Dear Diary,
What a night! My first college party! I'm way too hyped up to sleep right now so I just couldn't resist writing about every thing that happened. Just the thought of it still gives me butterflies in my stomach, but it's in a good way, I think. It's finally time for this 18 year old to grow up and start exploring new things. Especially with the help of some hot boys...
Amanda and I heard about this party from Abby. I played soccer with Abby her freshman year. She's Alex K's younger sister and therefore very popular. I'm not really sure why she would ask US to go to a party, but that doesn't matter, the point is she DID.
Thankfully Amanda's dad is totally cool and doesn't have a curfew for her. That's why I'm writing from over here at her house tonight. This is the first time we've had s really good reason to go out late, though. My mom would kill me if she knew what we'd been doing tonight. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, though, right? She'd be so ashamed if she knew what her good little girl Callie was up to tonight.
I spent a long time deciding on just the right thing to wear tonight. I wanted to make sure I'd fit in. Deciding on the cute short jean skirt I got last week was easy, but I wasn't sure what kind of shirt to wear. I didn't want to look too slutty but I didn't want to look like an immature little sophomore, either, so I went with my black t-shirt with the scoop neck. It's clingy but not tight, and the neckline does a good job of showing off some cleavage without looking like I'm trying too hard.
These tits of mine drive me crazy. Amanda with her little barely B cups says she's totally jealous of my full C's, but she doesn't know what a pain in the ass they can be. I guess they fill out a shirt nicely, especially in contrast to my flat stomach and gently curved hips. I thought letting my hot pink bra strap peek out just a little made me look older than 18.
I was SO nervous by the time we got to the party! It was at this guy Damon's house, he graduated from our school last year. We just walked right in like it was no big deal and headed straight for the keg. I don't have a lot of experience drinking beer, I swear, but I knew I need something to help relax me.
Amanda and I found a spot near the fireplace to stand and survey the room. I tried to look nonchalant as I looked around to see if there was anyone I knew there. Mostly everyone there was older. They all walked right by us like we didn't even exist, and I started thinking maybe I wore the totally wrong thing, or they could tell we were high schoolers.
Just then I spotted Peter, that totally hot guy I've been writing about since, like, my freshman year. He is a senior too but is way cooler than me and my friends and is so freakin' hot. Dark messy hair, dark brown eyes, and that smile that just gets me every time. Diary, those lips are to die for. He and his friends all have those sleek athletic bodies, you know the kind that you can just tell is strong but not too muscle-y. I'd be happy for a glance from any one of those hot guys (just like about every other girl who knows who he is), but Peter is the one I think of at night when I'm lying in bed, trying to get to sleep. Just the thought of those lips touching mine is enough to send my own fingers trailing down between my legs.
So he was there! And he was looking at me! He gave me one of those smiles that make me weak in the knees before turning back around to talk to his friends. Amanda was so jealous! She likes his friend, Brad, but what girl can resist Peter? Then the most incredible thing ever happened. He walked over to me! Me, with all those hot college girls there!
"What's up, Callie?" he said. He knew my name! I guess that's not totally out of the question seeing as how I did play soccer with his friend's sister. "How's it going?" he asked.
"Hey, Peter, pretty cool party." I said, trying to sound like it was no big deal that I was talking to the hottest guy there. Not sure if it worked, but at least my voice came out sounded normal. He smiled at Amanda and then nodded back towards Alex and Brad.
"My friends and I are going to take off and head over to Andre Park. Do you and your friend want to come?" Was he kidding? Hell yes! I glanced over at Amanda and we exchanged grins.
"Sure," I said. Peter took my hand and led the way out to Alex's car. My heart was thumping in my chest. It felt so good to have him touching me, even just my hand.
Ten minutes later we pulled up at the park. In the car Brad had been whispering in Amanda's ear and nuzzling at her neck. I'm sure she was loving that! She and Brad took off to a dark corner of the park. I could only imagine what kind of trouble they would be getting into.
Amanda has much more experience than I have. She met some boy last November and ended up fucking him in his parents' hot tub. She likes to brag about it and it pisses me off. I've kissed a few boys and even let some of them run their hands up my shirt, but never anything more than that. I'm not even sure I'd be ready for that, but I do wonder what it would be like. I'm sure Brad was in for a good time with Amanda.
Peter, Alex, and I walked over to a shadowy area of the park and sat down on the grass. Alex pulled out a joint and lit it.
"Try this," he told me, passing it over. I never had before but didn't want to look like I didn't' know what I was doing, so I took a long drag and started to cough. Within 3 minutes of passing the joint around, my head started feeling funny and I couldn't stop laughing! I lay back on the grass. Peter lay next to me, propping himself up on his elbow. I looked over at Alex, who was staring up at the sky, then back over to Peter and gave him a shy smile.
"How're you feeling?" he asked me, resting his hand on my stomach. "Fine," I said quietly, or at least I think I did, it was getting hard to tell at that point. I felt him slip his hand under my shirt. His hand felt cool on my hot skin.
"Peter," I whispered.
"I won't if you don't want me to," he said, leaning over as he brushed his lips against mine, sucking on my lower lip. I swear I tried to stop him, I didn't want to be hooking up with Peter while his friend was so close by, but it felt was too good, his skin against my skin. I let my eyes fall shut and felt him pushing up first my shirt, then my bra.
He leaned over and cupped my right breast with his hand, putting his mouth over my nipple, tracing it with his tongue. My nipple grew taut as the warm air hit the cool spots where his tongue had been, and I felt a little moan escape as Peter brushed his thumb over my lips with his other hand.
Just then I felt a hand slip under my skirt and trace the inside of my thigh. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Alex sitting on the side of my opposite Peter, grinning down at me.
"Hey," I started to protest, but Peter put his mouth over mine and kissed me deeply. Alex's fingers grew more insistent, climbing up between my thighs to where my legs met, stroking me through my cotton panties. Peter took my hands in his and pushed them up over my head, and held them there gently by the wrists with one hand as he continued to kiss me and stroke my hard nipples.
I felt Alex's finger slip into my panties and start to explore between my legs. By this time I couldn't help it, I was starting to feel really wet but my head was reeling from the combination of pot and Peter's hands on my body. I felt like I should try to stop them but my hands were caught and any words I tried to say just ended up coming out like a whimper. Alex slipped a finger up inside me and started slowly working it in and out.
