Chapter 9: Why Not?

Sometimes you will get an outrageous request or offer and your brain screams at you to run away. Other times in the heat of the moment it goes “Yeah why not.” This was one of those times.

Looking back I would like to think it was the fact that it was my 16th birthday party and I was drunk that made me say “why not,” but in reality I kind of enjoyed being a slut.

“Come on Julie ... please ... it’s been ages.”

I looked at Nigel’s face and had to stop myself laughing as he looked like a cute dog pleading for a treat. I looked thoughtful as I tried to remember which Nigel he was. I had been out with two, well I say been out, both of them had fucked me which kind of counts and to be fair to myself it had been well over a year. I seemed to remember that one of them was quite a big boy whereas the other was almost disappointing as he struggled to keep the condom on.

It was my 16th birthday party and my parents weren’t silly enough to let me hold it at home. Instead, they hired the village hall and put on a disco with a small buffet and of course a non-alcoholic bar. Anyone who has been a sixteen-year-old child, which I assume everyone reading this has been, will know that throughout the ages teenagers have been able to get booze. There were many quarter and half bottles in handbags or boys jackets and as the night progressed the contents rapidly disappeared.

Every slow dance that came on a boy would drag me from the circle of girls and cop a feel of my arse or try for a snog and without fail would remind me that I was ‘legal’ now. Not that it had stopped me for the last couple of years, it just meant to me that some of the men who had previously sent me packing with words like ‘jail bait’ would be more interested.

I looked at the Nigel who was pleading with me and whispered in his ear, “Only if Nigel goes after you.” I was covering my bets by naming the two Nigels in our class as one of them at least had a decent sized cock. I blame the booze or maybe it was my sense of adventure or perhaps even because it was what was expected of me.

Nigel rushed off and came back a few minutes later with another boy in tow who looked highly suspicious.

“Nigel says you want to fuck me after him, but I think the cunt is winding me up.”

I noticed that there were a few other boys standing behind them trying to act nonchalant but were straining to hear what was going on.

“What do you lot want?” I said with an air of bravado tinged with a cockiness that hid my inner panic and growing lust.

“We want to watch,” said one.

“Yeah and maybe take a turn,” another added, laughing loudly to hide his nerves.

I remained still and quiet for a moment before I said, “OK why not.”

The hall had a couple of store rooms where they put things like the tables and chairs when they weren’t being used as well as nets for badminton and mats for kid’s gymnastics. I knew where the key was from when we had put out the tables and chairs that afternoon. So grabbing it I marched confidently to the store room.

I didn’t have any panties on as I had been outside with another boy earlier in the evening. He had torn them in his haste to get inside them when he had fingered me before he gave me a knee trembler against the wall. The torn panties had been discarded in the mud along with his used condom.

“You do all have johnnys don’t you?” I said as I lay on the mat with my dress pulled up around my waist.

The embarrassed shuffling and muttering told me that the answer was ‘no’ as I stood up.

One of the Nigels said hurriedly, “You aren’t going to back out are you?”

“Don’t be daft,” I laughed, “I just don’t want your stuff all over this dress so one of you can unzip me.”

Having removed the dress I resumed my position on my back and opened my legs as they crowded forward for a view. I could see their eyes were nearly bulging out of their heads as Nigel 1 undid his belt and dropped his trousers and underwear to his ankles.