“Bye guys, be safe!”
“We will!” Liz called out to the parents as she drove away, Regan waving from the front passenger seat of Liz’s Suburban.
“What exactly did you tell them?” He asked.
“That we’ll be meeting the rest of our ‘camping gang’ up at the ‘camping park’.”
“Oh, OK…”
“Don’t worry, they didn’t suspect a thing.”
“Well why would they ever suspect that we’re going where we’re going?”
“My thoughts exactly. Well… my folks would be a little more suspicious then yours.”
“Why? Have you done something like this before?”
“No. Not exactly.”
“What do you mean?”
“They know I’ve snuck off to go sleep with guys before, but you right, they wouldn’t expect this.”
For a while, the car ride was quiet. Liz kept her eyes on the highway out of town as Regan watched the world pass by. His nerves were growing as they got closer to their destination. Finally, he spoke up again.
“How far have you gone with a guy?”
“Oh, full-on,” she replied bluntly.
“’Full-on’?”
“Yeah, you know; blow-jobs, hand-jobs, 100% vaginal penetration.”
“Whoa.”
“Well you asked.”
“Sorry, that’s not what I meant. I’m not suggesting you’re a slut or anything.”
“Yes you are.”
“No! I swear!”
“It’s alright. I’m just…open with my body, that’s all. I haven’t tried anal or anything that crazy… but… OK, fine. I’m a slut.”
They both laughed.
“So what else do you know about this place?”
“I know that it’s a big cabin, no neighbors, so people can be as rambunctious as they want, I guess.”
“What about the owners?”
“It’s rented; every year by some young couple. They’re hippies or something, and they throw this sex-party for the guy’s birthday I think.”
“And they just invite random teenagers?”
“My…acquaintance told me that it had originally started out as just a few of their friends, but then word slowly got out, and the couple just figured the more the merrier. They don’t like to see anyone older than themselves there because they say it grosses them out, which is ironic because not only are they opening up their house for this shit, but they’re also swingers. Bisexual, too.”
“Wow.”
“My friend says anything and everything can happen there, so best keep your standards low, kiddo.”
“So, like you?”
“Nice burn. Why are we friends again?”
“Because you hit me in the face with a basketball in first grade.”
“I don’t think you got your stories straight, because as it so turns out we both discovered a mutual interest in Superman and Hot Wheels.”
“What can I say? You were a tomboy.”
“That you had a crush on!”
“Who told you that?”
“Debbie Smith, back in middle school.”
“Well, maybe that’s as far as it went.”
“Clearly.”
“What are you saying?”
“Nothing, it’s OK. It just interests me that you had a crush on such a tomboy. Come to think of it, most of your girlfriends were.”
“Candice was a cheerleader.”
“Yeah, but Mandy would come over and watch football with you, remember? And Sharon? I didn’t see you for a whole summer because you guys were inside playing video games all day long. Face it, man, you got a little gay in you.”
“No I don’t!”
“Ease up, Regan, it’s OK. I don’t judge. So what that you’re not into prissy girls? You hang out with me don’t you? I’m surprised you never dated me because I’m just your boyish type.”
“You still wear a lot of make-up and dress the way you do…”
“So you are calling me a slut!”
“No!”
“Lighten up, man. We’re just fooling around here. There’s nothing wrong with a little curiosity in the same gender, that’s all I’m saying. I think about going lesbo lots of times. Hell, I’ll probably do it tonight! Just keep your mind open, alright?”
“Alright.”
“Regan, wake up, we’re here.”
“…How long was I out?”
“Three hours. It’s alright. You can drive home.”
Regan cracks his eyes open to see the giant cabin approaching before them. He’s astonished at the size, for it is practically a wooded mansion. He notices a few parked cars scattered about, but no other people. There are trees everywhere, and the road is wet with recent rain.
Liz pulls the car up to a spot close to the front door. The two kids retrieve their bags from the back seat and head to the door. Before either of them could knock, the door swings open, and an excited young man approaches them.
“Hello there!” He says, eyes wide with the excitement of fresh faces. “I’m Craig, I’m glad you guys made it! How was the drive?”
Regan is not sure if he should be the one to respond, but Liz cheeringly replies anyway.
“It was fine,” she says, smiling friendly. “The rain surprised me, though.”
“Hopefully that’s the last of it,” Craig says. “Come inside!”
Regan looks over Craig as they enter the home. He appears to be in his early-twenties, with jet-black short hair and dark stubble. He wears a thick sweater, but Regan assumes he has a body of either a swimmer (like Regan) or a runner underneath. The man looks back at them with bright and inviting hazel eyes. Regan usually doesn’t pay this much heed to a man’s appearance, but he assures himself it’s just the anxiety of the whole situation and not from Liz’s comments earlier.
“A few other couples are already here,” Craig says, leading them through a massive den into the kitchen.”
“Oh, we’re not a couple,” Liz says, slightly blushing. “We’re just friends.”
“With benefits?” Craig nudges Regan and laughs it off. Regan has never been involved with Liz sexually, but deep down he has always wanted to…
“Not much of a talker, are you?”
“He’s shy,” Liz replies.
The trio enters a well-sized kitchen, where five others sit around a countertop island, drinking hot beverages. Craig moves over to similarly aged woman who Regan can’t help but think is Craig’s relative due to resembling features. Across the counter, are two couples who appear to be Liz and Regan’s age, if not slightly older. Regan can tell that they are couples, because one pair is embraced warmly, while the other holds hands romantically.
“This is my partner, Eliza,” Craig says, gesturing to the first woman, “And these guys are Jack and Anna, and Ben and Stacey.”
“We’re Liz and Regan,” Liz announces, and the two teens shake the other couple’s hands. The pair named Ben and Stacey are both blonde, and say they are both from out of state. They say that this is their fourth year at the event. Jack and Anna, however, are two raven-haired seventeen year-olds who are both new to the party.
“I heard about it from my friend Becky,” says Anna.
“Becky Swanson?” Liz asks excitedly.
“Yes! Do you know her?”
“Sort of. We have mutual friends on Facebook.”
“Well, I’m pretty close to her.”
“Becky was here last year, wasn’t she, Eliza?” Craig asks.
“I believe so, but I’m afraid she won’t be here this year.”
“Yeah,” Liz says. “She’s got the flu.”
“Aw, poor dear,” Eliza frowns. “Shall I show you two to your rooms?”
Liz and Regan nod as Eliza leads them out of the kitchen. “Don’t worry about saying goodbye to them,” she says, nodding to the other couples and Craig. “You’ll see plenty of them tonight.”
Following her through the rest of the house, they come to a row of bedrooms along a hallway. Regan counts eight total.
“There will be about 20 people here tonight total. Each room has two double beds, but since most of them are couples, that isn’t much of a problem.”
“What kinds of other people are we talking about here?” Regan asks.
“Oh, mainly young couples. I believe the oldest we have is twenty-one, and the youngest is fourteen.”
“Fourteen?”
“Yes. Don’t worry, they’ll be driving with another, older couple.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s much better,” Regan tries to hide his sarcasm. Liz hits him slightly.
“Open mind, remember?” She whispers to him.
“Here we are,” Eliza says, opening up the last room at the end of the hall. Inside, they find a modest-sized bedroom with indeed two double beds, complete with an individual bathroom and other furniture like side tables and a loveseat. Liz plants herself on one of the beds and sprawls her body out. “You’ll find several varieties of condoms and lubricants in the side table, but if you want any special toys, just ask either me or Craig. But try to hold back till tonight, won’t you?”
“We’re not a couple,” Regan says.
“Sure,” Eliza winks, “you’re free to come back down, or wash up if you like. If you need anything, just ask. The party begins at 7.” She shuts the door behind her.
“Isn’t this great?” Liz exclaims as she makes invisible snow-angels on the soft bed sheets. Regan looks out the window to see more cars pulling up.
“Sure…” He says quietly, slowly pacing the floor.
“What’s the matter? You seem distant.”
“Why do you think?”
“Please lighten up. We’re here, aren’t we? It’s too late to back out.”
“You think?”
“You’ll have the time of your life, I guarantee it.”
“Well then let me go over some ground rules…”
“Yes, sir,” she says, mockingly saluting him.
“Don’t…do anyone you’re not comfortable doing. Or anything you’re not comfortable doing.”
“Alright. What else?”
“We don’t sleep together.”
“Well there won’t be much ‘sleeping’.”
“I’m serious, Liz. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“It wouldn’t…”
“I don’t want to chance it, alright?”
“Fine. Anything else?”
“Just be careful, OK?”
“I will.”
“Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For being you.”
Regan blushes as she gets up to hug him. He looks her in the eyes and she breaks away. She turns and removes her big overcoat, revealing a revealing top and a skimpy skirt. Regan is amazed to see such a transformation.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, looking back at him.
“Uh, nothing,” he says, breaking out of a trance. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Alright, I’m going back down there. Don’t take too long, he have, like, half an hour!”
“Liz?”
Regan stands in the shower, fully naked and drenched in soap. He can’t open his eyes due to the suds, but he cocks his head towards the bathroom door, thinking he heard it open. There is no response.
He returns to cleansing his body, thoughts filling his head. He could be back at home living probably like his brother is now, glued to the computer and wanking to online porn. But then he would be so worried, knowing Liz would be here by herself. He figures the anxiety of that far outweighs the fact that he is where he is. Maybe he can just lock himself in his room all night and wait it out; not going down there and just letting go of ever inhibition he’s ever had. This is too crazy for a sixteen year-old kid.
After fully rinsing, he turns the water off and pulls aside the shower curtain. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees a fully nude woman before him. He has to clutch a rail in the shower to keep from falling.
“Sorry,” she says, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Carrie.”
Regan quickly pulls the curtain around his waist and sheepishly looks away from her nakedness.
“It’s OK,” she says soothingly, noticing his nervousness.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m just not used to it…”
“That’s cute.”
“Can you just give me a minute, please?” He stammers, reaching for a nearby towel.
“Why don’t you just come out? I don’t mind.” She smiles as she takes the towel and tosses it behind her.
“Why’d you do that?!” He exclaims.
“Don’t be shy!” She giggles.
Regan sighs deeply. “Fine,” he says, emerging from the shower with both hands covering his crotch. He steps out but goes no further. She approaches him slowly but he tries to maneuver his way past her. Suddenly, she pulls his wrists apart and holds them back against the counter. Looking down at his package, she laughs slightly.
“Cold shower?”
“I’m grower,” Regan says sternly, “not a shower.”
“Nice,” she coos, a seductive look growing across her face. “Show me.”
“What?”
“Let’s see it grow.”
“I…I don’t even know your name…”
“It’s Lidia.” She lets go of one of Regan’s hands and holds it out for a handshake. He goes for it, but as he does so, her hand darts down to his crotch, cupping his testicles. Regan is instantly paralyzed as she fondles him, caressing his balls in her soft hand. Slowly, she lowers herself down, kneeling before him. Regan looks down at the woman before him; she’s probably 18 by the looks of her, with wavy brown hair and a sultry curvy body. Her breasts are impeccable, bursting from her chest with tiny pink nipples poking out. Regan can’t help but try to introduce himself, but words fail to come forth as Lidia’s mouth opens over his sack.
Regan’s body shudders in pleasure as her warm, wet mouth sucks on his balls. His cock instantaneously hardens, springing fourth in its nearly ten-inch glory. Her eyes widen in excitement as she looks up at it.
“Wow!” She exclaims. “You weren’t kidding!”
“Uh-uh” is all Regan can muster as he feels her tongue move up the bottom of his shaft, making its way to the tip. She finally lets go of his other hand as she uses one to continue fondling his testicles while the other one now strokes his shaft below her sucking mouth. Now free, Regan leans back against the counter and grips the edge as pleasure flows throughout his entire body. He can feel himself slightly thrusting himself into herself, and by the soft, gagged moans from her mouth he assumes that she loves it. This is by far the greatest feeling he has ever felt in his entire life.
Pleasure turns to worry as he feels cum bubbling in his balls and building up his shaft.
“Um…Lidia…um, it’s coming…it’s…I’M GONNA CUM!”
Lidia leans her head forward and Regan can feel his cock go deep down into her throat. This sends shot after shot of hot white jizz pouring from out of him. He throws his head back in pure bliss as he ejaculates into the stranger’s mouth. She moans loudly, accepting every drop.
They’re both breathing hard as she pops his dick out of her oral opening. Regan looks down to see streams of cum cascading from the corners of her mouth. She winks at him.
“That was your first, wasn’t it?” She asks.
“Actually…” he manages to say between breaths, “yes. It was.”
“Good.” She gets up and pats him on the head, playfully.
“Um…should I… uh, should I do you now?” He asks shyly.
“Don’t worry about it. Maybe later. I’ll see you down there.” She winks again and leaves the room. He watches as her bare ass bounces away, and he can’t help but notice her inner thighs are glistening. This is something he had seen a million times in porn before, sure, but never in real life. Suddenly he was hungry for more.
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