The following weekend I'm afraid I wasn't a good girl either. I was careful to wash my dress without my Mum seeing it and told myself again I wouldn't behave like that the next time I went out with the girls. What would people think of me if they found out what I had done? I knew the names girls who slept around got called -- 'slag', tart', 'slapper' ...'whore' even -- and I dreaded the thought of people calling me things like that. What if word got back to my Mother what I had done? What would I ever say to her? She'd die of shame and so would I...
I went to my part-time job in the evening as usual and applied for interviews during the day but as the weekend approached, the phone calls began as the rest of the girls planed ahead. I told myself of course I would go out with them but that would be all -- have a good time, have some laughs but definitely NO SEX!
My best friend Jenny had gone up to Scotland to see Fraser and so I was going out once again with Jill, Karen and another girl from the holiday, Lynn. They'd chosen a different venue this time but still had the same objective: Go out, get drunk and get laid. I had even bought myself another new outfit that week, a skimpy black satin party dress which I thought was quite tasteful compared to the mini-dress I'd worn the week before. I thought it made me look like Audrey Hepburn but, looking back, I just looked like a teenager in a woman's dress.
Again I started off at Jill's house as she lived close by to me. Up in her room she was taking nips from a bottle of vodka she'd sneaked out of her parents' drinks cabinet and offered me some while she got dressed in front of me. She was only about five feet tall and, like me, had a big bust and curvy figure. It was great fun listening to her give a commentary on her clothing as she got ready, telling me that 'this bra always works' and 'these knickers have seen some action!', swigging from the bottle as she did and then passing it to me. We were both quite tipsy by the time Karen picked us up in her car an hour later. Once we were on the move, Jill took great delight in recalling the previous week's events, which brought shrieks of laughter from the others. I glared at her to stop telling them every detail but there was nothing that wouldn't embarrass her.
"The fucking cock on the guy I was with! What was it like Kath?" she exclaimed in Karen's car as we drove. I just shook my head and blushed. "...it was like that!" she screamed and measured a distance between her hands to show the other girls the length of it.
"And you wanna have seen her in the back" she went on, nodding towards me.
"Ooh cum on me John, let me see it John, do it all over me John, all over my tummy" she moaned, impersonating me with a high-pitched 'la-dee-dah' voice (they all said I 'talked posh').
"Jill!" I squealed "bloody hell, I didn't say that! Stop making it up!"
"Yes you did you bloody liar!" she replied laughing and then turned to the girls "She fucking did say that! She made him pull his cock out and wanked his spunk all over her. I fucking saw you do it you lying cow!"
"Well you don't have to tell everyone you know!" I blurted back with a grin, knowing it was pointless lying about it. The car was rocking with laughter as I added.
"...and besides, his name was Jim!"
The place Karen had taken us to was a small town several miles away that had a very modest little nightclub in its centre. It was really lively inside though and I soon found myself being approached by guys and chatted up. Watching the other girls in action, I was beginning to see that being bought a drink or being paid a compliment didn't oblige me to do anything in return, and besides, I wasn't going to repeat last weeks events even it seemed my friends were determined to do just that.
They flitted from guy to guy and I followed them, invariably being chatted up by one of their friends. I was effectively doing the same as them really, accepting drinks, having a quick conversation and maybe a dance before being pulled away and doing the same thing in another part of the club... all the while though getting more and more drunk. It was great fun and with someone like Karen around, the drinks we were being bought were always double measures and knocked back quickly.
Then she got talking to some guys she knew and, following her like little lambs, Jill, Lynn and I found ourselves being chatted up by them too.
Almost before I knew it, the music slowed down and one of the group of fellas made his move and got me up on the dance floor. As we danced he said his name was Bill. I'd have said he was aged around thirty and quite handsome with big arms and shoulders (by now I was already finding 'my type'!). He said he didn't live in the area any more and was staying in a nearby bed & breakfast while he finished off a job in the town and caught up with old friends. Not really taking in what he was saying, I looked up drunkenly into his eyes and I found myself kissing him as we circled slowly on the dance-floor.
'What are you doing?' said a little voice in my head as I opened my mouth to his. 'You have literally just met him and you're kissing him! Stop it! Get a grip of yourself! You said you weren't going to do this. What's the matter with you? Can't you say no to a good looking man? You know you'll feel bad about this afterwards. Do you want Jill telling everyone more stories about you? Do you want everyone to think you're ...a slut?'
"Do you want to come back? It's only across the road" he whispered in my ear and, without even thinking I nodded my approval.
When the lights came on, we were already making our way out the exit. I hadn't even said goodbye or told any of the girls where I was going. I could hear myself saying to stop and go back but the urge to be with this guy, to have a cock inside me again was almost irresistible - like an addiction.
Outside we hurried along the street, Bill pointing to the end of the road. As we passed an archway, Bill stopped.
"Sorry luv, I need to take a leak" he said and walked down into the darkness. I needed a wee too and whispered; "Hey, I have to go as well"
It was a covered archway beside a Pub, pitch black and with a cobbled floor, just to make it even harder to find your way along in the darkness. My eyes adjusted a little and I could just make out (but definitely hear!) Bill 'relieving himself' against the wall. I was bursting at this point and asked him to finish and leave. It was crude I know but I was unconcerned with being nice.
"Oh just go" he said dismissively. "I can't even see you, never mind anyone else"
Rather awkwardly, I wiggled into the corner, looking around just in case a door opened or someone came around the corner. I quickly pulled up my dress, tugged my panties to the side and lowered my bottom. In the least lady-like way imaginable, I pee'd and prayed nobody would catch me. I heard Bill zip himself up but he didn't leave.
"Hey, go away!" I snapped quietly but all I heard was him chuckle to himself and say "don't worry luv, I'm not looking"
I finished and got up, adjusting myself ready to leave.
Bill had other ideas.
