A Party

The party wasn't at my parents farm. Although the farmhouse is very big, the rooms in it aren't. There was no way we could host it, so one of his friends who lives in a barn conversion that used to be one of our barns, offered. The living room is plenty big enough, although they made fifteen rooms in what was left, including a tasteful little add on to the side. Very nice. 

As parties go, it was ok, I suppose. Music, people, presents......small talk (how I LOATHE small talk!) and people dressed up, which was much more interesting. There were a lot,of guys there and surprisingly, even more girls. Some, of course, were 'couples' but there were several girls there on their own. I decided I would act as hostess and that gave me a job, which made me feel less uncomfortable. Oh, yes, I was wearing a dress....a little black number which, I must admit, always makes me feel sexy. I get comfort out of feeling randy in awkward situations....I think it reminds me that I'm in charge of my feelings or something. Maybe a psychologist could explain it better. I know that people in difficult situations, say, in prison, tend to masturbate more, because it gives them control in a situation where, for the most part, they have no control. 

So, I floated around, and when I noticed anyone looking lonely I went over and talked to them. Claire who was 15 at the time was flirting like crazy. I noticed one girl who, even if I got a conversation going with her in a small group, quickly seemed to,isolate herself again, and was standing on her own, so I decided I'd stay with her. 

Her name was Alison, and she was a little older than Chris as she was about to turn 17. She also,told me that she didn't like parties, and rather mysteriously That there was a reason for this. After a few moments she asked if we could talk somewhere. I didn't know the layout of the place, so we wandered around until we found a kind of den right at the back of the new extension. (Bedrooms, we had been told, were strictly off limits, but then, the owners had gone to my parents place and left us on our honour.) once settled in there, Alison told me that when she was 15, she had gone to a party and had got drunk. Her then 'boyfriend' had taken some indecent photos of her and shared them round his mates. (What an unspeakable cunt)

Since then, she hasn't liked parties. (Well, obviously) but her therapist says that she should try to learn to like them again. 

We talked more about the party in question and some interesting things cropped up. Alison had every intention of fucking her boyfriend that night. "I had brought a really sexy dress, and I wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Even walking to the party with him was....ohhhh.....so fucking horny! He didn't need to spike my drinks....I wanted to be sober when we did it.....and he didn't need to do what he did. I was ready, I wanted to,fuck him and......well....to be honest....I was getting off on the idea of doing something sexy with loads of people not far away." There was a pause here, mainly because I sensed there was more to come. "I'm ok. I can go,to parties, and when I get a boyfriend or a girlfriend, I'll be over it, I guess." (Wait....what...rewind. Boyfriend OR girlfriend?) 

So I said "You said girlfriend.....have you....er...." She said "No....but I think I'd like to. I think abou girls,sometimes when I.....well....you know."

"When you masturbate?"

"Yes...sometimes I just think about a girl kissing me and touching me.....sometimes it's more....I think about her kissing me...down there...and me kissing her there too."

"But you've never....?"

"No. I'd like to though. Even talking about it makes me horny."

(Long pause.)

"Has telling me this made you horny?"

(Another pause)

"Ummmm yes. ...sorry."

I told her not,to be sorry, and then took a few moments to,consider what I was going to say.

"Ok...well.....you've obviously come a long way since that shithead abused you. Not only can you go to,parties now, but you can talk about what happened. It seems to me, though, that there's a missing piece of the jigsaw here. You went to that party intending to do something sexual....you wanted to fuck.....now, you are at a party, and you feel horny.....why don't you do something sexual here and put this monster to bed?"

She asked what I meant. "Well, at the very least, you could stay here, in this room, alone, and rub one out......or......or I could stay with you......or........well....or we could do something together....if you'd like to."

This, I knew, was a delicate moment, but she suddenly leaned forward in her chair and kissed me. At first, just a peck, but soon we were French kissing and she had her hand on my right boob. When we broke apart, she said "can we.....can we just play with ourselves....together?"

Well, I wanted a lot more than that, but that wasn't on offer, so I ageeed. We settled back in our chairs, spread our legs and watched as we both reached into our respective panties. I decided to take mine off and she looked at me fingering myself with such wonder, it was quite humbling, actually. When she slipped her panties off, I said "Can I have them?" She held them out to me, a pale purple pair of ordinary cotton panties. Nothing special, but they were damp, very damp. I looked her straight in the eye as I smelled them. 

"What can you smell?" She asked. 

"I can smell your pussy, your....cunt......you smell like a freshly cut meadow.....light and flowery.......and....there's something else....it's so faint....but...ohhhhhh it's so erotic too.......there is the faintest background hint of pee too.......ohhhhh you smell amazing.......I'd love to smell you for real...."

I let the suggestion  hang in the air before, in reply, I got a little,nod of her head. So, I knelt between Alison's legs and leaned forward...closer and closer until my lips were almost touching hers. I inhaled that unique scent that is the same, yet different with all women everywhere. Then I risked it. I gave her pussy lips the lightest brush with my lips. I heard Alison gasp, so I did it again, longer this time. Another gasp and a moan. Once more, I looked up at her from between her legs. "I want to lick you. I want to taste you for real.....may I?" Alison just moved ever so slightly in the chair and her legs relaxed around me and I knew this was permission. I kissed her pussy before extending my tongue and licking her fro her vagina to her clit. 

Well, it didn't take long. Soon, I was licking her to orgasm with her hand on the back of my head. When she came, I felt each contraction, and although I couldn't describe it as a squirt really, there was a tickle, which I swallowed. 

When she had finished, I sat back in my chair. Something told me not to ask her to do anything for me....that if she was ready for that, she would offer.....so,I said "watch me......just watch me." I picked up her panties again, and used them to smell while I got close to my own orgasm. At the moment  I came, I pushed the wet gusset of the panties between my legs and came onto the material. I think, like Alison, I trickled a little too.

When I'd finished, I handed the panties back to Alison, who, to my delight, put them back on. We rejoined the party, and Alison was a different girl. She socialised, mixed freely and seemed to have a good time. 

Afterwards, as I walked home, o thought about the bastard who had abused her. She was ready....she wanted to fuck him, but instead, he got her drunk, took photos,of her pussy and sent them to his mates.....what an absolute shithead. L earned later that, as usual the police "could do nothing" but her older brother didn't feel such constraint. He beat the shit out of the boy concerned, and let it be widely known that others who had copies of the photos could expect a visit soon. 

I was to meet up with Alison twice more. On both occasions we had sex. Alison got her first taste of pussy, and not only that, but she experimented with toys too. Mine. 

Today, Alison is happily engaged to a guy who treats her like a princess. We write now and then, and she tells me that what we did in that den was exactly what she needed. Does she miss sex with girls? "Now and then.....my fiancé knows I am bi sexual, and he doesn't have a problem with that. Now and then I might have sex with another girl, but I've also discovered that I love cock! Anywhere......mouth.....cunt.......bum.....I find I want pussy less and less....and maybe one day it will just be the stuff of masturbation....who knows?" 

It was a privilege to have been in the right place at the right time....it's funny how fate conspires to put people together like that.