Although this story is set in high school, let me be clear that the all the characters actually involved in sex are eighteen years or older, usually seniors in the second semester.
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My name is Jon. I was a high school senior in a new york city "elite" private school in the 70s, when this story takes place. The school was a pretty unusual place. Its key elements will be revealed as they become important.
I'm a white kid dating a white girl in my class, but the class also has lots of minorities, some but not all of them on scholarship. We were mostly a nice group of kids, and except for a few assholes, we weren't hung up on coming from different backgrounds.
What we were hung up on was sex. Somehow our school had developed this unusual sex culture. I won't even fully explain it, but again focus on the needed elements for the story. Despite being kids, we all understood that still sex was not for true minors, and most of the rituals and customs were limited to eighteen-year old "kids" in senior year, as a way of getting ourselves ready for the crazy college campuses of the day while still among mostly "friends."
In a class of my senior year class of two hundred smart kids of both sexes, I was one of the brainiest, and so was my girlfriend, Chloe. We were a little different from some of the other really geeky intense kids, though, in that we were both considered attractive: Me, a tall-ish guy with brown hair, bright eyes and broad shoulders; Chloe, a shy, cute, blue-eyed blonde, also on the tall side, with really cute legs and a cute ass--not quite a plump bottom, but perky enough. Nothing wrong with Chloe's breasts, just not as standout. Her face was very girlish, her nose slightly on the long slide but cute, her mouth pretty (and skilled). Still, she assembled to be a very cute, pretty, desirable young lady, with a definite sparkle and a nice body.
We were dating since early junior year on and off. Very UN-typical for the times, Chloe had refused to give up her virginity to me, and I was having my doubts if I should keep trying. That said, we did have the "everything but" routine going on, and that was a lot of fun in its own way. And Chloe was good company-- And I loved her. I was not happy that we were going to end up at college hundreds of miles away from each other the following year. Chloe seemed less concerned, which maybe should have been a warning sign with hindsight.
Then one day at the end of the school day on a Tuesday that I remember too well, as I was about to drive us to her family's place, right when we got in the car she confronted me.
"Jon, I'm not sure how to tell you this, so I'll just spit it out. It's happened." I had a sinking feeling right away that I knew what she meant. "James passed me a note at the end of history class on special stationery, with a nod and a knowing smile." She paused. I knew what this meant, indeed.
You see, in our school culture, among the eighteen year olds, male and female, everyone knew who was a virgin or not. And there was a rule that any of the really well hung athletes in the class--there were five--could invite a girl to a fuck session whether she had a boyfriend or not, and this was considered fair play. The girl could be a virgin or not, but the virgins were favored targets. A girl could turn them down, but then she would be blacklisted from being able to fuck any of the hung athletes at the school, and furthermore the school alumni at their college would likewise be informed to perpetuate said blacklist. Basically, the pressure was on for the young girls to decided if they wanted the option of having hung athletes as a part of their young life or not. They were faced with a binary situation. To complicate it, the inaugural coupling, that first fuck, was always with someone of a different race, adding a taboo to the mix, and it could never be someone you had dated or were already good friends with.
This has been one of the reasons I had so badly wanted Chloe to give me her virginity, to avoid this, because the virgins were so targeted under "the rules." Based on how even-tempered Chloe seemed, now I was thinking that she deliberately stayed a virgin to be most eligible for this near-anonymous fuck session. Indeed, intuitively I was certain. It fit together too well.
I was quiet and just looked at Chloe silently, waiting to see what else she had to say and finally she broke the silence: "I have to give James [who happened to be an incredibly well-hung black adonis, who was also very smart and generally a nice guy] my answer overnight in a reply note, and if I say 'yes,' I am to leave school publicly holding hands with him on Friday to walk to his house. Since you are my boyfriend, in accordance with 'the rules,' you can walk behind us and come and watch and tend to us as we like--if you want to."
Chloe paused again. And I again was sullenly silent.
"Well," she continued, "I guess I can't expect you to be thrilled. I guess you are also sensing what my answer is going to be." She paused but briefly for effect. "Although you are such a great guy, Jon, and I really do love you as I know you do me, I am going to say, 'yes.'"
Chloe turned to me with even more earnestness. "I have to do this, Jon. I'm too sexual a person, and knowing that this option would probably materialize, I have done my homework. Almost never does a girl regret going this path; but almost always a girl who passes it up does come to regret it. That's what I've learned. And although I know James can be arrogant, the other girls say he is basically a sweet and considerate lover."
More silence. Then I told Chloe that I needed to clear my head, that I would drop her home and then she would know my feelings about this by whether I followed her and James on Friday or not. I know she was hoping for a more upbeat reaction, but she said she understood and gave me a loving hug when I dropped her off.
As soon as I got home, I took a warm bath and let my mind wander and consider things. Then I started to visualizing Chloe and James together. Before long, my modest white dick was six inches rock hard. And I had my initial answer. I did also talk it over with my best friend, Mike, later. Mike thought I would be crazy not to. "Why not?" he said, "This girl is getting ready to ditch you for guys at her own college next year anyway. Why not have a hot experience?" His words wounded me, but he was right of course.
I think I had secretly been fantasizing this would happen, that I would get to be part of this kinky exercise in such a safe environment as amongst my school chums. Although I wasn't full-blown "bi" or anything, I did get turned on by seeing other guys bigger cocks in porn, reading and watching a range of material, even at that young age.
Just like Chloe needed to explore her sexuality, I decided this was a good time to explore mine. Most of the guys in my situation in school tended to do as I now planned. I would bear no reputational issue if I did. Quite the contrary. So why not?
It was settled, but I still decided to let Chloe sweat it out the next few days. I think she was worried what people would say about her if I didn't love her enough to want to be there and look after her happiness. From my end, I was pretty sure she had been toying with me, teasing with me with the never-real possibility of MY having her virginity. The whole time we were together, she was actually saving herself for going through the "rules" ritual with one of the hung athletes. Kind of bitchy, but I, too, was turned on by the whole scene so I guess I couldn't blame her too much.
