I guess it was my boyfriend's idea.
"Let's have the party at Cassie's house!" Scott said in the middle of the school cafeteria. He was 17 then and I was still waiting to get there, about three months shy of my birthday.
"What?" I lifted my bright blue eyes to stare at him, brushing a bit of blonde hair from my face. I got my looks from my mom.
"Yeah!" someone else said, or maybe a dozen someone else's, because it was kind of crowded even for our small school. The graduating class that year only had about 60 kids.
"No way," I shook my pretty little head, crossing my arms over my breasts, which I didn't do often because I was a little proud of them. I'd finally filled out nice over the previous summer.
"Yeah way!" Scott grinned at me, because he's totally cute like that and he knows I'll give in. He was the cutest boy in school, I thought, and most of my friends did too.
"Come on Cassie!" Rachel gave me a little poke, smiling at me. She was my best friend, like my sister, and with her ganging up on me too, I didn't stand a chance.
"My mom will freak." I stared at them, like about twenty high school kids, all of whom just wanted a party. That's all we ever wanted.
"Your mom's cool, she'll go for it." Scott had hazel eyes and he was looking into mine.
"Ha!" I snorted. "My mom's not that cool!"
"Just ask her, Cassie," Rachel prompted me, "After school, we can both talk to her."
"You?" I stared at Rachel, she was tall and willowy, with auburn hair and my mom thought she was a bad influence. Mom called Rachel a slut.
"Or by yourself," Rachel shrugged, rolling her green eyes. "Whatever."
"I'll see," I finally said, which was the worst thing in the world to say. In high school speak it means yes.
Of course I didn't see. I didn't even bring it up, because there was no way my mom was gonna let me throw a party at my house! Be real. She was cool, yeah, about as cool as a mom could be, but still my mom.
"Stir that pot a little, baby," Mom told me. She was making a little garlic bread; you know slicing up a loaf of French bread and putting butter and garlic powder on it. She always called me baby cause all she had was me.
"What are you doing Friday night, Mom?" I asked her, which wasn't that weird of a question for us.
We were just by ourselves. My mom had gotten pregnant when she was 16, so she was only 31 years old, soon to be 32 since her birthday was two months before mine, but she didn't look like it. My mom looked like my sister, an older sister yeah, but not even that much older. Like she was 23 maybe, with blonde hair like mine, blue eyes like mine, and a great body which was better than mine, because her tummy was pretty tight. Mine still had some baby fat and I figured pasta and garlic bread wasn't gonna help it.
Another thing, a weird thing sorta, was that me and my mom had the same name. My name is Cassandra, hers is Cassiopeia. Like the stars? But we both went by Cassie, just cause our names were a real mouthful. My mom's dad named me, I think, or at least talked Mom into it. My grandpa was a strange guy anyway though.
Anyway, my dad had joined the navy when Mom got pregnant, because there wasn't a lot of work here, not for a kid who was just graduating high school and had a girlfriend who was pregnant. So he was going to go be a sailor, send Mom money, save some, and come back and marry her.
Unfortunately dad went to Thailand or someplace, met a little brown girl named Suki Fuki, according to Mom, and married her instead. We got by okay though. Mom worked at the bank, the only one in town, and I was smart enough, and mature enough to help her out around the house. I just wished Mom would get a boyfriend, a real one, but all she did was have sex with the bank president's son-in-law, who was married, obviously, and never getting a divorce, even though he always told my mom he loved her.
She loved him too, I thought, and sometimes she was a little sad. But mostly she was okay, or at least she hid it away pretty good. Mostly. Mom was always careful with me like that, hiding her bad feelings away and just letting me just see the love that she had for me.
"Friday? Mmmm ... I'm going to stay home and color my hair, you wanna help me?" Mom glanced at me.
"Color your hair?" I made a face. "Your hair's fine, what do you want to color it for?"
My mom's hair was golden blonde, down to her shoulders and very beautiful actually. It was thick, sort of a shag cut. Mine was mostly like that, the same color and length, but not as cute in my opinion.
"I thought I'd just put a little red in it, I don't know," she smiled. "Not much, just a little pizzazz."
"Pizzazz?" I giggled. "Where'd that come from?"
"Oprah!" my mom laughed.
"TV will rot your mind, Mom," I told her and that was as close as I got to asking her about the party.
"No go, no way," I told Scott later that night.
He'd come by to pick me up after dinner and my mom was cool about that, she liked Scott a lot, but she was hardcore about me not getting pregnant. She couldn't take birth control pills because she had a sensitivity to them, or something, but she'd put me on them like a week after my first menstruation. That's probably understandable though.
And a good thing too, because I was sitting in the back of Scott's car and kissing him and he had a finger deep inside my pussy right then, which was making it a little hard to talk.
"What's that?" He curled his finger and tickled me in the secret place cause he knew I liked that. We'd been going out more than a year and we had sex like every day practically. He knew everything about my body.
"The party," I breathed, lifting my hips and squeezing my thighs around his hand.
"What about the party?" Rachel asked me. She was in the front seat, sucking her boyfriend's cock, and she lifted her head up, looking back at me and licking her lips.
Her boyfriend was a guy named Pete and he was cool, I guessed. Rachel said he had the biggest dick in school, which was why she was going out with him. He wasn't really that good looking otherwise. But he was nice enough ... Mostly.
"Don't stop, slut..." He pulled Rachel's mouth back down and my friend didn't complain, he always called her that, even when they weren't having sex.
"My mom said ... nooooo..." I moaned cause Scott was sucking my nipple hard. I had nice tits now, finally. They were big and full and totally firm, with puffy brown nipples that always needed to be sucked. I mean, that was like my weakness, seriously.
Pete laughed and looked over his shoulder at me. "She said it like that?"
Scott laughed too and I just shook my head, lifting my hips so I could fuck my fiery pussy on my boyfriend's hand. I was holding his cock, which was a nice one. Not as big as Pete's, which was like nine inches long and curved like a banana, but big enough for me. And thick, that's what I liked. Scott's cock might only be seven inches, tops, but it was really thick! A lot thicker than Pete's.
We'd compared them, Rachel and me, like had them stand side by side so we could look at our boyfriends' cocks. We'd all been pretty drunk too, which was probably why we'd swapped that night. Pete had fucked me and Scott had done Rachel, and it had been so weird. I mean, watching my best friend fuck my boyfriend, and them watching me and Pete do it. We'd never done it again, but we weren't shy anymore either. We had sex in the same bed or car or wherever a lot. At the same time, I mean.
Anyway, I'd decided that thicker was better, and Rachel was positive that longer was best for her, so we were happy anyway. And so were our boyfriends, although Pete was always asking when we were gonna swap again. Not too often though, cause Rachel would cut him off when she got pissed.
We're not sluts though. Am I getting off the subject? Oh well, we're not sluts, even though my mom thought Rachel was, and Pete called her one, I knew for a fact she never did it with anyone but Pete. Except that one time, you know, with Scott. And I never did it with anybody but Scott, except with Pete once. Why would I? It was just that in a small town like ours there wasn't much else to do but party and fuck, you know?
"Come here..." Scott had made me cream hard and his fingers were all wet with my girl gunk, but we didn't hardly notice. He was moving me so I could sit on his cock. It was a big car, an old Cadillac with a ton of room, front and back, but since it was Scott's car we got the back seat. In Pete's car we had to fuck in the front seat and his car was small, so it sucked. Mostly I just sucked Scott off when we took Pete's car, and let him cum on my tits. I wasn't really into sperm in my mouth, but sometimes I let him do it.
I had my skirt bunched up around my waist, it was a small one, my pep squad skirt from last year. Scott thought it was sexy though, so I wore it a lot. I was a real cheerleader this year, but I wasn't gonna get that uniform messed up, no way! I leaned on the front seat, sort of crossing my arms and looking down at Rachel's auburn head, more brown in the dim light, moving up and down while she sucked noisily.
Behind me, Scott was holding my hips, pulling my small round ass down on his lap and I gasped a little as I felt his thick hard cock splitting my pussy lips. That was always just a little uncomfortable, no matter how many times we did it, just cause it was like taking a coke can in my pussy. I wasn't lying when I said he was thick! He wasn't quite that big maybe, but I couldn't get my fingers all the way around him either.
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