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It's quite amazing that I was a good girl all through high school growing up in New York City. But that changed during the Christmas vacation of my first year of college. My brother, Gavin, and I had a holiday party for our friends in the basement of our brownstone on east 81
st
Street. My father owns a gallery in NYC and he was on an art-buying trip in Europe and due back on Christmas Eve. My mom is French and preferred for us to have parties at home rather than to go out downtown, so when Gavin and I asked if we could have a few friends over on the first Saturday night we got home on break, she was like, "Sure... Have fun, kids." My mom has always been pretty cool and knew to make herself scarce during our parties.
Gavin is two years older than me and was in his third year at UCLA, had a fake ID and so was able to stock us up with plenty of beer, bourbon and tequila. I was really excited about how this party was shaping up because Gavin's best friend in high school, Sebastian, would be there. I had had a crush on him since they were freshmen in high school and I was like 12. Sebastian's family ancestry is Swedish and he looked like a Calvin Klein underwear model—tall, athletic build, with dirty blond hair almost down to his shoulders and a beautiful grin. They both had played on the varsity soccer team at school, and a few of their old teammates were likely to show up, as well as other old friends and girlfriends.
I invited some of my friends to come who were also in NYC for Christmas. One was, Alina, a model I had become friendly with at my agency because we had done our modeling training together. We had learned to walk runways, and had gone on a lot of "go sees" with photographers and creative directors. I have since become somewhat famous, and there's a good chance you have seen me in ads for Gucci or Dior, or in gossip sites like TMZ, but this party took place a couple of years before I really hit it big as a model and became known. And I was still pretty much a "good girl" despite growing up in New York.
Sebastian had a sister, Theresa, who was my age and who was going to come to the party. I generally don't find too many people intimidating, but Theresa had the most amazing full mouth, piercing blue eyes, a mane of blazing golden hair and striking eyebrows like Cara Delevingne. I had gone to Dalton for high school, while she went to the even more elite Spence. Besides the fact that our brothers were friends, she and I played against each other in field hockey, so we were both well aware of each other, and we had an unspoken rivalry. She had dated my brother for a few months when he was a junior in high school. Most people would say I am very pretty, being a fashion model and all, at 5 foot 10 with long brown, naturally wavy hair, lithe, thin body, and perky and full c cup boobs. My big boobs (for a model) have gotten me a lot of lingerie bookings, and eventually got me a starring spot on the Victoria's Secret runway shows that have become such a big deal. But Theresa was mesmerizing, and when she entered a room, sucked the air out of it.
Anyway, I was getting really excited for the party to start, and spent a couple of hours doing my make up and getting dressed with Alina. She has jet black hair and her pale skin has this amazing glow in her fashion pictures. Together with her plump kewpie bow lips, she kind of looks like a real-life Snow White. I let Alina have the run of my closet and choose my outfit. She picked out a pleated leather mini skirt from Alice & Olivia, a semi-transparent ribbed white tank top from Vince, combined with a flowery lace bra from La Perla that you could totally see through the tank's thin stretch fabric. To make things more interesting, Alina took some scissors from my mom's sewing kit and shortened my tank so that it became a crop top. Now it showed off my mid-riff, from my belly button to the top of the low-slung mini. I felt very exposed and kind of like a trailer trash slut! I poked at her, saying, "You're making me look like a ho, bitch!" She laughed, indicating that was indeed her intention.
Alina made me do a runway walk for her as she inspected me and picked out a pair of Gucci strappy sandals with five-inch heels. "You said you haven't been laid in ages, right, Nat? I think you should go commando," She declared.
"What?"
"Yup. Come on. Hand them over." She held out her hand.
"You too, then."
"Of course."
I reached up under my skirt and hooking my thumbs in my thong, pulled it down my legs. I had to sit down on an ottoman to thread the underwear off my feet. I was totally flashing Alina my naked pussy as I did that, and she giggled as she watched me struggle to remove the thong over my high heels. I finally handed them over and she put them back in my panty drawer. I straightened my skirt back over my legs and the feel of its buttery leather on my naked ass was totally sexy. It was true that I hadn't gotten laid in quite a while. The academics at my college were intense, and in my first semester I hadn't yet found a guy that was suitable either for dating, or even a quick hook up. Most of the guys I had met in college so far seemed a little intimidated by my looks.
For her, I picked out a black leather Versace mini dress, so we would kind of match. And I loaned her five-inch, black patent leather Louboutin pumps too. While we put on our make up, Alina asked me, "Is there any guy you have your eyes on tonight?"
I nodded. "My brother's friend Sebastian."
Her face lit up. "Oh, my God, Sebastian's coming? He's SO gorge."
I giggled like a little teeny bopper. "Yup. I've had a crush on him since I was twelve I think. But he's always treated me like I'm a little girl and not worth the time of day."
Alina took my eye-liner and saying, "Hold still, Nat," accentuated the lines at the corner of my eyes. "He's not going to think you're a little girl in this outfit," she continued.
I added a last touch of glistening pink lip gloss and puckered my lips. "I hope not."
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The party started off fairly quietly, with our friends sitting around our basement lounge chatting and drinking. There were probably around 20 or 25 of them who came by in all. I kept circulating, making sure new arrivals were getting a drink, and I was definitely getting some attention from the boys because of how revealing and sexy my outfit was. Then around midnight, the group got smaller and we started playing quarters. A bunch of people had left early, but there were about ten left, with only three girls—me, Theresa and Alina—and the rest of them boys. Everyone was getting a really good buzz when Sebastian, who has a dark streak in him, said, "Let's play truth or dare." No one would contradict him so we all gathered together in a big circle around an oversized leather ottoman in the middle of which there was an empty beer bottle sitting on its side on a tray. Sebastian spun it and it landed on my brother, Gavin. He immediately looked over at Theresa and asked, "Truth or dare?"
Theresa thought a moment, and then said, "Truth."
"How many guys in this room have you given a blowjob to?" My brother was smirking, I think because she had given him one a couple of years ago when they dated for like six months. She thought for a second.
"Two."
Everyone had the same thought. If she had sucked Gavin off,
who was the other guy
? Everyone looked around, I didn't see any candidates for people who Theresa would have blown among the boys that were there. I saw Sebastian turn red. What? Was it possible she had blown her brother?
Whoah
. That family was crazy! Maybe it came with the territory of being ridiculously hot. You just couldn't not have sexual relations. She was wearing a black knit dress that was a sensible length at just above the knee, but with a crazy plunging neckline, that went down almost down to her belly button and revealed a lot of cleavage. I could see her nipples had gotten hard and were easily visible through the thin fabric. I think it was a Louis Vuitton dress because I had seen Miranda Kerr wearing the same one, and there was no way she could wear a bra with it. It made me wonder if she was going commando too, like Alina and me.
Theresa gave the bottle a spin and it landed on Tom, a cute, preppy guy who had been on Gavin's soccer team who always wore his Lacoste polo shirts with the collar up. Tom looked at me and asked, "Truth or dare?" I was pretty buzzed so I just blurted, "Dare!"
He narrowed his eyes, "I dare you to have a three-way French kiss with Theresa and Alina for no less than two minutes!" There were cheers from most of the guys. I began to blush and looked over at Theresa, then Alina. Theresa looked back at me, eyes glistening and smiled. "Fine with me," she purred.
Alina smiled and shrugged, and in her little girl voice said, "Okay."
I shrugged and said, "Okay, let's do it."
All three of us stood up, giggling a little nervously, and gathered in the center of the circle. I was wobbling slightly on my five-inch heels, as was Alina. We steadied each other with our forearms, and the soft touch of her fingers was comforting. I was surprised to feel a little slickness between my legs as I though about kissing both of these girls' lips. I had kissed a girl just once before during a game of spin the bottle, but that had been a quick peck a couple of years ago, and the girl wasn't nearly as hot as these two. I felt Theresa's hand circle my waist. The feeling of her fingers on my bare skin set of a wave of slight dizziness and heat in my chest. Her touch was electric.
Theresa turned to look at me. I closed my eyes and I felt her soft lips touch mine. It was magical—soft, sensual magic. I opened my mouth a little and I felt her tongue enter, like a little garden snake slithering into its hole in the ground. I met her tongue with mine. Two garden snakes doing a mating dance in the dark. It was delicious—so sensual, and so forbidden! I was flushed with embarrassment to be kissing a girl in front of a bunch of people, but was also overcome with the sensuality of this mesmerizing moment. I hadn't had a boyfriend in like a year, and hadn't even been kissed in several months and there was a pent up hunger in me that was released in that feverish kiss. I inhaled her scent and drank in her saliva. I kissed her even more passionately, feeling a real love for her. I had discovered that I was bisexual! I knew I liked boys, but I was liking this too. A lot!
I felt Alina's head join ours, pushing in between us, like a lamb searching for its mother's nipple. Theresa and I parted and Alina leaned in to kiss Theresa first. I watched them lock lips and it was really beautiful. They were both such pretty girls, and they were really into it. Neither was holding back. The boys were hooting and clapping. Then Alina turned her head, and it was our turn to kiss. It was weird to French kiss my best friend. But it was nice too. Not as dizzying as kissing Theresa, but still very sensual, and a bit taboo somehow. After a few seconds of our tongues wrestling, she pulled back and smiled at me, and said, "I had no idea you were such a good kisser, Nat." I giggled, "Me neither, Alina!"
