Chapter 1: Best Friends Forever

OK, so my mom was right yet again, even though I hadn’t believed her at the time. Still, I was amazed that after just a year and a half after I graduated from high school just how many of my old relationships had faded away. So many of the girls I’d been so concerned about in high school were now insignificant in my current life. I realized then that what my mom had told me back then was true; that I shouldn’t be so concerned about everyone’s opinions of me in high school. She correctly predicted that my real friends for life would develop in college and in my life afterwards and that only the most special of friends from my high school days would remain.

Beth was one of those special friends. We’d grown up together and I can’t even remember when we were NOT friends. Like any two best friends, Beth and I shared our most intimate secrets, desires and gossip. She was one of the first I told about losing my virginity (the day after I told my mom) and I got a call from her just hours after she gave up hers. She was the first girl I masturbated with although I have to admit that SHE was the one to instigate it. There were even a few double dates where we would trade off boyfriends. Through it all, though, we never played with each other or even kissed. It was like something unwritten between us that our relationship was perfect the way it was so why screw it up?

Beth and I may be great friends, but that doesn’t mean we are alike. Indeed, people who know us both are sometimes amazed that we can stand being in the same room with each other! I was the flat chested young teenager while she seemed to go from a training bra to a C cup overnight. Beth was a little more “rounded” in places than I was but by no means could you call her fat. If anything, it just seemed to enhance those boobs which were now solidly in the D cup category. I was a little more reserved than her at parties, preferring guys more one-on-one whereas she was the ultimate party girl, always telling me about her latest gangbang or whatever.

This past summer it was Beth who introduced me to the world of sex parties. Although we didn’t do anything with each other at them (aside from a minor episode at the first party), there were times I looked at her ass barely hidden in a pair of tight jeans or her firm 36D breasts outlined in a tight tank top and wonder what it would be like to be with her. It’s not like I didn’t like girls ... I just loved guys more. Well, maybe not so much “guys” as what they carried around between their legs!

Aside from my mother and her sister, until I went to college I hadn’t had sex with a girl, not even a kiss except maybe during a Truth or Dare game. To me, what I shared at home with my family was different than being with a girl outside our family so being with another girl would be a major step as it would establish me as being bi-sexual and I honestly wasn’t sure that I really was. I enjoyed being with my mom so I knew it was not a matter of being turned off by girls. It was just that I loved boys and being fucked by them and let’s face it, a girl with a vibrating plastic dildo is NOT the same as a horny boy with a hard cock!

For whatever reason I always assumed that if I ever actually did have a lesbian relationship that Beth would be my first. Somehow the right circumstances never arose and eventually it turned out to be Brenda, my freshman roomie, that broke the girl-on-girl ice for me. After that, although boys were still at the top of my sexual appetite, girls were now on the menu! As it turned out, it was my cousin Kristen who was my second girl. Yeah, she was technically family but not in the same way as my mom or aunt. If anything, she was more like a sister.

It was the Saturday of my Thanksgiving break when Beth picked me up for lunch. We went to a local Eat ‘n Park restaurant near the mall where a lot of kids hung out and I caught up on all the latest local gossip. Beth attended college downtown so she still lived with her parents which helped her to stay in the local “loop”. As always, she knew who was seeing who, who was pregnant, who broke up, who was cheating and so forth. As we finished our lunch I asked her if she had time to stop by my house for a while. Beth said it was OK and so we returned to my place.

The weather had been cold and raining until then but was finally breaking so we kept our jackets on and went out on the deck where we sat by the table. Beth brought up the subject of the sex parties she had taken me to this past summer. I learned that she had been to a number of them since then, usually two or three a month. Although it was too late to do anything this weekend, she was curious as to if I would be interested in going to one when I was home for Christmas break. I actually wasn’t too sure as after the last one I’d decided not to attend any more. Sure I enjoyed them physically, there was no denying that, but at the same time I prefer more intimacy when it comes to sex. Not a real boyfriend or that type of relationship, but at least I wanted to know his name!

Emotionally the whole sex party atmosphere left me a bit empty. I remember sitting home afterwards, my pussy still throbbing from an evening of fucking, feeling pretty darn good but wondering just whose cock had been in me - or in some cases how many? I can’t say that line of thinking was a huge turn-on for me. We joked about the very first party where as part of my “initiation” I had to let the party host screw me in front of everyone else to start off the party. I was initially quite nervous since I’d never had sex in front of a crowd of strangers before so Beth had helped him out a bit to calm my nerves. Beth grinned as she recalled that day...