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“Read em and weep, jack offs. Full house.” Lowell laid out his hand and the rest of did the same. After just a second to confirm, he collected his second pot in a row. “I could get used to this.” Every Friday night was poker night and it was Lowell, myself, our friends Nate, Rusty and Vic. This night we were joined by Matty Wakefield, who had graduated the year before the rest of us, had his own group of friends, but still knew us well enough to get together and have a good time once in a while.
We anted on the next hand and everyone settled in, music on in the background, that outlaw country stuff from the 70s we all liked. Rusty said, “Hey my folks are going to Foxwoods again next weekend.” Rusty, like most of us, had yet to move out of his parents’ house. “How about we get together at my place Saturday night?”
I nearly jumped out of my seat. It was what I’d been waiting for all summer. A party at Rusty’s house. Booze. Weed. All of us probably spending the night. My heart was beating in my chest. I looked around the table. “That sounds cool,” Lowell said. “Any chicks?” We all knew the answer was probably no, but it was funny, and Rusty’s cheeks went a flame red to rival his hair. I glanced again at Nate, and the others. A few others were looking at Nate. “I mean besides your sister.”
Nobody laughed, but it was hilarious. Rusty’s little sister Olivia was a few years younger than us, wasn’t really part of our group growing up, but she had always been around. She was skinny wore glasses and even had braces still. She’d always been awkward and had only recently begun to show womanly curves. At one of the recent parties, which also happened to be at Rusty’s house, Nate popped her cherry in her parent’s bed. He told us all about it, how she looked naked and also how difficult it had been, how she had bled on the sheets and even cried a little. He also told us how great he had been, but who knew what to believe there? That’s what we all would have said.
Over the course of the summer, Olivia embraced her newly gained womanhood. For the first time I noticed her when we went over their house. She began to wear tighter, skimpier clothes. She still didn’t have big boobs or a round butt, but she dressed and moved in a way that accentuated her length, her sleekness. It hadn’t been serious with Nate, not that I was aware, and I thought about her more and more as the summer progressed. I convinced myself I had a shot. All I needed was the right situation.
“Next Saturday?” I said it and my voice cracked on the first word. Everyone looked at me. “Yeah,” I said in a too deep voice. “Yeah, that sounds cool.”
The week passed, Saturday came, and it was much of the same for the group of us. It was a small party. Matty came and brought along two of his friends, but there weren’t any girls besides Olivia. She had a few drinks early in the night, but for the most part she let us be. I don’t think anyone even noticed her but me. She was wearing loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt, not the type of clothes girls wore when they wanted to be noticed. Her long red hair was pulled back and she even had on her glasses, which I hadn’t seen on her since she took to wearing contacts earlier in the summer.
The group of us hung out for some hours, music playing and watching a ballgame on mute. We had all scrounged booze from our houses and a few of us had weed. It was slow, by party standards of the day, but these were my friends and we were having a good time. I could tell, though, that Matty’s friends were bored and I was reasonably certain they were regretting the decision to come. Sometime around 10, Olivia walked into the kitchen to mix a drink. I was in there, along with Rusty and Vic and Matty and his friends. Nate and Lowell were in the living room watching the last of the game.
“Hey,” one of Matty’s friends said. His name was Mike and he was taller and seemed to be more outspoken than the other, who’s name was Clifford. “About time we fired up some more of that dope.” He was looking at me and I shrugged, looked over at Vic, who also had a little bit.
Vic shrugged too. “Sure,” he said.
“Okay. Let’s go outside,” Rusty said, starting for the back door. Vic and Matty followed.
Mike glanced at Olivia, who hadn’t even flinched at our plan. “You wanna come?”
I stopped in my tracks, and so did everyone else. Rusty was halfway out the door. He shook his head. “Naw. That’s cool, guys. Let’s go.”
“Sure,” Olivia said, not missing a beat.
“Okay,” Mike said. “That’s settled.” And he headed out, followed closely by Clifford and Matty, less closely by Vic. I looked at Rusty and he looked at his sister.
“What are you doing?” he asked her, clearly annoyed.
“What?” she said. “I want to come.”
He looked at me. For the second time in as many minutes, I shrugged. “What am I gonna say?” And I headed for the door.
As I exited, Olivia following me and Rusty lagging behind, I heard Lowell shout escort pendik from the living room: “Hey, you guys going outside again?”
So all of us went out, and we smoked everything Vic and I had between us, and we got rightly stoned. We went in without saying a whole lot and sat about the living room in silence. Olivia was on the couch and so was Nate, but Rusty was between them and I hadn’t seen them exchange as much as a glance. After a while, Olivia sighed and said, “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” She stood unsteadily and walked down the hall toward her room as a few of us mumbled our goodnights. I assumed that would be it. If there had been an opportunity for me to get her alone, I hadn’t noticed.
The game we were all half watching ended and a replay of women’s beach volleyball came on. We were sluggish and stoned and none of us bothered to change it. Before long we were watching it. I can’t say I’d ever found volleyball players attractive, but I did then. They didn’t have much in the way of curves, but they were toned and tanned and sleek. Limber, athletic and sweating in the sun. In some ways I was reminded of Olivia. She wasn’t tanned and she wasn’t toned in the same ways, but she was thin and she was long-limbed and she seemed limber for all I really knew. Maybe it was just the booze thinking for me. Maybe it was something else.
In any case, I wasn’t the only one thinking about her, because after not too long Nate just blurted out, “I gotta get laid.” He managed to pull himself up off the couch and started stumbling down the back hallway.
“Where are you going?” Rusty asked, not getting up, not even turning his head.
Nate kept moving and barely mumbled when he spoke. “Gonna see if your sister’s up.”
None of us said anything more. When he didn’t immediately return we knew what was happening. I contained my frustration, but Rusty found it less easy. “Fucking Christ, that guy,” he said. “Who does he think he is?” Nobody answered. A short while later he spoke again. “I’m drunk. I’m going to bed. You guys can sleep wherever.” I guess he thought Nate would be sleeping in Olivia’s room. That’s what I thought. That’s probably what everyone else thought too. Vic went down to the basement to sleep and Matty’s friends were talking about taking off.
But it wasn’t more than half an hour before Nate came down the hall, shirtless, sweating, and plopped himself on the couch. He stared at the t.v. “This is still on?”
We were all looking at him. It was Lowell who spoke. “Did you just fuck her?”
“Who?” After a second: “Oh yeah.” After another second: “She’s still primed too, if anybody wants a go.”
I thought he was kidding and maybe he was. In any case, I’d never considered the possibility that any girl would have sex with two guys in a row. Still, just the thought of getting in there with her, even after Nate had done his business, was enough to stir my loins.
Lowell said, “Huh?” Matty said, “Really?” And Mike said, “Well shit. Glad we didn’t leave just yet.” I still thought it was just a joke.
But Lowell was up. Mike was up. Matty and Clifford and I were just slow on the draw. Lowell and Mike looked at each other. Lowell looked down the hallway. “Probably best if I go in there, dude. She doesn’t even know you guys.” He glanced at Clifford. “I’ll find out what’s what.”
“Fuck that,” Mike said. A short argument ensued but in the end everyone agreed with Lowell. I still thought we were all gravely mistaken, but was also hopeful that if she was indeed down to continue the party, I would be able to get in there next. At this point I didn’t care about Nate or Lowell going in before me. If this played out like we all hoped, I would be getting laid at some point, laid for the first time, and that’s all I cared about then.
Lowell was in there for less time than Nate had been, but when he came out he was shirtless too. He was buckling his belt. He was grinning. While he’d been in there, the rest of us played a few rounds of rock, paper, scissors for the right to go next and I actually won. That said, I still doubted that things would play out like I hoped. A girl tired and drunken and vulnerable having it out with a couple of guys was an entirely different proposition than a girl taking six guys in a row, one after another. And Christ, this was a girl who no more than three months before had been a virgin just like me.
But sure enough, Lowell nodded to the group of us when he emerged and when he found out how we’d decided I would go next he said to me, “Well then go ahead, dude. There’s still a little meat on the bone.”
I was nervous as I stepped down the hall and I barely heard Mike behind me saying, “Hurry up, kid. We ain’t waiting all night.”
Olivia was on the bed, in fact she was in bed, blanket pulled up to her chin. The light was on and for a brief moment I thought she was playing with herself under the covers. She raised her head off the pillow when I entered the room, and at the click of the door shutting behind me, she turned her head. “Oh my god,” istanbul escort she said.
“Can I come in?” I was already in. I wasn’t moving though. I was just standing by the door.
By now she had laid back down. “Okay,” she said.
I started pulling off my clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest. My mouth had gone dry. I was silent, because I couldn’t think enough to utter a sound. Finally, I was going to get laid. I was going to get that hurdle over with. It’s all I’d been thinking about for months upon months, all anyone of my friends were talking about. I was becoming a man, and I would be doing it with Rusty’s little sister. I tried to picture her under the covers, slender and pale; taught and tight and nubile.
The room was warm, but I caught a sly breeze from the open window as I pulled off my shirt, and my whole upper half chilled enough for me to shiver. Olivia’s room looked out onto the wide porch, and I was suddenly conscious that anyone arriving at the house or anyone going outside for a cigarette would be looking in on us without even trying, truly only a few feet away from her bed. I wanted to close the shade; I wanted to close the window. I wanted to at least turn out the light. But I went to her without doing anything, because I was scared as hell. It was enough that I could move at all, and it was enough that she was receiving me.
She folded the blankets down as I climbed on the bed and I saw the left side of her upper half, one tiny pink nipple, one tiny white breast. “Condom, please,” she said. She was smiling, but she was nervous, and she was clearly uncomfortable asking me.
“Oh, of course.” I backed off the bed, lunged for my pants and pulled out my wallet. Like all of my friends I carried a single condom in my wallet at all times. Some of my friends surely had fresh ones in there all the time, but mine was the same I’d had since the summer before. The paper was all cracked and worn, but intact. The condom itself was still wet, I discovered after lengthy fumbling, though I am certain it was next to useless.
Nevertheless, I strapped on the slippery thing and proceeded to work myself onto her. For my first time, I think I did all right. It was quick when it happened, but I like to think I took a little bit of time getting there. I kissed her face and I fondled her stomach and hips. She was naked under the covers, just like I knew she would be, and she let me go at her without much return. She touched my arms, even braced against them a few times when I got too grabby, but for the most part she lay and simply received.
I was hard as a rock and knew I wouldn’t last once inside her, but I couldn’t wait any more. I reached between her legs, opened her with my fingers, positioning at the same time with my cock. She was so wet, though I’m not sure why that surprised me. I guess I hadn’t known what to really expect. I wondered if she had made Nate or Lowell wear a condom. I took my cock in my hand and pushed against the slick outer rim of her pussy. The condom tightened around me as I continued, slowly. She worked her way back against me, which was the first real work she’d done, but I got the feeling she only did it because she was uncomfortable.
Her eyes were closed or else gazing at some far off thing. Her cheeks were flush. Her hair was just a little damp around the edges where she was beginning to perspire. Her pussy was tight, and I struggled for a few long seconds getting in her and picking up a rhythm. I slipped out of her once and then again, and finally found a stroke that kept us together, entering her slowly and only halfway.
Without even realizing it, I’d been holding my breath. I took a quick gasp of air and Olivia flashed a brief smile. It made me lightheaded; it made me lunge slightly forward. My cock pushed all the way in. I swelled. Olivia grunted, then gasped. She was gripping my arms. She was breathing through her nose. Her eyes were closed again, with her forehead furrowed and a twist on her eyebrows. My weight was on her. I pulled back momentarily and then let my weight fall back and I was all the way in again. Her pussy resisted and her arms futilely attempted to hold me. It was so quiet I could hear the murmur of voices from the living room.
Just as I thought I understood the rhythm, a handful of awkward thrusts, I was losing control. I was cumming. I didn’t stop. I didn’t pull out. I didn’t even try to think about something else. I was fully in the moment and I didn’t care one lick for my pride or her satisfaction. I held her tight, squeezed her naked, skinny, helpless form, and let loose a half dozen epic ejaculatory spasms. I bordered on tears through the joy of it. I fell into her when it was done, pressed her with all my weight, letting myself soften inside her. When I pulled myself free and sat back, the condom came off too, left a slime trail from her exposed pussy to where it lay wrinkled and shining on the pale, bony flesh of her inner thigh.
Her eyes were still closed. I was already having regrets. What would happen next? Surely, Rusty would escort kurtköy get wind of all this. Everyone would get wind of this. And Olivia was always around. We had grown up together, saw each other almost every day. I had already seen some awkwardness between her and Nate and Rusty the last months. Plus, I was terrible. I had clearly never done it before, and yet had been bragging to my friends about secret conquests for some time. Would Olivia tell anyone? Was I the worst of the night and would she remember that always?
“That was good,” she whispered, not moving, eyes still closed. In fact she didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes, until I rolled off her.
“No it wasn’t.” I stopped just as I was about to apologize. I sat up on the edge of the bed and looked for my clothes. I found my underwear first and pulled them on quickly, self consciously, even as Olivia pulled the blankets up around herself. My cheeks were hot.
“It was cool though, right?” she said, almost a whisper. She had a coy, sideways smile. She had her neck cocked and her eyes wide, goofy but beautiful too. She had a grip on the covers, had them pulled up and hiding her perky, little boobs. “It was fun?” And I realized she was as concerned as I was. She was still figuring it out too.
I smiled. “God, yes. That was awesome,” I told her. “You’re awesome. You’re-” I didn’t know how to finish. “Having fun tonight.” I shook my head because it was such a stupid thing to say. She went bright red. I wanted to pull the words back even as they fell into silence between us.
I pulled my pants on and I picked up my shirt. I felt like I had to walk out shirtless at this point, even though I wasn’t much of an athlete, and didn’t have nearly the body of Nate or Lowell.
“Are there any more?” she finally asked as I made my way to leave.
I paused by the door, hand out, fingers touching the knob. I knew she was tired. I knew she was inexperienced. I knew she was probably a little scared. “Yeah,” I told her honestly. “There’s more.”
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All characters depicted in sexual situations are at least 18 years of age
“Read em and weep, jack offs. Full house.” Lowell laid out his hand and the rest of did the same. After just a second to confirm, he collected his second pot in a row. “I could get used to this.” Every Friday night was poker night and it was Lowell, myself, our friends Nate, Rusty and Vic. This night we were joined by Matty Wakefield, who had graduated the year before the rest of us, had his own group of friends, but still knew us well enough to get together and have a good time once in a while.
We anted on the next hand and everyone settled in, music on in the background, that outlaw country stuff from the 70s we all liked. Rusty said, “Hey my folks are going to Foxwoods again next weekend.” Rusty, like most of us, had yet to move out of his parents’ house. “How about we get together at my place Saturday night?”
I nearly jumped out of my seat. It was what I’d been waiting for all summer. A party at Rusty’s house. Booze. Weed. All of us probably spending the night. My heart was beating in my chest. I looked around the table. “That sounds cool,” Lowell said. “Any chicks?” We all knew the answer was probably no, but it was funny, and Rusty’s cheeks went a flame red to rival his hair. I glanced again at Nate, and the others. A few others were looking at Nate. “I mean besides your sister.”
Nobody laughed, but it was hilarious. Rusty’s little sister Olivia was a few years younger than us, wasn’t really part of our group growing up, but she had always been around. She was skinny wore glasses and even had braces still. She’d always been awkward and had only recently begun to show womanly curves. At one of the recent parties, which also happened to be at Rusty’s house, Nate popped her cherry in her parent’s bed. He told us all about it, how she looked naked and also how difficult it had been, how she had bled on the sheets and even cried a little. He also told us how great he had been, but who knew what to believe there? That’s what we all would have said.
Over the course of the summer, Olivia embraced her newly gained womanhood. For the first time I noticed her when we went over their house. She began to wear tighter, skimpier clothes. She still didn’t have big boobs or a round butt, but she dressed and moved in a way that accentuated her length, her sleekness. It hadn’t been serious with Nate, not that I was aware, and I thought about her more and more as the summer progressed. I convinced myself I had a shot. All I needed was the right situation.
“Next Saturday?” I said it and my voice cracked on the first word. Everyone looked at me. “Yeah,” I said in a too deep voice. “Yeah, that sounds cool.”
The week passed, Saturday came, and it was much of the same for the group of us. It was a small party. Matty came and brought along two of his friends, but there weren’t any girls besides Olivia. She had a few drinks early in the night, but for the most part she let us be. I don’t think anyone even noticed her but me. She was wearing loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt, not the type of clothes girls wore when they wanted to be noticed. Her long red hair was pulled back and she even had on her glasses, which I hadn’t seen on her since she took to wearing contacts earlier in the summer.