Chapter 7

“Okay, Daddy, no wild parties. See you tomorrow.” Lizzie Charles hit the button on the portable phone and turned it off, then tossed it onto the grass. She was laying on a reclining lawn chair wearing only the bottom half of a bikini; the top had been tossed onto the grass as well. The Charles’ house was a large ranch located on five acres of mostly wooded property on the southern end of Ballston Spa, and Sam had put in a high fence around the back yard when they had put in the swimming pool. It was as private as could be imagined, and his daughter almost always sunned herself topless. Bottomless on occasion, too, but that afternoon, she simply had pulled her bikini down to mid-thigh. She glistened with oil.

“What about no wild parties?” asked Olivia Demarest. She was lying face down on a beach blanket, completely nude. A third friend, Teresa Marks, lay next to her, topless. Both girls had a sheen of tanning oil. The sun was dying, but it was a warm day, and nobody felt like moving.

Lizzie adjusted her sunglasses, then looked over. “My father’s car broke down, or something. Anyway, he’s stuck down in Oneonta for the night and won’t be coming home until tomorrow. He say’s I’m to behave and not have any wild parties.”

“That sucks,” commented Teresa. “So, what are you going to do?”

“Have a wild party, what else!” Lizzie grinned and sat upright. “Hand me that phone again.” She dialed a number from memory. “Jimmy? ... Yeah, it’s me ... Want to come to a party? My place ... Right now ... Yeah, bring some pizza and beer ... That’s the idea ... A whole box? ... Great! ... See ya’”

“A whole box of what?” asked Olivia, looking at her friend over the tops of her sunglasses.

“Rubbers, what else!” Lizzie laughed and stood. “Come on, we’ve got some calls to make. You guys have to call your moms and tell them you’re staying over, then we’ve got to call a few more guys, and get Deb over here as well. Let’s go!”

Laughing, the other two girls jumped up and dove into the pool to wash off the suntan lotion. By the time they had surfaced and climbed out, their friend had already begun making telephone calls. The plan was simple, every guy was told to bring pizza and beer. The four girls would provide all the entertainment they could ask for.

Half an hour later, Deb Trasker showed up carrying a small gym bag. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, and a lacy bra peeked out of the top. She followed the other girls inside and upstairs to Lizzie’s room, where the others were dressing for the party. Dressing proved very simple. All four teens were cheerleaders, the self-described ‘Slut Squad’. Deb peeled off her clothes and discarded her bra and panties, then pulled her shorts and tank top back on. Teresa borrowed a pair of shorts and a halter top from Lizzie, and Olivia pulled her own shorts and T-shirt back on with nothing underneath. Lizzie pulled on a very short denim miniskirt, then pulled on a blouse, tying it at the waist but otherwise leaving it unbuttoned and open. Now they looked like what they called themselves, sluts getting ready for a night of wild fucking. All four were beautiful young women, with tight and trim bodies and great figures. Deb was the ringleader of sorts, but tonight it was Lizzie’s party.

Once the foursome had dressed, they headed downstairs. To ease cleanup, it was decided to have the party outside, around the pool. By seven, the guys had started to show up, each of them bringing a boxed pizza or two and one or two six-packs of beer. The first guy that Lizzie had called, Jimmy Stevens, was on the football team and had a father who owned a drug store. He tossed a large case of Trojans onto the picnic table with a big grin, then grabbed a beer and headed over to where Lizzie was talking to another guy, also on the football team. As he got closer, he saw that his friend had a hand inside Lizzie’s open blouse, where it was cupping and fondling one of the buxom girl’s tits. He said hello, then slipped his free hand inside her blouse. Lizzie smiled as the waves of pleasure washed through her, and moved so that both boys could fondle her, then reached down and grabbed their cocks through their pants. Neither boy was jealous, since they both knew they’d be getting well laid.

By eight, the sun was nothing more than a red line of clouds in the west, and the party was moving into high gear. The four girls had gathered eight guys around them, the beer was flowing, and an awful lot of clothing had been shed. To the casual observer, it would have looked like a full-scale orgy, which was what the night had turned into. In the pool, Teresa seemed to be talking to a pair of guys; up close it was obvious that nobody was dressed, and that while she was giving head to a guy sitting on the edge of the pool, another fellow was behind her, fucking her from the rear. Deb was naked and on her back on a beach blanket, her arms and legs wrapped around the guy who was humping her vigorously. Another boy, temporarily sated, lay a few feet away. Olivia’s top had been pulled off, and she knelt between a pair of football players, their pants around their ankles and rubbers on their cocks, and she alternated between them, sucking their latex-encased members. The last two teammates had sandwiched Lizzie between them. She was riding Jimmy, one of his dad’s rubbers was on his cock and she was straddling his hips, his cock pulsing in her cunt. Behind her, her other friend had let her put the rubber on with her teeth, then he had knelt behind her to stuff it into her asshole. Lizzie had screamed at the surprise attack, but nobody had noticed, and it felt too good to stop.