Everyone mentioned is 18 years old when this all takes place. This part of my life starts a few months after [my virginity story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l3mw6s/ok_heres_how_i_really_lost_my_virginity_mf/) wraps up, and you might want to read [this one first](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l353zp/how_i_lost_my_virginity_in_a_car_with_5_other/) as well for even more background. But you really don’t have to read either of my other prior posts, this story will stand up just fine on it’s own.
It’s early spring, during my senior year of high school. John is hosting a party while his parents are away. It’s gonna be a proper Friday night rager. He skipped school and spent all day locking up valuables and barricading certain rooms. My buddy Kevin is bringing a keg. It’s been sitting in the trunk of his car in the school parking lot getting warm all day. I know John mostly through Kevin. John goes to a different school than Kevin and I, we had only hung out a handful of times prior, but we have more than a few mutual friends.
John’s party ends up being an absolutely insane one. The cops get called eventually but we were able to keep it going from shortly after school until nearly midnight. Unlike parties that Kevin and his friends’ from John’s school had hosted in the past, this one was drenched with alcohol. We had really stepped up our procurement game by this point in our high school careers. In addition to the warm keg of Natty Light, there were several cases of hard alcohol available. Everything from Captain Morgan White Rum to Captain Morgan Spiced Rum to Captain Morgan Parrot Bay was on offer. That’s right. We knew what the girls liked to drink and boy did they drink on this night.
So allow me to introduce the main subject of this story: Sylvia. Today, more than a decade later, she’s Dr. Sylvia. Back in high school she was just gorgeous Sylvia with long curly brown hair, a generous c cup rack, slim waistline, and hips for days. Despite her self-proclaimed tomboy status and matching style of dress, everyone still considered her to be one of the hottest girls in our class. She was also a party animal.
It wouldn’t have been unusual for her to do something like walk up behind and between Kevin and I in the hall at school on a Friday, throw both her arms around us, then exclaim loud enough for dozens of others to hear-
“Dudes are we getting fucking drunk tonight or what?”
I would’ve considered Sylvia to be my closest female friend at this point in life. Sylvia was in the group of girls who were tight with Kailey I mentioned in my 1st story. It was Sylvia who first told me about Kailey’s escapades with older guys. Sylvia had been in a relationship for most of our friendship and was recently single. I had put in a little effort with a girl from John’s school that Sylvia was close to though recently, her name was Trish.
So the night of John’s party- Sylvia, Trish and I are sitting in a stairwell in this massively overcrowded house. It’s been hours and hours of drinking at this point already. We’re swigging straight from fifths of parrot bay that we are passing back and forth. Trish has shoulder length reddish-brown hair, innocent blue eyes, and a little bit of a muffin top sticking out of her tight jeans. She’s wearing a low cut skimpy top and I’m getting a great view of her cleavage as she’s sitting a stair below my feet. Her back is to me as she watches Sylvia. She is really getting her drink on, sitting two steps further down from Trish, swallowing an extra big mouthful, and leaving our bottle of mango empty.
I crack open the coconut flavor one and pass it down. Trish looks over her shoulder to take it, and catches me staring down her shirt. I can see what I would describe as the majority of her b cups as they are held upright in grab-me position by her double pushup bra. I think I can even see a little bit of her light brown areola right at the bra line against the paleness of her skin. Her brow furrows and I can tell my leering isn’t even being a little bit appreciated tonight.
“Can you grab us a couple beers? This coconut one is so sweet. It’s kinda gross.” She’s asks as she’s probably more than a little fed up with my advances, perhaps this is a culmination of the last few weeks of my shenanigans. I had tried to make out with her at least twice, only to be rebuffed each time I went in for a kiss. The first time she touched her finger to my lips and stated that we either had to become a “Facebook official couple” or “go out on a few dates” first. And yeah, none of that was gonna be happening.
I come back a minute later, beers in hand, and Trish has moved to the bottom of the stairs and is now standing up facing Sylvia. Trish is looking extra drunk all of the sudden. She’s making a lot of gestures with her hands as I overhear her telling Sylvia about how she plans to hook up with John, our host, later tonight. I didn’t know they had any kind of history together until now.
“John always gives me the best head.” Trish blurts out, her right hand in a fist with her thumb sticking out towards her chest. Her whole forearm starts jerking back and forth as she emphasizes the word “me.” Sylvia is now looking past Trish, we’re making eye contact. Sylvia is making this face at me like- yeah she is really saying this stuff in front of you right now. No doubt she had heard from Trish how I’d been hitting on her recently.
Trish must see Sylvia’s face, which is clearly giving away the fact that someone, presumably me, is listening in. But she doesn’t care to turn around to see who’s behind her. She continues going on about how much she loves having John eat her out. So I can tell now by Trish’s non-reaction to Sylvia’s reaction that she wants me to overhear this shit. Alright then, I think to myself. Message received.
The last thing Trish mentions on the subject, is that John would always tell her no reciprocation was ever necessary before he went down on her. That last part peaks Sylvia’s interest- “Really?” she asks with a genuinely inquisitive tone, her eyes now back focusing on Trish instead of me. Trish is finally ready to acknowledge I’m back, she turns around and grabs her requested beer from my outstretched hand. She takes a sip, and looks back towards Sylvia who is still clearly awaiting her answer. Trish swallows the beer, then lets out a long “Mmm-hmm” as she nods, purses her lips, and raises her eyebrows.
By the time Sylvia and I are heading to the kitchen to snag a third bottle of parrot bay, Trish is parting ways with us to see if she can find John, and both these girls are fully tanked. I’m pretty buzzed as well. But nothing sobers high schoolers up like running through a residential neighborhood, trying to get away from approaching police backup.
The first 2 miserable cops that had showed up here realized there are about 100 extremely drunk teens in this house and so they just sat out front, waiting for some help before they even got out of their squad car to face us. Word of their presence spreads quickly through the party and a stampede of drunken pubescents begins scattering, primarily over the fence in the rear yard. I try to think fast, but our feet move faster, we’re already running out the back door and towards the 3 foot fence when I tell Sylvia-
“I think I’m gonna have to come back for my car.” I scold myself in my head for not having parked further away. I knew in advance that it was likely the police would be showing up. However, this smarter part of me is welcoming this chance to sober up some before getting behind the wheel.
“Wanna wait this shit out with me at the park?” I say after we had scurried together through some random’s backyard, opened their side yard’s gate, and made it safely back out onto an adjacent street through their front yard. We had ran a bit further away, uphill, and were now standing under a streetlight, catching our breath, with a nice view down towards a few dozen others now making this same escape from John’s unfortunate neighbor’s yard.
“Eh, I’m just gonna walk home.” I had forgot Sylvia’s house was only a few blocks from John’s. We make eye contact as she says the word “home” and she then holds my gaze. My inner monologue decides this slight linger is enough of an excuse for drunk me to go ahead and take a shot at bedding my long time pal and the following is what came out-
“But if you ever need reciprocation-free head, you know you can call me anytime right?”
I said the line jokingly enough and we both start laughing. Then I start quoting Trish bragging about John, I’m doing a good impression of her, nailing the way she had said “John always gives me the best head.” Especially her emphasis on “me.” We’re now dying laughing together while we walk a bit further away from the scene. We keep cracking each other up by imitating Trish’s slightly slurred speech and her robotic thumb-pointing hand motions. We get near her house, hug, and say simple goodbyes and goodnights.
I text her just a bit later when I rejoin my car, after my short decamp to lurk in the nearby park with most of the scattered party mob. I let her know I’ve safely gotten my car away from John’s, and that the cops are gone anyways. And then I add that I was deadly serious about no reciprocation ever being necessary. This was back in the pre-emoji days, so there was no peach and no mouth, but I might have thrown in a ;)
I get a call from her instantly as a reply.
“Hey!” I answer on the first ring.
“Seriously- no reciprocation necessary? Ever?” She says.
“Yeah. Seriously.”
“You really mean it?”
“Yeah, I do.”
There’s a long pause. I think to myself that I better not fuck this up. She’s such a good friend. And she’s also so fucking fine. And I can’t believe this seems to be working. She finally speaks up again and says-
“I’m not shaved down there.”
“I don’t care.”
“Ok then come pick me up.” She directs me to wait in my car a block from her house so she can sneak back out. I arrive minutes later and shortly after she approaches then hops into my front seat. We drive briefly and I stop in a quiet spot, pull over, and shut off the engine. It’s been over a minute and neither of us have said anything. I turn and lean towards her, she closes her eyes as I plant a kiss on her lips, which I then try to turn into a make out.
It’s not that she’s fully rebuffing my tongue, but she’s not making any attempt at frenching me back either. Then I feel the bottoms of both her palms on my temple, her fingers in my hair, pushing me down from her mouth and towards her chest. I snicker as I realize what she’s doing. She lets out a full on belly laugh and the tension between us is broken as I continue to let her gently force my head down past her midsection and towards her jeans’ crotch. I’m an idiot. She doesn’t want to kiss me. She just wants me to give her head already, duh.
I’m thinking we should get in my backseat, and I get out of the car expecting she’ll follow, but instead she grabs the bar under my passenger seat, slides it all the way back, then reaches for the side lever and reclines it fully. She’s laying back, almost done pulling off her jeans when I take in the sight of her thick thighs and tiny red panties framing her slim waist as I open her door. She quickly sheds the underwear too, leaving on her sweater on as she leans all the way back, closes her eyes and opens her legs.
I grab her right leg to move it past my head as I duck into the car, then I grab it again to make sure it doesn’t hit the car door as I close that behind me. I now have just enough room between her spread legs to crouch in front of her seat and I relish taking in the sight of her bush right up close. It’s thick and long in the middle of mound, and shorter and sparser closer to the bikini line. I lean in and kiss her flat belly as I place both hands on the outside of her hips. Then I bring my face down through her soft hairs until my lower lip meets her outer vulva and I feel her quiver just a bit.
I move my right hand to the inside of her thigh, dragging it slowly up her skin, closer to her outer cunt hairs. I’m teasing her just above her clitoral hood with my tongue when I stop and lower my mouth, it’s now over her full vagina. I savor the taste of her wetness as I slide my tongue from the bottom of her slit up to her clit and settle in to work on it with some up and down and swirling motions. I’m mixing in some suction, and now using my left hand to keep her vulva nice and spread. I keep a nice consistent pace of tongue flitting across her clit and she’s starting to wriggle around some, but she is not making a ton of noise, other than her heavy breathing.
I double my tongue’s pace and instantly she lets out a moan. It’s brief. Like she started to moan then cut herself off. I don’t let up. Soon I feel her hand on my shoulder. It grips me tighter when she says “Yes, yes” as I’m trying to up the tempo again, my tongue now going as fast as it can with a back and forth swiping motion across her now fully engorged clit.
I feel her shuddering as she finally releases, her breathing changes during her orgasm, she shakes hard through the middle portion of it, her whole body joining in. She stays fairly quiet, at least compared to Mary and Sandra: the only 2 other girls I’ve seen come in person to date. I keep my mouth on her as I let her ride out the pleasure waves. I stopped my clitoral assault a few seconds into the orgasm and am instead covering her whole quivering slit inside of my lips, gently moving my tongue, maintaining just some light contact until I can see she’s completely finished.
Her hand coming off my shoulder is my cue to pull back fully. She still has her eyes closed, I open the door and maneuver her leg around again as I exit the car. She quickly redresses and puts the seat back into place as I’m walking around the car then settling back into the drivers seat.
“Yep. No reciprocation necessary.” I repeat with a satisfied tone as I lean back. Both are of us looking straight forward out the windshield as she shakes her head and chuckles. I start the the car. A goodnight is indeed all the reciprocation I’ll get. For now.
However this is the start, not the end of me & Sylvia. There is going to be much more during the remainder of the spring and summer ahead. She’s going to be there, with my cock in hand, as I learn to stop worrying. And Sylvia’s orgasms will be directly responsible for how I loved being nude near her mom. I promise that this will all make sense to you later on.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l4ekgz/dr_sylvia_or_how_i_learned_to_stop_worrying_and
Is this title a Dr. Strangelove reference