Junior Year Box Set

His mom’s comment about me helping him find a girl made me wonder if Wes simply didn’t have any experience or what his deal was. That was crazy, though. He had to be the big man on campus at his high school. There must be girls lining up to show him a good time. If not, then he had to have had Health Class. They covered STIs when I took it. I turned to Dan, who had listened in.

“I’ll take care of it,” Dan assured me.

Wes confused me, but I was on a mission. I told the guys they had to at least try to find a date to the swingers party. I wasn’t sure how well they would do, but if they at least came up with a few, it would make it easier.

We heard the party before we saw it. If this happened at home, we’d be shut down before we got started. The music could be heard at least a block away. When we got close, I saw several football players in the front yard with beers. What I didn’t see were many girls. The football players recognized our chaperones and started talking to them. I saw a guy holding hands with a pretty dark-skinned girl who had the biggest eyes I’d ever seen. I walked up to introduce myself.

“Hi, I’m David. Would you help me?” I asked.

She turned to her boyfriend who looked at me curiously and shrugged.

“Maybe,” was her tentative answer.

“I’m looking for horny college girls for my friends and myself. Do you have any idea where I might find them?” I asked.

“You might try a bar,” her boyfriend said.

“Most of us are too young to get into a bar,” I said to shoot down that suggestion.

“The gymnasts are having a party. They’re always complaining that no one asks them out,” she said.

I had visions of limber pixies doing naughty things to me and smiled. I got directions to their party. It took me a few minutes to find everyone because they were all busy drinking beer.

That was when the world as I knew it went completely off-kilter: Alan had picked up a woman. It had taken him less than ten minutes, and he found someone willing to go to a swingers party with him. We are talking about my best friend who has unfortunate hair. Think crazed-poodle hair. He’s also a confirmed nerd and has the body to prove it. The girl Alan had with him was neither mentally challenged nor horribly disfigured. Every guy rates women within the first few seconds of seeing them. I would give her a solid seven. I smiled when each of my guys got a determined look. They were not going home to hear about Alan hooking up and them having to rely on me to get them laid.

When we arrived at the gymnasts’ party, the scene was a little surreal. It was like a group of giants invaded a village of elves. Most of our guys were at least six feet tall, and nearly half were six-four or taller. The girls ranged from four-eight to five-five. The guys with them were also gymnasts and weren’t much taller. The good news was the guy-to-girl ratio at the party was about three to one in favor of girls.

The thing about gymnasts was that they were used to running around in tights that showed off their bodies. I was glad to see that most of them were wearing revealing clothes, be it skintight jeans or skirts that might not be legal in some states. When they moved, you would catch a glimpse of a butt cheek that told you they were either going commando or had on a thong. It didn’t take the horny guys long to start working on the girls. It seemed the girl at the last party had been right: the girls took an immediate interest in my boys.

In every group of girls, there is always the one in charge. I saw her watching the goings-on. I needed to win her over, or this little stop would be for naught. She looked like she was probably a senior and she had a scowl on her face. She was five foot nothing, with bright red hair and a chalk-white complexion with freckles. If she smiled she might be a six, but with the scowl, she was a four at best; that was why no one had approached her. Then a song came on that had a good beat, so I walked up to her.

“Want to dance?” I asked.

She turned her scowl on me, and I almost flinched. Only a woman who hates men can get that look.

“It’s just a dance,” I said in my defense.

She licked her lips and gave me a curt nod. The guys better remember that I got first choice. I would do the ‘take one for the team’ bit only so far. Once we got into the swingers party, I would dump this sourpuss.

Alan and his date joined us on the dance floor, and soon we had a crowd. When I didn’t run away or try anything funny, the girl began to relax. When she found out I could hold my own on the dance floor, the hint of a smile came onto her face, which made her much more attractive. I personally had a fetish for redheads with freckles. I looked at her more closely and saw she had a really nice athletic body but didn’t have any boobs to speak of. My gymnast kept me on the dance floor as it slowly seemed to clear out. I glanced around, and the guys I came with were nowhere to be seen.