Chapter 1: Making Up My Mind

Until this summer, other than with my family I’ve never had sex with more than two people or otherwise been involved in any sort of group sexual activity. That changed dramatically when Beth, my best friend from high school, invited me to a sex party a few weeks after getting home from college. I later went to a second party where I experienced being fucked in new ways and finally went to a third party featuring a pool where I had sex in a swimming pool in front of people for the first time.

In my opinion, doing three parties in a relatively short time was quite an accomplishment for a novice like me. After the pool party I assumed that would be the end of these type of sex parties. While they were all extremely interesting and pleasurable experiences. it was not the sort of lifestyle I wanted in the long run.

Probably the best thing I can say about going to the parties is that I learned a lot about myself from them. For instance, I’ve always enjoyed people looking at me and I especially like it when someone watches me having sex. Still, until these parties it always just by people I knew - my friends and close family members. It surprised me a bit to find just how hot it made me when total strangers watched me being fucked. I don’t mean the intimate, erotic feeling I get when my mom watches my dad fuck me. Rather, this was just pure lust creating a sexual turn-on for me knowing that I’m able to make people horny just be watching me having sex. Seeing the look in their eyes that tells me they wish that they were the one doing me makes me feel super sexy and, I have to admit, even a bit proud of myself. It’s quite an ego booster!

The last week I was home before leaving for school when Beth called me to say there was another party being planned for that Friday night and asked me if I’d be interested in going with her. My first response was to decline. She tried to talk me into it but I stood my ground and finally she gave up although I felt like she was a little perturbed with me.

After she hung up I found myself thinking it over some more, questioning whether or not I’d made the right decision. Even though I hadn’t planned to go to another one of these parties, at least this summer, maybe this would serve as an opportunity to end my summer break with a bang - literally. After each of the previous parties, when I got home I always felt like I’d held back a bit, not really letting myself loose. Maybe I needed to just let myself go and see what experiences I get as a result. I debated it back and forth until finally I took a deep breath and called Beth back to tell her I would go. She was thrilled at my change of heart and so we arranged a time for her to pick me up.

Over the next few days as I waited for Friday to arrive I must’ve changed my mind back and forth a dozen times at least. One moment I was chastising myself for giving in to Beth and the next I was feeling horny as heck as I wondered what would happen to me. Well, you can guess which side of the fence I was on for most of the time. God, I must have masturbated at least four or five times every day before the party. Although my dad normally didn’t say much when I masturbated at night watching TV with him, I guess you could say it caught his eye when I was doing it during the Thursday evening news instead of when some hot guy was on the screen.

“Damn girl, what’s gotten into you tonight?” I remember him asking me after I did it for the second time that night.

What I wanted to say was it was more like what I WISHED had gotten into me as I fantasized about the upcoming party. I’d already told my mom about it but I guess she hadn’t bothered passing on the information to my dad. Once he knew the situation, he just laughed at my silliness and mostly ignored me afterwards although I noticed him glancing my way now and then.

Laying back on the couch I couldn’t stop thinking about what might happen at the next party. Beth hadn’t given me any hints but then she never did. She didn’t even warn me before the first one that I would have to undergo an initiation where the party host for the evening fucked me in front of everyone to get things started. What would happen this time?

Damn my pussy was hot and wet! It felt so good to masturbate! Maybe that’s why I did it two or three times a day, LOL. Heck, sometimes I even did it right after having sex. It didn’t matter whether or not he had made me cum, I just wanted more. For me, masturbation isn’t a substitute for sex, it’s compliments sex by adding yet another layer of pleasure to the experience.

I couldn’t wait for Friday night!