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I realize this is a long story, but I wanted to build up some context since this had been simmering for years.
I’d been friends with Christine since middle school, but it wasn’t until the summer before high school that we really became close friends. By freshman year we were always together; talking on the phone after school almost every day. It was to the point that everyone assumed we were dating, even my parents knew her well. Toward the end of the year, she actually asked me out. I turned her down because I didn’t see her as more than a great friend and didn’t want to ruin anything between us.
I think this really hurt her and caused tension between us. Over the next summer, she started seeing her older neighbor, Mark, who was a guy no one liked but everyone knew due to his reputation as a “bad boy”. By sophomore year, Christine and I kept our distance and barely spoke anymore.
In junior year, we ended up in the same math class, and she was struggling. I felt bad and offered to help her study. Both because I missed her and wanted to reconnect with her, and I honestly wanted her to succeed. She accepted and I started going over to her parent’s house regularly, working through math problems in her room upstairs. Her parents were always home downstairs and her three brothers in the rooms next to us, so it was always a busy place to be and not a lot of privacy.
That’s when she began whispering to me about more details about her rendezvous with Mark.
She came from a strict, religious household, so everything about her relationship was secretive, like sneaking out, and lying to her parents and brothers about where she was, drinking, etc. She bragged about all of the sex positions she tried with Mark, and how he made her walk home and around her parent’s house in cum soaked panties. I didn’t know why she shared so much with me, but I liked hearing about it and it helped me feel connected with her.
By that point, I’d met Mark. He was actually an OK guy and always trying to win my approval by offering to buy alcohol. I didn’t ever decline that offer and kind of built up a little stockpile. Christine and I were drinking together on the side and we had a lot of fun hanging out in parks late at night and talking about the world.
Eventually her and Mark broke up the summer before senior year, and Christine decided to throw a massive house party as a way to reset her life and be free. We had more than enough booze to supply the party due to our combined efforts over the past months.
As soon as I arrived, I began slamming beers, as one should. This was the most insane party that I’ve ever been to. If you remember those wild MTV spring break commercials from the 1990s, this was pretty much a mirror image of that. Tons of drunken nudity and debauchery. I somehow even headed a strip beer pong game, where I lost. I miss the days without good cell phone cameras, because I think a lot of people are missing out nowadays with the risk of someone sharing pictures.
I remember meeting a girl named Veronica and we really hit it off. I have a memory snippet of her and I in the hot tub together, naked (because of my lack of beer pong skills), and having a great time talking about life. Later on, I also remember Christine jumping into the hot tub beside me and interrupting our conversation, and I could have sworn at some point both her and Veronica were touching me underwater.
As the night went on, my next clear memory was being too drunk to be in the backyard pool and being taken to the shower upstairs to sober up. I had lost my clothes from earlier and frankly didn’t care. Christine was in there with me, both of us naked, for some reason. Veronica was apparently looking for me and she knocked and opened the door. She was confused and wondering what we were doing in there, and kicked Christine out and helped me dry off and tried to take care of me. I don’t know what happened after that, but my next memory was waking up in the hallway, naked, face down, and crawling to Christine’s room to go to sleep.
Eventually, Christine woke me up after everyone had left. She told me I could stay in her bed and that she smoothed things over with Veronica. Then she asked me if I wanted to have sex, and I said yes, but my body failed me because I was still too drunk. Then she told me she really needed to fuck someone and said she’s going to call Mark and walk over to his house to see if he wanted to fuck her still. She left, I went back to sleep, and she came back some time later and laid down with me. As usual, she talked about how he fucked her doggy style and since she hadn’t had sex for a while, she came multiple times.
I was much more sober at this point and, for some reason, this story made me rock hard. Since I was still completely naked, she noticed, wrapped her hand around me, and started stroking me. I still clearly remember how soft her hands were and how intimate that felt. She asked me if she was turning me on and asked if I wanted to hear more, and I said yes. She kept talking about all of the dirty things they did, her fantasies, and eventually started sucking on me, which was, to this day, the best blowjob of my life. She moved my hand into her panties and I felt so much of Mark’s cum leaking out of her, which instantly made me orgasm. Then she told me it was her turn to cum and told me to bite her nipples and lick her clit. She instructed me on every movement and guided me to pleasure her exactly how she wanted. She asked me to finger her, and when two fingers wasn’t enough, she made me put all four in. After she pushed my head into her, I felt her start to clench, moan, and orgasm.
After that night, and once our senior year started, I continued to study math with her. But she would tell me her sex stories with other partners and let me masturbate under my pants in her room with her, all while her parents and brothers were home.
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