Chapter 1: Sex Parties

At was just last summer that I first became involved with the local sex party scene. My best friend Beth was responsible for this as she was the one with a “lifetime membership” and had invited me along as her guest. In all, I attended four of these extremely private affairs last summer. While overall I found them to be fun and arousing, from an emotional perspective they left me with a rather empty feeling. I mean, in most cases I didn’t even know the guy’s name yet I gladly allowed him to fuck me and even let most of them cum inside of me.

Even though Beth all but begged me to attend more of them, I decided to limit myself to these few. They were more for the occasional “fun” factor than anything else. Sort of a “been there, done that” type of thing.

This summer I had no sooner returned home from school for summer break than Beth was already urging me to join in again. I put her off at first but finally gave in around the beginning of July. As before, the party itself was fun while it lasted and while I’m definitely not sorry that I did it, it wasn’t exactly an emotional rollercoaster. As far as I knew, Beth was aware of my true feelings about the parties and so in the past she had always waited for a “cooling off” period before she invited me to the next one. Knowing that, I was a bit surprised when barely two weeks later she was on the phone trying to convince me to join her yet again.

“Oh c’mon Kelly,” she implored me, “You had such a great time at the last time ... oh admit it you slutty girl, you know you did!”

“I don’t know Beth,” I answered, trying to stall for time while I debated it inside my head, “It’s not like I’m hurting for sex or anything. I’m pretty satisfied I guess.”

Indeed, so far this had been the best summer in my life so far as sex went. Even better, much of it had been something new or unusual which always turns me on. A fun day at the lake, the wedding of the first guy who fucked me (back when I was just fourteen), the father of one of the kids I baby-sit, and several family “adventures” to mention a few. Also included in the middle of it all was the first sex party of the summer, just a couple of weeks earlier.

“Don’t even TRY to pull THAT one on me, sister,” Beth chastised me with a hint of laughter in her voice, “Like, I’ve never seen you ‘satisfied’ ... not ever.”

Well, she had me there so what could I say? It’s not like I am a drug addict or anything, I just happen to enjoy sex - a LOT. Some people have accused me of being a nymphomaniac but I honestly take exception to that characterization. Like, I don’t HAVE to have sex, I just enjoy having it as often as possible. Personally, I think most people would have it more often if they could and so they look at people like me and get jealous which leads them to criticizing my lifestyle when it’s their own that’s the problem.

The next party wasn’t until Friday night which left me a couple of days to ponder it. About all the wait did was give me time to imagine what MIGHT happen. Every one of these I’d been to was unique in its own way. I can still remember my first party vividly, like it happened yesterday. You can imagine my surprise when I learn that I had to be “initiated”.

Actually, it wasn’t all that bad so far as initiations go. All I had to do was let the host fuck me in front of everyone to start off the party. In the end, it turned out to be a great way to let everyone get to know me right off the bat, and I really mean “know” me!