Chapter 2: Flirting at the Party

Out in the car my cousin Kristen was waiting rather impatiently. I didn’t even have my seat belt fastened and she was already pulling away from the curb. I gave her a quick glance and smiled. Good thing I hadn’t chosen my favorite denim skirt or someone might have thought we were twins. In the car sitting down it barely covered her ass and I could easily see the black thong she was wearing underneath. Her smooth tanned legs were bare as was most of the rest of her with just a black bikini type top on that made the most of her B cup boobs. God she looked hot!

“Haven’t seen you in that dress in a long time Kelly,” she remarked, ‘Looks good on you though. What’s underneath?”

I pulled up the bottom hem and showed her my pink thong.

“Oh yeah, I remember you buying that one ... remember that poor boy who was watching us at the store?”

We both giggled as the memory of some teenage kid who had been spying on us as we went through the lingerie, trying to appear as if he was wasn’t looking but it was SO obvious. He probably spent the night jerking off thinking of us wearing them, which I would have taken as a compliment.

Kristen put her hand to her mouth and gasped saying, “Oh wait ... now I remember! Isn’t that the dress your dad bought you for your birthday?”

Since she was looking at me instead of the road, I nodded and pointed to the road ahead of us, trying to hint at her to pay more attention before she killed us both.

“Did you know he told me all about it one time?” she said with a devilish grin, “Sounds like you had a lot of fun modeling it for him ... and even more after he took it off you!”

Well, he hadn’t told ME that he had told her but then it didn’t surprise me as he liked to tell me about his exploits with her sometimes too. It was fun to remember but I didn’t see the point discussing it now so I changed the subject to the upcoming party for the rest of the short drive. When we got there the lot was almost full and I could hear the music coming from the speakers in the back.

“Ready for some fun?” Kristen asked as she got ready to get out of the car. She didn’t expect, nor did I give her a response as we both got out and headed for the entrance.

When we got to the front entrance I was surprised to see a guy was there checking IDs. Technically this wasn’t a problem for me as I was 22 but Kristen was only twenty, and didn’t LOOK a day over seventeen or eighteen at most. Oh well, that had never stopped her before. She lifted her chin a bit and strolled in like she owned the place.

“ID girls?” the guy asked, staring at our boobs from the moment we turned up the steps.

“Do I LOOK like I’m carrying ID on me anywhere?” Kristen responded, rolling her eyes as if it was the dumbest question she’d ever heard. Indeed, she wasn’t carrying a purse and in that outfit, it would have been hard to hide a postage stamp let alone a driver’s license.

“Sorry, just doing my job,” he replied sheepishly, his face turning a little red. He look to be maybe barely 21 himself and must have been pretty low on the seniority list to have pulled ID duty with the party going on out back.

“Soooooo, are you going to let us in or not?” I interrupted him, acting as impatient as I could.

“Sorry, got to have those IDs, you know how it goes,” he sighed, as if he’d been through this several time tonight already.

“Yeah, we KNOW how it goes,” Kristen came back. She stood in front of him and lifted her bikini top up to reveal the cutest perky boobs the guy had probably ever seen. “Here’s my ID, want to check me out?”

The guy couldn’t help himself, he WAS a guy after all. His eyes went straight to her chest and if they opened any wider they would’ve popped out. Kristen giggled and dropped her top back and adjusted it, taking more effort than required so he could see her playing with them.

“Uhhhhh, I guess that’s OK then,” he stammered.

Guys were so easy! Kristen motioned for me to follow and she strutted by the poor kid, winking at him and smiling broadly. Yep, that’s my cousin for you!

We made our way to the back where it was already pretty crowded. Fortunately, Beth and Nancy had gotten there ahead of us and had saved us a couple of seats at one of the tables near the back. There must have been a hundred people packed in already with more coming in behind us. The music was loud and the poor waitresses were trying to keep the drinks coming. Our table had a couple of pitchers of beer on it but I had no idea who had bought them as there were people coming and going constantly. It didn’t matter to me anyway since I never touched the stuff but Kristen quickly found a glass and poured one for herself.

“Hey, glad you two finally made it. We thought you might have changed your minds or something,” Beth said to me as I sat next to her.

Beth was dressed in the same type of skirt that Kristen was wearing but with her bigger boobs, she had on a sheer white blouse that was buttoned below her bosom which allowed the black bra underneath to be almost completely visible. Actually, her bra hid a lot more than Kristen’s bikini top so it wasn’t like it was all that revealing. Next to Beth was Nancy, another of my long-time friends. She also had on a skirt (now I was starting to feel a little out of place wearing a dress) with a tight cami that made her incredible boobs look even better, if THAT was possible. Nancy had the best figure of all my friends by a long shot but she was also the most conservative about showing it. Go figure.

As was typical in such events, it looked like the guys outnumbered the girls by about three or four to one. Not that I was complaining. Beth liked to refer to this type of situation as a “target rich environment”, probably picked up from her dad’s military experience. Whatever you called it, it was open season on us, that was for sure. Just walking through the crowd I felt at least a half dozen hands on my butt! Sitting at the table, the four of us may as well have been rock stars from all the attention we were getting. Everyone seemed to want to buy us a drink, most likely in hopes we would get drunk rather than being polite. “See that guy in the black shirt over there?” Beth said in my ear, pointing towards a rather good looking guy standing over by the bar. “Remember him?”

I looked again but although he was certainly eye candy, there was nothing about him that set him apart from several others like him. I shrugged and looked at her to tell me what it was she was referring to.

“Oh come on Kelly, you have to remember him,” Beth laughed at me, “Don’t you remember the first party I took you to?’’ Still wasn’t ringing a bell so she huffed and rolled her eyes as if I was totally out of it.

“Damn girl, he was the host for your initiation ... remember him now?” she continued, “Maybe if you could see his dick again, THEN you might remember!”

OMG, now I knew who he was. It had been years ago and lord only knows how many guys since that fateful day but she was right, I SHOULD have remembered. It was the first sex party Beth had brought me to and one of the “minor” details she had “forgotten” to tell me was that the host had the right to fuck me first since it was my first night. Not only did he get to fuck me first, but he had to do it in front of the entire group at the start of the party before anyone else could do anything. Memories flooded back into my head and I felt a twinge between my legs as I remembered how it felt to be fucked in front of a roomful of people for the first time. So that was him? Hmmmmmm, he looked better than ever!

Beth had her hand on my bare leg under the table and felt me squirming. She giggled at me and squeezed my thigh saying, “Yeah, I figured once you remembered that you would get all horny. Damn! Calm down girl!”