Chapter 20: My First Party, Part 2

I returned to pool side and was handed another beer which I consumed a little to fast. Glancing around, I spotted Alexis sitting on a lounge chair between to seniors with whom I had little in common. I waited until she made eye contact with me, and then felt she was dismissing me ... at least for the time being. I went looking for another girl to talk too, hoping to make her jealous.

Someone handed me my first joint and I was half-stoned when I saw Heather come out of the house with Paul Sosnowski.

'So it was Paul that she was blowing, ' I thought, and bummed another joint from whomever it was handing them out.

I wandered over to the end of the pool and sat down next to a girl I'd seen in one of my classes. I didn't know her name, but she looked pretty good in her red bikini, although she wore thick eyeglasses.

"Hi," I said, using the best of all opening gambits.

"Hi," she responded. "You're Aubrey aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm sorry; I don't know you're name. I do know you're in my math class."

"Clorie. My name is Clorie," she said. Her voice had a nice tinkle to it and I warmed to her immediately.

"Clorie ... that's a very unusual name. A nice name though."

"Thank you," she said and licked her lips.

"I've got a nice joint here," I said, holding the marijuana cigarette up in front of her. "Would you care to share it with me?"

"Oh ... I've never..."

"Me neither ... at least not until a few minutes ago. I've never had much beer either, but there's always a first time, right?"

"I guess," Clorie said, although she was still noncommittal about accepting my offer.

"You wouldn't have a light, would you?" I asked, knowing girl's carried just about everything in their tiny purses.

"I ... think I may have some matches," she replied, already digging into her purse. A moment later she produced a book of matches and handed them to me.

"Thank you," I said and lit up.
After inhaling deeply, and holding the smoke in my lungs for as long as I could stand, I released the smoke and felt the primo Jane hit.

"Here, you try," I said, hoping she would.

She did, taking just as deep a drag as I had and holding it until I told her to exhale.

In less than five minutes we were both stoned, and Clorie sat on my lap as we shared the last of my beer.

Clorie nudged me with her elbow, and said. "I see some couples going into the house."

"Um, yeah" I said in response and followed with, "How about taking off..."

"I'm not taking anything..."

"Your glasses..."

"Oh ... okay."

She was good-looking to begin with, but on removing the eyeglasses I could see that she was in fact, beautiful. I told her so.

"Get out!"

"No, I mean it!"

"You're only saying that," she said, begging for more compliments.

I began to compare her to some of the more attractive girls still at poolside.

It was obvious Clorie was eating it up and when she started to squirm on my lap, I placed a hand on her thigh.

"Don't..."

Before she could utter another word I leaned forward and kissed her. Clorie gave herself to my kiss, but kept her mouth sealed.

I pulled her closer to me. By now I was fully erect and knew she must have felt it pressing against her.

Finally, Clorie broke away from our kiss.

"Aubrey ... no!" she whispered, "We'd better not ... they'll see us."

"We aren't making any noise," I whispered back.

"Do you care?"

She laughed, evidently having gathered some confidence and said, "No, not really."

"Kiss me!" I said, making it more demand than request.

Clorie leaned back in and began to kiss me. This time her mouth opened and her tongue ventured out to duel with mine. I responded by putting my hands over the cheeks of her ass and squeezing them at the same time I sucked her tongue into my mouth.

The kiss went on and on, and I allowed a hand to slip into the backside of her bikini and fondle the flesh of her rump.

She moaned into my mouth.

My other hand delved into her halter and my thumb began to tease her nipple.

"Please, Aubrey ... Ahhh! No, don't!" Clorie panted when I tried to put my hand between her thighs.

"They'll see us!"

I pushed her off my lap and stood up.

"What?" she said puzzled that I wasn't playing by her rules.

"Come with me," I said and tugged her by the arm as I headed for the house.

"But ... but..." she sputtered as she fought to retain her balance.

We went in through the front door and found ourselves in the living room. It was occupied by several couples in various stages of making out.

Two couples shared the couch. Mostly kissing, but one girl's breast was exposed, and it was obvious that they were going to go much further.

A girl I had never seen before was going down on Billy Walker as he sat in an arm chair.

I maneuvered Clorie into the second bedroom as the first one was occupied by two young girls. I think they were freshmen, but I'm not positive. They had their bathing suits on, but were a tangle of arms and legs as they frenched one another.

"My God, I can't believe what I'm seeing," Clorie gasped as I herded her up against the bed.

"It's a wild party, that's for sure," I told her. Then we were kissing and I thought I detected a little more arousal in her response.

We fell on the bed still kissing. I had my hand on the upper part of her thigh. The springs on the bed began to creak.

"We're making ... mmmmm ... a lot of noise," Clorie moaned between kisses.

I had my hand at the top of her tightly closed thighs and was delighted to discover the flesh there was wet and slippery.

"No ... No ... Please, no. I can't ... I don't want..."

I started to rub the palm of my hand over her cunt. Sure she still had her bikini's on, but all that was between my hand and her cunt was a thin piece of material. It was as if nothing was separating me from her prize.

"Aubrey ... not tonight ... please?"

"Are you a virgin?"

There was a long silence before she replied.

"No."

"Then what's wrong? Don't you like me?"

"Yes, I do ... but..."

"Then kiss me," I said.

"Yes ... sure, but..."

"That's all ... just a kiss, all right?"

Her mouth was on mine before I'd finished the sentence.

I worked myself into position so that I lay on top of her and began a slow dry humping motion. Several seconds passed ... she began to respond. I squeezed a leg into her crotch and felt her yield to it. Her arms were around my neck, and her legs were parting.

There was a noise outside the bedroom and Clorie panicked.

"Don't you move ... be quiet," I whispered to her ear.

She froze in place and I used the opportunity to maneuver my dick against her cunt. We heard the roar and gurgle of a flushing toilet and Clorie relaxed for a moment and then realizing where my dick was began to cry.

"Don't cry, baby," I cooed, and covered her face with kisses, tasting the tears flowing down her cheeks. But my hands were busy, with one now inside her halter as I palmed her firm ripe breast.

Clorie surprised me by reaching between us and rubbing my hardon.

A moment later I realized that she was also rubbing her cunt. Which of the two targets she was trying to attain I could only guess, and I decided that she was touching herself deliberately and me by accident.

"Don't cry," I said again, "we're all alone now," I told her and lifted a breast out in the open.

"You have beautiful breasts," I told her.

"You only have one out," she sniffed, bringing her tears under control.

I freed the other breast, and said, "There, now both your beauties are out in the open.

"Do you like them?" she said sniffing again.

"Very much," I said, and squeezed one while licking the nipple of the other.

Clorie let out a slight moan of satisfaction.

"Like that?"

"Mmmm."

"And this?" I said, biting down on the other stiffening bud.

"Gawd, yes!"

I noticed her hand had slowed in her rubbing movements between her legs. She seemed to be savoring the moment of my tongue as it flicked across the top of her nipple.

I began to play with her right nipple, while my tongue was still enjoying her left one. She let out another moan, this time tilting her head backward, pushing her breasts into me and exposing her neck. I took my mouth off her nipple and started to kiss up the side of her neck, but I kept my right hand where it was playing with her breast.

The next thing I knew I her hand dipping into my trunks and gripping my cock in her fist.

She sighed and began pumping my dick.

"That feels wonderful," I told her. "Don't you dare stop."

She giggled and I returned the favor, delving into her bikini bottom and cupping her mons.

Clorie had a small amount of pubic hair on her mound, she must have been clean shaven at some point recently, I thought as my fingers located her clit. Clorie let out a slightly louder moan at this, and I felt her wetness on my knuckles as I teased her.

"You ... you know how..." she hissed, as I slipped a finger into the silky moist opening.

"Yes ... I know how," I said agreeably.

Clorie spread her legs to give me better access to her pussy. I repositioned my hand so my thumb played with her clit and sank a second finger into her velvety cavern. She let go of my cock, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in to another passionate kiss.

I could feel her body shake as I fingered her.

"I love you, Clorie, I love you," I whispered into her slack-jawed mouth as I pushed her legs wider apart with my other knee.

"No! She sobbed, starting to cry again. But I noticed the sobbing masked her heavy breathing and continued my assault, knowing I had her tacit approval.

I rose to my knees and pulled my trunks down, exposing my cock. Then I peeled the bikini bottoms from her, leaving them dangling from her left foot. I shucked the trunks from my lower torso and we were finally naked together.

I guided my prick up to her pussy and found its long sought objective.

"No ... no ... no!" she gasped in a panic stricken whisper.

My cock had no conscience, and neither did I, and I guided it forward until the tip was engulfed by Clorie's soft, moist orifice. She trembled under me, but her thighs loosely clasped mine although otherwise she wasn't moving. I continued to ease into her and, although the hot, juicy passage was tight, there was no obstruction. After I fucked her she insisted that I was the first, but earlier she had said she was not a virgin, so who knew for sure? Well, Clorie did, but she never confirmed it one way or the other to me.

Clorie tensed beneath me when I made my final lunge and buried my tool completely within her juicy toolbox. As if helping me to celebrate, the bedsprings roared their approval by squeaking loudly. Our bodies were meshed, her velvet sheath compressing my cock within its delightful, exhilarating clasp.

I thought then and still do today that there is no greater feeling than when a man's cock enters a woman that first time. And I expect that women would say essentially the same thing about the feel of a man's cock. Someone should do a survey on that particular subject. Any volunteers?

I savored the moment as my throbbing dick was buried to its root in the hotly clasping depths of her body. I was fucking her. She was fucking me back. All was well with the world.

"Aubrey..." she huffed, "we ... gotta stop."

Why?"

"I'll get pregnant!" she sobbed, although her body was jerking with each and every thrust I made into her.

"Tomorrow ... that's it. We can do it tomorrow. I'll buy some condoms ... we can use my house." She whimpered.