My 18[F] Accidental First Exhibitionist Experience

I’ve been told by several people on here that I should post this story for you lovely folks. This took place several years ago and it’s honestly still kind of unbelievable to me but here goes.

It was the summer after grade 12 and my high school boyfriend and I had broken up recently after I came out as bisexual. (And to think, I thought all guys were into bi girls…) So our story picks up as I arrive at the first big house party I attended after the breakup. I was invited by a close friend of mine, but aside from him I only knew about 3 other people attending.

After a few drinks and what felt like 100 introductions to drunk people from a different high school, I made my way out to the patio where there was the expected gaggle of hipstery white people in flannel passing around a couple of acoustic guitars. Wonderwall was played (of fucking course) but the people were fun, I got to take a couple turns and that’s where I met John.

He was super cute, kind of a baby face and obviously kind of a nerd but he was also funny, welcoming and I was happy to sit beside him, sing songs and get casually wasted. We hung out there and got to know each other until the requisite drunk tequila shots girl came by, the falling down drunk guy tried to hit on me and eventually, everyone except the two of us headed inside and the party started to wind down.

This was one of those parties where it was in a far out suburb so almost everyone just crashed at the house and when we finally stumbled our way inside, the only place available to sleep was on a couple of cushions in the center of the living room. It was pretty uncomfortable and the huddled shapes of passed out people scattered throughout the room made me think I was going to miss out on really getting to know this guy, if you know what I mean.

We lay down on our makeshift bed and assume the classic spooning position. It felt kind of amazing and after being flirty with this guy all night, any kind of physical contact felt great. I closed my eyes, starting to fall asleep but he obviously had other ideas because his hands started to slowly move, up my legs, over my hips, along my ribs and then grabbing a fistful of my hair and gently tugging (I’d admitted earlier that hair pulling gets me instantly turned on.)

I was still mentally catching up with what was going on when he started kissing and nibbling on my ears (Another weakness I’d admitted earlier, damn that attentive bastard) and shivers and chills started to run down my body. I’m pretty vocal so it took everything I had to keep quiet at this point and I’m still pretty sure anyone awake in that room could hear my breathing.

The last thing I want to be is one of those starfish ladies that just lays there and doesn’t give anything back so I reached behind me and started rubbing his shockingly erect package through his skinny jeans, shocking because of the alcohol consumption of course. It was his turn to moan into my ear and I wasted no time in unzipping his pants, pulling him out and commencing an awkward behind the back handjob.

(Also, this is the point in every one of these stories where the dick ranges from the biggest you’ve ever seen to the classic, “About 7 inches and thicker than most” as if that isn’t anything special. This particular cock was definitely shorter than most and barely above average thickness by my estimation and did everything it needed to do and more. That concludes my Ted Talk)

I suddenly felt my head get pulled sideways by my hair and he almost growled into my ear, “I have a condom and I want to fuck you.” Because there is nothing sexier than consent and responsible use of birth control, I nodded my head vigorously and thanked sober me for wearing a dress to this party.

After a minute of fidgeting I him gingerly push between my legs and try to find my vulva. Not willing to waste any time, I grabbed him, lined him up and felt him slowly press into me. Despite my attempts to keep quiet, a gasp escaped me and I quickly pulled one of his hands over my mouth; partially to reduce noise and partially because getting gagged is hot as fuck.

He began slowly thrusting I can’t describe how hot it was to be getting secretly fucked around all these people. I was legitimately proud of how quiet we were being and when he started to choke me gently, I was in heaven. It seemed like things were going well and we might get away with it when the silence was abruptly shattered.

Fucking tequila shot girl from before, had found a guy for herself whose name I’d learn later was Kevin. They were also on cushions on the floor and had also gotten horny. He was going down on her and she decided to alert the entire house about it by having an extraordinarily loud and vigorous orgasm.

We froze like deer in the headlights, John still inside me, as we figured that everyone in the room was now awake and aware of what was going on. “I’m fucking close, you want to keep going?” he whispered to me and in my horny, drunken state that seemed like a terrific idea. “Fuck yes,” I whimpered back and he started to properly fuck me this time, no longer bothering with subtlety.

The whole situation, with the orgasm 5 feet away from us, the people ostensibly watching/listening and him being about to cum, kind of crashed over me at once and I realized that I was super close as well. I reached down to rub my clit as he was now pounding me and as he grunted that he was cumming I crossed the finish line as well.

I followed the lead of tequila girl and utterly let loose as I came, shuddering and moaning for all to see and hear. As we slowed to a halt and silence descended on the room once more, Kevin all of a sudden piped up, “Well the four of us have been working pretty hard, anybody want some water?” I’ve never experienced tension being broken so effortlessly in my life and I couldn’t help but laugh along with a few other people in the room. “Yeessss, that would be amazing,” I answered in my still shaky voice and John followed up my order with a, “You can make that four!”

We stayed up and chatted for a bit with them and with a few of the people who had been woken up. It was weird and awkward but also kind of fun. John and I hung out and hooked up a few more times but just lost touch a few months later. But my love of public play and exhibitionism never left!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/frkosu/my_18f_accidental_first_exhibitionist_experience