Author's Note:
This is another installment in my series of related stand-alone stories about the women in a monthly neighborhood Book Club.
All sex is between those 18-years and older.
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Prologue
After the cellphone text interruption, I pressed 'Play" for the audio book to continue.
'She rose from her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and took the offered solo cup, gulping down a healthy swig of beer before handing it back. Then without words or direction, Melissa knew what to do. She wanted it, ... no, she needed it just as badly as the others in the room, noticing all their thermometers rising in this hot scene. She wondered if her roommate watching from the doorway was feeling the heat.'
Listening to her story as I drove to my appointment, the urge built in me and became overwhelming. The bra was too thick when I clutched at my chest, and I couldn't pinch my hardening nipple. But I wanted some kind of relief! I squirmed in my seat needing it, and I couldn't resist anymore!
Reaching into my purse on the passenger seat, I rummaged blindly through the contents while using my other hand on the steering wheel to keep the car on the road. I sought the three-inch long distinctive cylinder shape the fingers of my right hand knew so well.
'Discarding her panties and bra, she crawled onto the bed naked and into position on her hands and knees. Melissa stopped with her head at the side of the bed. She opened her mouth with hunger in her eyes as she looked up at the next one anxiously standing there, waiting for her attention."
As the audio book continued, I finally found it; about the size of my thumb, a little larger than a tube of lipstick, with one tapered end and the other end belling out just a little. Withdrawing it, I pressed my thumb desperately trying to find the small button on the belled end, then held the button down until it started shaking in my hand. I arched back in the driver seat as I slid the tube down under the waistband of my leggings settling it against my growing clit and left it there, trusting my panties to hold it in place.
"As Mark placed the purple head between her lips, his friend bucked into her from behind, pushing her forward to devour the fleshy shaft."
Now placing both hands on the steering wheel, I tried to focus my attention on the upcoming curves in the road as the story and vibrator reminded me of a night so long ago. A place just like in the book where she was taking two guys at the same time.
In the story, she was already on her third and fourth studs at the fraternity party that evening. The scene from the audio book sounded so familiar, and I wondered if Melissa would end up taking them all before the night's over.
My gawd, when Allison picked this for our neighborhood book club, I didn't know how much I'd relate to it. This brought back memories from that evening at my first college party over twenty-five years ago, ... from that other life years before I met my husband, a part of my life he knew nothing about.
Intro
Did you ever have a life changing moment? Something happens or a few things happen together so quickly that you can never forget? Something that changes you forever? Well, it happened to me when I was almost 24 years old.
When I was growing up, my best friend Lynn and I (Wendy) lived beside each other for as long as either of us could remember on the poorest side of town. I was two years older, but she was the only girl close to my age in our very small neighborhood. Her family had a little more money and a nicer house than the one I was raised in, since her father had a real job and worked for a living.
My family was living on disability payments from the government with my dad claiming some imagined back injury and mom unable to read or drive a car. Starting when I was about five years old, I spent many afternoons playing at Lynn's house, with her mother often inviting me to spend the night there.
When Lynn's mother heard raised voices coming from my home next door, usually on a Friday or Saturday evening, she would turn on the TV or some music to drown out the noise, and she'd tell me I was sleeping over that night. She knew my parents were drug addicts, having watched mom's growing dependence on painkillers after I was born. She told me later that dad worked so hard for three years taking care of me and my mother, that when he hurt his back, he just gave up. So, she tried to help me if she'd hear them growing angry, when money and supplies were low. But at my young age, I merely knew they were my parents and had God-like power over me when I was at home. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I realized how dysfunctional my home life really was.
In the ninth grade, Lynn hooked up with a steady boyfriend with her parents' encouragement. Bob was handsome in a rugged way, hardworking, and he was like a rock with his dedication to his girlfriend. He just seemed a little too up tight and controlling toward her for my tastes. But Lynn's parents liked Bob, trusting him to always watch over their teenage daughter.
I was almost two years older than Lynn and our classmates, since mom didn't bother to enter me into school when I was eligible. It took social services intervening a year later to force her to send me to school. Even then, I had to repeat the first grade due to missing too many days. So, being older than most of our classmates, most of the boys we knew in junior high seemed too young for me. And my own parents were not the type I'd ever want any boyfriend to meet.
When we transitioned to senior high school in tenth grade, I was able to find older boys about my age, and I was looking for an escape from living at home. At age 18, I might have left home. But without a high school diploma and having no skills, my options outside of my home, such as it was, were no better. So, I remained living with my derelict parents to finish the last few years of high school.
Even though I grew up with those drug addicts, my parents didn't allow me to try drugs. I doubt it was out of any concern for my health or safety, and more likely that they just didn't want to share their own supply. By the time I was old enough to understand what was going on, the sight of them in their stupor on the weekends convinced me why I never wanted that life.
When I was eighteen, I spent more time in the evenings outside of the house looking for any kind of diversion or entertainment which didn't cost money. Some people might think even a poor, thin, plain-looking, busty girl could find her way into nightclubs and easily hook up with a guy who would pay for her drinks. But with the twenty-one-year-old drinking age in my state, I couldn't get into the local nightclub or any of the bars. Everybody in our small town knew everybody, and the bar and nightclub owners weren't fooled by fake IDs.
I often resorted to hooking up with older boys or a few who were my age, and there were four guys I could always count on as regulars with their gang leader, Rick. They always had ways of procuring beer, a bottle of wine, or even hard liquor. Rick even pointed out a local drunk who would buy it for them. I just wasn't about to deal with that drunk on my own, knowing what he'd want me to do with him for the liquor. I may have been a slut, but my gawd, he was disgustingly filthy!
Yes, once I started drinking, I enjoyed sex! At first, it was alcohol which loosened my inhibitions, after Rick offered me a few drinks. But the guys would start teasing me or daring me to do things for another drink, and I found the excitement in their eyes to be my aphrodisiac when they would cum for me. They wanted me! And I enjoyed their attention, which was something I found missing when I staggered home at the end of the evening. That liquid courage the boys gave me helped me by numbing the sounds of my parents' fights when I'd return home.
I didn't really have sex to pay them for the alcohol they provided, because I wasn't a whore! After a few drinks, I found it just as exciting that I could excite THEM! And it wasn't just Rick and his friends, but there were others as well. Many of the boys I knew wanted to spend some time with me! They all knew it only took a few drinks to get me started. I was rather popular, just not one of the A-lister types.
I'll be the first to admit my lifestyle had its downside. But I didn't catch anything in high school the free clinic couldn't cure, except for that one time in my senior year when it took an abortion pill to fix it.
We finally graduated high school, and Lynn, Bob, and I went to a university not far from home, where Lynn and I shared a dorm room on campus. Bob wasn't the frat boy or partying type, so Lynn wasn't into the weekend drinking and partying either. She focused her studies on the arts and creative writing, while I was satisfied with general studies, not really knowing what I wanted to do. The only reason I went to college was as an easy way to get the Pell Grants and student loan money, so I could afford a safe place to live away from my parents.
I was never a high achiever in school. During my last two years of high school and after I turned eighteen, I was focused on going out at night and using Rick, his friend's, and others' alcohol to numb my return to that dysfunctional home life. So, in college my drinking habit was hard to break, and studying was low on my list of priorities. I didn't do any other drugs, as those where my parents' choice of entertainment since I was born. But if the alcohol flowed, my mouth and legs were easily opened to whoever provided it.
