“Hi, I’m David. Would you help me?” I asked.
She turned to her boyfriend who looked at me curiously and shrugged.
“Maybe,” was her tentative answer.
“I’m looking for horny college girls for my friends and myself. Do you have any idea where I might find them?” I asked.
“You might try a bar,” her boyfriend said.
“Most of us are too young to get into a bar,” I said to shoot down that suggestion.
“The gymnasts are having a party. They’re always complaining that no one asks them out,” she said.
I had visions of limber pixies doing naughty things to me and smiled. I got directions to their party. It took me a few minutes to find everyone because they were all busy drinking beer.
That was when the world as I knew it went completely off-kilter: Alan had picked up a woman. It had taken him less than ten minutes, and he found someone willing to go to a swingers party with him. We are talking about my best friend who has unfortunate hair. Think crazed-poodle hair. He’s also a confirmed nerd and has the body to prove it. The girl Alan had with him was neither mentally challenged nor horribly disfigured. Every guy rates women within the first few seconds of seeing them. I would give her a solid seven. I smiled when each of my guys got a determined look. They were not going home to hear about Alan hooking up and them having to rely on me to get them laid.
When we arrived at the gymnasts’ party, the scene was a little surreal. It was like a group of giants invaded a village of elves. Most of our guys were at least six feet tall, and nearly half were six-four or taller. The girls ranged from four-eight to five-five. The guys with them were also gymnasts and weren’t much taller. The good news was the guy-to-girl ratio at the party was about three to one in favor of girls.
The thing about gymnasts was that they were used to running around in tights that showed off their bodies. I was glad to see that most of them were wearing revealing clothes, be it skintight jeans or skirts that might not be legal in some states. When they moved, you would catch a glimpse of a butt cheek that told you they were either going commando or had on a thong. It didn’t take the horny guys long to start working on the girls. It seemed the girl at the last party had been right: the girls took an immediate interest in my boys.
In every group of girls, there is always the one in charge. I saw her watching the goings-on. I needed to win her over, or this little stop would be for naught. She looked like she was probably a senior and she had a scowl on her face. She was five foot nothing, with bright red hair and a chalk-white complexion with freckles. If she smiled she might be a six, but with the scowl, she was a four at best; that was why no one had approached her. Then a song came on that had a good beat, so I walked up to her.
“Want to dance?” I asked.
She turned her scowl on me, and I almost flinched. Only a woman who hates men can get that look.
“It’s just a dance,” I said in my defense.
She licked her lips and gave me a curt nod. The guys better remember that I got first choice. I would do the ‘take one for the team’ bit only so far. Once we got into the swingers party, I would dump this sourpuss.
Alan and his date joined us on the dance floor, and soon we had a crowd. When I didn’t run away or try anything funny, the girl began to relax. When she found out I could hold my own on the dance floor, the hint of a smile came onto her face, which made her much more attractive. I personally had a fetish for redheads with freckles. I looked at her more closely and saw she had a really nice athletic body but didn’t have any boobs to speak of. My gymnast kept me on the dance floor as it slowly seemed to clear out. I glanced around, and the guys I came with were nowhere to be seen.
She saw my concern and grabbed my hand to lead me off the dance floor where she got me a bottle of water that I desperately needed. We were standing in the hall where the volume of the music was muffled enough that we could talk without shouting.
“Do you know where my friends went?” I asked.
“I think they’re either upstairs or down in the basement.”
It took me a moment, but I figured it out. It seemed we weren’t going to the swingers party after all. I was caught off guard when she pushed me up against the wall and tried to force her tongue into my mouth. It was kind of funny because of our height difference. At first, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this with her until she grabbed me and squeezed my manhood through my jeans. I had to smile when I thought of the old joke of her being the right height to suck me as I used her head to hold my beer. She broke our kiss, and I tried to catch my breath as she deftly undid my pants and freed Mr. Happy. I wasn’t hard, but that didn’t stop her from taking me into her mouth.
I just leaned back against the wall and grasped her neck to guide her action. My unit started to thicken and lengthen as I began to move my hips to help her. I looked down as Mr. Happy became fully hard and I shuddered. This just seemed so wrong. If I didn’t know better, I would have told you a twelve-year-old was desperately imitating a vacuum cleaner. It was good that I had seen her in better light or I probably would have lost my erection. This girl was serious about what she was doing. She had both of her little hands wrapped around the base and stroked me as she fought to get as much of me as she could into her mouth.
“I’m going to explode,” I warned her.
She pulled off my dick as I began to erupt. The girl shrieked when I made a mess all over her clothes. She had no one to blame but herself, because she had my johnson in her hands and could have pointed it away from her. She gave me a hateful look, but it quickly softened.
“I need to change.”
“I need to pee,” I said.
“Come up to my room. I have a bathroom you can use, and you won’t have to wait in line.”
I followed her upstairs and saw her frown because the door to her room was cracked open. We heard the sounds of sex from inside. I don’t think she was pleased that someone had decided to use her room. She opened the door. There are just some sights that can never be unseen. On the bed were Wes and a male gymnast who was in the process of giving him pleasure, if you know what I mean. My urge to pee hadn’t diminished, so I quickly went to the bathroom to take care of business. I shook my head; this made a few things clearer about Wes.
When I came back out, Wes and his new friend were gone. I was still horny but didn’t see myself spending any more time with this girl. So I decided to see if she would be my plus-one.
“I hear there’s a swingers party. Would you go with me so I could get in?” I asked her.
“I just sucked you willy, and you’re asking me to go to a party where you can get laid?” she asked, which summed it up pretty well.
“Yep.”
The girl thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. I was glad Rick had told me where it was because I didn’t feel like hunting for him and the rest of the guys.
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I was glad I brought Sadie. Yes, we finally got around to introducing ourselves. Sadie had a car, and the swingers party was a ten-minute drive. While we could have walked, Sadie didn’t feel like it. On the ride over, she gave me some conditions.
“If I decide I don’t want to do this, you have to leave with me,” she said.
I didn’t really feel like I owed Sadie anything but didn’t want to have to find someone else to go with. When we got to the house where the party was purported to be, you would have never guessed one was going on. We walked up the sidewalk to the front door when a lady stepped out of the darkness, startling us. She was smoking a cigarette, which explained her lurking behavior.
“You need to go around to the side door,” the lady told us.
We walked up the driveway. The house was probably built in the 1950s and had two stories plus a basement. I knocked on the door, and a woman in her forties opened it. She had on a robe. I wondered if this was really for me. I didn’t think having sex with a lot of women my mom’s age was what I really wanted to do. She invited us into what was a combination mud and laundry room.