It had been a long year: A levels had taken it out of me, and the struggle to make money to get to university had meant that I'd worked in a pub, as a pizza delivery girl and- as some of my stories on this site have attested to already- as a paid whore for my history teacher. 18 had definitely been my most eventful year so far. I had fucked and sucked and studied and partied and I was exhausted.
But finally A level results day had rolled around, and all the hard work had paid off. I had the 3 As I needed and had secured my university place. I was jubilant, I was celebrating and by 9pm I was hammered. I had never felt so happy or so drunk, and with my sixth JD and coke firmly in my hand I perched on a stall at the back of the pub, surrounded by fellow students who were celebrating (and a few who were commiserating) ready to start the rest of their lives.
It was hot and humid August night and all of the girls in the gang of twenty or so of my fellow students were dressed in skimpy clothes. My huge double-F cup tits were sweaty in the flimsy white top I wore, and my nipples peeped through the damp fabric. The boys in the group could barely keep their eyes off of me and the drunker they got the more obvious they became. The other girls were looking equally sexy, and even though I was the girl in the group with the biggest boobs, there was a girl called Louise who was almost in my league, with a big pair of double-Es, that were spilling out of a halter-neck dress. We found ourselves sat, by this time, in a corner with a friend of ours called Dan, who was telling us what beauties we were and asking what he'd have to do to get us into the sack.
Dan was a really average guy- average looks and average intelligence- that I had known since year 9 Geography. He wasn't geeky but neither was he cool and I had never given him a second glace, but suddenly tonight his interest in me and the high spirits, as well as the alcoholic ones, meant that I was considering for the first time that we might be able to have some fun. Louise was clearly not into it, but Dan was relying on the fact that I was flirting back and that she was my friend to keep her interested. The rest of the group were unaware of the potential threeway situation that was emerging, but I was intrigued. Since everything with Mr. Newark my sexuality had well and truly ignited and I was up for whatever happen that night.
I got up to go to the bar, my short purple skirt riding up to show a mile of tanned, smooth leg, and Dan's eyes popped out of his head. Telling Louise not to go anywhere, he got up and followed me, saying that he'd give me a hand with the drinks. The bar was crowded and it was easy for Dan to use that as an excuse to rub himself against me. I felt his erection against my hip.
"See what you do to me, Beth?" he purred into my ear. I laughed.
"Dan," I said, "I have never shown the slightest interest in you. Ever. What makes you think this is going to happen." He leered down my top at my big, firm breasts.
"Because it's results night, you're hot and you want it." I smiled. He had a point. "And because I've heard all about you." I raised an eyebrow. "You and Mr. Newark." I smirked.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He smiled again.
"I don't care, Beth." He said hotly. "I'm not going to tell anyone. I just know you're into fucking. And I think your body is gorgeous." His hand crept between my thighs, in the scrum of bodies at the bar, and he pushed a finger into my thong, feeling the lips of my wet little pussy. "I want to fill you with cum and I want Louise to be there while we do it." I breathed heavily as he pushed the finger in further, the booze and the heat conspiring to make me whoozy, "you're the hottest girl in the sixth form and I want you." He withdrew the finger. "Meet me in the back carpark of the town square at 10. Bring Louise." And with that he was gone.
I ordered seven shots of Tequila and downing one, I carried the rest over to the table and checked my watch. I had half an hour. I set three shots in front of Louise and three in front of me. She looked surprised but pleased and merrily downed them as I eyed her up. As I'd already mentioned she had lovely big, firm breasts and tumbling black hair. I didn't consider myself to be bisexual but I was curious about a sexual experience with a woman and knew I wanted to try this. She wasn't wearing a bra and the curve of her tits spilled from the fabric of the dress. We had been friends, not best friends, but friends, since we were thirteen and had sleepovers together. I'd seen her in her underwear and knew she had beautiful soft, tanned skin and lovely long legs. I imagined what her pussy would be like, tight and I imagined, covered in hair that was dark like that on her head. She'd had one long term boyfriend and knew she'd had sex. I knew how I would make my move and once she'd drunk the tequila I decided to take her outside into the pub garden.