Jill was one of those girls who had gained a reputation for being slutty without having really done anything to warrant it. Five feet nine, curvaceous figure, and short black hair (inspired by Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction), she had never tried to hide her femininity, but never really flaunted it, the rumours were the product of jealous gossip by girls, and foundationless boasting by boys.
Which isn't to say she didn't *want* to have sex, it's just that that the guys she knew were pretty immature, and seemed to be intimidated by the thought of her 'superior experience', as they no doubt thought it to be, and of the ones that weren't like that, someone else always seemed to get to them first! The truth was, she was a virgin. She didn't want to be, it's not like she was saving herself, and she was by no means embarrassed by the subject, but it just never seemed to happen.
Many were the times that she had lain back on her bed at night, after 'striking-out' at a party, thinking of the guy she wished she was with, and, gently biting her luscious lower lip, she would lie naked in her room, running her fingertips over her clitoris in small circles, sliding a dildo in and feeling its shape fill her, and the sweet, satisfying feeling as she pulled it back and pushed it back in, all the time getting deeper and deeper, until finally, clamping down tightly on it, her body would shudder and she would imagine her man thrusting deep into her as they came together.
But it was never quite enough. As much as she loved her plastic pals, she yearned for the closeness of another human being. Well, she told herself, she would meet the right guy, and hopefully soon, it should be easier now she was about to start university, there'd be so many guys to choose from! And hopefully one or two guys choosing her!
She looked in the full length mirror in her room. Damn she looked good. Tonight was the night of the summer party at James' place, the last one before university. It was late august, and everyone would be either celebrating their exam results or drowning their sorrows.
Jill examined herself a final time. The red flower in her hair seemed to accentuate the paleness of her skin, a testimony to the fact that she was no fan of sunny weather. She wore her new black halter top and knee length matching black skirt. Heeled shoes consisting mostly of thin strips of black leather and a small black-sequined purse completed the ensemble. Yes, she was a fan of black, it brought out her eyes and full red lips!
She heard the car horn, and hurried down stairs. After saying goodnight to her parents, and promising not to do anything they wouldn't (which left a lot of possibilities open, she thought wryly... but that's another story!), she stepped out into the warm august evening. Her best friend Sarah was there in the car, looking like she'd made a real effort with her appearance, she could barely recognise the plain girl she knew from school! Jill got into the car.
"Wow! You look great!" she exclaimed as she hugged her friend in greeting. Sarah grinned.
"Thanks, so do you, I told you that top was a good idea!"
Sarah was a petite, five feet five inches, and tonight she was very pretty indeed. Her shoulder length blonde hair was held in place with dragonfly hairclips, her deep brown eyes a contrast to Jills own striking green ones. As Sarah turned her attention to pulling out into the road, Jill found her gaze slipping down to take in Sarahs low cut floral print top and short white skirt that was revealing a lot of tanned leg.
"Wow," she said for a second time, "You certainly are being a bit daring tonight aren't you?"
Sarah chuckled, "Yeah, I don't know, I thought, you know, I might try it on with Greg tonight"
"You go girl," Jill laughed, "But try to concentrate on the road will you?"
For a moment she thought she caught Sarahs glance move to her own more ample cleavage, but couldn't be sure. Jill had long suspected that Sarah was bisexual, but had never raised the issue, deciding that she'd tell her in her own time, if she was. Not that she hadn't thought about it before... it would be... interesting if something were to happen there...
"God, I hope I pull tonight... I really need some attention" Jill laughed. Sarah chuckled and agreed with the sentiment.
Jill was getting bored now. She'd had several drinks, Sarah had disappeared god knows where, and the conversation was just meaningless gossip. Getting up, she felt more wobbly that she had expected. This party would be going long into the next morning, so she decided she could lie down for an hour without missing too much. Moving out of the small side room into the large hallway, she stumbled right into the arms of someone. She looked up into gorgeous blue eyes.
"Oh hi Greg," she grinned drunkenly, "I thought you were with Sarah?"
