"There's going to be a party over where that new show home is," Eddy told her as they pulled away from her house. Eddy was a nice enough boy, somewhat on the skinny side, but with broad shoulders and sharp, even features.
"The show home?"
"Yeah. Bob's old man is in real estate and he's handling that whole new development over at Pine Valley. So Bob has the key to this fantastic pad, see, and a lot of kids are bringing beer and food."
"What if someone sees everybody going in and calls the cops?"
"Nobody lives out there yet," Eddy told her. "And anyhow, if a cop shows up for some reason, Bob can tell him to shove off. It's his old man's place after all."
Gayle was a little squeamish about participating in the illegitimate party, but she didn't want to be a spoil-sport, so she kept still. By the time Eddy pulled up at the curb to park, there were other kids on their way up the walk.
Inside it was dark and someone was handing out candles.
"We can't turn on the lights," a red-headed girl told her. "Might attract too much attention." She shoved a candle into Gayle's hand and a book of matches to go with it. "There's a case of beer in a cooler in the kitchen."
Eddy brought Gayle a cold can, and though she hadn't really wanted to drink, she took it. She'd had beer before, a sip or two from her father's glass on occasion. Eddy chug-a-lugged his and went to get another one.
Some couples swayed to the music of a portable phonograph, others made out in dark corners and on the large sofa. As Gayle drifted around, she heard giggles down the hall. A bedroom door slammed shut. Gayle lit her candle and stuck it into a saucer she'd found in the kitchen. She drank more of her beer, beginning to like the sharp feel of the bubbles going down.
Eddy pulled her by the hand. "Let's go upstairs and see what's happening."
"Okay." Reluctantly, Gayle followed him up the steps. The house was a large one, and as they passed one bedroom, she saw a girl she knew stretched out on the floor with a guy. The guy's hand was under the girl's dress and Gayle could hear him whispering something.
"No…" the girl moaned, pushing at his wrist, but the boy didn't take his hand away. In fact, it slid a little higher and then the two of them were kissing passionately. Gayle began to feel worried. She'd never been with Eddy in such a setting and the way he kept looking at her was weird.
"Here's an empty room," he said, pulling her in before she could stop him.
"It's not right to be alone in here," she stammered as he shut the door. But then Eddy had pulled her into his arms. Since she held the candle in one hand and her beer in the other, she couldn't fend him off. He kissed her neck wetly as his hands traced the trim curves of her hips. The slide of his hands over her new dress was exciting. Too exciting!
"Eddy… stop! I'm going to spill my beer or drop this darn candle."
"Here, give me that." Eddy put the candle on the dresser and Gayle's beer beside it. She backed away from him but her legs hit the bed and he wrestled her down onto her back. He began to rub his body against hers but since they still had on their clothes, Gayle put up with it for a few minutes.
But she was having a hard time breathing and her cunt was very moist. She could feel her nylon panty-crotch clinging to the damp flesh that had blossomed outward. She was very hot between her cuntlips, just like she'd been when Prince had licked her. Oh why did she keep thinking of that?
"God, Gayle, I sure do spend a lot of time dreaming of you."
"Mmmmmm." The feel of Eddy's breath against her ear was sending hot shivers up and down her back. Her nipples throbbed against her bra-cups.
"Don't… Eddy, please stop that!"
The boy's hands were straying. She knew he longed to get under her dress and she remembered what her sister had said about getting felt up. Gayle was enjoying the fluttery feelings that all this touching was causing, but she was scared to let Eddy actually touch her bare flesh. Eddy kissed her ear again.
"You smell so good."
She could smell what he was talking about. It was a musky scent that rose from between her thighs. The same erotic perfume her body had given out when the Doberman had feasted on her cunt. She was getting hotter by the second.
"Ohhh, ohhhh God!"
"Why don't you take this off?" Eddy said.
"No!"
She tried to stop him but Eddy unbuttoned the back of her dress. She began to pant as he pulled it off one shoulder and covered her tan flesh with kisses. Gayle didn't how the boy slipped out of his pants so quickly. It was his bare leg against her knee that made her squeal with shock.
"Eddy! You better put your clothes back on…"
"Let's just hug," he whispered, rolling on top of her. As he wiggled around, Gayle remembered that story Tricia had told her. But Eddy wasn't wearing pajamas, just a pair of skivvies. She could feel his hard, hot cock through the thin material of her dress. He rubbed it against her thigh, his hands doing something behind her back.
"No! Not my bra!" It was again too late to stop him. She felt the cups loosen. Then Eddy was pulling the front of her dress lower, dragging the bra off her tender tits at the same time. She was trying so hard to keep his wet lips away from her exposed nipple that she didn't notice what his free hand was doing. Not until she felt his finger slide along the wet nylon that clung to her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, hips jerking as she arched her back up from the bed.
"Let me take them off," Eddy sighed.
"My panties? Of course not! What kind of a girl do you think…"
"Hey, take it easy. It's just that I dig you so much." His finger pressed the silken crotchband up into her crevice. Gayle squirmed, clutching at his wrist but the tremors of pleasure were weakening her. She tried to remember her sister's advice. Her mind couldn't make any sense out of anything right now. And Eddy's finger was trying to pry under the elastic of her panties.
"Eddy, I… I have to go to the bathroom," she lied.
"What?"
"Must be that beer." She forced a giggle.
"Jesus Christ…"
"I won't be long." Gayle swung her legs off the bed and pulled her dress back up. She let her bra dangle loose inside. All she wanted was to escape that room and Eddy's dangerous hands. "Maybe you could get me something more to drink while I'm gone?"
"You haven't even finished this one yet," he said, picking her can up. Gayle could see the jut of his prick inside his skivvies. She hurried to the door and out into the hall. There was no way he could follow her without his pants.
"He might try and follow me though," she breathed to herself. "Especially when I don't come back." Because Gayle had no intention of going back. She cut down the hall and looked around for a place to hide. Most of the bedrooms were occupied and when she started into one, she heard the bed bouncing rhythmically and a girl's soft cries. There was another sound too, something wet and slick sliding against something else just as slick. She backed out of that bedroom and searched for another.
Now she heard Eddy in the hall, calling her name. She couldn't be choosy at this point so she found a partly open door, got down on her hands and knees and crawled quietly into the room. She knew at once that it was empty and made a frantic dive for the closet, praying that Eddy wouldn't find her. Her prayer was answered. No sooner had she turned and gotten to her feet than two more people pushed into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. The girl was tall and blond and as she put her flickering candle in an ashtray on the dresser, Gayle thought she saw something very familiar about her.
"Oh, Randy, you think you're so smart sneaking me into a bedroom. Who said you're going to get what you think you will?"
It was Cindy, Gayle's older sister! Gayle watched Randy embrace her sister, his hands caressing the pert outward curve of her ass. Then they pounced on the bed, and in a tumultuous wrestling match, began to fling off each other's clothes. When they were down to skivvies and panties, they both stopped. Gayle was dripping now, her cuntlips swollen out around the skimpy crotchband of her panties. She knew she should let them know that they weren't alone, yet she couldn't resist watching and learning just how a girl went about playing with fire.