High School Party

Even after our remarkable afternoon of oral sex and mutual masturbation, I did not know where I stood with Ian. Was I his new girlfriend? Was our adventure a one-time fling? Some clarity came when he invited me to a party thrown by other students in the senior class on Saturday.  My parents were still out of town, so the logistics were easy to figure out. He would finish work at 6:00, I would make dinner for him at 6:30, he would suck my tits, we would get each other off, and then make the party by 8:30. 

Saturday morning I re-enacted our date from Tuesday afternoon, even wearing the same clothes. First I walked down the entrance hall as if I had just entered the house, flexibly took off my bra under my blouse, stuck out my tongue pretending to kiss Ian, then peeled off my little red blouse and squeezed my tits. I went over to the couch with a peeled banana standing in for Ian’s cock. After licking and sucking the banana for a few minutes, I took a bite and swallowed, like I did with his cum. I then unzipped my skirt and pulled it down with my panties. Sitting on the couch, I used coconut oil to lubricate my fingers to give the feeling of his tongue on my pussy and clit. I reached into my vagina to press against my g-spot as best I could: orgasm number one. A short break, then to the jacuzzi to play with the jets: orgasm number two. Then sitting down next to the jacuzzi with pussy lips spread open. I used slippery coconut oil on my breasts so that it felt like Ian was sucking my nipples, something we didn’t get to experience in person. Ten minutes of slippery breast play and one minute of intense clit rubbing: orgasm number three.

I planned a nice dinner for Ian: breaded chicken breasts with butter, caper, and white wine sauce over linguine. At 6:30 dinner was ready, and I had a new tight fitting blue party dress on, no bra, and my thong underneath.

Ian didn’t call until 7:15. He said that work ran late and he was at his house getting ready. He would be over in a few minutes. At 7:45 I wrapped the dinner and put it in the refrigerator. At 8:20 I heard a car pull into the driveway and a car horn.

Ian had three of his buddies in his sports car. Obviously, Ian and I had miscommunicated at some point about the plans for the evening. The back door opened and I slipped in next to Jeff and Mike. We drove a few blocks and picked up Mackenzie, who had to sit on Mike’s lap in the back seat. Mackenzie was a peppy little freshman who was socially ambitious. She knew more of the senior class students than I did, even though I was a junior. She wore a tube top and miniskirt with expensive heels that had straps going up the side. What was she doing here? At fourteen she was far too young for a senior party. 

The party was at a huge house in a gated development that was mostly still under construction. Ian looked up a code to get us through the gate and drove back to one of the few finished houses. I heard the music thump thumping as we pulled up. 

Ian was pulled in with a group of friends to a side room as soon as we entered. I, however, felt invisible when I walked in. No one really knew me or, if they did, didn’t care. I wandered into a living room where couples were splayed out on couches making out. Hands were rubbing over and under clothing. The deep bass of the music thump thumped. In a dining room two girls were kissing with tongues meeting outside their mouths to the great delight of a half dozen horny guys. Thump, thump. A topless girl who was dripping wet and wearing only panties walked through the house. Thump, thump. Two couples on the couches had progressed to cock sucking. I paused to check out their techniques. They seemed more focused on performance than pleasure. Thump, thump. I drifted to the screened patio with a large pool. Various articles of clothes littered the deck. In the pool were more than a dozen people in various stages of undress, hands groping under the water. Thump, thump.

I felt a push on the small of my back. Disoriented, I lost my balance. The next moment I was completely in the water, my little dress pushed up to my armpits, momentarily revealing my thong and B-size breasts. My leather sandals drifted down to the bottom. Years of swim team experience kicked in, and I was across to the other side in a moment and up the ladder. Soaking wet, my tight dress clung to my body even tighter. Thump, thump.

I needed a towel, so I walked upstairs to check out the hall closets and bathrooms. Each of the many bedrooms were occupied by couples. One of the doors was cracked open, and I could see a girl over a guy in the 69 position. I stared, trying to figure out how she was maneuvering her pussy so that he could best lick it. Other couples were outside in the hall, but most couldn’t wait their turns. One girl, moaning loudly, had her panties around her ankles and his fingers in her pussy. As I walked by, I figured that she was doing a bad job pretending to orgasm. Thump, thump.

I forgot about finding a towel. I felt adrift. Part of me was excited, curious, and turned on. I had so anticipated Ian’s physical contact, that my body was primed even before arriving to the party. It was also the first time I witnessed so much sexual activity, and I wanted some. On the other hand, I didn’t feel safe. The pool incident didn’t help. I could tell by the car ride that Ian didn’t really care for me. I knew that I didn’t belong with him, and I didn’t belong at that party. 

Downstairs, I saw little Mackenzie against the wall with Mike and Jeff closing in on her personal space. Her eyes looked frightened. I approached, grabbed her arm, and said, “Let’s get outta here.” She nodded, and I realized those were the first words I had spoken since I left my house. Just then Ian showed up from the side room asking where I had been. I told him that Mackenzie and I were leaving and that he could forget that we were ever there. 

Getting home would be a challenge. I could call for a ride, but the security gate prevented a clean pick up. We had no choice but to walk to the entrance of the development, where I had noticed a convenience store on the main road. 

Mackenzie’s expensive heels only lasted a few minutes of real walking. The straps broke, and she tossed them through the open window of an unfinished house. Now both of us were barefoot and stepping on rough asphalt since there were no sidewalks in this shitty development. In the cool night with my wet dress and her miniskirt and tube top, we shivered. She started crying. I embraced her and kissed the top of her head. I told her that we were mighty girls looking out for each other. We held each other tight, partly for warmth, then walked hand in hand until we could see the gate. In our bare feet, it took us more than half an hour. 

Mackenzie said that she needed to pee really badly. I had a wickedly subversive idea. Just inside the gate was the showcase model home with promotional banners outside. We snuck up to its double front doors, pulled down our panties, leaned our backs against the doors, held on to each other for support, and released torrents of piss on the “Welcome to Paradise” doormat. For the first time we laughed. We promised each other that when we had families we would never move into one of these developments. I said that it was the fake orgasm of housing. She said that it was the expensive heels with shitty straps of housing. 

Just then a police car came to the gate. They entered a code and sped in the direction of the party house. Mackenzie and I hid in the landscape shrubbery of the model home. A few minutes later, dozens of cars sped away in the other direction including Ian’s vintage sports car.  

We connected with a ride service at the convenience store. The driver dropped off Mackenzie first, then I returned to my empty house. I peeled off my party dress and thong, throwing them in the garage can. Naked, I ate cold chicken breast with linguine and congealed butter sauce. I drank the rest of the bottle of white wine, and slipped into the jacuzzi, letting the jets work their magic first on my bruised feet and then on my pussy. I used the coconut oil to slick up my breasts and played with my nipples. I thought of the girls’ kissing performance, the girl maneuvering her pussy to be licked in the 69 position, the groping orgy in the pool and how that must feel, and I thought of little sweet Mackenzie in her miniskirt and tube top. The jets got me off nicely. A little recovery while remembering other details of the night. More slick nipple rubbing. Another orgasm on the jets. And again. And again.

Postscript:

Two months later, I received a letter from Mackenzie. She had gone to a religious camp and had the assignment to write a letter to someone who had been like Jesus to her. She said that she was convinced that God had sent me to be her guardian angel that night. She said that she wanted to be a mighty girl who had the confidence to take control of a situation like I did. I had been no angel by a long shot. I would have been as promiscuous as the others if Ian had stuck with me and treated me right that night. I also had been meek and mute that evening in ways that were far from mighty. In the end, I held no bitterness for those at the party, even Ian and whoever pushed me in the pool. I did carry away a burning hatred of tacky gated communities with nearly identical houses on shitty streets with no sidewalks. I want to piss on them all.