Chapter 7: Swapsies

Everyone has a best friend, someone you share every secret with, even swap clothes from time to time, my bestie was Kim Cox. Yes, the same Kim who got me into blow jobs for drinks. I remember we went to a party and both of us pulled, then on the way home as good friends do, we swapped boyfriends.

For the record can I just state that there was nothing sexual between Kim and me. Looking back, I wish there had of been but in those days ... well it didn’t even enter my head.

As soon as someone let slip their parents were away the cry would go up, “Party at XYZ’s.” Having seen the state some of the houses were left in, I am glad my parents never went away without me. The process was the same every time and I suspect very similar the whole world over for underage parties. There would always be one or two lads who would somehow get access to booze along with the kids who could sneak a bottle from the drinks cabinet every household had. Once that ran out, quite frequently someone would find the key to the host’s parents’ locked drinks cabinet, or bust it open, and that would get raided as well.

In the lounge, the curtains would be pulled tightly shut and the music cranked up. The girls would huddle round dancing while the boys watched from the sides like predatory animals waiting for their prey to separate from the safety of the herd.

The kitchen was a safe zone where people would drink and the boys boast about whatever they wanted to boast about that week. Some snogging would take place in the hallways or on the stairs, but outside or in the bedrooms was where the serious action took place. It was the aim of every boy there to get a girl into the bedroom and see how far he could go.

I had been dancing with a lad called Darren and he tried to steer me towards the bedroom a couple of times. As I didn’t know him, I feigned reluctance but knew I would give in sooner or later. I knew he went to our school but was in sixth form doing A levels so was a year or two older than me.

“Where’s your mate?” He asked me as we came up for air from a marathon snog, “ ... and thinking about it where’s my mate Micky?”

I looked around for Kim but she was nowhere to be seen. I knew she was in a huff as she had just dumped her Peter for the fourth time in as many weeks. They split up and got back together as many times as the moon rose in a month.

He said something to a boy walking past and then laughed as he turned to me, “She has got off Micky,” then he pulled me by the hand, “They have gone to the end bedroom, let’s go and spy on them.”

We sneaked down the hallway, not that anyone could have heard us over the music, and opened the bedroom door. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I could make out two shapes on the far single bed. The flash of pale flesh showed me they had gone past the kissing stage and were getting down to business. I wasn’t sure it was Kim at first but then I recognised her voice when I heard her moan as the guy she was with started fingering her. I could tell that was what he was doing as I could see his arm moving and hear her pussy squelching.

“Sexy huh?” Darren whispered in my ear as he started to rub my pussy through my panties. As Kim’s moans grew louder I allowed Darren to slide his fingers under the waistband and play with my pussy.

Glancing at the other bed I heard the rustle of clothing and the flash of Kim’s partner’s ass as he climbed between her legs. I heard her whimper as he entered her and allowed Darren to lower me to the other bed. As he did he deftly pulled my panties off and threw them into the darkness. I could hear the other bed creaking as Micky started to fuck Kim and I could just see her legs that were wrapped around his thighs.

Darren pushed a finger into me in a way that seemed more of a formality to check on my wetness than anything else. Then he grabbed my ankles, lifting them apart before he bent me almost double with me half on the bed and him standing off it as he looked down at me in the gloom.

“Show it where to go,” he said gruffly and I tried to wrap my hand around his cock, but my fingers wouldn’t touch. It wasn’t the longest cock I had held, that was Spike’s claim to fame, but it was one of the thickest. Placing the head at my entrance I waited as he started to push and I found myself wishing he had fingered me more.

Kim told me later that the sound I made when he entered me was one of the hottest things she had ever heard and it also made her determined that she was going to sample that cock for herself.

“Fuck,” was all I could gurgle as Darren entered me making me feel like he was going to rip me in two. I tried to put my hands up to slow him down but he just used his weight to bury his cock in me. Once fully in he stopped and leant forward and kissed me as I panted into his mouth trying to adjust to the invasion.

He broke the kiss and whispered, “You are tight, just how I like them.”

I think every girl would have been tight for him, but I could feel myself relaxing and becoming more comfortable. Then as he slowly pulled out it felt like he was tugging my insides out, but before he left me completely he reversed the stroke and pushed back in.

The noises from the other bed were getting louder as Micky fucked Kim to an orgasm. As I listened, I felt myself relax as my insides were being churned as Darren started to fuck me faster. I would love to have said deeper as well but as I said, he wasn’t that long. I felt him swell inside and then his strokes became fast and savage as he pumped himself into me.

The pair left the room leaving Kim and myself to search through the coats for our clothes. Neither of us ever found our panties and I have always had the strong suspicion that the pair took them as trophies of the evening. After we had got ourselves respectable enough and put wads of tissues to good use we could see the party was winding down.

As we went to leave there was a sight that I have always remembered. There were a few people dancing in the floor space created by pushing the couches back against the walls. In the chimney breast was a flame effect fire that gave out no heat but did give out reasonable illumination. In front was a rug and on that rug were a couple, no idea who they were, fucking totally oblivious to what was going on around them.