Back in high school my I had a very close group of friends. We had only really come together at the end of high school; we were a mix of seniors, juniors, and a few graduates who already had moved on to college. When our group came together, I was one of the seniors. We began having get togethers in a friend's house at the beginning of senior year - lots of alcohol was consumed, lots of weed was smoked, and good times were had by all.
Needless to say this group of attractive young humans had a strong need for sex. We lived in a relatively liberal mountain town, where the sex and weed were basically free. However, the group was not really used for hook ups, as you might tend to believe. Actually, it was composed of solely monogamous boyfriends, girlfriends, and a group of singles with romantic interests outside the group. There wasn't intermingling or scandals or cheating; really just a group of good kids, some of whom were involved with each-other, getting together and having a great time. Nevertheless, our outings would usually wind up with the couples making a silent retreat into the bedrooms for some fooling around while the singles stayed up talking with each-other until the sun came up. At the end of the day, it was hard for anyone to resist hot, drunken, high sex given the opportunity. That is, except for the singles, who refused to hook up with one another- it was probably a good idea too, otherwise things would get awkward.
Now its worth noting, reader, that I was a bit of an outcast in my friend group. I was the funny guy who gave everyone a belly cramping laugh once in a while, but I wasn't really like everyone else. They were all cool, attractive, confident, and interesting people; at that time, I was a bitter, ugly, extremely sexually frustrated 18 year old virgin. I had never had a first kiss, never had a hand held, never touched or been touched. We only really hung out because we had similar interests, and I liked them a lot. I was very happy, and lucky, that they let me be their friend.
Over the summer after graduation, I certainly spent a lot of time with this group. The juniors became seniors and the seniors got ready for college. We partied and hung out basically every other day. This story takes place during one of the last times we would hang out before we all left for college.
A flurry of texts were exchanged in the days coming to plan out a party (or kickback, morelike) extravaganza at a house. One of our friends, Mikayla, volunteered her house to host the get-together. Mikayla was one of my best friend's long term girlfriend: a short, brown skinned Southern-European 19 year old with a cute body and smile. She isn't quite what I would consider "hot" conventionally, but she still had the ability to get my blood going on occasion. She had a little bit of extra fat on her tummy, but she had silky smooth beige skin and luscious black hair that, when coupled with her innocent little smile, really could do it for me. She just gave off an aura of cuteness, and I took notice of her best features when I was particularly pent up (most days, mind you): her genuine smile when I made her laugh, or her steady breath when she slept peacefully. When she leaned over in certain ways I'm not ashamed to say I glared at her healthy ass. She was the subject of many of my late night fantasies. I distinctly remember many occasions imagining my hands clenching her hips as my cock slid in and out of her golden brown body, in reality frantically stroking my desperate member until I emptied my balls into the nearest napkin.
Anyway, the time came when nearly everyone arrived to Mikayla's house. I arrived to the sight of everyone inside. There was the usual solid group of 10, plus one of our good friends who was on break from college the year before, Grant. We all stood around talking for a good 20 minutes, laughing and making conversation as usual. Inevitably the topic turned to who would get the booze for the night.
"Alright then, who is going to get the drank tonight?" asked Archie, who had been my good friend for about as long as I can remember. Nobody immediately responded, since none of us had a fake ID, and all of us were under 21.
"Gabi, isn't your older sister in town?" asked Celeste, Archie's long time girlfriend. Gabi was a long time acquaintance of Archie's, and her older sister was known to hook up the drink when the time came around.
"No, she's out with friends in the city," responded Gabi. "Anyone else got an alch hookup?"
The question was met with blank stares.
"Okay, lets just go shoulder tap. Who's tryna roll out?" Grant surveyed.
"Yeah, I'm down."
"I'll drive!"
"Damn it, I hate when this happens! I hate shoulder tapping bums, they always ask for a big tip! Assholes."
Most everyone seemed pretty excited about getting the drinks. The two brash new seniors led the way, followed by the others. I wanted to stay behind and maybe catch a nap while they were gone; Mikayla wanted to stay and clean up anything that could be broken around the house before the actual kickback started; to my surprise, Celeste and Gabi stayed behind too, apparently just to talk in private. The booze-copping group made their way out to the cars and sped off to town to do their business.
The house got quieter as the sound of car engines faded away. We all chatted for a while, sitting at Mikayla's breakfast bar in the kitchen.
"Those pictures you Instagrammed of us at the pool last week were so funny, Tim!" Celeste exclaimed, referring to when me, Archie, Mikayla, and herself went to the community pool a week ago. Someone took the group photo of us four making silly faces and posing awkwardly, and I posted it.
"Who even took that?"
"Haha, I can't remember. but thank you!" I replied.
"Why didn't you all invite me?" asked Gabi, giggling, as we looked at the pictures on Mikayla's phone. "I love the pool!"
