Tutorials had finished for the day, and it was all hands to the Royal Pub for after-college drinks. Shirley would be there, and Dave and Sally; Gill should be there, and Ingrid and Charlie too. I had a good collection of coins for the jukebox, and it was Friday, so the guys that sell cockles would probably be there too, selling little packets of cockles, salty and fresh and covered in vinegar. Usually, we nearly all had some. Our Friday treat. 

I threw my stuff into my locker, making sure it was locked, and headed out. The pub was next to the local police station; only the old goods railway line was between the pub and the police station. Years ago, the line served a second station, but Beeching had seen to that, and now all it carried was goods trains; the old station had been converted into a house and sold off. The new owners had imaginatively named their house ‘Station House.'

I was first in the pub; I loaded the jukebox and selected Hi Ho Silver Lining. We all sang along to that! There were other favourites: Magic Carpet Ride, Paint It Black, and Black Night, all getting many plays throughout the evening. The singing escalated somewhat raucously as the night drew to a close. Back at home we would tend to play Tangerine Dream or perhaps Caravan and get down with a long, lazy smoke, our eyes closed and our minds open. But not in the pub; no, the pub was for drinking, not getting wasted.

Dave was the first to arrive and shouted across to me.  “Hiya Meesh, how’s it hanging?” 

“Idiot,” I replied, “you know only too well that I have nothing that hangs.” 

“Okay, so how are they drooping?” 

“Still an idiot; mine’s a vodka and slimline.” 

Dave disappeared up to the bar. Sally, Shirley and Ingrid came in. "Dave's at the bar,” I called through the noise. 

They loudly added their orders to the round. Tony was next to arrive; I hadn’t expected him. Charlie was last. It seemed Gill wasn’t coming. Ingrid said that she was in a mood because somebody had stood her up, and she had been waiting outside the cinema for ages. Her dad came and collected her and took her home. I hadn’t seen Gill all day, so I hadn’t got the lowdown on who the chap was. 

Drinks arrived by way of Dave, and we all started talking at once; there were at least four conversations going on, plus ribald singing of the chorus on the various juke box songs. We always sat at the same tables in the corner, and the pub tended to fill up towards us; the tables next to us were the last to be taken. Hardly surprising, we talked loudly, sang badly and generally had an excellent end-of-the-week bash. Week in, week out. We all threw a fiver into the kitty, and we drank until it was gone. 

Charlie was the designated driver. He had his dad's Morris Oxford, with a bench seat at the front as well as the back, so we could cram all of us in. He was only drinking shandies; the rest of us were on more serious stuff. Sally was on lager and black; Tony was on Snakebites; Ingrid was on Cherry B and cider, and I don’t know what Shirley was on – Babycham, I think. The night drew to a close, and we all piled into the Oxford. I was in the back with Tony on one side and Sal and Dave on the other. Tony was getting all handsy; I don’t know what he thought was going to happen with a car full of people all squashed together. 

His mouth found mine, and I kissed back. I wasn’t totally against the idea; we were all just squashed together. His hand was on my leg, and it was moving north; another hand was on my boob. God, I hoped it was Tony, but I knew Sal liked a bit of an each-way bet.

“Let’s go into town, see if I can find a man,” Charlie said. I knew what that meant, and that also meant that if he found a man, then we would all have to chuck something into the kitty. We drove for a while, then Charlie pulled over and got out of the car and spoke to a man outside the Pint Pot pub. I was distracted by Tony and his fingers; they were now firmly pressing at my knickers. He was out of luck, though; I could not get my knees more than an inch apart, not with four of us crammed in the back seat. 

Charlie came back, saying nothing, and we drove away. After a few minutes, he pulled into the goods deliveries area behind the shops on High Street. “Anyone got any papers?” He asked. The car erupted; Charlie had scored. By 'papers' he meant rolling papers so that we could make a joint. Ingrid produced some red Rizla papers, and Dave had an ounce of baccy.

“Hush, you guys,” Charlie said. “Some of the shops have flats above, and we don’t want anyone investigating the noise or, worse still, calling the old bill.” 

The smoke did the rounds in the car, but to be honest, you hardly needed to drag on the joint; there was so much smoke inside the car, you would get high just sitting there. Eventually the smoke was done; I needed a pee, so I nudged Tony and told him I needed to get out. Tony got out, and I followed. Tony shut the door and waited by the side of the car while I found a bin to dip down behind. 

I had just finished peeing when lights came into the delivery area. Tony rushed to where I was, and we crouched down, hiding behind some bins. He peeped out and hurriedly came back.  “Rozzers,” he whispered, “hush.” 

We heard a car door open and then footsteps. We could see the reflections of a torch and then something hard knocking on the car window. 

“What’s all this then?” A voice asked, presumably the policeman. 

I couldn’t hear what Charlie was saying; I presumed he was saying that they just parked up to be somewhere private before they went home. 

“Well, you can’t stop here. Now, go before I nick the lot of you for loitering with intent to commit burglary.” 

I heard the Oxford engine start, and then as it began to move away, Tony and I used the sound to move further behind the bins, hopefully out of sight. Good job that we did that; the beam of the torch flashed over where we had been hiding. After walking around and waving his torch, the policeman seemed satisfied and got in his car and drove away. 

“Now what?” I asked. That was our ride home, and Tony and I were marooned a couple of miles from home.

Tony pulled at my hand, and we moved away from the bins, and he led me to a deep doorway. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me, his tongue pressing inside, seeking my tongue for a game of mouth hockey. As he kissed, his hands were pulling at my skirt. He pushed my knickers to one side, and fingers were in my valley, sliding up and down. The drink, the joint, and the danger had done their things, and I was totally up for action. My inhibitions were gone, and my valley floodgates had opened. I didn’t even think about where we were or that we could be caught. 

I reached down and undid his trousers, pushing them and his underpants down, seeking his dick in the darkness of the delivery doorway. I found it; it wasn’t exactly hidden. I pushed his foreskin down and rubbed my thumb over his glans.

Tony groaned with pleasure.  “Turn around and lean on the door."

I turned and stepped back from the door a little and then leaned forward, my palms flat on the door. I felt Tony’s dick between my arse cheeks, and then he slid it down. A press and a push and his dick went through my entrance, past my opening and plumbed me to my depth; I gasped. 

I may have been a little out of it, but I did know what we were doing; we were shagging in a small doorway at the back of the shopping precinct, and that made me giggle.

“Does my dick make you laugh?” He grunted quietly.

I could feel his foreskin sliding within me, and I could feel my pleasures growing. 

“Your dick is making me mad! Shit!”

He began to go faster, and my gasps became louder as his belly slapped against my buttocks. If anyone in the flats had their window open, they would know exactly what was happening. Harder and faster, he pushed as I gripped the doorway tighter. Louder and quicker came my grunts, and then I saw stars! My orgasm exploded. It was all I could do not to scream as my body shook. If he weren't gripping me so tight, I would have fallen to the ground.

As I began to settle, electrics still fizzing, I felt Tony give one big, massive push, and he flooded my fanny with his spunk, filling my womb. Pushing two last times, he then stepped back, and his dick fell out. I reached down and put my knickers back in place, wishing that I had a tissue to soak up his goo. 

“Clean me?” He asked. 

I knelt on the floor and took his dick into my mouth. It was salty and metallic and still half hard. I licked and I sucked, and as my mouth rode along his shaft, I felt his dick begin to harden again. He always was quick to recover. I sucked as hard as I could, the buzz of the alcohol making me mad with desire. Wrapping my lips tightly around his dick, I licked the hole in his glans. He started groaning; I knew he was close. 

I squeezed his balls gently, enough so that he knew I was there, but not enough to really hurt him. I began to shag his dick with my mouth, going faster, my tongue adding to the dance in my mouth as my hand slid down to my sloppy fanny and began to thrum my button. 

“Oh, fuck, Meesh,” he gasped, and then spurted. His spunk shot down my throat and headed to my stomach to mix with the night’s imbibements. I sucked and licked him dry and then stood up; he could put his own dick away. 

I rose and reassembled myself as best as possible. “I need to get home. I’m a wreck.”

On Monday after classes, Charlie came over to my place.  He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I let him in and flopped on the settee, my legs across its length.

“What’s that look for?”

He lifted my feet and sat under, dropping my legs across his lap. I am sure he could see up to my pink knickers. I didn’t give a fig.

“Sorry we had to leave you two, but I hear it was not such an awful time of it.”

“Oh, that twat! He never could keep his mouth shut.”

“Just like your legs, apparently.”

“Sod off, prat. I heard you did alright for yourself as well.”

He blanched. “Sally told you?”

“She didn’t. But now I know!” His jaw dropped, and he began to squeeze my thighs, which always sent me into the giggles.

“Stop! No, please, Charlie! I screeched while he spouted admonishments.

“Little cheeky monkey! What a bad girl!”

“Please, stop!”

He quit but did not move his hands. I got hold of myself. “Was she as good as me?” I said with a raised brow and a bit of cheek.

“I don’t know; it's been so long, it's hard to compare.”

“Bastard!” I whispered as I pulled him on top of me into a hot snog.

In moments we were bottomless, and I was on my back, my top up, bra down, Charlie’s mouth on my left boob, and his impressiveness driving into me.

I squeezed my fanny muscles as tight as I could and tweaked his nipple sharply. He gasped in pain.

“Out,” I said, “and on your back, I want to go on top.”

I relaxed my fanny as best as I could; it really didn't want to stop playing, not for a moment, and then Charlie’s dick left, and my fanny felt cold and empty. He got up, his hard dick bouncing as he stood beside me. I stood and let Charlie lie down. I straddled him, my arse to his face and my face to his feet, and I slowly lowered myself down.

I reached under and grabbed Charlie’s dick and lined it up, my fanny opening again as his dick slowly filled me. I love this position; it has a different dick feel, and I don’t get the guy's belly bouncing off me or his beery breath in my face. I can close my eyes and rock his dick in and out.

I could hear Charlie mumbling his pleasures, but I shut out his sounds. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of a hard dick sliding in and out of my love tube. I could feel his foreskin as it slid along the shaft of his dick. I could feel the rim of his glans as it popped free and scraped along my fanny's walls. I squeezed, I relaxed, I rose and I fell, and my pressures grew and my pleasures flowed.

I was close; I could feel my fanny tighten. As his dick rose, I imagined a lift going up a shaft to the dresses and skirts department, and then as it receded, I imagined the lift going down to lingerie in the basement. I was lost in the moment, and I was gasping and squeezing, my hands tight on his legs as I braced.

“Oh, fuck Meesh,” I heard and felt the cool of his spurts inside me; I went over the edge. I shrieked, I screamed, I bounced, I rocked. Stars filled my vision, my orgasm exploded through me, erupting throughout my body.

It had been a good one, and I slowed, coming to a halt, his softening dick still plugging my fanny. I eased forward, and with a gurgle his dick fell out, followed by a good dollop of his goo. I straightened and rolled away and stood up. I grabbed a Kleenex from the box by the sofa and plugged myself. His goo dribbling down my legs would not be the most enjoyable experience.

“So?” I asked.

“What?”

“Me or Sally?”

“Well, you, of course, silly girl.”