All characters in this piece are over the age of 18. Events are depicted as they occurred...with just a little embellishment and desire mixed in.
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As my senior year in high school was coming to an end, I reflected on my life so far. I had tried my best to stick to the straight and narrow. I'd avoided marijuana and other drugs completely, and only had a sip of alcohol here and there. I'd been dating Julie for 2 years, and we'd never gotten much past second base - and that had only happened recently. Her favorite move was reaching into my pants, under a blanket in the dark, while I put a finger inside her. She'd rub me until I ejaculated into my clothes. It was messy, but it felt pretty good.
We'd never gone beyond that and I was ok with that, but I admit that I had urges to try more things. Unbeknownst to Julie, I'd carried a lone condom in my wallet throughout our relationship just in case we ever decided to take it to the next level. We never did...I guess we both bought into the idea that we should wait until the "right moment" or even until marriage so that it would be "special."
But we weren't getting married: As senior year was ending, Julie and I were heading to different colleges and it made sense to just end it. So we did, and I found myself single for the first time in years. I knew just who I wanted to pursue: I'd known Kate for a few years and we were somewhere between friends and acquaintances. She always caught my attention, though, and I secretly wanted to get much closer to her. Her long curly dark hair, freckles, and unguarded smile delighted my innocent side. But the tight sweaters she wore that showed off a large chest and hips cushioned with a soft layer of baby fat stirred up strong sexual urges in me. I'd sit in bed looking at her yearbook picture imagining making out with her and caressing her breasts. I admit I was a bit of a romantic - the fantasies were usually more Romeo and Juliet than pornographic.
Then, that summer after I had graduated, I was at a local diner late at night when I ran into Kate and her best friend Rachel. I also knew Rachel from school and she exuded an "anything goes" vibe and a confident demeanor that was unnerving to me. She seemed to know this and had taken to aggressively flirting with me recently. I always tried to ignore it because I wasn't attracted to her. Here she was with her straight dirty-blond hair, a too-tight button-up shirt that strained over her pudgy B cup breasts, bared navel over an unfit stomach, and wide strong-looking thighs in tight jeans. When she saw me, she made a bee-line to me with a devious grin on her face.
"What's up?" said Rachel. "I'm happy you're here because I'm a little drunk and was hoping you'd make sure I get home safe." She was licking her lips. "I heard you and Julie are over. I promise you'll have more fun with me tonight than you had in two years with her."
"Haha," was all I could muster in reply. I didn't like Rachel, and her sexual innuendo made me awkward. I wanted to tell her to go away, but I can't deny I also felt aroused. More than once, after she'd said something provocative to me, I'd gone home desperately needing to jerk off for a release.
Kate walked over to the table. She had her curls unrestrained and bouncing and was wearing a tank top that revealed her deep cleavage with a short pleated skirt flitting over her toned thighs. The overall image was one of cuteness and purity. The two of them in front of me, for just a moment, looked like angel and devil.
"It's good to see you," Kate said. "It might be one of the last times I do!" Kate was referring to the fact that neither of us had plans to stay in our hometown much longer.
"I know you aren't much of a partier, but maybe you'd like to come to Laura's house with us tonight? Her dad's out of town and a bunch of us are getting together as a sort of going away event. What do you say?" Kate looked at Rachel, who smiled back at her and nodded slightly.
I thought about it for a moment. She was right, I wasn't much of a partier, but after graduating and ending it with Julie, I was eager to try something new. Plus, this was finally my chance to get closer to Kate. "Ok, for you, I'll come!" I said, trying to show Kate I was interested in her.
"Oh yeah, about time you came for me!" said Rachel, flirting and not understanding that I wasn't talking to her.
I blushed, looking at Kate, who gave me a sweet smile and said, "I'll see you there!"
So that's how I ended up at my first house party with a cheap can of beer in hand, sitting on a couch next to the girl of my dreams. The alcohol was increasing my courage, and as we spoke I rested my hand so that I was touching the exposed skin below her skirt. Two dozen or so former classmates swirled around the house, but I was content sitting right here.
As I finished the first beer, another was thrust into my hand. I looked up and saw Rachel with her permanent smirk. She'd unbuttoned the top of her shirt revealing the clasp of the pushup bra supporting her flabby tits and some skin from her chubby stomach below. "Drink up!" she said.
Disgusted, I took a large swig of beer and turned back to Kate. She seemed to have noticed my hand touching her leg, but rather than moving it, had spread her legs slightly to increase the contact. Her tongue ran across her glossed lips and I imagined pulling her in for a kiss worthy of a scene from a cheesy romantic movie. Rachel walked away and Kate and I continued reminiscing about our times in school and plans for the future. Kate arched her back as we talked, accentuating her voluptuous chest, and I felt myself growing hard in my pants.
Before I knew it, beer number two was gone and someone had handed me the next one. I was getting tipsy and bolder, and I moved the fingers of my hand, slightly caressing Kate's soft thigh. She giggled flirtatiously as we spoke and she looked deeply into my eyes with her mellow brown irises. Time stopped for me and I felt a combination of anxiety, love, and lust whirling through my body. After who knows how long, I realized I had to pee like crazy. I learned that's what happens after you drink 4 beers—or was it 5...6?
"I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back, please don't go," I said to Kate.
"Don't worry, I'll be right here waiting for you," Kate said comfortingly. She moved to let me off the couch and as she adjusted her legs, her skirt pulled up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a skimpy black thong barely covering her sweet honeypot.
Trying to hide the erection that was now straining to break free from my pants, I adjusted it down my pantleg. That made me stand up awkwardly and—really feeling the effects of the alcohol—I nearly lost my balance. As I began to crash to the ground, Rachel appeared and stopped my fall. I ended up with my face planted directly between her breasts as she held my weight. Even with her bra on they were incredibly squishy and I caught a whiff of the cigarette she had evidently just been smoking. Just awful. Making matters worse, her hand was positioned right between my legs and as she propped me back up, she ran her palm up the length of my thigh. That movement led her right to my rigid shaft, which made her pause, grip my length just slightly, then look directly into my soul with her green piercing, almost evil eyes.
"Oh my," she teased, finally releasing me. "Is that for me?"
Embarrassed and repulsed, I said nothing and quickly made my way to the bathroom. When I returned, Rachel and Kate were talking and laughing together on the couch. They both looked up at me with mischievous smiles.
"I was just leaving," said Rachel. She glanced down at my crotch, then back up at my eyes. I wilted from the energy she was projecting and then felt ashamed when I realized that her look was arousing me. She walked away, and I couldn't help but take a quick look at her full ass and wide hips as they stretched the material of her form-fitting jeans.
