Wednesday 31st December β I canβt really recall why I skipped my parents New Years Eve party and went down to the lake. There were probably twenty to thirty people in and around the old red boat shed. Most were probably in their twenties. There were even a couple of older guys, maybe fifty to sixty. It was 9:30ish and the sunset was in its full glory, much like the other night. I strolled up to the wharf and watched a couple of men and women jump into the lake. They seemed to be having a lot of fun so I wandered back towards the shed and climbed inside. It seemed to be where everyone kept their stash of alcohol. A can of beer was placed in my hand. βHere, youβll need this love.β I began to drink it. βWhereβs Jase?β βWho?β βJase.β βSorry. Thereβs a lot of fuckers here I donβt know.β In the darkness of the barn down the back I could make out his face. He was sitting next to some girl. As I got closer, I could see his hand up her black leather skirt. She looked seventeen at the most and in the tightness of hee skirt I could make out the movement of his hand. She just sat there, licked her lips head back against the wall. I guess he had forgotten about our date. I felt a little sick in the stomach and as I turned round I was greeted by on of the older men. βCome here and join us.β I joined a circle of three men and five women. βWhatβs your name?β βBeth.β He rattled off the names of everyone, which I donβt remember. βWhat you going to be when you grow up?β βI want to be a teacher.β βWhat would you like to teach?β βIβm not sure yet. Maybe start with primary.β βAre you visiting for the holidays?β βYes, but my parents have a farm here.β βAh, so you got sent off to boarding school?β βYes, Christchurch Girls High.β βGood school. My ex-wife went there.β The talking continued as I went through probably three cans of beer. With my age and complete inexperience of drinking, I was feeling quite tipsy. By that time I had pretty much forgotten about Jase. I wasnβt really hurt by it because I was enjoying myself and had found some decent company. Stumbling along the lakefront to the wharf, I watched people swimming in the moonlight. I slipped my sneakers off and walked about midway down. All of a sudden I felt myself being lifted up, then I was flying through the air. I was all like slow motion. I heard a voice. βHere you Gav, this one ainβt wet yet.β I hit the water with a big splash. I fumbled a splashed about under the water trying to surface. My feet didnβt even touch the bottom. Hands on my petite body helped me surface. βGod, itβs cold,β I exclaimed. βLooks like it.β The guy was staring at my chest. Wiping my eyes, I glanced down to see my nipples jutting out through my t-shirt. βOh, very pretty.β Unexpectedly, he stuck his mouth over my left mouth and started sucking. My first real kiss. I felt a hand graze my outer left thigh, grab my bum and pull me close to him. With his hand on my bum, his other hand caressed the front of my shorts. His fingers slipped up inside my shorts and fondled my labia through my knickers.
βSheβs wet now,β he called out. My mouth was open in shock and he latched his own mouth to mine. His tongue brushed mine over and over. I wrapped my lips around his tongue and began sucking it. His fingers had pushed the gusset of my knickers between my lips and seemed to be trying to find a way through. He was slightly rough, but there was a tingling and as his thumb grazed over my clitoris, a chill shot up my spine and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He pulled my close and I could feel something hard rubbing up against my crotch in place of his hands. Instinctively, I reached down to feel what it was. My right hand wrapped tentatively around the first penis I ever grabbed. βThatβs it baby, squeeze tighter and stroke it.β It felt warm, despite the coldish water about us. The water swirled about us and I suddenly felt another mouth on me, this one on the back of my neck. Goosebumps spread all over my legs. A hand from behind reached between my buttocks and began stroking my vagina through my shorts and knickers. βShe certainly knows what she is doing.β He was addressing the guy behind me. He looked at me, βyou must be a lot older than you look.β βNo, only fourteen.β No sooner had I spoken, his penis throbbed and I almost let go of it. I gripped harder as the throbbing continued. I held it against the outside of my shorts, stroking his penis and rubbing it against my clitoris. The man behind me spoke with a disgusted tone. βI think you just came on my hand.β I could feel his hand wiping itself on my inner thigh and shorts. βYou sure are a kinky bitch.β I could feel his penis pressing between my buttocks as the man, I assume was Gav, swam over to some woman. I turned round, and grabbed his penis. It was a lot fatter then the other one. I squeezed and stroked it as he stuck his tongue in my ear and breathed heavily. βHow about a bit more?β βLike what?β βYou wannaβ root?β βI donβt think so.β I jerked him faster. βWhat about some head then?β βWhat?β βHow about sucking my dick?β βWith my mouth, I donβt think so.β βAll girls do it.β I could feel his hand pulling the gusset of my shorts and knickers to the side. βHow about we try this.β His other hand wrapped over mine. Helping me stroke him, he pressed his penis up against my lips. We rubbed his penis against my wet labia. I was so moist, I felt the head easily slide between my labia. He sucked my nipples through my shirt as my other hand reached down to help. My fingers ran through his thick pubic hair. Underneath his penis, I found his scrotum. He jumped a little as I tickled his testicles and his hand stroked his penis faster which was hard up against my clitoris.
I felt my breath quickening, then his penis throbbed and pulsed in our hands. I could feel my crotch warming. He slowed down his stroking, kissed my mouth then swam away. I was suddenly alone, wandering if it were only a dream. I swam a short distance towards the shore until my feet could touch the bed of the lake. As I looked around, I could see at least three other couples in the darkness. I had sobered up quite a bit so I decided to go back to the shed. From behind the shed a woman moaned. In the darkness I made out three people, the woman in the middle, a man at either end. I felt slightly embarrassed watching others so hurried around to the door. As the clock struck midnight, everyone was hugging and kissing. I got groped a couple of times, but in the middle of all the celebrations I snuck out and strolled quickly towards my parentβs farm. I managed to get inside without anyone noticing since everyone was partying in the barn. I could hear moaning on the other side of my bedroom wall. Obviously someone had sneaked away from the party. I took my damp shirt and shorts off and threw them into the hamper. I looked down at my body, my white knickers see through and stained. Pulling the waistband out, I saw my fine blonde, barely grown, pubic hair, tufted, almost knotted. After changing my knickers and putting on a nightshirt, I climbed into bed. I reached down into my panties. My pubic hair felt slightly sticky, and I felt slightly aroused. The moaning from the bedroom next door was growing louder and as I ran a finger between my labia, it felt slick, easily sliding back and forth. I gently rubbed my clitoris, which caused goose-bumps to sprout on my thighs, and a warm fuzzy feeling crawled up my spine to my head. I whimpered under my own touch, then dipped a finger into my vagina to get more lubrication on my finger. I continued rubbing my clitoris, my mind flashing back to my experiences of the evening. I suddenly heard myself groan, then I screamed in ecstacy as my body tensed. My thigh muscles tightened, then I could feel muscles inside my vagina contracting. It was pure bliss. I had never felt anything like it and I loved it. Suddenly realising I was screaming, I held my breath. I couldnβt hear anything next door any more. Maybe they heard me. I was feeling flushed and embarrassed. Finally I began to breathe as I fell asleep. The following morning, my parents asked after me since they hadnβt seen me at midnight. I had lied as kids do, βI was tired and went to bed early.β My mother asked me about my wet clothes. I told her I had gone for a walk and slipped off the wharf. I watched my mother put my clothes in the washing machine, hoping like hell, she hadnβt seen the stains.
