Oh damn, I'd rather be at the club than here but my boyfriend, Jeremy, insisted. I love him so much. I'd do almost anything to make him happy. We're seniors in high school and have been going out for the last six months. I had a crush on him for over a year and he finally noticed me once I turned eighteen and my body became more womanly. He's a jock, a star on our football team. I know he doesn't love me for my straight A grades and brain. But I'd don't care. I just want to be with him. He was the first and only boy I've had sex with or ever wanted to. He has my heart forever. I can see an Amanda, Jeremy wedding in our future.
Here we are in Kyle's parent's rec room. He's Jeremy's best bro and the quarterback on our team. Most people think he'll get a scholarship to some big university. Jeremy, idolizes him. It's eleven o'clock at night and Kyle's parents are out of town. Cindy, Kyle's pretty cheerleader girlfriend is here too. We're laughing, talking, drinking beer and smoking grass while listening to our kind of music.
Now Kyle has put on some slow sexy music and turned down the lights. He and Cindy begin an intimate slow dance and are soon necking passionately as their body's press together swaying to the rhythm. It's easy to tell where they're heading.
Jeremy stands and offers me his hand to dance. I rise, kiss him and we begin. I can tell he's hot and horny. I whisper in his ear, "Let's go to your place and make out."
He answers in a low firm voice, "No baby, this is good."
Okay, I think, if that's what you want. We kiss deeply. I look over at the other folks. Kyle's hand is massaging Cindy's bum through her short skirt. I can see his eyes in the semi-darkness looking at me as he kneads her bottom. He has an evil smile on his face that sends a worry through me. I look away and lean my cheek against Jeremy's muscular shoulder. Soon, I feel my man's hands slide to my bottom and caress my ass-cheek. It's embarrassing to be intimate in front of others, but I'd never say anything, especially in front of Jeremy's teammate. Luckily, I have my jeans on, not a skirt.
I hear a groan from the other couple and Kyle says in a deep voice loud enough for us to hear, "Yes, baby, feel my dick. Yes, just like that."
Oh god, I get a panicky feeling and hold Jeremy tighter.
He whispers into my ear urgently, "Feel me." I hesitate. He says quietly but firmly, "I said, feel me."
I comply and cup his crotch. His penis is soft but soon thickens and lengthens.
He gives a manly grunt and says loudly, "That's right Amanda, stroke my cock." Oh god, how embarrassing.
We dance on and soon Jeremy's hand slips below my jean waistband and down to the bare skin of my bum. This is all making me very horny. I peak over at the other two and Cindy's skirt is hiked up at the back and Kyle's hand is massage her ass under her red panties. Kyle is looking at me with a big shit-ass grin on his handsome face. He watches as Jeremy reaches up to my breast and cups it through my sweater. Having him watch me makes me feel like a slut but I close my eyes and feel the pleasure of my boyfriend's touch. The beers and the marijuana we've been smoking reduce my inhibitions. This sensuous play all seems so natural and loving.
The music ends, and Kyle puts on another slow ballad.
My boyfriend asks, "Where's the washroom Kyle?"
"It's upstairs and down the hall on your right. Do you mind if I have a dance with your girlfriend?"
"No, go ahead."
I surge of adrenaline goes through me. I can't object. Jeremy disappears and Kyle opens his arms and I move into his embrace. He is tall and his body is rock hard. I lean my head on his chest and our bodies slowly rock intimately together. My body is a bit stiff as I'm confused. Kyle is so masculine, and his embrace feels instinctively great but enjoying it feels like a betrayal of my boyfriend.
He whispers in a manly voice, "Jeremy is so lucky to have such a hot girlfriend like you."
I squeak out a nervous, "Thanks."
"Yes, you have such a nice ass." His hand goes to my bottom. My mind is in a panic. Do I make a scene? Do I do nothing? Fortunately, Jeremy comes back into the room. I'm saved.
Kyle shouts, "Hey, why don't you dance with Cindy. Your girlfriend is a great dancer."
Both his hands are massaging my ass in plain sight and I expect my boyfriend to say something.
I hear, "Sure Kyle. Good idea."
Oh heavens. Maybe I'm just being a prude or something. We slowly sway to the beat of the music. I look over at Jeremy and Cindy as they're both getting intimate. She is even kissing Jeremy around his neck and ear as he feels her body.
When my back is away from the others Kyle shoves his hand deep into the back of my jeans and under my panties. His index finger even slides down my crack. Thank god, Jeremy can't see this.
He whispers into my ear, "Yes, I've been admiring your sweet body since you've been going out with my best friend."
He moves a hand to my breast and cups it.