Getting Lucky 11

It was just another generic party. At the University there's generally one somewhere around the place every weekend. I drop in at one every so often as they can be quite fun. I also get the hell out of there if I find the party is shaping up to be hell on earth.

If there's a bit of drink at the party I don't mind as I liked a drop now and then. If there's a few drugs floating around I ignore it as none of my business. I don't partake myself but if others want to be stupid that's their problem. If there's a lot of alcohol or drugs them I'm out of there. That sort of thing leads to trouble so I'm careful not to get involved.

Of course every party has a number of boys trying to get lucky and an equal amount of girls determined that those boys won't get lucky. I won't deny that some of those boys and girls might decide to get lucky together but as long as they are mutually agreeable it's no-ones business but their own. Was I ever one of those girls who got lucky? That's a no comment question.

It was late spring and the weather was warm, warm enough that I could dress lightly for the party, basically undies and a sundress, one with shoestring straps. Fortunately I had a bust that filled out the top of the sundress very nicely. (I had a small zip at the side of the dress to assist in keeping the top up.)

I fronted up to the party and grabbed a beer. The way I looked at it the beer would last me quite a while and people wouldn't be offering me another drink when I obviously had one. I don't particularly like beer so I wasn't going to be guzzling it down fast and reaching for another. I could make one beer stretch for over an hour.

I wandered around the party, chatting to people I knew, getting introduced to some people I didn't, avoiding some people I knew (you would, too, if you knew them), ignoring some obvious non-entities (non-entities where I was concerned. Others might find them very interesting), and sizing up some of the unknowns who looked interesting.

"Who's he?" I asked Muriel, nodding to a guy who was wandering around. Everyone but me seemed to know who he was.

"That's Josh. He's a guard on the team. Massive brute, isn't he?"

That he was. Over six foot tall and seemed to be six feet wide. I'm not saying he was fat, just very solid, and a lot of him. I immediately marked him down as one guy who would probably get lucky tonight. Multiple times the way some of the girls were clustering around him. I wouldn't mind some one-on-one time with him myself but I wasn't going to compete with the twittering horde.

When I finally finished my beer I sought out the bathroom to eliminate it. Beer goes through me rather fast. I found the bathroom, relieved myself, and tidied up. I was turning to leave when to my surprise the door unlocked itself and Josh walked in, relocking the door behind him.

"Excuse me?" I demanded. "The door was locked for a reason."

"Yes, I know, and now it's been relocked for a different reason. I'm Josh. You're Merry."

"The hell I am. One beer doesn't make me merry. If you'll excuse me, I'm leaving."

"Your name is Merry," he said with a grin. "I asked."

"Well good for you. If you'll excuse me?" I repeated, trying to move past him.

"Don't be in such a hurry. I'm curious about a couple of thing."

I didn't ask what he was curious about. The way his eyes were wandering I suspected that I knew. He proved me to be correct by brushing my shoe-string straps off my shoulders.

"Damn it," he muttered when the straps flopped down my arms but my top stayed firmly in place. The only impact his actions had was to make my breasts tingle and I could feel my nipples responding. I gave him a nasty look.

"Just what was that supposed to prove?" I asked.

"That you've got more bust than dress, I think," he replied. "I thought the top might fall away leaving your breasts exposed for me to feast my eyes on them."

"Well as you see it didn't," I snapped.

"True, but what if I do this?"

With that comment he reached over and unzipped the little side zip. That alone might not have worked but he also gave the front of my dress a tweak and that was it. The top came down and my breasts were on full display. At my age I didn't really need a bra even though I was full breasted.

"You had no right to do that," I said in a rather pointed tone. (Did you notice I said he had no right, not don't do that. I actually got a bit of a kick out of him doing it.)

"I've got no right to do this either," he said, "but I'm doing it."

With that his hands came up and covered my breasts. My cheeks were hot with embarrassment but it wasn't embarrassment that was making my breasts swell and my nipples stand tall. That last was purely due to Josh fondling them.

"Will you stop that?" I demanded. I shouldn't have asked. I should have demanded but I didn't really want to.

"In a moment," he said in a soothing tone. "Ah, if you'll excuse me for a moment longer..."

His hands dropped away from my breasts, gliding down my sides and under the dress where it was bunched at my waist. They didn't stop there but kept right on going, sliding down and managing to collect my panties along the way.

Now I was really offended. (Well, perhaps I wasn't but I was certainly excited.) To show my displeasure I pushed him. Luck paid a hand in that. You can't pull a girl's panties right down without crouching (unless you've got gorilla arms). Pushing firmly against his shoulders and he fell backwards onto his butt. That was all the luck I had as he was still between me and the door, not that I was going to run out the door with my panties and dress tangled around my ankles.

Chuckling Charlie was back on his feet in no time and reaching for me. He backed me up against the bathroom cabinet, hands already wandering over my unwilling flesh. Unfortunately the way my flesh was reacting you'd never guess at the unwilling part. My nipples were standing proud and my pussy was hot and wet (and covered by an exploring hand).

I was all, "Stop that" and "leave me alone", struggling in a genteel manner. (Genteel as in slapping at his hands and trying to push him away as opposed to punching him on the nose, scratching his face, and dampening his ardour with a well-placed knee.)

He ignored my struggles and protests (if he even noticed them), picked me up, and sat me on the cabinet. I found myself hoping it was stronger than it looked. As soon as I was seated his hands were on my knees, pushing them well apart, with him moving between them to prevent me bringing them back together and safety. This was immediately followed by him undoing his trousers and dropping them.

Looking down I could see the full extent of his, ah, manliness, and it was proportionate to the rest of him.

"You've got to be kidding," I protested and he laughed and moved closer.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the cabinet and just like that his erection was pressing against me. He certainly knew what he was about. His hand dropped down, one to his cock and one to my pussy. A minimum of manoeuvring and he was forging his way into me, my passage happily accepting him, even if it was being stretched in an abnormal way. (I said my passage happily accepted him, not me. Officially I was against this. That's what I'm claiming anyway.)

As soon as he was well on his way to taking me his hands dropped to my thighs, lifting them and pulling them around him. They seemed to just lock around him, holding him tight, actually pulling him towards me, wanting him deeper. (An automatic body reaction, that's all.)

Once he was fully home he released my legs, his hands finding my breasts a greater attraction. He started massaging them and at the same time he started pumping into me. I was hot and wet and well and truly ready for this, pushing hard to meet him with every thrust. (One must make the best of an unfortunate situation, after all.)

He just gave his best, thrusting in hard and often, taking my response for granted. My eyes were fixed on his face, looking at the gentle smile he maintained the whole while, his eyes just holding me prisoner right up until mine closed and I just drifted, just accepting the whole experience.

At the end my eyes popped open, knowing what was about to occur. I was opening my mouth, knowing I was about to scream. He swore and clamped a hand over my mouth, and I climaxed, long and loud. At least it would have been loud if his hand hadn't forced me to swallow my scream.

He ejaculated inside me, I could feel it, and I praised the inventor of birth control tablets. He disengaged and zipped up. Then he slipped out the door, somehow locking it again from the other side. (I really had to find out how he did that trick.)

I cleaned up, easy enough seeing I was in a bathroom, dressed, and returned to the party. The first thing I did was grab another beer. I felt a second one wouldn't be amiss. I might even grab a third one later on. Not a fourth as that would make me a little tiddly.

I wandered around the party for another hour or so. Yes, I took the third drink and reluctantly abstained from a fourth. Deciding it was time to go home I edged over to the door and stepped outside.

"Leaving already?" asked Josh, slipping a hand around my waist.

"Um, yes," I agreed, "without you."

"Oh, don't worry. I wasn't going to follow you home. I will escort you if you feel nervous but the area's safe enough."

"Yes, it's the party that was dangerous," I replied, prying his hand off me. It didn't go far, just moving onto my back. I started to walk away but he stayed with me. It took me a moment or two to catch on but I found that he was shepherding around to the side of the building.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, puzzled. Just what was he playing at?

"There's something here you need to see," he said affably. "It's just down here."

A few yards later he stopped and said, "Here it is."

"Here what is," I demanded, irritated.

"A lonely and private spot," he said. "Just what we need."

Even though it was night there was a full moon and it was quite bright. I could see his face clearly and no doubt he could see undoubtedly see the puzzlement on mine.

"You're a little slow tonight," he said. "Must be all that beer you were guzzling."

"Three beers and I wasn't guzzling. I sipped them in a ladylike fashion."

"Maybe but they seemed to have slowed your mental acuity. Want me to explain?"

"Please do. Using small words so that I'll understand."

"I'm going to have you lean forward against this wall, bracing yourself with your hands. Then I'm going to lower your panties again and take you from behind. In case you haven't guessed I want more of what you so graciously permitted earlier."

"Permitted?" I demanded, scandalized. As if I'd had any choice. (Well, possibly if I'd scratched and screamed it wouldn't have happened, but I shouldn't have to do things like that. No. I'd been given no choice.)

"Now if you'd be so kind as to lean against the wall?"

Was he serious? Did he really expect me to lean against the wall so he could pull down my panties and screw me? What about what I wanted? It sure wasn't to bend over before some Neanderthal and let him follow his instincts. Especially when his instinct was so large. I could quite distinctly remember what it felt like to have it invade my body. Maybe that was why I was breathing hard.

To my extreme mortification I found myself doing what he wanted, turning to face the wall, bracing my hands against it while I leant on them. He simply lifted my dress and pulled my panties down as though the whole thing had been preordained. Next thing I knew his erection was pressing against me, pushing past my lips, eager to molest me once more. The way I was heating up it appeared I was just as eager to be molested.

Josh proved that he could do two things at once. Even as he was thrusting into me he was undoing that little zip on my dress and pushing the straps down, hands sliding under my dress to close over my breasts. Then it was a case of fondling my breasts, squeezing them in time to the way he was thrusting into me.

I found myself pushing to meet him as he drove into me. Apparently my ego had decided 'what the hell, why not'? Even as he was working me over I found myself contemplating the morality of what was happening. Was this rape, reluctant seduction, or gross stupidity? The jury was out but leaning towards option 3. (The bathroom incident started as 1 and moved on to 2 once I saw that weapon of his.)

I was slightly puzzled at Josh's current antics. He wasn't pounding my pussy quite as heartily as he had earlier. He was definitely having his fun but it seemed just a little bit subdued compared to his earlier effort. Not that I had any real grounds for complaint as he was certainly doing a good job of it. He was also going for a lot longer than his earlier efforts. I certainly had no objections to that part as every thrust was just heightening my arousal. I was right on the edge and the rhythm he had established was holding me on the brink of a sensational climax.

Even though my brain was a bit fuzzy at the moment I did manage to work out what was going on. Josh had shot his gun earlier, really unloading into me. Now he was in the business of reloading and taking his time doing it. Why not? He was already in place to start shooting when he was fully loaded.

I could tell when his testicles decided they were bearing a full load. He suddenly upped the tempo and that was all it took to tip me over the edge. This time my own hand muffled my scream. He gave a deep groan and was jerking about, apparently unloading his pistol once more.

After we separated he grabbed me and gave me a deep and sensual kiss, a kiss hot enough to almost have me climax again. Then he promised to see me again, real soon. I took that with a pinch of salt. He hadn't asked for my number, address, or surname. How was he going to find me? There again, the chance of getting lucky again can do wonders for a boy's locating abilities.