too.
Jeremy looks down at me with a look that's sending a clear signal to follow Cindy's lead.
He whispers into my ear softly, "Only if you want to do it for me, my love."
That seals it. I'd always said I'd do anything for him, so here goes. I stand up and pull my sweater over my head. Kyle is looking at me with that shit-ass grin again. With a burning, blushing face, I undo my bra and drop it to the floor.
Kyle, the horn-dog shouts in pure glee, "Way to go sexy girl."
Next go the jeans which I take off by sitting back on the sofa. My panties were still on when I buried my face in Jeremy's shoulder in shyness. Kyle gives me a stinging slap on the side of my butt with a big roar of laughter.
He shouts, "Now it's the guy's turn!" He stands up, Jeremy follows and they quickly strip totally nude. They have perfect young, athletic bodies and impressive male equipment. I can't help looking at Kyle's big, semi-hard penis.