0 comments/ 28450 views/ 4 favorites Nick's House Party By: theflowmaster It was the summer of 69 the first time I saw her. She was wearing a polka dotted dress and looked like a girl from the 50's on her birthday – her sweet sixteen to be exact. (Although she looked like she was 16, I later found out that she was 19 years old and considered a legal adult.) I kept looking for the poodle on the hem of her skirt and the rest of the Happy Day's gang. Where were the greasers, the "outsiders" with their "blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet, silver star studs on [their] duds like a Harley in heat"? It very well may have been the summer of 72 or the summer of 85, but for some reason it was during the same time period that Bryan Adams got his first real six string – during the summer of 69. (You see, this is a timeless tale that takes place during a young adolescent boy's life. At this specific time in this young boy's life time and place are almost insignificant. This story takes place during the pinnacle of this teenage boy's development, the same way that the summer of 69 or "the summer of love" for many Americans was the pinnacle of the 20th Century. [Author's note: The "summer of love" was actually 1967, but saying "69" just sounds so much better. 1967 was the year of the Monterey Pop Festival in San Francisco; it was also the year the Beatles released Sgt. Pepper. Woodstock took place in New York on Max Yasgur's dairy farm near the Catskills in 1969.] Not that I'm a historian or anything like that. I know that the 60's were a turbulent time period, full of "flower power" "free love" and "make love not war." There was the war in Vietnam, the Civil Rights movement, the woman's lib movement, hippies, protestors, rock bands, and free concerts. People were "turning on, tuning in, and dropping out." There were the Black Panthers, the Hells Angels; there was Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Malcolm X. There was Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Ken Kesey, and Allen Ginsberg. There were the Beatles and Yellow Submarine, there was Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock and there were the Rolling Stones at Altamont. There were people who were living communally in California, and there were major generational differences between the hippies and their parents. There was a culture and a counterculture and there was counterculture that sprung from the counterculture. But the point is that this story takes place during a time in this boy's life where the day of the week didn't even seem to register. This boy didn't have any conception of what day of the week it was or what year it was, or even where he was or what state he was in. He was aware that he was an American, and that he was going through some changes and that he was "finding" himself, but he really didn't go over to a friend's house to play ping-pong and think "I'm doing this on a Wednesday," or sit in front of the TV to watch football and think "Today is a Sunday and tomorrow it'll be back to school, back to work, back to the ole grind." Part of the reason for this was that it was summertime. One day seemed to blend into the next. But even the awareness of what season it was was not something that weighed heavy on this boy's mind. He did not go outside to play basketball and think, "I'm doing this during the summer...Which also explains why it's so hot out here." No. Everything he did at this time during this boy's life took place in isolation, almost in a vacuum. Therefore this is a timeless tale. To say that this story took place on a Sunday or a Monday or during the Winter or during the summer would be placing limitations on something that [although it spanned the time period of an entire summer] occurred essentially during one day in history, one day in time, a day that was not distinct or different from any other day, unless it was so for the fact that it was just like any other day, it was just like the day that came before it and the day that came before that, a day in the life of a young teenage boy, and though it happened to take place during the summer if you were to ask him later if the events that occurred during this time period were shaped by the fact that it was warm outside and that he didn't have to go to school, he probably would have told you that the events that occurred during this time period could have taken place anywhere, at anytime, during the winter, the spring, the summer, or fall, and that these type of external influences were of secondary importance. This was exacerbated by the fact that this boy had no real conception of money or of earning a living. He had no car payments to worry about, no mortgage to contribute to; he didn't even have a bank account or any idea what his social security number was. He didn't have a job and had no real responsibilities. He had no one that depended on him and no one to really answer to or depend on either. Whatever he needed seemed to magically present itself as if out of thin air. If he was hungry he suddenly found that he was holding a sandwich in his hand. If he was thirsty he found somewhere near him a glass of milk that had no one else's name on it, so even if it did belong to someone else he inauspiciously mistook it for his own. He didn't stop to question how these items got there, he just accepted the fact that he seemed to be provided for, taken care of, accommodated with anything that his little heart desired. Sounds pretty nice, right? Well looking back it was a pretty sweet deal, but at this time in this boy's life he had nothing to compare it to, so he pretty much just took these things for granted. Not that he was spoiled or anything like that. He just didn't have to struggle or work very hard to earn his keep or keep himself fed. When it was time to get dressed in the morning he just went to his closet and pulled out something to wear, very rarely wearing the same outfit twice, and when he got up the next morning the clothes he had worn the day before had been magically returned to their original position and condition, clean and pressed and folded neatly or hung up in his closet. If he needed a ride somewhere, there was someone waiting to take him. If a friend invited him to go see a movie or take a dip in the pool he just went and enjoyed himself and had a good time. He only seemed limited by the amount of things there were to do, recreational activates that were available to be taken advantage of. There never seemed to be a transaction of currency between him and his folks or him and the cashier at the grocery store. I suppose someone else or some magical force was always footing the bill, that or the institutions that typically charged other people for their services decided to accommodate this gentleman pro bono or gratis, whatever the case may be. The boy also had the luxury of not having to worry about worldly events or international affairs – wars being fought, politicians running for office, global warming, homelessness in Ethiopia, and other current events, because he never read the newspaper, never watched the news on TV, and he generally shied away from sports, government, politics, and technology. He did like to read novels, mainly science fiction and comic books, and he did like to watch movies and listen to music, but he never really read many magazines and certainly not the tabloids because he didn't care for gossip or celebrity worshipping. To say that Jimmy lived a comfortable lifestyle would be an understatement. For example, even something as mundane and simple as climate control was never an issue for Jimmy. He almost never got sick, and his internal body temperature stayed at an even 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit, and whenever he was indoors he was never too hot or too cold because everything was always kept at a comfortable room temperature. So even though this story takes place during the summer of 69, it really takes place when Jimmy was 18, during the "summer of 69" of his entire life, at an unknown period in time [alright let's say 2003] when the year, setting, and physical location [New Jersey] were of no real importance. Isn't it enough to just tell the story and say what happened without having to give a time and a place? Jeez!) She was sitting on a wooden bench, not a park bench type bench, but a long, flat chest type bench that looked like if you were to stand up and remove the seat cushions and lift the lid you would be able to store things inside there, like little knick knacks, paddie whacks and give the dog a bone type stuff. Or possibly more seat cushions. Although she looked familiar I was quite sure we had never been formally introduced. The bench she was sitting on was long – I mean real long – it looked as if 25 people could have sat right next to each other side by side on that bench, without cramping each others' styles. But at the time there were only two other girls who were sitting on that side of the bench, one on her left and one on her right, both of them sat not directly next to her but at a comfortable arms length distance away. I wasn't sure of the reason for this. It didn't seem to be a big deal or even worth mentioning, but I wondered if she smelled like garlic or had bad BO. I had carefully applied three layers of deodorant to my underarms and sprayed myself twice on the neck with Calvin Klein cologne. I had also brushed my teeth twice, flossed, rinsed with mouthwash, and chewed four pieces of gum to ensure that my breath wouldn't be offensive to anyone, especially not a pretty young lady like the one I was eyeballing now. I had stopped carrying tic-tacs and switched to gum because I didn't like the amount of noise they made inside your pocket whenever you moved your leg. I had been unfortunate enough to inherit bad breath genes from my parents, and if I so much as went near a chopped up onion or a piece of garlic I would be toast. Literally. Just in case I had any chance of smooching with someone later on, I would be prepared. I looked over longingly at a snack table with various chips and cheese doodles, dips and Doritos, guacamole and salsa. I didn't recognize either of the girls she was talking to, so I figured they must be sophomores in college. My friend Nick was dating a girl one or two years older than us – we were both going to be freshman or "frosh" as they are sometimes called – and he decided to invite her and a bunch of her friends to a house party in his basement while his folks were out of town. It wasn't a bad idea. Between the girls in our grade and the girls who were already in college there wasn't a girl in sight who looked like she didn't put out. There were also a few younger high school guys there, sophomores and juniors, but I figured they didn't really pose as much of a threat to us recently graduated seniors. I figured some of the college girls would take a look at the big breasted girls in our grade and get jealous of their good looks and try to snag a young 18 year old stud like myself, and the whole party atmosphere would provide a nice backdrop for long-lasting friendships to grow and develop. That or a one night stand. I stood over by the pool table and tried to look cool and act nonchalant. I looked up from our game for a split second and heard the girls giggling spontaneously from across the room. I thought I saw the girl in the middle lock eyes with mine but I couldn't be sure. She might have only been looking in my direction. I tried to play it cool. I bounced the pool cue on the floor a couple of times in synch with the music before trying my best to concentrate on my upcoming shot. I felt her eyes on me as I carefully lined up the cue ball to knock the 7 ball in the left corner pocket. I chalked up the pool cue and slid it back and forth between my fingers a few times before striking the cue ball. The shot missed, but I sensed that she was no longer watching, and even if she was I guessed that she really didn't care. I walked to the other side of the table to turn my back on her and took a sip from my red beer cup. I knew I shouldn't let a girl I've never met before distract me from my billiards game, especially since I had 5 bucks riding on it, but in all honesty I was more interested in her than I was the billiards. "It shouldn't be too hard for a guy like me to get laid tonight," I thought to myself. I was single, available, tall and handsome, and popular in school, both because I played sports and because I had a good sense of humor. I had just graduated high school and already been accepted to TCNJ so I had no parents to answer to, and no curfew to be home by, which meant I would be able to get a little bit wasted, so long as I didn't pass out or throw up, and everyone in our group of friends by this time was starting to realize that sex was a little bit better when you were a little bit drunk. The girls especially seemed to get horny when they got a little bit tipsy, and they easily forgot themselves and became flirtatious and touchy-feely. Even the girls who were usually shy when they were sober were looking to hook-up. Although some of them might have been looking for a boyfriend, it seemed as if most of them were just looking to fool around a little bit, maybe go all the way, with no real commitment or plans for the future and no strings attached. After all, it was going to be our last summer together, and now was the time to experiment and make some mistakes before going to college and deciding to settle down and raise a family. I was letting the game slip away from me. A quick glance on the table and I noticed there were far more solids than there were stripes, a few more shots sunken by my opponent and I would be toast. Just then the song that had been playing ended and there was that moment of silence before the next song was about to start up. It was my turn to take a shot. If I didn't get the rest of the balls in and then sink the 8 ball this game would be over. But I couldn't really concentrate because I was already trying to think of what I would say to that girl if I walked up to her. I didn't even know her name. Somehow I managed to get the yellow ball in the left side pocket. There were still 3 more of my balls on the table and my opponent only had to get in one more plus the 8 ball. I could either just hit the cue ball as hard as I could and hope for the best, or I could try to make a comeback and call some attention to myself by doing some kind of a trick shot. I took another sip out of my red cup and looked back in the girl's direction but she wasn't there. The other two girls she had been talking to were laughing about something and one of the girls was holding her hands about 12 inches apart which I guess was a rough estimate of the size of some guy's penis. He must have been a black guy to have a shlong that size. "To hell with the trick shot," I thought. "I better go look for that girl before she starts hooking up with the guy with the 12 inch cock!" I hit the ball as hard as I could and hoped that something other than the 8 ball would go in, but I ended up knocking in my opponent's last ball and setting him up perfectly for the 8 ball. "Damn!" I said out loud, pretending to be upset. "You would have had a chance of knocking in that 3 ball, but you would have had to use the bridge or go behind your back. Now look at what you've set up for me." He tapped the cue ball gently and the game was finished. "Nick! Hell of a game, my man. You beat me fare and square. Good thing I didn't agree to play you for 20. Here's the 5 bucks I owe you." I slapped a 5 dollar bill in his hand. "You got me this time, but you better practice up while I'm gone cus I'm gonna go find me a nice little honey and when my fun with her is done I'm gonna come back here and collect double or nothing winnings on your ass. And you best hope I don't have to break out the bridge." "OK we'll see about that mandingo. Go get some tail while the gettins good. They're playing your song." "You're right about that." The song that was playing was "Born to Run." Nick knew that I was a big Bruce Springsteen fan and that I had most of his albums and not just his Greatest Hits. I walked up a flight of stairs to the first floor and headed towards the bathroom. Before I got there I practically bumped right into the girl I was looking for. She was holding a red cup and some beer spilled onto the floor. "I'm sorry about that...I'll help you clean it up. It was my fault. Nick's parents would kill him if they knew he was having a party." I grabbed a nearby roll of paper towels and sopped up the spilled beverage. "I was just on my way to the bathroom." "That's so nice of you! Thanks. I had to come up here to call my mother. She always gets so worried about me." "I know what you mean, my mom's the same way." "Are you one of Nick's best friends or something?" "Yeah, well, I wouldn't say I'm his best friend, but I've had dinner with his family. I think they think of me as a respectable citizen, despite my questionable reputation." "I saw you playing pool with him." "Yeah, he kicked my butt. To tell you the truth I got kind of distracted when I noticed you from across the room. I kept trying to think of where I've seen you before." "I think I might have seen you at a basketball game." "That's right! I couldn't remember what it was but that was it! I'm sorry, I can't believe I don't know your name." "Jenny," she stuck out her hand. "You're Jimmy, right?" "Yeah!" I said. "Hey, Jimmy and Jenny, how about that?" "The two J's." "Kind of like Benny and Joon, only their initials would be B&J and our initials are J&J." "Like Johnson and Johnson!" "Yeah! Hey, let me ask you something...Do you hear the song that they're playing downstairs?" "Yeah..." "Do you know who it's by?" "Is this a trick question?" "No." "Do you know who it's by?" "Yeah. But I'm asking if you know who it's by." "That's a no brainer," she said. "It's Billy Joel." "Eeennn!" (makes the sound of a buzzer.) (She laughs.) "I'm just kidding! I know its Bruce Springsteen." "Ding! Ding! Ding! What have we got for her Johnny!?" "I love Bruce Springsteen. Dancin in the Dark is like one of my favorite songs by him. (begings singing) ... 'This gun's for hire (Jimmy joining in) ...even if we're just dancing in the dark. Hey Baby!' Oh my god, Courtney Cox was like the coolest girl ever when he pulled her up on stage for that video. And Born to Run... That's like the unofficial New Jersey anthem or something. Seseme Street even did a parody of it." "Hey that's pretty good. Here I was thinking I'm the only one at this party who's a fan of the Boss. I guess I have my parents to thank for that. They took me to see him in concert and they always play this album on Labor Day. They make such a big deal out of the fact that he's from Freehold. My dad even points out a gas station in Hazlet near my grandparents' house and says that it's the same sign that he wrote about in Jungle Land." "Really?" "Yeah, it's all faded now but I guess it had a picture of a dinosaur on it at some point." "You're talking about the line that goes, 'we'll meet neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light?'" "Yeah! Wow, you really know your stuff! I'm impressed." "I guess I learned most of it from my Dad too. He listens to all the classic rock. Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin. Dire Straits. Cream. Santana. Squeeze. He plays the guitar." "That's so cool! What about you? Do you play any musical instruments?" "Yeah I play the drums." "No way! I don't know why but for some reason I just got a feeling that you might be a musician. I play a little music myself so maybe that's why I'm able to sniff them out." "What do you play?" "Guitar mostly. On occasion I'll attempt to belt out a tune." "Maybe we should jam sometime. Do you know anyone that can play the bass? Or the keyboard?" "Well I'm sort of in between bass players right now. I had a guy who I thought was pretty good for a while and we sort of tried to start a band but he ended up being a heroin addict and it all went downhill from there. But Nick plays piano so I'm sure he could provide us with some accompaniment if need be." Nick's House Party "Do you normally play acoustic or electric?" "Acoustic or electric. Wow! That's a tough one. I guess I could go both ways on that one." "That's what she said." "Shyeeah." "Well, I might know a guy who could play the bass." "Really? Who might that be? Somebody that goes to our school?" "My grandpa." "Your grandpa!" "No, I'm just kiddin. Actually he's my x-boyfriend. His name's Sean." "Hmm. That name doesn't sound too familiar. He must go to a different school." "He does. He lives in Hightstown." "Well at least he's not too far away. He's not a heroin addict is he?" "No, he's pretty much a pothead but that's about it." "So how come you guys broke up?" "Well, it's kind of a long story. See, we started out as friends, and then we decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and it was basically one of those situations where we didn't want the sex to get in the way of our friendship, so we just went back to being friends." "Well that's not too bad. At least you ended it amicably." "Yeah, and to tell you the truth I think he was the one that wanted to take our relationship to the next level but I really wasn't ready yet. I mean I'm already 19 but I'm practically a virgin." Wow. This girl was laying it on thick. Shit, man. I was practically a virgin myself. I had only had intercourse with 2 or 3 girls. Technically it was 3, but the first time I lost my virginity I was too drunk to cum vaginally so even though I penetrated her with a condom on she ended up taking it off and giving me a blow-job. I got a little bit more practice with the next two girls. Each girl I dated for a couple of months, so we got to have sex on more than one occasion. I knew for sure that I was enjoying myself but I wasn't sure if they were cumming at all or if they were just faking it. I tried to perform cunnilingus a couple of times but I didn't really know what I was doing down there, and apparently I was having some trouble finding the clitoris and the g-spot and all of that. My last girlfriend actually drew me a map but it didn't seem to help. Honestly I don't know if these girls knew what they were doing either. Maybe what I needed was a girl who was slightly older and more sexually experienced than me, rather than just on the same level as me, so that she could teach me the right moves. Then again, even if this girl was a virgin (and a full year older than me) maybe we'd be more on the same wavelength being that we were both musicians and all. I mean, maybe if we jammed together a couple of times first before we had sex it would be less intimidating and it would be like we were experiencing each others' bodies for the first time at the same exact time. All of these thoughts went racing through my head in a matter of seconds. I knew that this girl was definitely sending me some signals and she was being rather aggressive in my opinion to be telling me personal anecdotes about her sex life right away like that, but I knew I needed to remain cool and maintain my composure. If I tried to move too fast I would end up like Sean. I not only had to read between the lines and pick up the sexual overtones that this girl was sending my way but I had to actually listen to what she was saying. I figured my best move would be to try and play the "innocent, naïve, slightly younger guy" card, more sweet and sensitive than the guys she was used to dealing with who were her age. "Stay cool, stay cool," I told myself. "Just like Rico Suave." "Oh," I said, mechanically, acting like I was deep in thought and still processing what she was telling me. "How old is he?" "He's a little bit older, I think 23 or 24." This was a whole other ball of wax entirely. If he was four or five years older than her and putting the moves on her and she was shutting him down what chance did I have as a younger guy? Usually girls are looking for guys who are slightly older and more sophisticated and stuff. If she was still friends with this guy I could have a serious problem on my hands if he found out I was trying to get her in the sack. He might try to kick my ass. Again I figured my best move was to act like I just wanted to be friends with her and that I wasn't interested in getting inside her panties. But there must be some more to this story that she wasn't telling me. I didn't want to probe too deeply in case it made her feel uncomfortable. But what if this guy was hideously ugly or something? Her body language and overall demeanor was sending me all the right signals and I felt like I was getting the green light to try and steer this conversation in the right direction. "How did you meet this guy? Is he good at playing the bass?" Ha! I had her there. Throwing her two questions at once might show her that I'm interested and help get the ball rolling to get her to open up about this unusual circumstance, then again, it could backfire and she could get overwhelmed and confused and not know which question to answer first. "Yeah he's a great bass player. He actually used to live down the street from us when we were little kids and then his parents got divorced so he moved to Hightstown with his mom. But my mom and his mom still keep in touch." Now the picture was becoming a little bit more complete. It all sounded a little bit too much like the Wonder Years to me, but this guy was beginning to propose more of a threat than I originally anticipated. Now I had to hope that he was ugly or deformed or something otherwise next she was gonna tell me that her mom is waiting for the two of them to get married. "Oh I see. So, if you don't mind me asking, when you said before that he was moving too fast for you, was it because of his age, or are you just not attracted to him that way because he's like a friend of the family? I mean, how did your parents feel about you dating an older guy?" "Well, see, that's all a part of the reason why I wanted to go back to just being friends with him. I never told my parents that we were anything more than platonic because my Dad would probably kill me if he found out that I was dating Sean even if he was my age because well, there's no other way for me to say this, but Sean's black." Whoa. Didn't see that one coming. This whole thing was starting to turn into "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner." OK, so not deformed, not necessarily ugly, but there's certainly a catch. Even if her parents were the most liberal couple in the world and her father's favorite actor was Sidney Poitier, there's no way he would feel comfortable with his 19 year old daughter dating an older black guy, even if he was a close friend of the family and they were playmates since they were 3 years old. I mean he's got to be thinking that guys Sean's age only have one thing on their mind, and if he's got one single racist or prejudiced bone in his body, forget about it. And it probably doesn't help that black men have the reputation of being hung like a horse. Actually, come to think of it, those girls who were giggling in the basement could have been giggling about Sean. Now the question was whether or not Jenny was attracted to him and whether or not the locker room rumors were true. I mean she had said that she was practically a virgin. One would have to assume that that could mean everything except for intercourse. There was only one way to find out... "Oh, no. Is your father a racist or something? I thought you said that Sean was a friend of the family..." "No, he's not a racist, he just gets very jealous and overprotective of me sometimes. You see, there's no other way for me to tell you this either, but I'm adopted, and my father is Hispanic. He's not a bigot or anything, but he looks after me even more so than he would look after his own flesh and blood daughter. It doesn't matter what color skin my boyfriend has to my Dad. You would have just as rough a time of dating me as Sean would have. One time a boy from my grade came to our front door to pick me up for a date and he had the bad fortune of ringing the doorbell while my dad was in the living room taking a nap. He woke up quickly and jumped out of his seat to answer the door and I knew there was gonna be trouble. I tried to get there first and leave the house but my dad swung open the door and almost got into a fistfight with the boy at the door. I felt so bad for my date. Not only did we not get to go on the date, but he looked pretty scared. I thought he was going to wet his pants. I swear there was steam rising from my Dad's ears and I thought he was going to have a heart attack." "Oh, wow. It sounds like until you move out from under your Dad's roof you're going to have a rough time dating anyone who comes to knock on your door." "That's exactly right. And in Sean's case it doesn't exactly help that black men have the reputation of being hung like a horse." "Wow. So let me ask you, Jenny, are you physically attracted to Sean? I mean, would you say that he's very handsome?" "Oh Sean's very handsome. He's very tall and athletic, he's got a good build and he has the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. I think most people would agree with me there." "I see. So when you said before that you were practically a virgin, what did you mean by that?" "I think I know what you're asking. You want to know if the rumors are true, right? If tall black men really have big huge dicks?" "Well I mean, just to get a rough estimate, I mean I've heard some strange stories but you always wonder how much of that is embellished." "It's OK to be curious, honey, it's only natural. I mean if I were a white boy like yourself I'd probably want to know what I'm being matched up against. And I'm not the least bit shy neither, I'm not ashamed to tell you. I'm not one that likes to beat around the bush so to speak. After all I only said that I was practically a virgin but I never said that I was a prude." "So it's true then..." "You're really getting off on this aren't you? Maybe I should just spare you the details and let you use your imagination. If I didn't know any better I'd say that your cheeks are beginning to turn a bit red and there's a bit of a bulge beginning to form near your crotch." She was right. I could feel my cock starting to grow a little bit and get hard in my pants. I couldn't exactly see my cheeks, but I could feel them getting warm a little bit. I guessed that somehow she must be enjoying this too though. If this guy Sean had a really big one and she was still a virgin maybe she was worried about it hurting too much and maybe she was looking for a white guy with a more modest sized pecker like myself before she starting banging NBA centers. I still sensed that this girl was attracted to me based on the way she kept smiling and batting her eye lashes. "Well, it's just that I saw those two girls you were sitting next to downstairs laughing about something after you left and one of the girls was holding up her hands like this..." (demonstrates the hand gesture) "Oh that's Sara and Kristina you're talking about. It's possible that they were talking about Sean when they did this... (holds up her hands) they've actually both seen Sean's penis." "You mean they've both dated him too?" I asked. "Not exactly. See, one day Sara's parents went away for the weekend and the three of us were all hanging out at Sara's house and we were drinking and smoking pot and I started telling them about me and Sean, and how we started dating and pretty much the same sort of stuff I've been saying about him to you. Well, inevitably the same question came up once I told them that we started 'hooking up' and Sara said to me, 'So, did you see it? Did you see Sean's penis?' Now before I go any further I should mention that Sara and Kristina are both really big sluts, especially once they've had a few cocktails. They're the type of girls that will try and fuck any guy they can get their hands on, and since they're both pretty sexy looking and guys think they're hot, they can pretty much get any guy they want. They usually only sleep with cute or hot older guys but they're both more sexually experienced than me because, as I said before, I'm technically still a virgin. So I told them that so far the only thing that Sean and I had done was make out because we were worried about the sex ruining our friendship. So Sara goes, 'Jen, honey, you really need to cut that crap out and get him to show you his penis. I guarantee that once you see that thing you'll be foaming at the mouth to get it inside of you. You know what they say, "once you go black you never go back." They both started laughing and then Kristina said, 'Well I for one have never been with a black guy and I personally don't know that I could go through with it. The biggest guy I've ever been with was Chad and that was a bit of a struggle for me. I don't know that I'd be able to take more than 8 inches.' 'Girl, my pussy's getting wet right now just thinking about all the black guys I've been with. All of them had the biggest cocks you could ever imagine. First there was Jamal, and then there was Chris, and then there was Dante, or Daddy Dante as I like to call him. Daddy Dante's cock was so big I couldn't even get the whole thing inside me. He took me to his place and we started getting a little bit tipsy and he asked me to do a strip tease for him. So I gave him a lap dance and I noticed a bulge starting to form in his pants. This guy had a stripper pole in his living room I shit you not. Then he started touching my face and caressing my hair and he told me to take my shirt off. I took off my top and my bra and he started touching my nipples with his thumb and his index finger and my nipples started getting hard and my pussy started leaking like a faucet. Then he started rubbing his crotch through his pants and I was getting so turned on I couldn't wait to start sucking his cock. He had me kneel down right in front of him where he was sitting on the couch and he started unbuttoning his fly and zipping down his pants. Then he pulled out his cock through the hole in his boxers and let his pants go down around his ankles. My eyes went wide with delight once I saw it and it looked like it was the size of my face even though I could see that he wasn't even completely hard yet. I licked the front of his shaft and it continued to grow a little bit. I took the thing in my hands and started sucking on the head a little bit. I swear he must've needed three girls to jerk him off because I put both my hands around his cock and started tugging on it, and there was room for one or two more hands to go around that thing.' That's when Kristina said, 'well maybe if I had two friends to help me, I'd be able to handle a penis that size. Maybe black guys need three girls to get them off because their cocks are so big.' 'I think you're right about that' said Sara. 'After I sucked Dante off for what seemed like an hour, he told me to take off my jeans and he started rubbing my pussy through my panties with his big black fingers. I was so wet my panties were soaked and he had the nicest hands in the world. He moved my panties to the side and started fingering me and rubbing my clit. All I could think about was getting his cock inside of me and I was so wet that his fingers slid in and out so easily and he told me my pussy felt like velvet. Then he went down on me for a half an hour until I couldn't take it any longer. "Give me your cock!" I shouted at him. He picked me up and placed me on the couch and it took a while for my pussy to stretch wide enough to take in his cock. It was not only long but wide too. Finally he was able to penetrate me, and I could feel it go deep inside me, hitting my g-spot. Then he stood up and held me up while I wrapped my legs around his back and he fucked my brains out for what seemed like forever. After a few minutes I started coming on his dick. I never knew I could cum so many times. Here I was thinking "how much longer can this possibly take" and he was like "wait, I need you to cum 17 more times first." Finally after we had done every single position in the Karma Sutra he pulled out his cock, told me to get down on my knees, and he jerked off until he spluggied in my face. I've never seen so much cum come out of a penis. It felt like gallons of cum were dripping down my face and tits. I rubbed it on my tummy and even gathered some up on my fingers and swallowed it. It tasted so good. Then we did the whole thing again an hour later.'" "Wow," I said. I was getting pretty turned on by her story but I couldn't keep from interrupting. The first thing I thought was that Jenny must have like a photographic memory or something to be able to remember a whole long conversation like that verbatim. Then again, I could see how the details of Sara's rendezvous with Dante might leave a lasting impression. "I never knew girls spoke that way to each other about their sex lives. I mean I've heard high school girls say in movies 'I want to hear every detail' but after that they usually walk into the bathroom together and you never get to hear the rest of their conversation. But please go on, you have my undivided attention." "OK," she said. Jenny really wasted no time. I have to say I'm a big fan of girls who like to shoot from the hip and cut to the chase like that. They don't pull any punches, and for that my penis thanks them. It's rare to find a girl who's not afraid to speak frankly, so when you find one, you should try your darndest not to let her go. "Well after hearing Sara's story I think all three of us were thinking the same thing. Finally Kristina said, 'Jenny you should call up Sean right now and ask him to come over. After all, her parents aren't coming back until Sunday night and we'll have the house to ourselves for the next coupla days. He can even bring some friends of his if he wants – we already have enough booze and alcohol for 10 people.' 'I don't think Sean has very many friends, guys' I said. 'At least not the kind you're thinking of. He's kind of a loner. I don't know that he'd even come here by himself.' 'He wouldn't come to a house where there's three horny liquored up girls who want to suck his cock? Is he gay? I thought you said you guys were tight.' 'Well, when you put it that way...No he's not gay. Yes of course we're tight. Oh, all right I'll give him a call and see what he says.'" Just then another kid opened the basement door and started heading towards the bathroom. "Hey I'm not interrupting anything am I?" "No we're just talking," I said, trying to give the impression that everything was completely ordinary. The boy went into the bathroom and shut the door. "Aren't you going to finish your story?" I asked when I knew that we were out of earshot. "Do you want me to?" she asked, batting her eyelashes once or twice. "Well yeah, I mean, sure. It's not everyday you get to hear a story like this. It's kind of steamy, and dare I say... scandalous?" "Haha," she laughed. "Well I got a better idea. Once that kid comes out of the bathroom, assuming he's only going number one, why don't me and you go in there and I'll finish telling you the story, and if you're a good boy and listen politely I'll let you show me what's creating that bulge in your pants and I'll give you a blowjob. How does that sound? Do we have a deal?" I had to think about that one. An erotic story and then a blowjob? All of my efforts with the cologne and the switch from tic-tacs to gum must finally be paying off. Was I suddenly an irresistible babe magnet that had chicks literally trying to pull the cock out of my pants? Maybe it was just that Jenny's grade was the horniest group of girls to ever walk the face of the earth. Why just a weekend or two ago, I had been at a party at my friend John's house and I found myself sitting next to this college girl named Lizzy, who was a pretty hot cheerleader with blonde hair. We got to talking, about god knows what since I think we were both a little inebriated, and one thing led to another, and before I knew what was happening, I had placed my hand up her skirt, and I started fingering her right there on the couch in broad daylight in front of everybody! It was like something out of a dream! She just let me slide my hand up her thighs until my fingers got to her panties and then I pushed them aside and just slid my fingers right in! Nick's House Party At first I don't think anybody else at the party even realized what we were doing, even though there were a few people sitting on the same couch as us only a few feet away. Then she must have started moaning or something because as I was trying to get her excited Brian Schwartz suddenly noticed what was going on and without letting Lizzy know that he was watching he started whispering to other people to look at where my hand was and what type of facial expressions she was making. I think eventually Lizzy caught on that other people were watching us and were aware of what was going on because she said, "C'mon" and led me by the hand to John's bedroom where she proceeded to take off her shirt and my pants and give me a blowjob. Later on when I got back to the party I found out that there were rumors going around that I was fisting her. It's ridiculous how much these things get blown out of proportion. It just looked like I was fisting her because I had to stick my whole arm up her skirt just to get my fingers to reach her pussy, but in reality I had only slid one or two fingers inside of her. After that her grade proceeded to get the reputation of being complete whores. Which probably had something to do with why Nick started dating his girlfriend. "Sure we have a deal. But why are you so eager to do this?" I asked her innocently. "Well for one thing I love to suck cock. I guess you can say I have an oral fixation. But I have another reason for wanting to suck your dick. I'll tell you in a minute." Just then the bathroom door swung open and the kid who had walked in a minute ago came stumbling out. "All yours," he said, and then he hiccupped and went back downstairs. I took one step into the bathroom and it completely reeked of puke and vomit. The toilet seat was up and there were still a few chunks that were left floating in there that must have not flushed down with the rest. This kid must have had one too many Cervezas. But thinking about Lizzy had given me another idea. "C'mon," I said taking her by the hand. "We can follow through with our arrangement upstairs." "Are you sure Nick won't mind?" she asked. "He won't mind," I said confidently as I led her up the stairs. "We can use his parents' room." Part of me thought that maybe I should get his permission before taking her to his parents' room, but part of me didn't even want anyone to know what was going on. I mean, for starters, I was never one to go blabbing around to the whole school about my sexual exploits, and I didn't want Jenny to think that I was the kind of guy that would talk about her behind her back and brag about what a stud he was and what a slut she was. It was kind of an unfair double standard. But I thought that I could trust Nick with a secret like this, and that it would be better to first ask for his permission. I almost left Jenny to go search out for Nick but then I remembered about text messaging. The technology had just come out and I had only used it once or twice before, but I knew this would be the perfect opportunity to take advantage of it, so long as Nick got cell phone reception down in the basement. It was a risk I was willing to take. "Are you sure it's OK to go into his parents' bedroom? Why don't we just go in his room?" "Uh, Nick's kind of weird about letting his friends have sex in his room. Here, I'm going to send him a text just to make sure it's alright and I'll show it to you so that you don't think I'm making this up." Now I had to cross my fingers that he got service down there. I scrolled through my list of contacts till I got to Nick and I hit "Send Message" and entered the words: "Need a place to go with a girl. OK to use your parent's room?" My phone said the message was sent. I thought that was a good sign and now I had to wait for his response. Man, things were going great! This girl was almost starting to worry me with her forward manner and her high level of freakiness. I was relieved at least to know that she didn't want to suck me off in a bathroom that smelled like shit. If she would have been into that I might have had to turn her down. Oh, who was I kidding. I probably would have let her suck my dick but I would have thought the whole thing very odd, and I would have thought that she was nuts. I already thought that she had a few screws loose but at the same time I felt like I could trust her. Plus she was a drummer. How cool was that! And I have to admit that her stories were kind of turning me on. I wasn't 100% sure that she was telling the truth, but even if she were making the whole thing up, I would have to give her the benefit of the doubt. Just then I got a response back from Nick: "Who's the girl? Jenny? Yeah go ahead use my parent's room. Just STAY OUT of mine and make sure you clean everything up. Have fun." I showed the text to Jenny. "There, you see? Nick says it's OK. Now you know I'm not making it up." "I wonder how he knows my name...I'll bet his girlfriend told him." "Who, Rachel? Yeah, I'll bet she told him. You guys are in the same grade right? Are you guys friends? I didn't realize you guys knew each other." "Yeah we're in the same grade. We kinda sorta know each other. We're not best friends or anything. But I know her name and I guess she knows mine. I think we used to be in the same art class (or something) together back when we were in high school." "Well that's cool. I'm just gonna text Nick back that it's you so he knows what's going on and then we can pick up where we left off. And I want you to know I'm not gonna go telling the whole school about this. Nick won't either. He's cool. You can trust him." "Thanks. I really appreciate that." Next I sent Nick a text that said: "Yeah it's Jenny. But please just keep this between you and me. I guess if you really want to you can tell Rachel. But that's it. Promise?" Right away I got a text back from him: "No problem." "OK," I said. "That takes care of that. Just do me a favor and lock the door behind you so we can have some privacy." "Ooh, yes sir! I like a man that knows how to take charge of the situation..." "Well now that we have some privacy, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted by the burrito eating barfer?" Jenny laughed. "You're funny. How do you know that he was eating burritos?" "Cus I could smell it!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. "Ewww, that's gross. I don't envy him at all." "Me neither," I said trying to act like Rico Suave again, "but I know some people who would envy us if they knew what we were doing in here." "You're right about that." "So where were we?" "Well I was at the part in the story where I decided to give into my friends and give Sean a call so that he would come over and show us his penis." "Right," I said. "Now I remember. And then you wanted to make a deal with me that you would suck my dick if I listened to the rest of your story." "Right," she said, looking sexier than ever. "But then you said there was another reason why you wanted to give me a blowjob besides the fact that you love to suck cock and that you have an oral fixation. So what was that about?" "Tell you what," she said, staring deeply into my eyes. "Why don't you come over here, sit on the edge of the bed like a good little boy and pull your pants down so I can see that rock hard cock of yours." As she said this she licked her lips slowly and I guessed that she was getting pretty turned on. "OK," I said, as I went to sit on the edge of the bed where she wanted me. "I thought you said I had to listen to your story first and then you would give me a blowjob." "Don't worry I will," she said. "But I've got to gauge what parts of my story are turning you on. This way if I see your penis go up, I'll know that whatever I'm telling you is making you hard and if I see your penis go down then I'll know that whatever I'm telling you is making you soft." "OK," I said. "Sounds kind of like a medical experiment, but I'm down." "Good," she said happily. "Now kindly pull your pants down and let me see your cock." I unbuckled my belt buckle and slid my pants and my underwear down to the floor. I already had a semi-hard on and Jenny's face was inches away from my crotch, but she didn't make any effort to touch it. Instead she put both her hands on my thighs and began rubbing them up and down gently. I could feel myself getting harder. Her eyes lit up as this happened and she smiled. "Oohhhh," (pronounced like eww) she said excitedly. "I love to see a cock grow big and hard right before my eyes. And it's nice to see that you wear tighty whities. I was under the impression that most guys who go to our school wear boxers." She was right. Most of the guys that I knew wore boxers. It was only because of my un-descended testicle that I had to wear tighty whities. Since my left testicle was smaller than my right, the doctor told me I had to do everything I could to protect myself to increase my chances of fertility since my left testicle only produced about 33% of the sperm that a healthy testicle would produce. So he recommended that I wear tighty whities or "briefs" as they were called. Occasionally when I played sports I wore boxer briefs. "Well, there's a reason I wear tighty whities," I explained. "It's kind of a medical reason. I know you haven't noticed yet because you haven't started touching me yet, but my left testicle is actually a little bit smaller than my right one." "Oh my Gosh!" she exclaimed. "You have to show me." I lifted up my penis and moved my balls closer to her face so that she could get a better look. "See?" I said. "When I was born my left testicle didn't descend from its starting place like my right one, so the doctors had to go in there and pull it down. Luckily I was very little so I don't even remember having the surgery. It's fairly common." "I've never seen anything like that before," she said. "So how come you have to wear tighty whities?" "Well it's just that because this one is smaller than the other it only produces about 33% of the sperm that it's supposed to, so it's just a precautionary measure in case I get kicked in the balls or something I'll have a little bit more support and increase my chances of being able to father a child." All of these lengthy explanations were causing my penis to start getting soft. Jenny noticed. "Well, I'm glad to know that you're protecting yourself in case of an emergency, but I think all of this scientific talk is causing our buddy to wimp out on us a little bit. Let me see if I can help with that a little bit." She took my limp penis and put it in her mouth and started sucking up and down on it until it began to grow a little. Then she lifted up my shaft and licked the underside of my balls and my cock until she came to the top and then she stopped. Then she gave it a little spank. "OK," she said. "Now that we've revitalized him a little bit I'd like to continue on with my story and see how it affects you." "Sounds good to me." "Well as you know, by this time in the story Sara and Kristina had gotten me all excited to call up Sean and invite him over, only I wasn't exactly sure what I could say to him that wouldn't freak him out. Sean happens to be a very sweet and sensitive guy, and he also tends to be a little shy. I left Sara and Kristina sitting at the kitchen table and went into her Dad's office so I could talk to Sean in private. I called his house and on the first ring nobody picked up the phone. I was a little bit nervous and I gulped my saliva, but I realized that the alcohol would give me some strength and help calm my nerves. She the phone rang again and no one answered. This time I took a sip of my drink. I was drinking a cosmo that Sara had made out of a martini glass. On the third ring a woman's voice answered the phone so I knew it wasn't Sean. "Hello?" said the voice. "Uh, hi. Mrs. Johnson?" "Yes. Who is this?" "Uh hi Mrs. Johnson it's me Jenny." "Oh, hi Jenny! How are you today?" "I'm fine, Mrs. Johnson how are you?" "Oh fine, dear just fine. Matter of fact I couldn't be better. You wanna talk to Sean?" "Yes please." "OK, hold on baby I think he's up in his room. I'll go knock on his door and tell him to pick up the phone. Just hold on a minute." After a minute or two Sean picked up the phone and I heard his mother hang up so I knew we had some privacy. "Hello?" said Sean. "Sean hey, it's me Jenny." "Hey Jenny, what's going on?" "Well, I'm over at my friend Sara's house and she has me and Kristina here and she wanted me to invite you to come over and hang out with us for a little while since her folks are out of town." "You told her about me?" "Yeah, the three of us were drinking and smoking a little pot and we got to talking about our romantic relationships and I told them about how you and I started hooking up but that we haven't done anything other than make out, and Sara and Kristina wanted me to call you up so that they could meet you." "Did you tell them that I was black?" Sean said. (Sean was always very self-conscious about his heritage for some reason. It was kind of an Othello thing. He thought that white people wouldn't like him because of the color of his skin.) "Yeah I told them that you are black and that you are a little bit shy but they kept insisting that I invite you over so that they could meet you. To tell you the truth they were asking me if you had any available friends that you could bring with you since we have enough alcohol for about ten people and since Sara's parents won't be home until the end of the weekend, but I told them that you didn't have very many friends like that and that you were more of a loner. I guess they were hoping to have some kind of a party. I should tell you that Kristina and Sara are really good people and two of my best friends, but they're not like me when it comes to sex. If I had to guess I'd say that Kristina and Sara are two of the biggest sluts that ever went to our school. I think they'd fuck anything with a cock. I know this because they pretty much give me all of the intimate details about their sex lives." "Don't they have boyfriends?" "No, I think they like to stay single so that they can play the field. But they're both pretty horny and liquored up and when I told them that you wanted to take our relationship to the next level but that I wasn't ready yet, they suggested I give you a call and ask you to come over so that they can help me get over my fear of seeing the male anatomy. I don't mean to frighten you, but I might as well warn you that I think Sara and Kristina wanted me to invite you over so that you could show the three of us your penis." "Are you sure that's what they had in mind?" "I'm pretty sure. Sara and Kristina are both way more sexually experienced than I am, and Sara's slept with black men before although Kristina hasn't, but Sara gave us the impression that all of the black men that she's been with have been really well endowed and that we would be missing out if we didn't invite you over because we'd have to see it to believe it." "Are you sure you'd be OK with this? I mean, I was hoping that our first time together would be a little bit more private..." "Yeah Sean, it's completely OK with me. I would never have called you if I didn't think I'd be able to go through with it." "It's just that...I didn't expect you to have to share me with your friends. Even though I always knew our relationship would be a little unconventional, I don't want it to turn into some kind of a circus or a freakshow. I don't want you to be laughing at me with your friends behind my back." "Sean, honey, I would never laugh at you behind your back. To tell you the truth, I think that whatever you've got in those pants of yours is special and is something to be proud of – not something to be ashamed of. And I can guarantee my friends feel the same way. Nobody here thinks that you're a freak." "I just don't know Jenny. You're asking a lot of me here. I'm not sure that I'd feel comfortable." "Tell you what. Nobody's saying that just because you come over here it means you have to show us your cock. Why don't you come over and meet Sara and Kristina, maybe have a few drinks, hang out for a while, and if you feel comfortable around them then you can let it all hang out. If you don't, well then nobody's going to force you to do something you're not OK with and no one will think any less of you for it. I already told them that you were going to be like this." "No pressure?" "No pressure." "OK, I'll do it. But I want you to know that I'm doing it for you and not for them." "I was hoping that you would say that. And just so you know it means a lot to me that you come over here because taking our relationship to the next level is a big step for me and I just think that I would feel better about doing it knowing that my friends are going to help me through it and stand with me by my side." "OK, well I'm glad that we had this talk. Just text me the address and I'll plug it into my GPS." "OK, then I'll see you when you get here." "OK, bye." "Bye."" I was going through various stages of arousal and retraction, but for the most part Jenny's story was keeping me pretty erect, and on the edge of my seat so to speak. She kept a close eye on my member as her story carried on. "The three of us waited for what seemed like hours for Sean to arrive, but in reality it was probably only 30 or 40 minutes. While we waited I made sure to explain to them how nervous and hesitant Sean was about coming over. I told them if we were going to go through with the plan that we would have to approach the subject carefully and not try to rush through it or be too aggressive. Sara assured me that she had some experience with these types of situations and that she would do her best to make Sean feel comfortable. Finally we heard him ring the doorbell. Sara walked quickly to get to the door, spilling some of her Cosmo out of her martini glass in the process. She had on a strapless pink tube top that showed a lot of cleavage and was being held up by her big boobs. She hiked it up once or twice before she answered the door. "Hi Sean," she said. "C'mon in. Jenny's told us so much about you." "Thanks," said Sean. "Jenny's told me quite a bit about you as well." "Can I get you a drink?" she asked. "The three of us are drinking Cosmo's." "Oh that's OK. I'm not much of a Cosmo person. I will have a screwball if it's not too much trouble." "Sure, screwballs are easy. Come join us." "Sean!" I cried as soon as I saw him. I rushed over to him and gave him a big hug, jumping up into his arms and wrapping my legs behind his back. We kissed and then he put me down. "Come meet the crew. You already met Sara and this is Kristina. Kristina this is Sean. Isn't he handsome?" "Pleased to meet you," Sean said and he kissed Kristina's hand. Sean was a perfect gentleman. "He's lovely," said Kristina. "So tell me," said Sara, handing Sean his screwball, "how did you two meet?" "I thought I told you," I said. "Sean and I were neighbors when we were growing up." "Oh that's right how silly of me," said Sara. "It must have slipped my mind. Sean, I don't know how up front with you Jenny was about our reasons for wanting to invite you over." "I'm pretty sure she brought me up to speed." I laughed as I raised the martini glass to my lips and took another sip of my Cosmo. This was Sara's idea of stepping lightly. "Of course I did," I said. "I explained to Sean that we wanted to invite him over so that the two of you could meet him." "Yeah," Kristina chimed in "and so we could put a face to the name." Sara said, "Surely we wanted to do more than just that."