Chapter 01: The Beginning
High School – Senior Year
I am a very, nasty, very promiscuous lady; if anyone really considers me a lady at all. Even though I started doing gang-bangs at the age of 18, it still took me quite a while to formulate my current perverted outlook on sex. Do you find that surprising? You shouldn't. It really takes a while to get as extreme as I am. But if you'll read on, I'll tell you all about how I got there.
I never knew my father. My mother had me in the backseat of an old Desoto when she was a teenager. It's a miracle I survived. My grandmother was the one who raised me while my mother grew up. Eventually she married a guy who was twenty-five years older than her, and a drunk, to boot. But he had a job, and we had food on the table and a roof over our heads. All in all, he wasn't so bad; he was always loaded, and would come home, and either watch television, or fall asleep in his recliner. The big thing was he didn't beat my mother, or me, as some of my friend's fathers did them. And to his credit, he never fucked around with me.
Here I was, just turned eighteen and still very much a virgin. Not by choice, mind you, but let's call it happenstance. As you read on, you might think I intended to get laid that day; with the skimpy little outfit I put on. But I never even thought of it as a possibility. That was just how my girlfriend, Elsie dressed; and I wanted her to feel comfortable enough with me to tell me the juiciest details of what it was like getting laid. Besides, it wasn't uncommon for girls our age to dress skimpily when our hormones were reverberating up and down our spines and MTV led us to believe that as far as sex was concerned, everybody was doing it except us.
Excuse me – Elsie had set out to get laid the night before, and I was hot to hear all, and I mean all the smarmy details.
True to form, Elsie was barely out of bed when I got there. When saw her face in the window of her side door, she looked pissed at being disturbed. But when she saw it was me, her eyes widened in surprise, and then her face lit up. She flung the door open, and greeted me with a big hug.
I could smell her hairspray, and a hint of some perfume she'd put on the previous day. I let myself melt into her, as her embrace tightened into something more than just a friendly hug between school chums. I felt very close to her at that moment, and I even remember the sting of tears in my eyes; although for some reason I'm not sure why to this day.
She finally pulled me away, but left her hands on my shoulders, and from only inches away, she stared into my eyes. I had to look up at her, since she was several inches taller than me.
"I did it Dee," she said, and hugged me again.
"Tell me! Tell me!" I crowed.
"Get that boney ass of yours inside and I will."
Moments later we were both curled up on her dilapidated couch. Yeah, the rest of the house was a mess too. (Elsie's parents both worked to support their drug habit. They pretty much left her to fend for herself. I can't recall ever seeing any food in the house other than cupcakes, which were a favorite of Elsie's, and always to be found hidden away from her parents who had no qualms about taking them for themselves with no thought of her hunger pangs.)
"So, you and Stevie did it, did ya?"
"Did we ever!" Elsie chirped.
Stevie Coglin lived across the street from Elsie. The two of them had been friends since early childhood. They had been in the same class every year up through the first semester of senior year. But his Dad had been transferred across the country to California, and they had no relatives with which Stevie could stay until he graduated.
"He didn't know what hit him," she said and started jumping up and down.
"So tell me!" I yelled to get her to stop jumping and to keep me from doing it too.
"Okay, okay. I shucked my usual bra and panties and wore this 'new,' (read Goodwill retread) almost transparent, white sundress, which was perfect for the occasion. My folks were out supposedly working, but I knew they had to renew with their supplier, so I had the dump to myself. I cleaned off the couch...."
"This very couch?" I asked.
"The very one," she said, beaming happily at me. "And made sure I had a package of condoms available."
"Did you have to buy them?"
"You bet I did, and it was easy too. I just browsed the condom section and waited until this woman made her selection. I picked the same brand and paid at the register. It was easy as pie."
Stevie came over a little after six. I was taking no chances and made it earlier on purpose. It turned out to be a good idea, 'cause it left us time for seconds and thirds."
"More than once?" Now I was jumping up and down.
"You bet your sweet ass, Dee. And he went down on me."
"No way!"
"As God is my judge," she replied, holding her right hand in the air.
I believed her. She had no reason to lie, and besides, we were best friends.
"Anyway, once he got there I had him sit on the couch. Now, Dee, I have to tell you I practiced standing so that the sun was behind me. That meant that Stevie could actually see me through the white sundress. I mean really see me! Remember, I wasn't wearing anything under the dress."
I squinted, trying to envision her standing like that. My pussy twitched. It was startling how hot my imagination made me get. I had to resist rubbing my puss while Elsie went on with her seduction.
Elsie continued, saying: "I told him I had a going away present for him. He asked me what it was, and I replied, 'Me, silly!'"
"You really said it?"
"I did, and what's more, I went on to say: 'I want my first time to be with someone I really care for. And I do care for you, Stevie.'"
"Before he could say a word, I sat on his lap and kissed him."
"When the kiss ended and it was a great kiss, let me tell ya... he started unbuttoning the sundress then slid the dress off of my shoulders. He touched my tit and I grabbed his cock... it was rock hard. The next thing I knew he was sucking my tits. I let him until I started going crazy then I had him stop and take his shirt off.
"He's a swimmer, did you know that?"
"No way! At our school?"
"Yeah fucking way, Dee. And I rubbed my hands over his chest. It was so fucking smooth that I was kissing his abs and tasting the salt around his belly-button while he was digging his fingers into my pussy. Did I tell you my sundress was up around my waist by this time?"
"No, but I get the picture and it's sooo fucking hot!"
"Dee, I had to see his cock! I mean I would have fucking died if he stopped me."
"He didn't tho, did he?"
"No way! In fact he wasn't wearing any underwear."
"I thought so, he's a guy; they want us to touch their cocks."
"And you know this how?" Elsie asked defiantly.
I blushed and admitted that my mother had told me. Elsie nodded, accepting my story, anxious to continue hers.
"Anyway, his cock was fucking beautiful! I couldn't take my eyes off it. I wanted to play with it so many different ways at once. I mean, it fucking scared the shit out of me the way it jumped out of his shorts. Like a jack-in-the –box, 'BOING!'"
"I went to grab it and somehow he made it jump. I screamed because it scared the shit out of me. He did explain that when he's excited it jumps like that sometimes. He said it kind of throbs when it's a boner. Boner, I never heard it called that before, but if you think about it, it does resemble a bone, or a Rhinoceros horn, you know?"
"Did you blow him?"
"Ewe! Don't be so fucking crude, Deidre.
I ignored her, and asked her again, "So did you blow him?"
She waved a hand as if dismissing me, but answered my question, saying: "Yes, I sucked his cock if you must know."
