Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. To those of you sending me abuse via fake emails, well done, you are so brave that you will not stand behind your words. Cowards. Mica xx
This set in England in the early 1970's.
The room was quite smoky, and the party was beginning to draw to a close. Jade asked me to take her home before her dad started getting mad. After I had dropped her off, I went back, I knew that there would be an afters party.
It was always the same. There was a massive party, everyone from college would gather in Sal's Uncle's cellar from about 7, and the music was generally loud, the beer flowed with Martini or Babycham for the girls. Most of the boys bought Party Seven cans, and there was always a bit of a kerfuffle trying to find the opener. Everyone bought the cans, no one seemed to think about the opener, you only had to ask at the outdoor and they usually had one they could give you, but few ever asked. We usually opened them with a screwdriver. Someone also turned up with a keg that they had stolen from the back of the pub, but no one could work out how to open it.
Around ten o'clock people started to drift off as Sal had always let it be known that we had to end by eleven, it was her uncle's house and his rules. What few knew is that was a bit untrue. The rabble went by eleven, the doors were locked, and the private afters party started. This usually involved a stack of Tangerine Dream, Pink Floyd and Caravan LPs on the record player and the real substances came into use.
During the main party there was a lot of pot going around but little else. It was mostly alcohol, but once the uninitiated had left, the door was locked, and the rules were different. What happened in the afters party, stayed in the afters party. There was around sixteen or so of us, mostly couples but a few singletons like me; single now that I had taken Jade home. The lighting was reduced, an oil bubble projector providing most of the light in the room, giving strange oil filled patterns on the end wall and ceiling that the girls started to dance in front of.
I guess the drug of choice for most was acid, no one in our gang would touch Heroin. I didn't join in, but no one knew that; the unofficial rule was that everyone dropped. I wasn't a fan of drugs, I liked to be in control of my brain, and I still had flashbacks to when some idiot thought it would be good fun to drop some acid into my beer one lunchtime. There was a digger that came from the building site next to college and started chasing me round the college common room, whilst big black music notes spewed from the speakers. To me it was very real, and it was impossible for me to know that it was just the acid playing with my brain.
A few of the girls started their freak out, slow strange gyrations to the sounds that came from the Dansette in the corner. Sally took centre stage, her almost see through white crochet two piece outfit glowing from the UV black light in the corner, her arms swinging and swaying like branches of a tree in a storm. Shirley swayed to one side, her long maxi dress swirling and I watched as she put her hands behind her back and let her dress fall to the floor.
Shirley had quite a bust and it seemed to take on a life of its own as she danced, her bra barely containing it, the UV light making her bra and pants glow in the semi dark. Geoff stood to one side and took his shirt and trousers off and joined the girls, dancing in his glowing white underpants. Soon almost everyone was on their feet, freaking out to Nine Feet Underground by Caravan, fingers moving, arms swaying, the oil projector casting strange patterns on the nearly naked bodies.
I didn't want to join in yet in case it became obvious that I hadn't taken the required substance, so I just sat at the side of the room. Many of the dancers were coupling up and there was a lot of embracing and fondling, and there seemed no discrimination in terms of sex, possibly just whoever was nearest. I noticed Gill slowly dancing around the floor, rotating around the room and heading to my direction, she was more or less the only other person not coupled.
The caravan LP finished and Tangerine Dream's Rubycon came on. The dancing changed, more swaying, less freaking, and people started getting a lot closer.
"Looks like the Acid is kicking in," Gill said. "Come dance with me, otherwise it'll look odd."
Gill was a blonde, ponytailed girl from college. She was a bit studious, certainly not a dumb blonde, smallish bust and perhaps a tad heavier than she would like. Mentally shrugging I stood up and we moved away from the wall. We swayed with each other, our bodies moving in synchronicity as the music played at half volume, a rule set by Sally so as not to upset her uncle, but it was still loud enough that you couldn't really hear if people were speaking, and if they were, you couldn't make any words.
Gill moved closer to me, her breasts rubbing my chest, but no other contact. "Follow my lead," she said as she pulled off her dress. She was wearing white bra and knickers, which, like the others were glowing brightly in the light from the black lamp. I was transfixed at her boobs. Her bra was one of those ones that gave her a noticeable cleavage, and her nipples were quite pronounced, poking through the lacy material of her bra. I stripped slowly down to my Y fronts.
I looked around and quite a few couples were completely naked, dancing together, boobs, bollocks and cocks seemingly flying around unencumbered. One couple, Ann and Mike, were writhing on the ground, Ann on top, and Mike supporting her breasts in case they fell off I assumed.
I turned back to Gill, and as I danced close with her, she put her hands behind her back and then pulled her bra forward and off, dancing just in her knickers. Oddly enough, now I could see them all the more clearly, my attention was focussed on her knickers. She had quite a pronounced mound, the lighting making it more obvious. My cock started tenting my Y Fronts and I wondered if it would poke its was out through the pee hole.
Gill was now gyrating in my space, her body rubbing against mine, her crotch rubbing against my hard cock, her hands on my chest. She pushed me back towards the wall, "down" she said, and so I did.
She stood over me and pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them, a mass of blonde pubic hair now staring down at me. I pulled my pants down and threw them to the side along with my other clothes, and Gill bent her knees and crouched down over me.
I held my cock and rubbed it up and down her sex and then as I positioned it at the entrance to her fanny, Gill pushed down and impaled me. Oh my it felt good, her fanny was wet yet tight, I went inside her easily, but she gripped like she was afraid to let go and fall off a cliff.
"Don't you ever say a word," she said as she rocked back and forth, rising and falling on my cock. Our rule in our gang was the girls took the lead on contraception. They either took the pill or had condoms in their handbag. It was always easier for the girls to go to the chemist to buy the durex than for us guys, I guess because we probably either went to college with, or used to go to school with the girls behind the counter, and we soon learned that they did like to take the mickey out of us.
"As if I would," I replied, "What happens at the party, stays at the party." I really had little idea why she had decided to come and shag me, she had obviously also not dropped any acid. Gill and I had chatted a few times in the common room, but it had not been any more than that. Jade didn't go to college, she worked as a trainee cashier in a building society.
"One of the people here is not dropping and is reporting back to Sally later, so we have to look like we are out of it along with everyone else." Gill said. "I know it's not you, even though you two are close. I just know how you feel about drugs."
"Shit," I said, "why is Sally doing that?"
"She thinks someone is not following the rules and she is afraid that they will report back to her Uncle, or worse, her dad."
I was getting a little overtaken by the events, and having a pretty girl sit on your lap and shag you is a distraction. I could feel her pubic hairs tickle my cock as she pulled up and her fanny had a fantastic grip, I could feel my orgasm closing in on me.
"I am going to fill you if you carry on like that," I said quietly as she bounced.
"Good, it's got to look real." She whispered. Girl's rules.
'Oh it'll be real alright," I thought and started pushing up as she was driving down. Gill started waving her arms slowly in the air, swaying her body in time with the music, by now it was Lunar Sea by Camel. I felt the usual tightening and as she pushed down hard, I ejaculated, flooding her as I came. Gill made no acknowledgement, she kept rocking for a few moments and then leant forward, slipped off me, and lay quietly at the side.
I lay back too, eyes half closed, trying to look at the others in the room, seeing if I could see who was cheating. The light was too poor to see body language, I couldn't tell who was faking, everyone, except Gill and me, seemed to be shagging, there was one threesome in the corner, it looked as if Pete was shagging Mike in the bum whilst Mike shagged Ann. What happens at the party stays at the party.
We lay there for a while and then Pipers at the Gates of Dawn came on and the music tone changed. It seemed as if, at that point, many people chose to dance with different partners. "Go," Gill said, "dance with someone, but don't forget to move slowly and make it look as if you just end up in front of someone."
I got to my feet and slowly wandered around and started dancing in front of Lesley Ann. She was another friend of Sally's, I kind of knew her, but not really, and obviously as I was supposed to be stoned, starting up a meaningful conversation was not an option.
