PROLOGUE:
Please be kind as it’s my first attempt at writing. This a true story that happened to me years ago. I’ve tried to recall as much detail as I remember, but there was plenty of alcohol and marijuana involved, so it’s still a little hazy. I’m not sure how many parts this will be, but more than likely this will be a long, long story. Please let me know what you think.
PART I:
It was New Year’s Eve and a group of 9 of us were driving to our friend Rob’s remote cottage up North. There were 3 couples (all M/F) and 3 single guys (myself included), so I had already resigned myself to the fact that I would not be getting lucky this New Year’s. Instead I decided that my goal was to get absolutely annihilated on beer, liquor and pot.
Upon arriving at the cottage, the bedrooms were immediately claimed by all the couples. The single guys were relegated to either one doorless room of bunk beds or a basement room with a couch. I opted for the couch, so that I could have some privacy when I passed out and maybe have a drunken wank at the end of the night.
The party started off with a flurry of shots, drinking games and copious clouds of weed. I was well on track to hit my destructive goal when, around 10:00pm, most of the party people decided to break-in the hot tub. I went to get changed into my swim suit and when I came out of the bathroom, everyone was already outside, except for Ashley, who was waiting outside the door, staring at me in my bathing suit as I wrapped a towel around my waist.
Ashley is a fiery little red-head with straight, bright red-orange hair that falls just below her shoulders and dark green eyes. She stands about 5’3″ tall and is very petite/skinny with smooth milky white skin containing barely any freckles except for a light sprinkling across the bridge of her nose. Her perky little B cup tits were well accentuated in a tight white and blue baseball tee and push-up bra and she was wearing an old pair of ripped jeans that hung low, showing off her smooth tummy and straining to contain her bubbly little ass.
Now, Ashley and I dated back in high school, but never slept together as we were both a little too young at the time. Despite us never having sex, she always had this power over me that would cause me to tingle all over whenever she looked at me a certain way and I would be hopelessly and helplessly compelled to do whatever she said when she whispered in my ear.
At the end of high school, our relationship ended quite amicably and, years later, she ended up dating my friend Dylan (who was also at this party). I was completely fine with their dating, as plenty of time had passed between relationships, but now the two of us were alone at the cottage and she was staring directly into my soul with that familiar, penetrating gaze. After a moment of uncomfortable silence she says:
“So. Have you thought about how we’re going to kiss tonight?”
Uhhhh what? How? Ummm, what is happening? I was completely confused. I mean, yeah, it wasn’t abnormal for guys to kiss all the girls on New Year’s, regardless of who they were dating, but it was always harmless and completely platonic. The question was bizarre and the way she was looking at me was very… suggestive…
Thrown for a complete loop, I manage to keep my cool and smoothly reply:
“Uughgh.. how.. Ughghgh… noooo, not really.”
Cue another awkward silence.
She keeps staring into my soul and slowly saunters up to me until she’s standing right in front of me, her lips inches from mine and I’m struck by that familiar tingling sensation throughout my body when she says:
“Well I just thought we should make tonight special.” with a not-so-subtle emphasis on ‘special’ to make it clear that she was completely serious.
Before I can make another nervous remark, she turns on her heel and deliberately struts away from me with a flagrant swagger. Each step is purposefully exaggerated and my gaze is helplessly drawn straight down to the rhythmic sway of her bouncing, bubbly ass. She gets to the doorway and pauses to look back over her shoulder and catches me blatantly staring at her ass. She flashes me an all-knowing smirk that tells me she was expecting me to stare and how proud she is to command this much power over me.
After she leaves, my mind just starts racing. What is happening? Does this mean what I think it means? What about Dylan? Should I tell him how his girl is acting behind his back? Does she know about him cheating on her? Is she trying to get revenge? Does she know about all the girls he’s cheated with? Is it wrong that I’m so turned on by this? Can I even go though with this? Do I want to? Do I have a choice? What should I do?
Eventually, I decide that I’m going to completely ignore this meeting, try to pretend that it never happened and go on with my night as planned. I wait for my erection to die down, do several shots of whiskey in the kitchen, then join everyone else outside.
Half the party people are in the hot tub and the other half are just hanging out on the deck. I’m determined to not engage with Ashley at all, but then she comes outside wearing only a tight white bikini and ensures that all eyes are on her as she makes a scene, slowly and deliberately entering the hot tub. She sits down directly across from me and right beside her boyfriend Dylan, who she promptly kisses while staring straight back at me.
After a few minutes, I start to feel her foot slide up my right leg and start caressing my inner thigh. She can tell that she has my full attention, despite me intentionally looking away and she starts to poke around my crotch to confirm my interest. At this point I can’t look at her or Dylan at all and am trying to act casual, like nothing is happening, while silently praying that the bubbles hide whats going on under the water. I’m feeling very uncomfortable with the situation, but at the same time, I’m super horned up and loving the thrill and also completely powerless to stop her. I flash her a “WTF are you crazy!?!” look and she gives replies with a devilishly evil smile and pushes her foot firmly against my rock hard cock.
Next thing I know, her other foot is tracing its way up my left leg and comes to rest at the base of my cock. She begins to knead by balls with her toes, then starts moving them up my shaft in unison, giving me a slow foot job over my swimsuit. It feels so good that I can’t move or talk or do anything but sit there and enjoy it. A shiver runs up my spine which gets some odd looks from the party goers, but is quickly dismissed. I’m paralyzed with pleasure, while at the same time being completely paranoid about everyone around us and in the tub with us, not the least of which Dylan.
All of a sudden, I’m granted a brief distraction when one of the guys starts violently vomiting off the far end of the deck. The spell is broken and the awkward reality sets back in. Everyone starts cheering and yelling at him and I decide to seize the opportunity and quickly jump out of the tub, tuck my erection into my towel and wrap it around my waist. I see Ashley give me a look that quickly goes from disappointment to resolve and I realize that she’s not done with me yet.
I go inside to use the bathroom and change back into my dry clothes when I realize that one of the couples has slipped off to a bedroom for a quickie. I assume that it has to be Kyle and Jess, as Kyle is a completely sex-crazed deviant and has to do it at all times of day, preferably with an audience. He’s a borderline exhibitionist and would be getting a huge kick out of people hearing him getting some action.
I start changing in the bathroom next door and can hear them pounding away. I can tell by their voices that I was right about who it was and as I hear the slapping flesh, the squeaking bed and her soft moans, my erection begins to throb. At this point I’m starting to dread the impending blue balls from all this incomplete excitement and start rubbing one out right then and there, with my ear to the wall, listening to the wild sex next door. After a few furious strokes of my cock, I change my mind and decide against it. I force myself to tune out the sex sounds, calm my dick down, get dressed and set out to return to the party.
As I leave the bathroom, I hear someone call my name from the next bedroom over. I walk over to see a bedroom door wide open and Ashley laying on the bed, back in her jeans and now wearing a navy zip-up hooded sweatshirt. She stares me right in the eyes, bites her lower lip and slowly unzips the hoodie to reveal her smooth, milky white chest. I realize that she isn’t wearing anything under that hoodie and once the zipper gets to the bottom she completely pulls open the sweater to reveal her perky white tits, with bright pink nipples standing at full attention. She tells me to come in and I’m powerless to stop myself. I’m drawn into the room against my will, like shes pulling a string thats attached directly to my dick.
“Touch them” she says softly and as she lightly drags her fingers across her tits.
I reach down and start massaging her breasts with my left hand. I remember her having great tits, but they seem larger and fuller than when we dated. They’re still quite perky and firm, despite her laying on her back. She reaches up with her left hand and starts feeling my growing bulge over my pants and looks me right in the eyes as she slowly slides her right hand down her jeans and starts rubbing her pussy. She opens her mouth to exhale breath of air and I feel my bones melt into butter.
Kyle and Jess start getting aggressively louder next door and I can’t help but hear the headboard banging against the wall and Jess moaning loudly. Ashley looks up toward the noise, closes her eyes, bites her lip and arches her back, which turns me on so much that I can immediately feel a burst of precum start leaking out cock. My cock is pulsating now as I keep feeling up her tits and teasing her nipples, making them become bright and flush. She pulls her hand out of her pants and beckons for me to come closer. I lean in and her eyes go wide as she shoves her wet, pussy soaked fingers into my open mouth and I taste her sweet juices. I grab her wrist to hold her hand in place and close my eyes as I suck her fingers and move my tongue all over, enjoying her taste and smell. The couple next door climax in a loud combination of headboard slams, moans, groans and grunts, followed by complete silence.
As soon as its silent, I snap back into reality again and realize that we’re completely exposed in this room. Anybody could easily walk in on us at any point. Dylan is right outside and would freak the fuck out if he caught me standing here! I’m immediately filled with a rush of dread, guilt and regret and run out of the room. I hear Ashley plead for me to wait, but I just keep going. On my way out of the room I turn and run straight into Kyle.
Kyle is about 6’1 tall, with an average-slim build. He has barely any body hair and can’t grow facial hair, a fact that we constantly tease him about. Hes got shaggy dark brown hair and bright blue eyes that drive the girls crazy.
I step back and Kyle is standing there, bare naked, covered in sweat, with his post-sex, semi-erect cock proudly bouncing in the air. I’ve seen Kyle naked plenty of times, as he’s quite proud of his equipment, and most of the time it looks as though is 7.5 -8″ long, but now that I’m so close to him it looks like its at least 9″. Even semi-hard he’s still larger than me at my fullest. I can see that he’s still slick from sex and I’m transfixed by what a nice looking cock he has. His shaft is long and smooth, not too thick, barely veiny and currently glistening with Jess’ juices, circumcised with a smooth and pronounced mushroom top which was currently dripping with his cum.
I don’t know if it was all the alcohol or the weed, or the hyper sexual atmosphere (or all of it) but I didn’t realize that I was blatantly staring, open mouthed, at his cock in pure admiration. I also forgot that I was still super hard from everything that had just happened. When I finally look up, Kyle is looking with a straight face at the big tent I’m pitching in my pants. His mouth quickly curls into a super confident smile as soon as we made eye contact and he stares back silently until I look away, then continues on to the bathroom as I lower my head in embarrassment and continue outside.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/446fuo/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant
Excellent so far.