Chapter 1: To Party or Not to Party?

Until this summer, other than with my family I’d never had sex with multiple partners or been involved in any sort of group sexual activity. Well, all that changed when Beth, my “best friend forever”, invited me to a crazy sex party just a few weeks after I returned home from my first year of college. If nothing else, you could definitely say it was a new experience for me!

It wasn’t until I arrived that I learned that as the “new girl” I was required to be “initiated”. Simply put this meant to start off the party I had to let myself be fucked by that night’s host right out in front of everyone. Like I was going to object to being watched having sex! That went OK and then afterwards I had sex with several guys I’d never met before.

For me, the most erotic part of the whole experience wasn’t so much the sex. The best thing was being WATCHED by a group of strangers as I was being fucked by yet another stranger. Sure, there have been numerous times in the past when my parents saw me having sex with a boyfriend (although the guy doing me typically didn’t know it). That was always a turn-on for me but then they WERE my parents so it was more like I showing off for them than anything. I quickly learned that doing it in front of a bunch of strangers was an entirely new and special experience.

Given the success of the first party, a couple weeks later I agreed to go with Beth to a second one where once again I enjoyed a number of new experiences. Even so, afterwards I told Beth I really didn’t want to go to any more. Now that I’d “been there, done that”, my curiosity about the sex party scene had been satiated and I was ready to go back to a more traditional sex life.

Beth was never one to give up on an idea so a few days later she called me and asked me to go to yet another party with her. When I started to remind her of our last conversation she explained this one would be entirely different - it was going to be outdoors and included a pool. OK, so I had to admit that it sounded a bit intriguing, especially given the number of times I’d had sex in my family’s hot tub with my dad and various boyfriends. There were even a few times when I’d dine it in a lake but these circumstances promised to be unique and for me THAT was the attraction.

In the end I called Beth and told her I would go. She responded by saying she would pick me up in the afternoon as this party was going to be during the day instead of at night like the previous ones.

Like the two parties before, I found myself debating the morning of the party as to what I should wear. It wasn’t as easy a decision as people might think, even though whatever I wore didn’t really matter as I wouldn’t be wearing it for long. I had a large drawer full of bikinis and all of them looked good on me since I tanned on our deck in the smallest of them with the strings untied so as not to have any tan lines when I wore the others. Essentially, you could say I would lay out in the sun with just a few strips of cloth over my nipples and pussy. Still, I didn’t sunbathe in the nude usually as I liked having a little bit of a tan line when I was undressed to show off my tan. Besides, I think it turns on guys to see tan lines as it makes them feel they’re getting to see parts of me that most people never do.

After much debate I finally decided to wear my skimpiest bikini. Actually I’d never even gotten it wet as I only wore it on our deck when I was tanning. It was really just some strings that held up a few triangles of cloth over my boobs and pussy - and not much at that. Besides, based on my experiences at the previous parties I doubted that it really mattered what I wore as I didn’t expect to be wearing it for long once things got started. I wore the bikini bottoms under a pair of super short cutoffs with just the bikini on top. In any case, the only ones who would see me would be people who either had or would be fucking me so really what difference did it make?