Junior Year Box Set

She saw my concern and grabbed my hand to lead me off the dance floor where she got me a bottle of water that I desperately needed. We were standing in the hall where the volume of the music was muffled enough that we could talk without shouting.

“Do you know where my friends went?” I asked.

“I think they’re either upstairs or down in the basement.”

It took me a moment, but I figured it out. It seemed we weren’t going to the swingers party after all. I was caught off guard when she pushed me up against the wall and tried to force her tongue into my mouth. It was kind of funny because of our height difference. At first, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this with her until she grabbed me and squeezed my manhood through my jeans. I had to smile when I thought of the old joke of her being the right height to suck me as I used her head to hold my beer. She broke our kiss, and I tried to catch my breath as she deftly undid my pants and freed Mr. Happy. I wasn’t hard, but that didn’t stop her from taking me into her mouth.

I just leaned back against the wall and grasped her neck to guide her action. My unit started to thicken and lengthen as I began to move my hips to help her. I looked down as Mr. Happy became fully hard and I shuddered. This just seemed so wrong. If I didn’t know better, I would have told you a twelve-year-old was desperately imitating a vacuum cleaner. It was good that I had seen her in better light or I probably would have lost my erection. This girl was serious about what she was doing. She had both of her little hands wrapped around the base and stroked me as she fought to get as much of me as she could into her mouth.

“I’m going to explode,” I warned her.

She pulled off my dick as I began to erupt. The girl shrieked when I made a mess all over her clothes. She had no one to blame but herself, because she had my johnson in her hands and could have pointed it away from her. She gave me a hateful look, but it quickly softened.

“I need to change.”

“I need to pee,” I said.

“Come up to my room. I have a bathroom you can use, and you won’t have to wait in line.”

I followed her upstairs and saw her frown because the door to her room was cracked open. We heard the sounds of sex from inside. I don’t think she was pleased that someone had decided to use her room. She opened the door. There are just some sights that can never be unseen. On the bed were Wes and a male gymnast who was in the process of giving him pleasure, if you know what I mean. My urge to pee hadn’t diminished, so I quickly went to the bathroom to take care of business. I shook my head; this made a few things clearer about Wes.

When I came back out, Wes and his new friend were gone. I was still horny but didn’t see myself spending any more time with this girl. So I decided to see if she would be my plus-one.

“I hear there’s a swingers party. Would you go with me so I could get in?” I asked her.

“I just sucked you willy, and you’re asking me to go to a party where you can get laid?” she asked, which summed it up pretty well.

“Yep.”

The girl thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. I was glad Rick had told me where it was because I didn’t feel like hunting for him and the rest of the guys.

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I was glad I brought Sadie. Yes, we finally got around to introducing ourselves. Sadie had a car, and the swingers party was a ten-minute drive. While we could have walked, Sadie didn’t feel like it. On the ride over, she gave me some conditions.

“If I decide I don’t want to do this, you have to leave with me,” she said.

I didn’t really feel like I owed Sadie anything but didn’t want to have to find someone else to go with. When we got to the house where the party was purported to be, you would have never guessed one was going on. We walked up the sidewalk to the front door when a lady stepped out of the darkness, startling us. She was smoking a cigarette, which explained her lurking behavior.

“You need to go around to the side door,” the lady told us.

We walked up the driveway. The house was probably built in the 1950s and had two stories plus a basement. I knocked on the door, and a woman in her forties opened it. She had on a robe. I wondered if this was really for me. I didn’t think having sex with a lot of women my mom’s age was what I really wanted to do. She invited us into what was a combination mud and laundry room.

“I don’t think I’ve seen either of you here before. May I ask how you found us?” the woman asked.

I explained that Rick had told us about the party. Her face brightened at his name; he had evidently made a good impression. Then she gave us the house rules.

“If you want to have sex with someone, just ask. If they say no, then don’t make an ass out of yourself, just accept it. If you have sex with someone, you must wear a condom. If you don’t have any, there are bowls of them around the house. We accept donations for the food and drink. Most people give us twenty bucks,” she said.

The woman could tell I was hesitant.