Party Girls

At a high school house party senior year my friend (host) his girl friend / FWB and her friend (whom I’d just met that night and immediately started crushing on) had wandered off as two separate duos and we found my friend & his FWB in a spare bedroom. Not sure if they had or had not been up to anything but she suggested we all play strip poker. My friend got cards from his room and we closed and locked the door & proceeded to play. 

Clothes began coming off and I was getting pretty excited and when my friends FWB, we’ll call her Karen, took off her bra and tossed it I got painfully hard. 

It ended up me down to boxers (erection very obvious) my friend in boxers & t-shirt, Karen in just her cotton or whatever plain light blue panties and my new crush (Jane, for our purposes) in her white lacy bra & panties really lingerie I guess, I didn’t know shit about such then. Pale skin blue eyes, jet black hair and a slim, striking figure w/medium sized boobs at which I tried not to stare. She looked so hot my mouth had gone dry. 

The next hand, I lost. 

“Take ‘em off, take ‘em off!” Karen said. 

I did. Stepped out of them and stood there, my dick stiff as a board pointing at Jane. 

Trying to be nonchalant about both my nudity and obvious arousal I asked “now what?” I mean, I honestly didn’t know was supposed to happen next. I was honestly a bit if a geek and still a virgin. I’d like to have seen Jane strip, of course, but that’s not how the game worked. I knew since I’d played with neighborhood kids & summer kids & cousins when a few years younger. Not my first time nude in front of girls with a hard-on and I’d seen like half a dozen girls I knew naked already in those games. 

“Do you need to masturbate now?” It was Jane who’d asked. 

“Yeah!” I said. No point in lying, it was pretty obvious that’s what i’d be doing when I went home. It’s not like it bothered me that they all knew now that I was gonna be doing it. I didn’t know if she knew it was all because of her but hoped if she did think so thatbshe wouldn’t mind me making myself cum imagining her naked.

“I don’t need to see that,” my friend said, stood up and started getting dressed. I thought he was joking and laughed. 

“We want to see it,” Jane said. She got up from her chair and took my friend’s place on the the loveseat next to where I’d been sitting. My friend was out the door half-dressed and closed it behind him. I looked down at Jane who was smiling up at me and realized she wasn’t kidding. 

Now meant … NOW? 

I looked at Jane. “You want me to do it here?” 

She just nodded. 

“Can you lock the door?” 

Jane got up & locked the door and sat back down on the settee or whatever that little bench at the foot of the bed was. I sat down on the loveseat next to Karen who, though pretty cute herself and wearing only panties and having nice breasts hadn’t really gotten even a glance from me since I’d watched Jane wriggle out of her jeans.

So I was sitting there nude next to my friend’s whatever she was / they were, Karen, almost nude and across just a couple feet away from Jane in white and rather than being nervous I was like “Holy shit, I want to do this!”

So I usually masturbated lying on my back or standing in the shower. Don’t think I’d actually done it sitting up straight like I was. So I put my hand on my erection and as soon as I started to stroke I realized I was already close and then Karen slid over, pressed herself against me and slipped an arm around my waist. My friend’s girlfriend was holding me while I masturbated (!) and I almost came right there and had to stop. 

“Sorry,” I said, trying to will myself back under control. “I’m really excited.” 

Karen moved her hand up and down a little, stroking my side. That didn’t help me calm down any. But I liked it.

“It’s OK, just go slow if you want to.”

“Yeah,” I said “OK.”

I realized one thing that would make it easier to last a little while was I had no hand lotion. And sitting up, I quickly discovered, wasn’t as comfortable or as good as lying down. But Karen holding me felt really, really nice and looking at Jane, she was wide-eyed and staring, not at my penis but at me. 

I shuddered in pleasure and had to stop again. 

“Wow,” Karen said. “It feels good?”

“Yeah…” 

Jane smiled. I looked at her, squeezed my penis & sighed. I held myself with a few fingers, lightly  and slowly stroked my shaft, not going near my glans or frenulum “that spot” - I didn’t know what it was called then but knew stimulation just there could make me cum, would make me cum in the state I was in. 

“Is that how you do it?” Jane asked, this time.

“No,” I said. “I’m too excited already to do it my regular way..”

“Because of Jane,” Kate said. It wasn’t a question. Jane smiled again. 

“Yes.” I stopped my gentle stroking and just holding myself with a couple of fingers explained “my regular way” lying on my back nude on my bed and stroking up and down with hand lotion, kinda twisting my head around the head of my penis and hitting “that spot” at the top of maybe every half dozen strokes, slowing down or stopping when I felt myself getting close then starting again. I confessed I really didn’t last very long, like maybe 10 minutes. And that I did it in the shower, too, sometimes, but standing, leaning against the wall in the corner and using my mother’s hair conditioner as lube. 

That last bit, I think it was that, got a little laugh from Jane. 

I was really glad that I had started masturbating “normally” - stroking - rather than by working my penis between my thighs. Had I had to do that, probably having to lay on the floor to make it work, and without lube it probably wouldn’t have… but being so excited I’d probably have quickly cum, spooging all over my legs which would have looked pathetic. 

This interlude had gotten me back in control but I thought then I’d better just do it before I started maybe feeling awkward or self-conscious for being so open or before somebody came looking for one of us. So I started to stroke for real, gently and sure enough I was going to make myself cum pretty quickly. 

“Is it still good without having lube?” Jane asked.

“Sure,” I said “I’ll still cum.”

“Can you use spit?” Karen asked.

“Yeah,” I said. I stopped stroking and turned to look at her. 

“Will it feel better?”

“With spit?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Is that too gross?” I looked back to Jane.

“No.” 

It would feel better. I worked my jaws a bit, mouth still dry, spat carefully into my hand and gently wet my penis. 

“Mmmmmph,” Karen mumbled and reached for my left hand, lifted it, leaned down and filled it with saliva. I was a bit shocked and taken aback but remembering my friend saying that Karen blew him (but they weren’t fucking) quickly applied it to my penis only to then see Jane’s jaws working as well then her leaning forward,  hair falling over her face to hide what was happening, but feeling the wetness of her own contribution fill my outstretched right hand. Quickly applying her saliva to my penis while thinking “OK, this is kinda gross” I started to pump for real again and gross or not it was warm and wet and felt really good and thinking well I’d really like to be kissing her and then there’d be spit…

But I didn’t get to linger on that thought as I was suddenly hit with a wave of pleasure and gasping I realized I was gonna … nope already here …. I’m cumming! 

I’d been looking at Jane and just blurted out “i think you’re beautiful!” (such a geek!) threw my head back, closed my eyes, and groaned then gasped as my orgasm hit, the pleasure, feeling every bit of my first ejaculation course up and out of me… 

And shot poor Jane right in the chest. 

She squeaked. Karen shrieked, then started rubbing me with both her hands on my side and my opposite thigh, closest to her, as if trying to coax more semen out of me as I just stared at Jane, mortified but too caught up in my pleasure to stop pumping myself, just stammering “oh shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” while my hand is working on me frantically and my brain is like “fuck, I’m cumming so gooooood!”