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No one could fault her upbringing, kindly and
attentive father, supportive mother who if anything, erred on the side of
conservatism. She got on well with her siblings - an elder sister and
younger brother. Neither of whom had set a foot wrong in their journey
through adolescence.
She dressed tastefully, mixed in acceptable social circles and was
altogether a credit to her parents, not to mention Braidwood High that she
attended in Boulder County
The only vague disquiet on the Western Front were those infuriating little
hormones. Having turned eighteen the previous week, Patty was "hot" 24/7 -
it was a real curse. Waking up with her hands in her panties was now a
regular event as was her newly-found propensity to trawl porn sites on her
home computer - erotic story posts especially. Problem is, it just made
her hotter. Reading about young girls making out with their brothers,
their brothers' friends - even their fathers, just made her want to
experience such things first hand...as it were. She knew boys at school
found her attractive, it was just a matter of orchestrating her own little
sex-ed class.
Her first foray into the realms of the erotic was not entirely fulfilling.
Peter Bowden at eighteen was something less than Linus Morris let's say.
As keen as her to encroach upon the hitherto unexplored playing fields,
his modus operandi left a lot to be desired.
"Ouch...take it easy," Patty implored as the boy's hand groped her right
breast with raw enthusiasm rather than any sense of respectful gentility.
Wedged beneath the moveable stairs in the main hall wasn't without its
discomfort either.
"Sorry Patty," he muttered, almost perspiring in the confined space.
Attempting then to balance his amateurish kissing technique with some less
invasive breast therapy, he became aware of needful changes taking place
in the area of his crotch as might any young buck handed such sexual
latitude with so apparently willing a teenage girl.
The sensation of having her breasts touched in earnest for the first time
almost made up from Patty's perspective at least, for the indelicate
treatment being meted out to them. She could feel her nipples hardening
all the same and at the point the boy summoned up the courage to slip is
hand down her top and actually inside her bra...she gave a small yelp of
semi-pleasured surprise.
"I didn't say you can feel me up under my clothes," she giggled, yet
making no attempt to dislodge his fingers from their tour of duty. It was
at the point both of them discovered the pleasures inherent in nipple
manipulation that things took a turn for the better.
The kissing became more impassioned, the groping more daring, she even let
him undo a couple of buttons of her school-dress which bringing the
visuals into play additionally, decidedly upped the ante for young Peter.
Able to see what he was now molesting with what you might term 'committed'
vigor, quite stirred the lad's fantasies. Crotch-wise, things were on the
up and up - Peter needed more!
Initially embarrassed as all hell, far from regretful at allowing her
classmate to extricate her undeniably sexy breasts from their padded
restraints, she rather liked the sensation of having them fully on show as
they now were and very obviously stimulating her young partner's arousal.
She had an overwhelming urge to slip her hand in her panties but retained
the presence of mind to recognize that such might not be the most
appropriate of actions. Besides - surely Peter himself would make that his
own game plan, sooner rather than later?
Whether the boy lacked the necessary confidence to engage any up-skirt
action or he was gripped suddenly by a fear of the unknown is anyone's
guess. All Patty knew is that despite wriggling her hips invitingly, even
to the point of parting her legs just enough to ensure that the hem of her
dress rose enticingly up her thighs - Peter's hand remained a no-show.
"This never happened to any of the girls in those stories," she thought to
herself, bitterly disappointed by the turn of events...or rather lack of
events.
Calling time-out from what amounted now to little more than Peter's
primitive lip suction, she pulled the boy's hand out from her bra,
manoeuvered her breasts back on-site and doing-up the buttons of her
school-dress, told her disbelieving partner that she "had to go home."
"Definitely time for Plan B" she told herself.
Exactly what the doorman at the Regency Club on Dorchester was thinking as
he handed Patty back her ID, was made clear as his eyes took in every
rearward curve of the young girl, as she navigated the stairs to the
reception area behind him. So sure was she that he was watching her, she
swung those sexy little hips with exaggerated tease.
Walking with what might have appeared to be entrenched confidence to the
nearby Victory bar, she ordered a diet Coke and seated herself at one of
the small tables along the far wall. Inside, she was anything but
'together' almost trembling with the knowledge she was placing herself in
a situation way beyond that which a naïve eighteen-year old schoolgirl was
realistically equipped to handle. Still, she reasoned - that was Plan B
wasn't it?
"Hello Miss," interrupted her reverie. "Don't suppose you would like some
company by any chance?"
Looking-up at the speaker, she rather liked what she saw. A clean cut
young man in a business suit - most likely in his early twenties. She
smiled at him, "Well actually I was just waiting for a friend." She
replied.
"Male or female?" he asked tentatively, his preference quite obvious.
"Just a girlfriend," she giggled.
The young man looked relieved. "My name's David," he said holding out his
hand.
"I'm Patty," she replied, "Pleased to meet you."
"Look, I'm just here with a few guys from work," he indicated a table the
other side of the lounge area, where four men of a similar age were
sitting and chatting animatedly. "Would you like to come and sit with us
for a while - just till your friend arrives anyway," he added hopefully.
"They're all nice guys Patty - you're really quite safe." He reassured
her.
She looked up at him. "Might this perhaps be pushing my luck?" she
wondered, though with little intent of declining the invitation.
Four pairs of eyes appraised the well-defined attributes of the young girl
as she drew nearer the table. The low-cut top, well fitting skirt (brief
as it was) stockinged legs and subtle make-up, merely enhancing the
overall appeal. There was at once, a mad scramble to find her a chair.
Introductions completed, all present wanted to know where she lived,
worked etc.
"Just in my second year at Uni actually," she lied effortlessly. Knowing
sufficient details of her sister's syllabus, she was able to field
questions about her courses and University life with ease. Inevitably, the
question of her having a full-time boyfriend arose. She bypassed that one
with a coy "No special person yet" admission. You could have heard the
collective sighs reverberate around the table.
"Can we get you a drink Patty?" enquired the young man who had introduced
himself as Billy a little earlier. Agreeing to a bourbon and Coke, she
watched bemused as he tried unsuccessfully to carry an armful of drinks
back to the table, before accepting an offer from the barman to take a
tray.
Well behaved the group certainly was, though what thoughts they must have
been harboring as Patty negotiated her third bourbon and Coke can only be
guessed at. A couple of the men had dragged their seats either side of her
and the rest were performing their very best puppy-dog imitations.
Though far from drunk, the alcohol had greatly lowered Patty's inhibitions
whilst heightening her flirtatiousness. Not a man there could wrench his
eyes from her cleavage - nor would she have wanted them too if the truth
be known.
Once the likelihood of any 'girlfriend' turning up became suitably remote,
the group became even more attentive. Billy even seized the initiative at
one stage, touching the girl on the arm one or twice for emphasis during
the conversation. Her acceptance of such familiarity was doubtless noted
by the other four.
Halfway through her fourth glass, Patty was, if not partially inebriated,
then 'happy' by anyone's standards, giggling at the slightest provocation
and with a severe list to port.
"Think I'd better be on my home," she semi-slurred. "Had way more than I
should," at which point she generated a spontaneous little 'hic.'
"Hey, we can drop you home Patty," chorused three or four offers
simultaneously. Billy's the most poignant.
Wedged between David and Justin in the back of the Town car they helped
her on with her seat belt. If the momentary contact with the underside of
her breasts by the back of Justin' hand was anything but 'accidental,' he
carried it off well. She felt a blush rising but said nothing. Suddenly
she felt the mere schoolgirl she really was, the imminency of so many
young males, exciting her as much as the risky situation at hand.
They rode for maybe a mile without conversation, then feeling obliged to
make some comment, she turned to David just as he inclined his head
towards her. It was as it happened just a brief kiss - a teaser if you
will, but given the confined space in that car, the alcoholic over-ride
and the blueprint that Nature set down eons ago, it wasn't to stay brief.
Not even bothering to resist, she let him kiss her again, a lot more
passionately this time - his heart was really in it. She felt a hand grasp
her arm and turning her head, had time for but a fleeting gasp of surprise
before Justin' lips closed over hers. His kiss was longer and deeper and
she felt herself floating with the outgoing tide - maybe it was incoming!
"Nooo," she mumbled, breaking off from Justin' lips, not really wanting to
but feeling the obligation to at least dislodge David's hand from her
breast.
"Let me Patty," he muttered, "You really are so hot. I promise I won't
hurt you."
With Justin guiding her wonderfully sexy little lips back to his own mouth
and her own hormones running on super-high octane themselves, she managed
but a fully non-committal sigh and sank back against the car's upholstery.
Re-establishing contact with her breast, David began fondling the softness
beneath which caused Patty to murmur in between kisses.
"Hey, cut that out guys," Billy yelled, having noticed the trio's
performance in the car's rear-vision mirror. "That's so totally unfair on
us three here," he bewailed.
"Keep your eyes on the road Billy," David chided him. "We're just making
sure she doesn't go to sleep," he laughed.
Patty was feeling many things, not the least of which was total
disorientation. Kissing both Justin and David alternately now, she felt
both their hands on her breasts and the sensations afforded them was
making her gasp with escalating pleasure. Her sense of self-preservation
dulled by both the alcohol and the shared kissing, she allowed them the
latitude they needed to maul her young breasts every which way. Even when
David seized the initiative and slipping his hand down her top began
kneading her small nipples between his thumb and forefinger, she began to
wriggle involuntarily on the seat, unaware of the fact this was causing
her hem-line to inch higher. So far as being molested was concerned, Patty
had no illusions now that two men's hands down her breasts were a vastly
more effective proposition than a solitary eighteen-year old schoolboy's
clueless fumblings.
It was Robin's imploring "Get them right out guys, lets see her nipples,"
that re-aligned the playing field. Leaning over the front seat decidedly
the worse for wear alcoholically, he nevertheless could still recognize a
searingly hot opportunity when it presented itself - especially one
supposes, in the back seat.
Still with sufficient awareness to gauge her predicament, Patty grasped at
her top with a shrill "No, don't undress me," as David endeavored to free
up the top few buttons of her blouse. Her resistance was half-hearted
though and with Justin kissing her senseless, she just melted between them
and permitted their hands free rein. Pulling aside the gaping material,
Patty's bra was fully exposed now and slipping a couple of fingers each,
beneath the bra cups themselves they tugged the somewhat skimpy little
protector sufficiently high that her breasts were fully exposed to all but
Billy who was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his
driving skills.
"God she looks like a schoolgirl," Robin almost wheezed. Had he known the
truth he would have alighted from the car at the next stoplight. The fact
is though, her breasts did look like those of a rather young girl - mind
you, no-one was complaining.
Right that second, Justin lowered his head and began suckling her left
nipple. She felt what might have been a sharp electrical discharge, yet
was powerless to stop a small moan from escaping her lips, even as the
shock-wave travelled the highway south, right to the buffers between her
legs. She would have been no more able to back-out at this juncture than
she could translate "Hey Jude" into Japanese.
Occasionally one sees things when out driving that make it all worth
while. So it was for the occupant of the grey Camry as it pulled up for
the stop light at Eastern and Rockwell. Cursing his luck in missing the
light, the middle-aged driver let his gaze wander to the car on the right.
Able to make out clearly the young girl wedged between her two male
companions in the rear set, he had a momentarily perfect view of her
exposed breasts and the fact that the man on her right was sucking her
nipple with undisguised relish. Given additionally that her co-partner
appeared to be pulling and fully mistreating her left nipple while two
other men leaned across from the front seat intent on further mischief, it
is no surprise that he had barely mouthed the words "What the F---?" when
the Lincoln accelerated through the intersection leaving him doubting his
sanity
Whether they had ever intended to take her home first is a moot point.
When a young girl is riding in the back seat of a car willingly with five
men, two of whom have her breasts out sucking her nipples silly, then you
gotta be thinking at the very least a temporary stopover. Robin certainly
was when he muttered, "C'mon guys lets take her back to my place, it's
just a fifteen to twenty minutes from here."
Suckling a young student was certainly paying dividends for David's libido
but the real prize he knew lay but inches distant, up inside the hem of
that sexy little skirt. Figuring to take the offensive, he kissed her with
even greater passion, at the same time slipping his hand well up between
the girl's thighs.
The sensation of the young man's hand against the inside of her leg as it
worked its way further within the forbidden zone should have set alarm
bells ringing. All it did though was make her hotter than hell and other
than a brief "Noooo, please not there" which achieved nothing but an
increase in each participants' desire, she merely spread her legs wider.
Reaching her panties, David was one happy little Vegemite.
Patty's earlier embryonic moans now assumed a more permanent state of
outbound pleasure as both men began rubbing her panties in earnest, taking
turns to delineate the lips of her pussy the full depth between her legs.
She knew she was wet - they most assuredly had discovered the fact too!
Moaning like a total slut, that for all intents and purposes she was right
that moment, Patty had her legs spread to the maximum that tight little
skirt would allow, her cream colored panties on full view as both men
rubbed her pussy and felt her up from neck to knee. Still letting them
kiss her passionately, all she cared about was prolonging this attention
to her body just as long as she could. Whether she was on the way home or
to the nearest Motel she really didn't care.
"Oh Jesus," Robin was muttering, his body contorted across that front seat
along with Patrick's beside him, as they took in the awesomely arousing
sight of the young girl's degradation just four feet away.
Exactly what psychological damage was done that day, at the point they
drew up level with a packed school-bus on the freeway may never be known.
Several sixth-grade girls on the right hand side however had their hands
to their mouths in total shock as they caught a fleeting glimpse of
David's hand sliding its way inside the near naked girl's panties,
sufficient that a crop of the teenager's dark pubic curls were visible to
the young schoolgirls. One presumes the driver was spared any such
distraction since the bus remained wholly within its lane at all times.
Inside the Lincoln, everything to Patty was little more than hazy now. The
cumulative effect of those four bourbons had conspired to blot out any and
all resistance. The hands caressing her breasts, sliding inside her
panties and beginning now to finger her, were driving her crazier by the
minute. Both Justin and David were harboring erections that might have
done John C Holmes proud, and even as Billy took exit 48 that ran directly
into Pinewood Drive, they had Patty across their knees, unzipping her
skirt with frenzied deliberation. Clad only in her panties and breathing
heavily, having Robin reaching across and fondling her ass lewdly was just
the icing on the cake. She wiggled her rear-end in appreciation of their
collaborative efforts.
Moments later the car swung into 22 Pinewood and even before the automatic
door had closed behind them, Justin and David had those sexy little
panties down to her knees.
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