"OK." I said. She beamed at me.
"That reminds me, yesterday you said you had an idea about that whole me-watching thing."
"Yeah. Allie."
"Allie?"
"If she’d agree to let me fuck her-well, wouldn’t it even be better if you got to watch me fuck her while she was eating you out?"
"Oh my God, my nipples just crinkled."
"That’s what I thought," I laughed.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX AMANDAWell, at least that discussion ended well. But I kept thinking that it would’ve been just easier to dismiss it. Say, that’s it, it’s over, you’re all I want. Look, it really wouldn’t have been that difficult. I do love him. The sex with him is miles better than with anyone else-I’m talking about fucking, or fingering, or whatever. Getting a good wet kiss from him is more thrilling than getting fucked by Ed-and that’s no slight on Ed, he knows what he’s doing. It’s just that whole emotional intimacy thing. And I wasn’t lying when I said that him giving permission made it more thrilling. And, no, I can’t explain it. I hadn’t told him yet about my ultimate fantasy-me getting nailed with him watching. Actually, holding my hand. That gets me wet just thinking about it.
Anyhow, we seemed to have settled it for now, and we went upstairs. Tina was teasing us about actually wearing clothes. Mrs. Wicklow was making breakfast, and, since I hadn’t had any, I accepted her offer to join them. Then we kind of hung around for awhile, chatting about this and that, until it was time to head to the football field.
We walked, clothed, planning on taking our clothes off at the back entrance. But then I got a brainstorm. I told it to Jared, and he immediately grinned, and agreed.
So, when we got to the back entrance, we walked in, still wearing clothes. Jared bought his ticket-cheerleaders don’t have to pay to get in, after all-and we entered. The game was still a half hour away, so the stands weren’t completely full-but they were filling fast, and there were quite a few people there.
We walked in, and started walking onto the field. Mr. Tilling spotted us, and yelled out, "Hey, The Program’s still going on, you know! You two are in violation!"
"Give us a minute!" I yelled. He looked at me quizzically. I just smiled at him, and Jared and I waltzed out to the fifty-yard line, smack in the middle of the field.
And proceeded to undress one another. Right there, in front of all those people.
It was great. We figured this was going to be our last opportunity to do that, so we figured we’d do it right. It took a few minutes for most of the crowd to figure out what was happening-but we took it nice and slow, and they caught on. And started whooping and cheering. Instead me doing him first, or him doing me, we took turns. And made sure we took our damn sweet time doing it. And we hung all over each other. It was great. And Jared, in a brainstorm of his own, provided the finishing touch. The last thing to come off was my panties-and, instead of just letting them drop in a heap with the rest of our clothes, Jared took them off me, walked over to the stands, and chucked ‘em! My boyfriend threw my panties into the crowd at a football game. How cool is that?
And, since those were the ones I was wearing on the way to Jared’s-and I was horny as hell on the way to Jared’s-they were not clean. That made it even better.
Slut. I’m telling you. Complete slut.
Anyhow, he went to the stands, and I went to do my cheerleading thing. It was fine, we won, and my boobs didn’t hurt too much after bouncing them around for four quarters. Afterwards, we grabbed Allie and told her about the party. She got a little glimmer in her eye, and agreed to come.
We left the game, went to Jared’s and ate. Didn’t bother putting any clothes on, what was the point?
Then we headed to the party.
Allie met us in front of the house, and we all went in together. We stayed in the main party room for a while, eating and mingling, then we decided it was time. I went to ask Allie.
"Allie, we’re going in the orgy room. Want to come?"
"I don’t know," she said shyly. "I do but I don’t"
"Jared and I want you to come. Look, we have a fantasy. And you’re in it."
"I am?" she squeaked.
"Yeah. Well, the original fantasy was that I wanted to watch Jared fuck someone else. After what happened yesterday, we changed it. I want to watch Jared fuck you, while you eat my pussy."
"Oh, God, I just got wet," she moaned.
"Then let’s go," I said.
"Wait a minute. Let me think about this one for a minute. Look, the thought excites me, obviously-but Jared’s kind of big. That’s a little frightening. I’m no virgin, but I’ve never had anyone as big as Jared."
"He’s big, Allie, but he’s gentle. Don’t forget, he was my first. And it didn’t hurt."
"Yeah," she said.
"And he is really good at getting you all worked up."
She giggled. "OK. The thought of him in me and you on top of me really makes me wet, I have to admit."
"Let’s go." We walked into the orgy room. Allie, as required, took off her clothes once we got in. I was all set on that score. As was Jared, who was waiting for us.
The orgy room was one big huge room surrounded by smaller ones. Some action took place in the big room, but not much. Most of it was in the smaller rooms. You could have an open room or a closed room-there were doors. The whole setup was made for this kind of thing. The people who owned the house-Jimmy Smith’s parents, Jimmy was our ace running back-were into orgies. And they didn’t mind letting the kids have the house once a week. It wasn’t what you might think of as a wild party-drugs and booze were expressly forbidden. Nope, in the main party room, there was just food and cokes, good music, and good friends. And, in the back room, there was sex-and lots of it.
"Hey, look who actually came to the orgy!" I heard a voice yell out. It was, of course, Maggie. "Amanda Frazier, you’re a slut!"
"Damn right she is!" It was Jared.
Maggie came up to us. "So, Jared, if you’re girlfriend’s planning on playing the slut for the evening, does that mean I’m gonna get a crack at that big boy of yours?"
"Play your cards right and we’ll see," Jared said. "Right now, we have a previous engagement." And we lead an embarrassed-looking Allie to an empty room, and closed the door.
As in all the rooms, there was a bed, and a few couches and chairs. There was also condoms, sex toys, lube, all that stuff. We led Allie over to the bed.
"I want to do this, guys, but I’m nervous. About your size, Jared."
"I’ll be careful. I’ll also make sure you’re ready," he said.
"OK," she said nervously.
"First off, do we need those?" Jared asked her, pointing to the condoms.
"No," she smiled. "I’m protected."
Jared smiled, and then pushed her down onto the bed. He lied down next to her, looked up at me with a little grin, and went right for the boob.
I grinned back. I sat down on the bed on the other side of her, and watched him go to town-and watched her fully enjoy it. Which she did. And I knew it, I’d been on the receiving end of his tittie ministrations, so I knew he was good at it.
That’s when I lost my mind. I was sitting there, watching them, and I lost my mind.
I had never been interested in a girl, sexually or romantically. I’d never fooled around with other girls, at all. And, yeah, I knew Allie would be eating me out at some point in the festivities, but that was different. I wasn’t going to actually be doing anything myself-it was just another tongue on me, right? But I sat there, watching them, and watching her writhe underneath my boyfriend’s talented tongue. And I looked at her lips, and…I don’t know. I went with it.
I leaned over, and I kissed her.
WOW. She opened her eyes in surprise, but then closed them again, and returned the kiss. And it was…unbelievable. I couldn’t believe how different it was than kissing Jared. Not better, not worse, just different. Her lips were soft, and warm, and open, and she was moaning in my mouth.