It was New Year’s Eve – again. My parents were away celebrating with friends and not expected back until sometime after they’d recovered – which I sincerely hoped would be the afternoon of New Year’s Day at the earliest.

So, I had the house to myself – always an advantage if, like me, you were a horny nineteen-year-old only child and didn’t have anywhere to go with your girlfriend.

Opportunity knocks and all that.

I was kind of past going out on New Year’s Eve and either having to buy a ticket to get into a pub I could normally go to for free or, alternatively, fighting my way through loud crowds of inebriated people, waiting forever to get served, and then having to stand all night. After the last three years of doing just that, it no longer appealed.

Staying home, drinking my parents’ booze and getting laid sounded like much more fun and, more importantly, my girlfriend Diane agreed with me. With (of course) a proviso. She wanted to bring along her friend Karen and suggested I invite my best mate, Matthew. Both were single, and I guess she was hoping to do a little matchmaking.

I had no objections to that – just so long as I got a shag at the end of the night, I didn’t really care – teenager, remember?

But it didn’t quite work out like that. Not how I had imagined it, anyway. No, what actually happened was – well, why don’t I explain?

ooOoo

The four of us got together about 7pm and kicked the evening off with Chinese food from the local takeaway. We enjoyed beef with garlic and black bean sauce, sweet and sour chicken (Cantonese Style) and Kung Po king prawns. The girls drank wine whilst Matthew and I supped a couple of beers each, and we all started to relax and get nicely mellow.

My dad had an expensive sound system, so we stuck some music on (this was the eighties – we had plenty of vinyl LPs and a growing collection of CDs) and listened to Huey Lewis and the News, T’Pau, Erasure, Bronski Beat, Foreigner, Hot Chocolate and Simply Red amongst others (Damn, there was some good music in the eighties – what happened?).

And then we decided to play Twister.

I know, I know! But, well, what would you have done? If any remaining ice needed breaking, Twister would certainly ensure it was completely melted.  And, anyway, what else involves good clean fun (ahem…) with lots of laughing, giggling and innuendo – intentional or otherwise?

It was all very innocent. Or, at least, that’s how it started out.

A word or two on our guests; as I’ve already implied, Matthew was a long-time school friend. We were both lean and sporty, and were members of the local Athletics club. Karen and Diane were a year younger. Karen was – if it’s not an oxymoron – both bubbly and very shy, and people often thought she was naïve. She was short-sighted and wore thick glasses. Personally, I found her fun and slightly sassy as well as incredibly endearing, and I enjoyed her company whenever Diane invited her round.

That evening, we were all very relaxed in jeans and warm shirts except for Diane, who was wearing a sensible, black, knee-length skirt and stockings with a white blouse. All very office-like, except on her, it was incredibly suggestive and somewhat increased her sensuality.

Diane’s skirt was the catalyst which triggered a shift in the evening’s mood. Aided, undoubtedly, by the serious hit my dad’s liquor cabinet was taking.

Have you ever played Twister? It’s very intimate.

“You’re looking up my skirt!” accused Diane with a snigger.

“Well, duh, yeah!” retorted Matthew. “You’re straddling my face. And I have to say, it’s a really nice view!” he added pointedly.

“Pervert!”

“There is nothing perverted about enjoying the scenery,” responded Matthew solemnly.

“It’s difficult playing in this,” she complained, without any conviction whatsoever.

“You could always take your skirt off,” Matthew suggested.

“Yeah, right – like that’s gonna happen with you lot ogling me in my knickers. Perverts.”

“Well, like I said…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I heard you. You’re still a pervert.”

“Well, if we all agreed to play in our undies, would that make it fairer?”

Diane went thoughtfully quiet as Karen and I listened to this byplay with our facial expressions reflecting our changing emotions: fun and laughter, incredulity and, finally, nervousness or hope.

“Yeah, okay,” she said eventually. “If we all agree – but you boys have to go first.”

Matthew and exchanged glances. I shrugged. I was amazed, but totally up for it – as, I’m sure, Matthew well knew. What was not to like?

“Sure,” I said. We all turned towards Karen. She was clearly a bit stunned at the turn of events, and I could see her swallowing. She bit her lower lip as her eyes moved rapidly between us all, before she finally nodded.

“Okay,” she agreed with a small giggle. She was obviously nervous and a bit out of her comfort zone, even with the alcohol.  

With the girls watching, Matthew and I dropped our jeans – and laughed! We’d both got on identical purple briefs.

“Snap!” we said in unison.

We turned to Diane, who shrugged as if she hadn’t a care in the world, and rather nonchalantly unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. A black garter belt was holding up her stockings and beautifully framed her white satin panties. The material was sheer enough that I could see the outline of her pubic hair.

“Very nice,” commented Matthew appreciatively.

“Shut up, pervert,” she retorted. But I could see that she said it with a contented smile.

Diane’s enjoying this…

Now our eyes turned to Karen, who blushed a deep red as she very self-consciously unbuckled her jeans and slid them down her thighs. She was wearing a pair of yellow cotton panties with a hedgehog on the front.

Oh, very, very nice, I thought to myself, admiring her long, shapely legs. A few stray strands of pubic hair peeped around the sides of her panties, which I found incredibly erotic.

Both girls saw where I – and Matthew – were looking. Diane smirked, and Karen’s blush grew deeper still.

“Right. Now we’ve got that out of the way, are we going to play or what?” my girlfriend asked.

Diane, for as long as I’d known her, had always been pretty straight-laced.  The slightly inebriated girl I was seeing tonight was making me reassess things. It wasn’t that I was objecting – more that I was taken just a little by surprise.

And starting to get just a little bit excited.

If I’m honest, the game started to get silly. And the more we played, the sillier it got.

Matthew had Diane’s crotch (again) practically in his face at one point, and Diane, who I’ve already implied was a pretty vanilla, straight-up girl, just giggled. Karen got more than she bargained for, too, when something barely contained in Matthew’s briefs made an unexpected appearance. Karen shrieked – with laughter or terror, I’m not quite sure. Anyway, it was funny to watch.

I got a mouthful of Karen’s left breast as it made firm and generous contact with my face, which startled me more than a little – she was a very tall, voluptuous and well-stacked girl! To my surprise, Diane – my girlfriend for nearly two years and, frankly, normally quite a jealous type – just laughed when she caught my dazed – and appreciative – expression of having another girl’s boob massaged delightfully in my face.

The alcohol may have been having an impact, but I was definitely enjoying myself!

As midnight approached, the silliness got too much, and we decided it was time for a break to get our breath back. The TV had been on in the background, and we could see the countdown begin, so we paused the CD and turned up the volume. As the chimes of Big Ben started, we each reached for a partner for a hug and a kiss to see in the New Year.

Up until then, despite the messing about, it had generally been very platonic and good-natured. Matthew and Karen had been friendly towards one another, but there had been no fireworks – or even a spark. And Diane and I had been very well behaved.

Okay, I’ve just realised that that’s a lie.

Because, in that moment, rather to my surprise, I found myself kissing Karen. I glanced across the room and saw Diane in the middle of a passionate embrace with Matthew. Mentally shrugging, I turned my attention back to Karen, whose lips were locked with mine, and our tongues started to explore. I didn’t think Karen had ever had a boyfriend before, but she was proving to be a very pleasant and gentle kisser.

There we were, the four of us looking slightly ridiculous without any pants on. And the mood had suddenly changed entirely.

When my eyes found Diane again, she was watching me. She and Matthew were still smooching and, slightly startled, I saw Diane’s hand inside Matthew’s briefs. Mesmerised, I watched as she played with whatever she was holding in there. My girlfriend, usually so prim and proper, smirked at me, ran her tongue around her lips suggestively and raised her eyebrows in – I’m not sure – a question? A challenge?

I was stunned. Diane didn’t really like giving blowjobs and if she ever wrapped her lips around me, I counted myself particularly lucky that night!

Yet, her demeanour clearly demonstrated that she wanted to suck Matthew’s cock.

I should have been insanely jealous at what she was suggesting.

But instead – incredibly – the thought excited me, and I could feel my own member responding.

My subconscious took over; more or less unaware of what I was doing, I tipped my head in an almost imperceptible nod, and immediately, I saw my girlfriend turn and whisper in Matthew’s ear.

Matthew quickly turned his head towards me, and as his eyes found mine, I watched Diane drop to her knees and swiftly free his semi-erect cock from its lair.  She swiftly slipped her lips over the purple head of his rapidly growing tool. The whole time, she kept her eyes fastened on me, as if she knew she was being badly behaved, and was relishing me witnessing it.

Matthew gently held the back of Diane’s head as she commenced a slow and sure bobbing up and down, and after only a few moments, I saw him close his eyes and draw in a deep breath.

“Don’t you dare cum in my mouth!” warned Diane, quickly withdrawing.

“You keep that up and I’m not promising anything!” grunted Matthew with a strain.

Returning to her task with a ‘humph’, Diane took an extra-long slurp on his throbbing member and then pulled back once more, laughing. She looked at me again, her expression full of mischief.

Diane then inclined her head towards the bedrooms down the hallway of our bungalow and raised her eyebrows again. This time, without waiting for my response, she winked at me.

She wanted to fuck my best friend…

My eyes once more found Matthew’s, and I could see the question mark in his own face. He’s asking permission, I thought. He’s got his cock in my girlfriend’s mouth right in front of me, and he’s checking it’s okay. He’s asking permission to fuck her.

I heard a gasp next to my ear. Karen, blissfully unaware, had obviously sensed I was distracted and had finally opened her eyes – and could now see what had diverted my attention from her lovely lips.

“Oh my God, Diane’s sucking Mathew’s…” her voice trailed off in disbelief.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Yeah, she is.”

I quickly scanned Karen’s face and could see her trembling. It had got very intimate, very fast, and she wasn’t just out of her comfort zone but probably circling somewhere around Pluto.

“Um, they’re going to go next door; I’m pretty sure they’re going to fuck,” I murmured quietly. “What, um – what do you want to do?” I’d taken Diane’s wink as an indication of what she proposed, but also as tacit approval for me and Karen to, well, do whatever – depending on what Karen’s desires were.

“Are you – are you okay with…?” Her voice trailed off again, uncertainty etched on her features.

She was a gentle girl, Karen. Inexperienced but brave. Her glasses made her look guileless and innocent.

“Good question,” I replied.

We watched as Diane and Matthew headed down the corridor, Matthew looking a little sheepish, and Diane laughing as she led with his cock in her hand.

Yes – excellent question! I should be mad – but instead I was turned on at the thought of what they were about to do in my bedroom.

Meanwhile, I had a lovely girl in my arms, so perhaps I should enjoy what the evening was giving me – though I wasn’t sure how hopeful I should be…

I kissed Karen again, enjoying the softness of her mouth and lips. She was responding shyly, falteringly.

“Do you want to do what Diane was doing to Matthew?” I asked tentatively. Karen hesitated, then blushed, shaking her head. “I’m sorry,” she trembled. “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”

“What about if I did that to you?” I suggested hesitantly. She gasped, and her eyes opened in wonder. Still trembling, she gave an uncertain nod of her head. “We – we could try that, yes…”

“I took her hand. “Come on,” I said encouragingly, and led her gently in the same direction the other two had already taken.

We passed the door to my room on the way. It was closed, but we could hear giggling and other unmistakable signs of sexual excitement coming from inside. I glanced at Karen and had no idea what she was thinking, so I smiled ruefully and shrugged.

I led Karen into the spare room. We stood facing each other for a quiet moment. Then she looked down, saw the hardness stretching the material of my undies, and giggled. She reached down and, making me gasp, ran her fingers gently along my cotton-covered length. Then she quickly slipped her hand inside the top of my briefs, wrapped her fingers around my cock and gripped it firmly. She leaned forward, and I kissed her again, then hesitantly started to unbutton her blouse. I felt her tense up for a second, then relax. She let me finish unbuttoning, shrugged out of her blouse and decisively reached behind her and undid her bra so she was standing before me only in her panties.

She really did have fabulous tits. Diane was a 34B. Karen was more like a 34D. Milky white with large nipples, I bent my mouth to her and kissed each in turn, then suckled gently on the nearest. Karen moaned and thrust her tit deeper into my mouth.

I cupped her buttocks in my hands, but she stopped me, pulling my head up so she could look into my eyes.

“This is just for New Year, right?”

I hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, I think so.” As far as I was aware, Diane and I were still a thing. No expectations, no commitments…

She nodded slowly and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she whispered.

I pushed her back onto the bed and, kneeling between her thighs, I kissed her on the gusset of her panties. I heard her gasp, then moan. Slowly, I started to pull her panties down her legs.

She stopped me. “Are you sure you…” She swallowed nervously. “Are you sure you want to do that to me?”

Such a sweet, innocent girl!

I smiled at her. “Yes,” I said seriously. “Yes, I do.”

Slowly, uncertainly, she lay back down. She was trembling again, but she raised her bottom to make it easier for me, and I slid her panties over her feet.

She had a beautiful cunt; an abundance of soft, downy blonde hair with a sheen of moisture, betraying her arousal. Her slit was just visible and, inhaling her wonderful scent, I gave her a long, slow lick from bottom to top.

Her gasp and moan this time were louder. “Sweet Jesus – oh, my God, that feels so good, Jason,” she whispered. “I had no idea…oh!”

Her hands ruffled my hair as I gently spread her lips and teased her with my tongue, licking and sucking, taking my cues from the little noises she was making. Her wetness, her taste, her aroma, all made me want to devour this sweet girl. I slowly pushed a finger into her as I circled her nub with my tongue,

She shuddered and let out a gentle cry as she came. Her hips bucked, and my mouth was suddenly filled with her nectar. I swallowed her essence, delighting in her pleasure.

My chin sticky with her sweet liquid, I raised my head and looked into Karen’s unfocused eyes. From next door came the sound of grunting and protesting bedsprings. I could hear Diane starting to cry out.

“Yes!” I heard. “Yes, Matthew, fuck me! Fuck me good just like that!” she wailed. “Make me cum! Yes, yes, yes!!”

Karen was biting her lip, trying not to laugh. Then she surprised me.

“Well,” she said. “Am I going to get a good fucking, too, or what?”

I was a little shocked. “Do you want me to?”

She bit her lower lip again and nodded shyly. “Yes, please,” she whispered. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel…” she inclined her head towards the wall where the sounds had been coming from.

I nodded my understanding.

“Is it – is it your first time?”

“Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies,” she told me primly. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” she suddenly asked, her confidence waning.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I do. Very much.”

“Well, then – does it matter whether or not I’m a virgin?”

“Not at all,” I conceded.

She smiled and spread her legs for me, and I positioned myself at her entrance.

“Good. I probably won’t make noises like that, though,” she giggled. “Do you have anything?” she added, almost as an afterthought.

I shook my head. “Um, no. Sorry. Diane’s on the pill”

Shit!

She bit her bottom lip. “Okay,” she whispered. “But don’t cum in me, whatever you do!”

“I won’t – promise.”

I slipped into her welcoming wetness so easily that I went straight to the hilt. I didn’t know if she was a virgin, but there was certainly no blockage there.

God, she was so slippery; so warm, and wet and welcoming. Being inside her was heavenly… must remember not to cum!!

Karen sighed with obvious pleasure and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me – if possible – deeper into her.

“God, that’s so nice – I think I’m going to cum again!” As I slowly and rhythmically thrust into her, she buried her head into my neck and started to wail as her nails bit into my shoulder blades. I gritted my teeth as she shuddered and climaxed, and I didn’t want to stop, but if I didn’t…

I rested for a moment, my cock deep inside her warmth. She made a beseeching noise, then started to squeeze me with her cunt muscles.

"Don’t do that!” I whispered urgently.

“Why not… oh, right!” She giggled. “Sorry. I just need – I want to cum again,” she pleaded desperately. “It feels so good!”

I quickly found her clit with my fingers and her muscles contracted around me as she came again, and again, and I hastily pulled out of her.

“Nooo – what’s the matter?” she mumbled incoherently.

“I was about to explode,” I responded, my cock still throbbing.

“Oh!” She peered down at my cock, rock hard between her legs and covered in her juices. Then looked at me speculatively. “You can cum in my mouth if you want?”

“What? Really?”

She nodded shyly. “I like that you got so excited making love to me. I want to make you cum, too. Like you made me cum. Do you want me to do that? Like Diane was doing to Matthew? Would you like me to suck you?”

I swallowed, suddenly overwhelmed by her inexperience and willingness. “I would like that very much.”

She smiled at me. “Okay – let’s do it. But let me get used to you being in my mouth, yes? Not too rough.”

I couldn’t argue with that…

I scooted around so we were lying sideways in a sixty-nine, and she leaned forward. She was hesitant at first, tentatively licking with her beguiling tongue. But she slowly grew bolder, running her lips along my length – even kissing my balls.

“Mmm, this is fun!” she giggled,

Damn, she was good at this! She’d never done it before, but I’d never felt so turned on by someone’s mouth, and it was incredibly erotic watching her experiment.

She licked her lips. “You taste of me,” she mumbled with another little chuckle.

I’ll bet you do, I thought.

She finally took me into her mouth, closing her lips around my head. I took a deep, sudden breath.

She backed off. “Is that not good?” she asked, almost with disappointment and shame in her voice.

“God, yes, Karen. It’s bloody wonderful – you’re going to make me cum very quickly if you’re not careful.”

She gave me a sudden, impish smile. “That’s the plan,” she said matter-of-factly. “I want to know what it tastes like. Just give me a warning.”

She wrapped her lips back around me and slowly started to go deeper and deeper with her virgin mouth.

Only seconds later, I could feel the explosion building in my balls. “I’m going to cum,” I croaked.

She didn’t stop. Instead, her fingers started to caress my sac as she increased her ministrations, and with a strangled cry I suddenly erupted, filling her succulent mouth with my seed, groaning as I pulsed, and shot stream after stream of gleeful spunk into her hot, welcoming cavity.

I could see her swallowing, determined to take everything I gave her, until I gently pushed her head away. She looked up questioningly. “Enough?” she asked. Sated, I nodded and lay back in a soggy heap.

“Good?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

She gave me a huge smile. I noticed she still had a glob of cum at the side of her mouth.

“You’ve got…”

She gave a little laugh and licked where I’d indicated. “Mmm,” she tittered. “Where did all that come from?”

Jeez, what a girl!

She wriggled around into my arms so that I was spooning her. “I’m sorry you couldn’t cum in me. I sort of wanted you to,” she whispered shyly.

“You did fine,” I mumbled sleepily. “It was wonderful.”

“Thank you,” she breathed.

“Mmm…”

Well, I got my shag, I thought, as the post-coital bliss seeped over me; plus a first-class blow-job.

Much better than going to the pub, I reflected as I nodded off. Tomorrow morning should be interesting, but for now, all was right with the world.