A Social Gathering
Thank you for reading my tale! If you're among the people sending me harassment through made-up emails, you're incredibly courageous for not standing behind your words. Cowards. Mica xx
This story takes place in England during the early 1970s.
A smoky atmosphere filled the room, and the party was winding down. Jade asked me to take her home before her father got upset. After I dropped her off, I returned because I knew there would be a post-party event.
It's always the same - there's a large gathering of college students in Sal's uncle's cellar. The music is typically very loud, and beer flows like water, with martinis or babycham for the ladies. Most of the boys would buy Party Seven cans, and there'd always be a struggle to find an opener. The cans were readily accessible, but no one thought to ask. Usually, we'd open them with a screwdriver. Somebody brought a stolen keg from the pub's back, but nobody knew how to open it.
At around 10 p.m., people began to leave as Sal had often stated that the party had to end by 11. It was her uncle's house, and she wanted to follow the rules. What many didn't realize was that this wasn't entirely true. The crowd dispersed around 11 p.m., the doors were locked, and the secret after-party started. This event featured a stack of Tangerine Dream, Pink Floyd, and Caravan records on the record player, and the real drugs came into play.
During the main party, there was a lot of marijuana circulating but not much else. Mostly, it was drunkenness, but once the untrained were gone, the doors were locked, and the rules changed. What happened at the after-party remained a secret. There were around sixteen people, mostly couples and a few singles like me. Sal's house was now occupied by a small group. The lighting was dimmed, an oil bubble projector casting various oil-filled shapes on the final wall and ceiling, where girls started dancing. Many of them remained there, moving to the sounds from the Dansette in a corner.
I didn't partake, but no one knew. The unspoken rule was that everyone would try acid. I couldn't handle being out of control of my mind, as traumatic flashbacks still haunted me from that lunchtime when someone spiked my beer with LSD. A trusty bulldozer from the construction site near college started chasing me around the college common room, while enormous black music notes poured out of the speakers.
Several girls began to dance at the center of the room, exhibiting odd gyrations in response to the sounds from the Dansette. Sally took center stage, her almost see-through white crochet outfit radiating under the UV light in the corner, her arms swinging and swaying like a storm-tossed tree branch. Shirley swayed next to her, her long maxi dress swirling around her, and I saw her slip her hands behind her back, dropping the dress to the floor.
Shirley had quite a chest, and it seemed to come to life as she danced, her bra struggling to contain her. Geoff removed his shirt and trousers and joined the crowd, dancing around in his glowing white underpants. Soon, many dancers were on their feet, freaking out to "Nine Feet Underground" by Caravan, their arms moving, fingers dancing. The oil projector shone patterns on the semi-clothed dancers.
I didn't want to join in because it might be noticeable that I hadn't taken the necessary substances. Instead, I stayed on the side of the room, simply watching. Gusty, who was one of the few unattached, surrounded me as she danced. The music changed to Tangerine Dream's "Rubycon," and the mood shifted. The dancing was more swaying than freaking, and couples began to cozy up to each other.
"It seems that the acid is taking effect," said Gill. "Either dance with me or it'll appear unusual."
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"Rubycon" by Tangerine Dream was playing in the background, and dancing became more swaying and less freaking. Couples began to embrace and caress as they danced.
Jenny was a brunette with long hair from college. She was pretty intelligent, definitely not dumb just because of her looks, and she had a slight problem with her figure – a bit heavier than she preferred. As I got up, we moved away from the wall. We danced together, matching each other's movements as the music played quietly, following Sally's rule to keep the volume low to prevent disturbing her uncle's peace. While the music played, we couldn't hear what people were saying and couldn't understand their words.
Jenny moved closer to me, rubbing her breasts against my chest, but no further contact. "Copy my moves," she instructed as she removed her dress. Her bra and panties, like others, glowed brightly under the light of the black lamp. I was fixated on her boobs. Her bra had a particularly prominent cleavage, and her nipples stood out through the lacy material. I took off my clothes.
I glanced around and saw many couples completely naked, dancing together while showing off their boobs, penises, and erections. One couple, Ann and Mike, were on the ground, with Ann on top, and Mike holding up Ann's breasts for support.
I turned back to Jenny, and as we danced close, she placed her hands behind her back and pulled her bra forward, removing it. Dancing only in her panties, I was now drawn to them. Her panties had a noticeable bulge, the lighting highlighting the area. The strain in my Y-Fronts was evident as I wondered if my penis would poke through the pee hole.
Jenny was now gyrating in front of me, rubbing her body against mine, her sex rubbing against my hard cock. She pushed me back against the wall and said, "Down." I obeyed.
She stood over me and removed her panties, revealing her entire groin area. I pulled my pants down and threw them aside, along with my other clothes, and Jenny kneeled down over me.
I held my penis and rubbed it against her vagina, then positioned it at her vaginal opening. Jenny pushed down and impaled me. Oh, it felt wonderful, her vagina was moist but tight. I slid inside her effortlessly, but she clenched tight to keep from falling.
"Don't you ever say a word," she instructed as she moved back and forth, rising and falling on my penis. In our student group, the girls were in charge of contraception. They either took the pill or had condoms in their purses. It was simpler for the girls to visit the pharmacy to buy contraceptives than for us guys.
"I won't," I assured her. "Nothing that happens at the party stays at the party." Honestly, I had no idea why she'd chosen to sleep with me; besides, she wasn't on any mind-altering substances. Jenny and I had chatted a few times at the common room, but it was nothing more than that. Jenny didn't attend college; she was a trainee cashier at a building society.
"One of the attendees isn't partaking in drugs," she informed me. "She'll tell Sally about it later. To prevent any repercussions from Sally's uncle or, worse, her dad."
I found myself distracted by the situation and the pleasure of having a beautiful girl sit on my lap and sleep with me. I felt her pubic hairs brushing against my penis as she lifted herself, and her vagina had an amazing grip, bringing me closer to orgasm.
"I'm going to fill you if you keep moving like that," I commented quietly as she bounced.
"That would be good," she replied. "We need it to look genuine." Girl's rules.
"It'll be real enough," I thought, and started pushing up as she sank down. Jenny began flailing her arms slowly, dancing in time with the music, the group playing Lunar Sea by Camel by then. I could feel the familiar tightening, and as she pushed down hard, I came, flooding her with my semen. Jenny acted uninterested, continuing to dance and bounce for a few moments before lying down quietly.
I slumped back, my eyelids partially closed, attempting to discern if anyone was cheating during this party. The insufficient lighting prevented me from observing body language, and despite Pete seemingly sleeping next to Ann, one could hardly rule out potential threesomes or other shenanigans – judging from a trio of individuals entangled in the corner, it appeared that Pete was penetrating Mike from behind, while Mike simultaneously met Ann's carnal desires.
After a period of time, Pink Floyd's "Pipers at the Gates of Dawn" began to play, causing many partygoers to abandon their partners and dance with others, with a gentle suggestion from Gill to engage another participant for a slow dance. Standing up and wandering across the dance floor, I eventually stood in front of Lesley Ann, one of Sally's acquaintances. Although we were somewhat familiar with each other, we weren't close friends. Our objective was to maintain the ruse of being stoned, so I couldn't engage in meaningful conversation.
"Wow, those clouds are wild," Lesley Ann commented as I emerged before her. Considering the mystified projections from the oil wheel projector, I could only assume that she was referring to those shapes.
",,Really far out," I answered vaguely, imitating her bohemian vocabulary. Lesley Ann's hair had small beads woven in, and she had an unrestrained mane of hair, sporting spectacles earlier but losing them presumably with her garb. Although petite, her nipples were conspicuously visible and large enough to resemble wine corks. While studying Lesley Ann's abundant pubic hair, my arousal slowly gained momentum.
The music changed, prompting me to sway in front of her and subtly move closer. Each of our bodies made contact with the other, occasionally causing her belly to bump against my erection. She marveled at my behemoth figure and declared, "Oh wow, man, you are so big."
Searching for a suitable phrase, I said, "Girl, you touch me deeply," and moved my hand onto her breast, grasping her swelled nipple. "Do you approve?"
"Yeah, man," Lesley Ann whispered, pressing herself against me. I took her in my arms and gently placed her on the floor. Lowering myself, I ran my hands across her body. As I approached her public region, traces of moisture caught my attention. I surmised it to be from her recent sexual encounter, but may have been the result of the ardent atmosphere. Simultaneously, I inserted two fingers inside her.
"Space is magnificent," she stated, using the ambiguous language shared by the partygoers. I viewed this as a positive reaction and moved downward. "Crawl up here, man," she instructed, my interpretation likely being a request to lie over her. I obliged and slid my fingers out as I positioned myself above her.
My cock looked forward to entering her, breaking through the vegetation of her pubic hair. "Oh, girl, it's beyond belief," she disclosed, using the emergence of my penis as a symbol of her fulfillment. "Love with me, man," she urged, and I construed this as a hint towards a passionate union, despite her hazy state of mind. Sitting up, I positioned myself in front of Lesley Ann, teasing and drawing closer to her flesh.
"You're a temple of eternal balance," I muttered, convinced that she would love me, losing myself in my own grand narrative. Lesley Ann seemed to be gazing through me, unaware of my presence and appearing to drift in a surrealist state.
Slowly, I proceeded to thrust into her, provoked by her soft wails as her fanny's interior accommodated my intrusion. Leaning into her, I deftly manipulated her clitoris as my fingers dug into her wild tangle of hair, mimicking the sensation of my cock.
"Oh, my stars are exploding, beautiful cosmic woman," I howled, signaling my impending climax. However, she appeared to be unaware of my presence and merely rested on the floor, murmuring words such as "cosmic," "peace," and "love."
My climax wasn't electrifying or astounding but rather a softly comfortable pleasure. However, for my personal preferences, I still required time to recover. Examining Gill and Jon, I found them in a similar position: Gill's face was buried in Jon's crotch. I remained on the sidelines for approximately twenty minutes, immersing myself in the Grateful Dead's psychedelic vibes.
I encountered Al dancing behind me. It was peculiar dancing to a guy's back and butt, but I just went along with it. He spun around and leaned in, clasping my erect member. I fought the urge to escape, simply letting things take their course without checking for onlookers.
My trusty manhood, resembling any other male's genitalia in its adolescence, stiffened at the touch. Al began jerking me off, prompting me to wonder whether I should reciprocate. After all, I had years of practice at wanking. I opted not to return the favor, rather swaying and voicing phrases like "Righteous, dude."
Al moved closer, let go of my cock, and spun me around, pressing his body against mine. His stiff member pressed against my derriere. He began caressing my chest and then brought his hand back to my manhood. The sensation made me alleviate some weight, and he used this as a sign to continue the penetration. His sizable cock invaded me, and he slid back and forth within me.
I surprisingly exclaimed, "Wow man, that's so zonal." I had no idea what it meant, but just made it up on the spot. His penetration was methodical as he satisfied me. Unfortunately, the new experience produced feelings much different from what I'd imagined; I lacked the desire to shag men. I continued commenting with random words and phrases, "Wow man."
I considered the sensations. Although this wasn't painful, it also offered little pleasure. His jerking of my manhood yielded no significant response. I was conscious of Al's slow thrusting in and out of my bum, leaving me curious about the female experience. My member remained braced, but I felt no strong desire to celebrate the will to make love.
My gaze shifted, and I saw Gill kneeling in front of me, taking my manhood in her mouth.
Holy moly, this got me going. Her mouth was warm and wet, and my erected member slipped in much like it would into a female's vagina. I couldn't comprehend why she was doing this since it was the first time anyone had blown me. Jade halfheartedly attempted the deed when drunk, but abandoned it, deeming it unenjoyable and never returning to the act.
I noticed Al pull away and felt a slight relaxation as he left my rear. I was pleased about this since I could focus on this thrilling new experience. Gill was watching me, her eyes wide.
I wondered about the etiquette. Should I hold her head? Should I try and shag her mouth? I just stood there with no clue. While locked sight on her, I watched another man service Al. I debated whether he knew or cared about my cock within Al's posterior. Gill removed her mouth from me, and I faced her, "Did you swallow it all? It's freshly jerked-off."
She held my hand as we exited the event. The night air was warm and dry. I owned an Austin Maxi. It wasn't a saloon car, but not an estate either. It was an intermediate vehicle known, albeit humorously, as the shagging wagon due to its extended partially reclined backseats. While I didn't possess a double mattress, I did have car mats and blankets, paired with sleeping bags.
She smiled and remarked, "Sky, you do tend to use the word 'cosmic' quite frequently."
I laughed, "I'm not a big fan of hippy-speak, if you must know."
Gill chimed, "I wouldn't have guessed."
"I'm confident Sally won't betray this secret – she knows I wouldn't reveal hers either."
"She might've mentioned it to that spy character," Gill mused.
"Gill, whatever happens, I don't care. We have a car. What do you say to making a quick getaway and finding a hidden spot?"
Gill admired my car and urged, "Cool, let's get in and head out."
We entered the vehicle, and I started the engine. She sat next to me as I navigated. "So, why the sudden exit?" she asked.
"I want to experience new things."
She smiled, "I'm game."
I held Gills hand as we ascended the cellar stairs and left Sal's uncle's residence, ensuring the door closed behind us. "It's just down there, Gill," I mentioned as we strolled down the street. I went to the front passenger door, opened it for her, and then proceeded to the driver's seat.
"Where are we going?" She questioned.
"I have an idea of a place. We can park behind the Chinese in their service area. No one goes there this late at night, and we won't be seen."
"Sounds perfect," she replied.
In no time, we were parked in an out-of-the-way spot where only misfortune could expose us.
"Let's go to the back seats," Gillsuggested.
"They fold down, but you can only lie down."
"Perfect," she exclaimed.
She headed toward the back and shed her clothes, lying down to await my presence. I followed suit, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Concerning the spy you mentioned earlier," she added while we cuddled in each other's arms, "I made it up."
This startled me. "Why?"
"To be with you. I knew you'd be suspicious if I wasn't high, so I concocted a story. You were supposed to believe it was me, the spy, that is."
"Why choose me?"
"Because…you, well…"
"Ah, I see."
"No, you don't. What I'm trying to say is…" She was becoming agitated.
"What, Gill?"
She stopped abruptly. "Jade will need to leave."
"Oh."
"I'm a one-man woman, and I expect my man to be one as well."
"I understand. But earlier, you didn't seem to fit that description."
"Looks can be deceiving, and, by the way, a blow job doesn't count."
"This came as a surprise to Jade," I responded, but Gill made me quiet with a smack.
"Jade isn't exactly thrilled about this. And her brother won't be either."
"I don't care. Kiss me properly, then make love to me," she commanded.
Now I was dating Gill.
"Fantastic," I murmured, prompting a thump from Gill.
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