Some went to Varsity Letterman who were named to an All-District or higher team for exceptional performance in their sport. Others went to guys such as the President of the Student Council, who when 'properly stroked', reciprocated by opening closed doors for me. Finally, a couple went to guys who treated me right. But a guy didn't get a thong unless we had actually fucked. A simple blow job, and I've given more than few of those, wasn't going to get a guy a thong. That meant Brendon and Tony, the two guys I wrote about in Part 1, weren't members of the Thong Club.
I think it' obvious by now that I don't have a steady boyfriend. I'm not really 'wired' to be an exclusive girlfriend. I bore easily and answering to, or having a guy constantly around, isn't all that appealing to me. Besides, I didn't have a boyfriend before I got my reputation as a slut, so why should I limit myself to one guy now?
But now that I do have a reputation, no guy is going to ask me to go to a dance or to take me home to meet their Mom. Guys take their girlfriend, not a slut, to the prom so they can show her off and keep their own reputation clean. But sometimes the stress of having to deal with a girlfriend can be a bit tiresome. Or maybe the day-to-day routine with her has gotten bland. When that happens, that's when a guy thinks a little spice would be nice!
That's where I come in. I'm a 'Bad Girl'. Bad girls are not tiresome or boring, we are fun! For a guy, I am everything his 'girl next door' isn't. I'm like the forbidden fruit, and that is the beginning of any fantasy. The guys know I'm not afraid to cut loose and take things to the edge, and if one of them is lucky, I might even show him a 'good time'.
So even though a guy doesn't want me to be his steady girlfriend, most of them do want me to be around and liven things up! So as the rumors spread, I finally made it onto the social 'A-List'. Now I get all the party invites, and if I show up, I get all the attention or any special 'party favor' I want.
This gathering promised to be good. It was an afternoon pool party, and the kickoff for summer. My plan was to mingle and leave, but since I also wanted to make sure my 'available for fun sign' was flashing, I wore a dark blue, thong top string bikini. When I first tried the bikini at the store, what sold me was how risqué it was. My friend Heather thought it made me look naughty.
It did, but I really liked how the halter top accentuated my 35B boobs! I also liked how the bottom's front barely covered my 'airstrip', and the way the T-back really showed off my 'cheeks'. To complete my outfit, I accessorized my bikini with gold sandals and a short black swim skirt that just covered my ass and drew attention to my 25 inch waist and 34 inch hips.
My blonde hair was styled in a shag that fell just below my shoulders. But since I was going to be outdoors, I'd gathered my hair into a ponytail and pulled it through the back of my favorite pink baseball cap. My makeup was light, with just a touch of rouge, eye shadow and fire engine red lipstick. Overall, When I was finished getting ready, I thought I was dressed for success.
As I wandered through the crowd, I saw quite a few members of the 'Thong Club'. The ones who with their girlfriends either tried to distract their 'significant other' or just avoided any direct contact with me. That didn't really bother me because I knew they were just trying to maintain 'domestic tranquility'. But guys are always horny, and when their girlfriends weren't looking, they all checked me out.
The 'members' who came to the party without a date were more friendly. But I was keeping my conversations with them both simple and short. For the most part it was no more than, "Hi , how are you, long time no see." After that, I kept moving on. Why? I'm not rude or stuck up, but I'm not interested in having a 'repeat performance' with a guy I've already fucked. Once is enough, so why waste time and energy on something that is not going to happen?
But guys I had never been with? Those were the ones with whom I lingered with. I knew they had heard stories about me, so when I stopped to chat, most of them started 'fishing'. These 'fishermen' made it very clear to me that they were available for a hook up. In fact, one of them, who was already a bit tipsy, came right out and asked me, "What does it take for me to get a thong?"
I looked him over, and since he wasn't my type, I replied, "For you, I think you should either check your sister's dresser drawer or make a trip to a lingerie store!"
As his buddies started laughing, he turned beet red and said, "Shit, so you're not only a slut, but you're a bitch too!"
I said, "You're right, I am. Woof!" After my not-so-witty retort, I waved goodbye to his friends, turned away and left. As I was walking away I heard one say, "Dumb ass, you blew it for all of us!" But the best part was when I looked over my shoulder and saw the 'dumb ass' being tossed into the pool!
I eventually ended up standing beside next years's Senior Class President. That was a little awkward since he was in 'the club' and he was also with his girlfriend. While giving me a look that could kill, she was trying very hard to get her boyfriend as far away from me as possible.
I knew exactly what she was thinking, 'This is my guy and you can't have him!' Well she was halfway right, he was her guy. Good luck with that! But, I had already had him!'
Actually, since I don't do 'repeats', she really had no reason to be worried. But here we were, all together, so I decided to have a little fun. As I gazed up adoringly at 'Mr. President', I feigned interest while he talked about his plans for the coming school year; and in the process I had the pleasure of 'torturing' his girl friend. I guess the guy who had just taken the swim was right, I am definitely a bitch!
As 'the speech' droned on, I glanced to my side and saw a guy named Josh standing across the pool. I'd fucked him a few weeks before at a another party. That's when the associated memory triggered a mental flashback about why and how he got his thong.
Josh is a letterman who plays football, but he had also been named to the All-District basketball team. That made him eligible for a thong. Understandably, he is very cocky, but I think he felt I now owed him a fuck. Whatever the reason, he came on to me very strong, very often and very publicly. I'm not sure why I did it, maybe it was his attitude, but I just kept putting him off and that only made him more eager and persistent!
But my attitude toward Josh changed one day during lunch. I was reading a book when Josh's girlfriend, Anne, and a few of her friends approached the table where I was sitting. After they crowded around me, Anne said, "Everyone knows you're a slut and you like to steal boyfriends. But I bet you're a whore too! Do the guys you fuck pay you with cash? Or do you accept their credit cards too?"
As she and her friends were laughing, I looked at her and thought, 'What a bitch! If you're worried about your boyfriend cheating, go talk to him - not me! He's the one that's sniffing around for new pussy!'
But I didn't say what I was thinking and instead purred, "I just take cash, but since you and I are obviously such good friends, I can make an exception for Josh if you want."
When I looked away and started reading my book again, that was a mistake, she slapped my head. Well naturally I reacted and we had a cat fight. After we were separated, I ended up in the principal's office. At first all of the 'witnesses', who were Anne's friends of course, said I'd taunted her and had initiated the fight. Fortunately a teacher who was serving as the lunch room monitor had seen everything.
Although I wasn't suspended or expelled, I did get two weeks of detention. I was also grounded and got a 'black mark' on my disciplinary record. The latter came back to haunt me later. Anne? She walked - no punishment - nada! Guess it helps when Daddy is on the School Board!
The whole thing made me a very angry girl. But I'm not stupid and I knew that revenge is best served when it's cold. So I waited for about three weeks, and when Josh came around again, I told him I had a thong waiting for him. After his initial shock wore off, we agreed to meet at a party the coming weekend. After we sorted out the details of how we would get together, we parted company.
When I got to the party, it had already drawn a big crowd and was in full swing. People were wandering around the house and drifting from room-to-room talking, drinking and well other things. Sometimes a guy even got 'accidentally' separated from his date - imagine that!
That night I was wearing a dark blue, tie-in-the-front halter top, a black, double-ruffle micro-mini and gold platform shoes that made my 5'6" height less noticeable. I was standing where Josh would see me and I was talking to some guys about sports when he finally slipped away from Anne. As he walked past me, he gave me a slight nod and then continued toward the back part of the house. That's when I told the guys that I had to go the bathroom, but that I'd be back in a few. As soon as I left them, I followed Josh outside.
It was cloudy that night and there were no outside lights on, but the pool was lit. The darkness, plus the glow from the water made it difficult for anyone inside the house to see what was happening on the far side of the pool. Josh told me if we went over there, we wouldn't be seen. I was thinking this is a little kinky, which I liked, since we'd be fucking somewhere that was both public and private!
When we got the far side of the pool, we stopped at the diving board. That's when Josh told me we had to be quick because Anne would eventually miss him. He gave me a sloppy kiss, and as he began to grope me, I undid his pants and squatted down. After I had pulled his pants down past his knees, I stroked his cock and sucked him until I knew he was about to come. Then I took a packet from my purse, tore it open and rolled the condom over his cock. Then I stood and turned around so I was facing the ladder. After I grabbed the hand bars for support, I spread my feet apart and leaned forward.
When I looked over my shoulder, he knew I was ready. He got close behind me, lifted my skirt, and then used his thumb to slide my thong strap to the side. As he was doing that, I reached between my legs, grasped his cock and guided him into my pussy. I was already super wet so he slipped right in. Then he began fucking me hard and fast from behind. Because his hands were on my hips, and mine were on the ladder, we had great friction and he was getting great penetration!
I knew he was nervous about getting caught, because he was thrusting as fast as he could and he came very quickly. When he pulled out, I still hadn't come yet, but I've learned that's just the way it is, during a 'quicky', when you don't have a lot of time. As he pulled his pants back up, tucked in his shirt and cinched his belt tight; I slid my thong off. After I signed it with a gold sharpie, I handed it to him. Then he gave me a quick kiss and whispered, "Thanks!" Then he headed back to the party and his girlfriend.
Since I needed to wait few minutes after he left, so we wouldn't be seen returning to the party together, I sat on the diving board to pass the time. But just as I was about to leave myself, I heard voices whispering in the darkness. At first I thought I'd imagined it, but then I heard the voices again.
Had someone seen me and Josh? Or had 'the voices' just arrived and they were now watching me to see what would happen? Surprisingly, the idea that I might have a secret voyeur or voyeurs was erotic. That made me wonder, 'Was I was an exhibitionist? If so, and if someone is watching in the darkness, should I give them a show?'
As those thoughts were running through my mind, I wasn't even aware that my hand was already between my legs and I had already started fingering myself. Now once I start touching myself, it is almost impossible for me to quit until I have cum. I can, but I get real agitated.
Sadly my experience with Josh had been more like an interrupted masturbation session than a true fuck, and it had definitely left me agitated! Since I was still in heat, I laid back on the diving board. My heels were up on the board, my knees were bent and I had my thighs spread in a 'Vee'. My back was arched, and since I was now commando, I'm sure no one could mistake what I was doing! My technique is very effective and it wasn't long before I was was experiencing a well deserved and very enjoyable orgasm!
When I finished pleasing myself, I licked my fingers clean, touched up my lipstick and went went back to the party. After I got back inside, I rejoined the guys I had been talking to earlier. That's when I saw Josh and Anne. They were standing off to the side talking and she looked very, very angry.
I didn't know what they were arguing about, but news can travel fast. If Josh and I had been followed, then it was possible she'd already heard about our little rendezvous. I really didn't care if she had, but I also didn't want to get into another cat fight. So I decided it would probably a good thing if I made myself scarce. So I said goodbye to the 'sports fans' and departed.
After my mind returned to the present, I realized I wasn't surprised to see him at this party without Anne. But as I looked his way again, I noticed he wasn't alone. He was with a guy I'd never seen before. Now that definitely caught my interest and made me curious!
The guy was a tall, at least 6'4". He had dark hair, blue eyes and chiseled facial features. His shoulders were broad and he had a thin waist. He also had thick biceps that really stood out because the tank top he was wearing was very tight. Based on what I could see from a distance, I thought, 'He probably has a very nice package tucked inside those surfer shorts too!'
In short, he was a god and I was ready to 'worship'! But if Josh was having 'Anne Issues', he was probably going to avoid me like the plague, and I probably wouldn't be getting introduced to the guy.