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Everyone burst out laughing, including Beowulf Nick. Everyone except me. Then, finally, I realized it was pretty damn funny and joined in with the rest.
“I wonder what happened to Michael?” Ben asked, winking at me.
“You can have him.”
“You can have June Bug,” he said followed by a hoot.
“We don’t all turn gay after high school,” I reminded him.
“Honey, I was gay long before high school ended…long before it began actually.”
My drink came and I ordered another before I started it. I wanted to get rip roaring drunk so I could be the me I’d always wanted to be in high school but didn’t have the balls to be. I’d paid for my entry like everyone else and that included drinks, so I was going to get my money’s worth. Plain and simple. Plus, I neither knew nor liked anybody at the party who wasn’t seated at my table. They’d all become strangers to me.
I downed my rum and coke and it went straight to my head. I’d ordered it strong but damn. The next drink came and I sucked it up through the stirrer straw.
“Slow down, honey,” Ben warned me.
“No, drink up!” Jill cheered.
“Yes, let’s,” Porter agreed as she too downed a drink.
Then we downed another drink. And another one. And another one. You get the idea.
Before I knew it, I was on the dance floor with Porter and her new friend, and he was loving life. Especially when Porter leaned in close to my ear and said, “Let’s sandwich him.”
Sandwich. Wow.
Hadn’t heard that in forever. It was a sandwich that had led to my first ever blowjob. We’d been at a dance. It was a get-to-know-each-other dance thrown by a community rec center, not by our school. So the rules were almost nonexistent and it usually ended up looking like one of the scenes from Dirty Dancing.
A guy I liked, who happened to live a few doors down, and ended up being the guy to steal my virginity, Craig Shivers, moseyed up to me on the dance floor and kind of spooned me from behind, rocking his pelvis to the same rhythm as my body. Porter kind of liked him too, and before I knew it, she’d taken up the spot behind him, and the three of us swayed to Candyman’s Knockin’ Boots. It was epic.
Later that night, I attempted to give Craig a blowjob out in his car. He was older than I was and much more experienced. He held my hair back in a ponytail of his creation, while I gagged on the tip of his cock, and tried to do the things I’d seen in my father’s old VHS porn video I’d found a year before. The tracking always fixed itself whenever the blowjobs started so I had to kind of guess how to begin.
I was wise enough to know that the spitting on the head maneuver I’d seen in the movies probably wasn’t the best idea. That seemed messy and downright disrespectful. So should I nibble at it? Just open up and shove it in? Finally, I closed my eyes and went with my gut, meaning I took it slow, and focused on taking his cock in my mouth, little by little.
It seemed I was doing okay, because his moans filled the car. I remember thinking he was so fucking salty, like I’d taken a Rold Gold out of the pack and practiced fellatio on it. He was salty, and slick, and when the first bead of pre-cum seeped out, I thought I might puke. I tried to move off him, but he held my head down, pulling at my roots as he squeezed my ponytail.
I guess I kind of got lucky but unlucky both at the same time.
Just as I began to feel uncomfortable and like I’d made a mistake and wanted to get out of the car, some of his pubic hairs got caught in my braces. We both learned this as I pulled up on his cock and pulled the wad of pubes with me. He screamed, I gagged, we both hollered, and I ended up yanking the hairs clean off his body.
I remember staring at him, mouth open, in total shock. I’ve always wondered if I had that wad of pubic hairs clenched in my braces, sticking out like I’d gotten food in my teeth at a restaurant. Had he seen his own furry treat stuck in my dental tool?
As I drifted back to reality, I realized I had my face buried in my hands, embarrassed, and Porter asked me what was wrong.
Nothing was wrong, but I couldn’t seem to control the flashbacks that kept flooding over me. I wanted to have a good time and all I kept remembering
were the great times…and bad that always seemed to follow. I had to wonder if it was Porter who brought the bad luck to me, or if I’d been the culprit all along, exposing her to my unfortunate events.
“You okay?” Porter asked.
A rush of energy came over me. No more sad thoughts today. I was going to have the time of my life tonight. Maybe Mandy was going to get fucked, somehow, by somebody, before the night was over.
“I’m fantastic,” I said. “Let’s sandwich him. You take the front.”
Porter moved to the front of her friend. I still didn’t know his name, and now that I think of it, he seemed older than the rest of us, only slightly, and I wondered if he was pulling a Jill, crashing the party of a younger class.
Fuck it. If he’s trying to get some younger pussy, let him have it.
