Graduation Night Event
Reflecting on the brief period between my experiences at the old schoolhouse and graduation, I am continually struck by how much chaos unfolded. Not solely sexual activity, but everyday incidents. I now grasp that the trajectory of my life was decisively shaped by occurrences during that fleeting stretch of time at the conclusion of my high school years. Many individuals, like me, have encountered myriad people from assorted backgrounds and witnessed similar patterns - their futures determined by those intense months. It's unnerving to comprehend that the course of most of our lives has been predefined by decisions we were unaware we made in a period when our deepest contemplations revolved around "when can we engage in sexual activity again?"
If you haven't read the three articles in my collection about my encounters at the old schoolhouse, a concise outline of them is that in the first installment, "The Old Schoolhouse," I detail my initiation into sexual experiences with the aid of my teacher, Ms. G. Subsequently, in "The Old Schoolhouse - Her Version," I present an email I recently obtained from that teacher regarding that extraordinary day. Lastly, in "The Old Schoolhouse - The Following Week," I disclose how I persuaded Shannon, a girl who captivated me in Ms. G's class, to observe my meeting with Ms. G on our subsequent meeting.
Following Shannon's observation, she virtually ravaged me near my motorcycle, on the ground, drenched in grime and sweat, emitting raw sounds and smells of two teens ignited with desire. Afterwards, we cleaned ourselves up as meticulously as possible, and then I whisked her to her residence. Here, we spent time conversing. I was frightened she might be furious with me due to the ramifications of this situation, but she attributed Ms. G's motives to manipulating my inexperience, and thus she forgave me.
Shannon persuaded me to disengage from Ms. G (pretending to be apprehensive about doing so) as we both cherished her and didn't want her to encounter legal trouble. I didn't communicate this to Ms. G; I merely ceased referring to my schedule and stopped going out to the schoolhouse on Wednesday afternoons. Ms. G never appeared bothered and was presumably similarly content with the two encounters we'd had without being discovered.
Post-Shannon's intervention, we became an inseparable couple. What's intriguing in retrospect about this is that we never endured an official "moment" when I asked her to be my girlfriend, never discussed what to label our relationship, and never exchanged rings or any other token. We simply placed all our efforts into finding ways to satisfy our desires. It's challenging to articulate how we spent the remaining months of our senior year other than how Bob Seger captures it:
And we'd sneak away every chance we could
To the backroom, the alley, the safe woods
I used her, she used me, but neither cared
We were getting our share
We indulged in the backseat of her automobile, in her bedchamber, at school, in hotel rooms (in one of which we were noticed by someone who recognized Shannon's prominent and somewhat illustrious father), at swimming pools, on the beach, you name it. During our initial trysts, we paid inadequate attention to her menstrual cycle, and we faced a frightening circumstance. However, by the third month, we vigilantly monitored the calendar, and I carried condoms when necessary.
By the time graduation night arrived, we had grown confident enough to request her uncle to borrow his pop-up camper and planning a camping awakening at the seashore adjacent to my abode. I piloted her uncle's gigantic truck out to the beach with the pop-up camper in tow. We erected it, contacted a few associates, and revealed the location, then returned home to change for the graduation ceremony.
Once the ceremony concluded and the throng dispersed, Shannon drove her vehicle, and I navigated my motorcycle out to our spot at the campground. There, we discovered that the couple of friends we'd informed of our location had divulged it to several of their companions, so we had 50 of our "closest" confidants partying with us that evening.
With so many people, and only capacity for four individuals within the pop-up, seclusion was an impossibility. Consequently, no amorous activity transpired that first night. On the subsequent day, we were lounging at the beach, and Shannon and I were both becoming sexually aroused. This commenced with Shannon requesting me to rub oil onto her back. Back then, we attempted to acquire skin cancer - thus, it was oil, not sunscreen. [
I'm sitting there admiring her curves as I gently massage her back. Her bikini top strap was a slight obstruction, so I rubbed underneath it while spreading the oil on her skin. Her pale complexion stood out against my olive hands. I couldn't help but spread the oil on her lower back, taking in the beautiful curve of her bum. As I did, I couldn't resist slipping my fingers under her bikini bottoms.
I was enthralled by the sight of the oil, her skin, and my hands. Shannon appears slim compared to some of the other women her age, but she had a curvier figure than most. Lovely hips, a thick rear end, and breasts that perfectly filled her C-cups. My comparisons came from Ms. G who was very heavy, so Shannon's slight curves seemed slim to me. However, her two companions, Laura and Kathy, towered over her in terms of attractiveness. Laura had long blonde hair, stood tall at 5'8", was tanned, and had a figure like Elle Macpherson with her long, lean silhouette. Kathy was similar in height to Shannon at 5'4", had dark hair, and a slender build similar to Kristin Bell.
As I enjoyed the sight of Shannon's slightly fuller figure, I couldn't help but steal glances at Laura and Kathy. I caught them giggling at my not-so-subtle attempts to caress Shannon's fantastic derriere wrapped in her bikini. "Go ahead and take a picture," I joked, hiding my admiration of Laura and Kathy's incredible physiques with some false bravado.
Shannon simply lay there, eyes closed, and enjoyed my massage. I move down her legs, starting at her feet and moving gradually up, spreading her legs slightly to make room between them. I let my hands lightly touch her in her nether regions as my focus was on covering her body in the oil. I was aware of the initial signs of her arousal.
"You're starting something you can't finish," she begged the second time I softly stroked her bikini-clad pussy. I laid down next to her and whispered in her ear, "I can finish," and lightly licked her ear.
I continued to torment her with this game for several hours: alternating between massaging her front or rear, lying next to her and whispering in her ear, and occasionally making fun of Laura and Kathy while secretly admiring their lean physiques.
When it was time to return to the campsite, Shannon casually brought up that we needed to borrow Logan's truck. I assumed we needed to purchase supplies and questioned why not use her car.
"You tortured me all day and now you're going to pay!" she teased as she unbuckled herself, slid next to me, and began rubbing my erection through my swim shorts. "I like that idea," I replied, relaxing back, and ready for whatever she had in store.
She kissed and nibbled my neck while still stroking my manhood. She knew the perfect combination of harsh bites and soft licks to drive me crazy. I heard her breathing deepen as she kissed my stomach and chest, both of which were exposed due to my unbuttoned shirt. I was already hard as a rock thanks to her teasing, and she didn't make me wait long.
She pulled up her swim shorts to reveal only the tip of my penis and began gently licking me. My breathing deepened in unison with hers. With the empty park ahead, the sun getting closer and closer to the horizon, and the buildings at the other end of the park clearly visible, we were making excellent time. As a result of the open road and lack of traffic lights or Stop signs, I was able to maintain a slow pace.
Now she'd brought down my shorts enough for my entire manhood to be visible, and she was sucking me deep in her mouth as much as she could. She was even licking the shaft. While doing that, she moaned loudly onto my hard member, the vibration from her vocal cords enhancing the sensations on my sensitive nerves. With every passing moment, the smell of oil and seawater was fading, being replaced by the delightful scent of her arousal. I could tell she was moist.
I let my left hand stroke her back, moving under her swimsuit. I adored the way her buttocks felt - so soft, round, pale, and the perfect blend of firm but graspable. I squeezed her cheeks and then trailed my fingers down her thighs, searching for her opening. It wasn't hard to find...so wet.
I kept my right hand flat and slid it from the top of her thighs, up her body to reach her wetness. Since she was on her knees, I had to move my arm back up her spine towards her center. Combining both motions resulted in shifting my hand such that only two fingers were ringed with her wetness instead of four fingertips.
She started rocking her head back and forth more rapidly, her breathing deep and labored. She liked this, so I shifted my hand again to have four fingertips touching her slit. I began spreading her juices along the length of her slit but also exploring a different area - I ran my thumb and index finger up and down her ass crack, sliding them past her anus. As I did this, her abdomen tensed, and she let out a loud moan.
When she started lowering herself up and down faster, her mouth sliding along the length of my cock, I decided to reassume the position that had thrilled her so much. I ran my fingers back to her vagina and spread her wetness again, this time running my thumb and index finger back down her perineum until they touched her anus. Her knuckle now pressed against her butt hole softly. She inhaled sharply and moaned forcefully.
She accelerated the motion of her head up and down, breathing harder and faster. She obviously liked this arrangement. I shifted my hand one more time so that my four digit tips were touching her vagina again, light stroking her slit without specifically targeting her clit. Then, I stretched my index finger out with the idea of teasing her anus. When I got there, I inserted my wet digit into her, and her hips went back into me as if signaling her approval. Again, I pressed against her anus, this time sliding my finger in. She emitted more exclamations of pleasure while performing an oral act on my manhood.
I eventually felt an itch in my groin, a sign that I was about to climax. At that moment, she suddenly stopped.
"This should be a lesson for you!" she asserted, sitting up and facing me. Without any warning whatsoever, my finger as well as the hand holding it turned around, rejoining my lap. I instinctively began rubbing my manhood between my wrists.
"Please forgive me!" I pleaded. "I couldn't take the stress! We're surrounded by people; we can't possibly leave them for a hotel room."
"Don't you worry, smart guy, you'll figure something out. Just refrain from drinking too much tonight. I need it as much as you do," she assured me.
However, I disregarded her advice from the night before, as I'd been drinking all day. I didn't curtail my consumption when we returned to the campsite. The evening was left blank in my memory; all I could recall was lethargically waking up early the next day, maybe around 6 AM. I could sense the fire in the distance, but it was almost out. Shannon was dozing next to me, while Laura and Kathy had found someplace else to sleep. I maintained my quiet pace, not wanting to disturb them or Shannon, until I reached bed.
I awoke the following morning, ready to leave the campsite, but everything was deserted - it seemed everyone chose to sleep indoors. I got up and exited the bed, careful not to disturb the people nearby - one of whom was Shannon - and there appeared to have been a party all night. I made a beeline for the bathroom but promptly walked out, stunned at the sight of a crowd of about 80 people. My friend who had formed a band a few months before had given a performance as planned. However, it all happened during my sleep. I wondered who had taken my place in the performance. It was apparent that I had dozed off too early. I had missed a fine performance. It seemed my friend had handled the vocals while I was in dreamland.
I don't know how long I was there, but I noticed it was nearly daylight - so, probably close to 6 AM. I made my way back to the camper, careful not to step on the people sprawled out on the sand, and then I entered the pop-up. I climbed into bed, careful not to wake Shannon or the two girls at the other end of the pop-up. Later that morning, I saw that there were a number of men sleeping there.
Dashing to the men's room, I performed my usual morning rituals and emerged with a satisfied smile. Returning to our campsite, I found Shannon waiting by the fire, holding two towels and her toiletry bag.
"Sir, you're in big trouble," she said ominously, leading me to the women's restroom. Curious as to why I should be in such trouble, I skeptically followed her. I was oblivious to the fact that I had passed out the night before, so I sheepishly entered the ladies' room when she gestured for me.
Inside, she led us to the farthest shower stall and instructed me to undress. To my dismay, she turned on scalding hot water. When I protested, she just shook her finger at me. Then she washed me thoroughly, from head to toe, making sure every inch was spotless. When it was my turn to help out, I started cleaning her back.
As I rubbed the suds up and down her spine, I admired the tan lines on her skin where she had sunbathed the day before. These tan lines were a sight to behold, complementing her delicate pale bikini bottoms. I couldn't help but revel in the notion of washing those ass cheeks, which I'm inclined to grab and caress. Adequately tempted, I moved to the front of her body and started lathering her breasts, ribs, and arms, spending extra time on her lovely backside.
While I continued washing her, we shared a kiss in the shower. With the water rinsing down our bodies, we couldn't help but kiss passionately, touching one another all over. I felt her skin on mine as we pressed our lips against each other, her nipples pushing against my chest, and our legs intertwined. I broke away from the scorching kiss and returned to cleaning her up.
Before long, I found myself rubbing my right hand along her slit, which was just as wet as my own arousal. Feeling no need to ruin the moment, I took care to keep my soap-free hand on her genitals throughout the entire process. The memory of the previous day's passionate exchange in the car resurfaced, making our current situation even more enticing.
Once again, we locked lips, with my right hand continuing to stimulate her slit. I then lifted her slightly, allowing my left hand to stroke the side of her body up her thigh, unintentionally caressing her soaked pussy. My left hand then shifted between her leg and genitals, washing away the suds with her arousal, which I then used to cover my erect cock. Afterward, I began touching her ass cheeks with my left palm, creating a suitable friction with my lubricated right hand's hold on her pussy.
She started breathing heavily again, aroused by my actions, and I couldn't help but recall our earlier affair in the car. I quickly ended the lip lock and moved behind her, smacking my hardened cock against the side of her thigh while continuing my gestures on her slit. Then, I reached back and unintentionally found her pink anus, much to our mutual delight.
With my dry left hand, I lifted her hips slightly and anchored my right hand at the base of her slit. As I pushed, I felt her tighten, then relax as I slowly penetrated her, whispering, "Do you want this?"
"Yesssss, please!!" she cried out, yearning for the satisfaction my presence would bring. I slowly proceeded to thrust with my hands, reaching a heightened climax before abruptly stepping back and directing her to lean against the wall. My gaze fell upon the most enticing ass I'd ever seen, as white as my hands, with a slight sunburn and exposed by my fingers skimming through the cleft. I couldn't contain myself, pressing my prick into her, the tightness caused by her openness feeling overwhelming. With my right hand, I stroked her clitoris, matching my thrusts.
Although I thought she might object to male penetration in the women's restroom, I continued to pound away, feeling her gripping my fingers until she experienced a thunderous climax.
"Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh" was the sound of my thrusting. The door to the building opened, but we didn't pay any attention. "Ow, Ow, Ow" was her response to my thrusts and grunts.
"Oh my gosh, Joe, it's incredible. Oh goodness, it's sooo incredible! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh..."
I never slowed down, and let her reach her climax, which pushed me over the edge as well. I continued to thrust my penis and flicked her clit with my finger as we both slammed into each other as best we could in this position.
In the end, we both needed a break. I heard the door open again, and I believe word had spread that there was a "performance" taking place in the restroom. Ignoring the crowd gathering outside our shower area, we laughed quietly since they couldn't hear us. "It was worth the wait!" she exclaimed, making me feel like a hero.
Dressed and ready, we exited the shower room. The 8-10 women outside cheered, whistled, and applauded as we walked towards the exit. Whew, it seemed like we wouldn't get in trouble - everyone in the building was from our group.
When we stepped outside, Laura and Kathy were standing near the entrance, about to enter.
"Aw shucks, we missed the show" Laura joked, chuckling. "I didn't" Shannon replied, reaching into her toiletry bag and bringing out a bottle of 409 and a paper towel. "What's that for?" Laura inquired.
"For my car's back seat, just like I said, I didn't miss the show." Shannon passed the bottle to Laura and we carried on, Laura holding the bottle and blushing.
How did I miss all the fun last night???
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