When I was 13 my family moved to the LA area of California and we lived there until I was 17 and a senior in high school. My dad, a software engineer, got transferred up to the San Francisco area and so we moved once again. I was pretty bummed as I had made a bunch of really good friends. On the other hand, it was probably the best thing for me at the time because I was really getting out of control with partying and wild behavior. The move served to settle me down and allow me to concentrate more on my art. I graduated with honors from high school and got to go to art school on scholarship. That was all pretty cool, but I still missed my wild friends from LA. I stayed in touch, of course, but didn't get to see them too often. I went off to school in Boston and so saw them even less over the four years I attended school.
When I graduated from Art School, I decided to spend a month or so back home in CA. I was going to be starting up a master's program at a school in New Haven in the fall. I figured that once I started there, I probably wouldn't get home for a while and so wanted to get a nice long visit in. I talked my boyfriend Bob into joining me, but he only planned to stay for a couple of weeks.
We were just hanging out not doing anything special when I got a call from my old girlfriend Rachel inviting us down to LA for the weekend. She was having a party to celebrate the 4th of July and to show off the house her and her husband had just bought. There were going to be a bunch of old high school friends coming and she said it would be a blast if we could show up as a kind of a surprise. I was psyched and told her that we would definitely be there.
We flew down there early on the 4th and helped with getting the last of the arrangements in order. Once the party was going strong, Bob and I went our separate ways. I had been dating him long enough that he knew quite a few of the people and had become pretty friendly with some of the guys. The party was a complete riot; I saw so many people I hadn't seen in like five years or so.
Every time I would see someone from the old days, it would be a little scream-fest and hugs all around; it was just so cool seeing everyone. The liquor was flowing and by early afternoon I had a really good buzz going.
Some guy I didn't recognize, but who said he knew me from high school wanted to smoke a joint with me; he said it was really killer weed. Well, a poor memory doesn't mean one has to be rude, you know what I mean? So I took him up on his offer and God, was that stuff wicked good. I felt like I was floating after a just couple of tokes! When we finished smoking that joint, I was so high. I couldn't even hold a conversation. I loved it, but had to return a little closer to earth.
Fortunately, there was a pool out back. I figured a dip in the pool would mellow me out a bit, but when I got there, it was full of people partying and cooling down. I decided to hell with it - I needed to get a bit more mellow and crowded or not, I was going in. The water felt as warm as bath water, but I was able to find a spot to dip my body under for a little bit. After a little while, my head started to function and my feet touched lightly upon the earth once again ... that is until Bob brought me another margarita. Whew!
The party really was killer and in what seemed no time at all, it was after one in the morning. We were down to four couples hanging around listening to music and shooting the breeze. Rachel's husband, Jimmy, decided to show us all the addition that he was putting on the back of the house, basically closing in the back porch and taking out the back wall of the kitchen. Where he had ripped out the back kitchen wall he had put up a piece of thick, black plastic to keep the dust out of the main house. As we sat there talking about how cool it would be to have such a big kitchen, one of the guys noticed this hole in the plastic barrier and asked about it. Well, Rachel breaks out laughing, her face turning beet red, "Don't say a word Jimmy, not a word."
Well ... that's all I needed to starting prying, especially knowing Rachel like I did. You see, she was one of the girlfriends with me on the concert trip I wrote about earlier. Our pussies were featured on the infamous pussy tape from high school.
"Come on Rachel, fess up. What naughty things have you been up to?" I teased.
Rach's face got even redder and by now she was laughing so hard that she couldn't even speak. That just added fuel to the fire. Now Jimmy was laughing too, but he was drunk enough to spill the beans. Still laughing, he told us that he'd been working in the addition one night. He had been cutting up some plywood on the table saw. When he'd finished and turned off the saw, he heard Rachel calling through the plastic. When he went over by the wall to see what it was she wanted, he saw the hole cut in the plastic and within the hole, the most inviting sight a man can see.
"The most inviting sight?" I laughed, at first confused.
I looked at Rachel with a questioning look. Her face was bright red and everyone was laughing. She raised her eyebrows and kinda bobbed her head as if to say, "Come on now, you know." Then I got it!
"Rachel!" I squealed, laughing. "You didn't do that really ... did you?" She held her hands over her red face and nodded her head still laughing.
"Well," Jimmy laughed, "no way I was going to turn that down and goddamn it to hell if that wasn't some of the best sex we ever had!"
"Ewwww ... why?" Susie asked.
"Fantasy time, I guess" he smiled. "It coulda been anybody ... even you!" he said with a crazy little grin on his face as he looked at Susie.
Rachel, now more or less back in control, agreed. She said it was pretty wild and it really got her hot too. The guys were all commenting on how cool they thought that was. I was impressed by the idea too. That was creative for sure and I surely do like creative.
We were all still talking about it when Bob piped up. "Hey!!! Why don't you girls give us all a little show through the hole. Now that'd be cool," he purred ... if a guy can even do such a thing as purr.
He kept on about how cool it would be if we would flash them from the other side of the plastic. The other guys were drunk enough of course to love the idea. I think that they were all caught with the idea of checking out other girls that they hadn't seen and weren't thinking about the fact that their own girls would be flashing too ... or maybe that was part of the thrill ... letting their buddies see their wives and girlfriends. Hell, I don't know; I don't know how a guy's mind works.
Anyway, I just laughed and said, "No way, not a chance ... you guys ... are ... friggin ... dreaming!"
Well, we were all pretty loaded and once the idea came out, the guys just wouldn't let it go. They all kept going on about what a fucking great idea it was, and besides who would know anything. Janine looked at her boyfriend and said "Yeah right, you get cross-eyed pissed if another guy even glances at me and now you're saying that you think it'd be cool for me show my pussy to all your friends?"
We all laughed that she put it so bluntly, but good question. He laughed and said, "Well I didn't say anything about your pussy, but what the hell, sure ... why not, no one's going to know who's pussy is who's, so what difference would it make? Besides these aren't all my friends, only some of them."
"Oh, get outta town," Janine said. "Are you saying Steve, that you wouldn't recognize me? Give me a break."
"Well yeah," he conceded, "sure I'd recognize you, but no one else will. The same with the rest of these guys. I guess that we'll all recognize their sweet friends too, but that's the beauty of this, you can flash and no one other than your boyfriend will know who you are.
"So if that's the case, why do you even want to have us do this then?" Janine asked sweetly.
"Well, I may not know which one is you, Janine," Bobby piped in, "but I'll know that I've seen your pussy and that's going to be good enough for me!"
The guys all cheered clicking beer bottles.
We girls were looking at each other just laughing at the silliness of the whole thing. Then Bobby got a coin out and said, "Ok, here's the deal. We'll flip a coin - tails you do it, heads you don't ... fair enough?"
I couldn't believe that we were even considering this thing, unless of course the other girls were getting as hot as I was at the thought of flashing our most intimate parts to all these guys.
I held up my hands laughing and said to Bobby, "Hold it, hold it right there, not so fast mister. Let's say that it turns out tails and we all agree to do this. What do we get in return? I think if you are going to get to see we got, then you need to be showing us stuff too." Turning to the girls I said, "That's only fair, don't you think?" They all hooted and cheered, giving me high-fives agreeing that was the way it was going to be or don't even bother flipping the coin. It's funny sometimes how you can make the coin the responsible party when you're drunk.
The guys agreed and we all watched as the coin flipped through the air and hit the floor. It was like it was happening in slow motion. We got in close watching the coin spin, then wobble and finally fall ... tails. How appropriate.
We girls all screamed in distress when we saw the result. When I looked at Rachel, I knew then and there that we were going to go through with this. We were at just the right level of intoxication to want to do it. I couldn't believe that I was going to show my pussy to these guys; my heart started to pound and my face flushed.
The guys all cheered and hooted and high-fived each other.
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