After game party

After attending a 10 year high school reunion, I have decided to try my hand at erotic writing by recalling some events the fall of my senior year. Not many people went to a high school that was the subject of a PBS speial on the sexual activity of teenagers, but I’m here to recall some of the events. My name is Jared, and I had had one serious girlfriend that I had lost my virginity to at my prom.
I actually just lucked into attending this high school in the outskirts of Atlanta. My father was transferred the summer before my senior year. My parents knew that it would be a tough move for me, leaving all my friends and teammates on the football and wreslting teams. Dad tried to help my attitude by telling me I would get a better look by football recruits at this new school. My first choice on schools was Georgia Tech, where my dad had played, and I probably would get more looks moving to Atlanta. Plus, I had been playing in the small school classification in Illinois, and this school was in the largest division in Georgia and I just knew we had to move.
When I arrived in early August to my new school I got a mixed reception. The coaches were estatic to have a 6’4″, 220 lbs. lineman just move in and they made me feel very welcome. My new teammates did not show much Southern hospitality. One of the things I expected was to find several more Tech fans than the Big 10 fans from where I moved, but instead, I was as much an outsider in Atlanta as I had been back up North. If you weren’t a UGA fan, then you were the enemy at my new school. The biggest problem I had was that I wanted to play end, but that was the position of one of “in group” of close knit seniors on the team. When I won the starting position I became even more unaccepted. Some of his buddies even started cheapshotting me, even when they were playing defense with me. After an after practice fight, where I just had to whip his ass, they kind of accepted me.
When classes began things got a little better, but I was kind of surprised. I signed up for mostly honors classes, but had very few teammates in my classes. But I got to make even more friends in the classes. The 2 biggest changes I noticed was how much bigger this school was than my old school, over 3000 students, and how many hot, beautiful girls there were. I must have walked around for the first 2 weeks just staring. I had also come from a school that had a strict dress code, but there was no dress code at my new school and the girls were very proud of showing their sexy bodies.
Enough about the setting, let me now get to the interesting parts.
When the kids in my honors classes found out I was on the football team, they first were amazed, then they kept telling me that guaranteed that I got into the after game party. I asked them what they were talking about, and they couldn’t believe I had not heard of the football parties. My first thought was that I probably was not told because I would not be welcome, but as the first game approached, the host of the first party made sure I knew about it, and invited me.
We played our first game and won easily. I had a pretty good game, but had a hard time with the heat and humity, as I had in practice. I don’t know if you can ever get use to playing football in 90 degree heat and 80% humidity. I never did. Anyway, after the game I told my parents I was going to the party after the game and got in my truck and followed the directions I had been given and drove to the party. I could tell I was in the right place by the cars parked blocks from the house. I parked my truck and walked up to the house that was in a neighborhood that had mansions. I had never seen such monstrosities. When we moved, we moved into a lot bigger and nicer house than we had lived in in Illinois, but these houses were mansions. As I walked up to the house I noticed many kids I had seen at school and I noticed how dressed up the girls were.
I followed the crowd and walked to the music around behind the house to around the swimming pool. People were everywhere, including in the pool. Many people started slapping me on the back, saying good game and then someone put a beer in my hand, which I gladly accepted. But I could not believe all the drinking and the kegs that were at the party. I had to ask, where was this guy’s parents and people just laughed at me.
It was a great party, a lot of drunks, and pretty soon people started getting thrown into the pool, including some of the girls. I noticed several of my teammates arriving at the party but went into the house and disappeared. I didn’t think much of it then, just had a good time and then left after a couple of hours. As I was leaving, one of the 9th grade cheerleaders came up and with a look of urgency asked if she could have a ride.
I knew her from my youth group at church. her name was Tiffany and I told her sure, but I didn’t know my way around very well. She guaranteed me she wouldn’t get me lost so I told her let’s go. Tiffany was very cute, about 5’0″, light brown hair in what I called a cheerleader cut, budding boobs, and a cute little ass.
We got into my truck and started making small talk. She told me that she had heard I had played a good game, but that the freshman cheerleaders had to sell programs and she didn’t get to see all the game. Then we started talking about the party and she explained that she was getting worried at the party about getting thrown into the pool. She said wished she had changed clothes before going to the party, but that she had just worn her uniform and could not get it wet. Then she surprised me when she said she would have let the guys throw her in if she could have taken off her uniform. I was kidding when I said,” and what, gone in your bra and panties.” But she shocked me back and said,”yeah”. She noticed the surprise on my face and said, “hey, people will be wearing less than that later tonight”.
I said, “what”? And she then said, “Yankee, you have a lot to learn!”
She showed me where she lived and I pulled into her driveway. Tiffany noticed that her parents car was not in the garage and then said she wished she had stayed at the party longer. Then she just up and asked if I was dating anyone, and I told her no, I hadn’t even been on a date since moving to Atlanta. Then she said,” thank you for the ride,” and then leaned over and kissed me. The kiss kind of caught me by surprise. Not that she kissed me, but that she kissed me on my mouth and it was more seductive than I expected. Tiffany’s lips were wet and she held her kiss longer than just a thank you kiss. We broke the kiss and just kind of stared at each other for a second. Then Tiffany said, “you know that you are really hot don’t you, and all the girls are talking about you.”
“Oh,” I said. “And what are they saying about me?”
Tiffany kissed me again, and then said, “they are just wondering who is going to be the first to get in your pants.”
I about swallowed my tongue, but didn’t, because Tiffany was kissing me again and we were not playing tongue tag. She moved right next to me and put her arms around me and pulled herself tight against me. I slowly put my hands on her sides then around to her back and our kissing got deeper. Tiffany then began making cute little hmming sounds. When Tiffany turned to face me more, I moved my right hand up and under her cheerleader vest and to my surprise didn’t get any hand fighting or resistance. When my hand touched her bra in the back, she broke our kiss, opened her eyes and gave me a cute little smile. I leaned my lips back to her’s and deftly unhooked her bra. Tiffany scooted on the front seat that allowed me to more easily move my hand around to her stomach and up to her loose bra. As I kissed her more passionately I slid my hand under her bra and cupped her firm little boob. We continued to kiss and I fondled both her tits and played with her nipples. After making out for awhile, thinking about ending this enjoyable evening and worrying about her parents coming home, Tiffany suddenly put her hand on my crotch, gave a firm squeeze and then took my hand and put it up under her skirt. I was shocked. I had never had a girl do something like this! Tiffany could tell I was surprised but she was quick and purred, “don’t you want to pet my kitty?” I quickly recovered and rubbed between her legs over her cheerleader bloomers. Then Tiff scooted away and I thought she was going inside, but instead, she lifted her butt, reached under her skirt and pulled her bloomers and panties off and put them in her purse. I then moved towards her. Tiff put her arms around my neck and kissed me as my left hand touched the inside of her thigh and slid right up to her pussy. I put my hand flatly between her legs and could feel her thin trimmed landing strip on her pubic mound and smooth wet soft pussy lips. As I pushed against her pussy, she let out a soft moan and my fingers played with her pussy lips. My middle finger found her opening, and popped right in up to my first knuckle. I gently fingered her pussy and got my finger wet with her juice and slid up her slit and found her swollen clit and when I touched it, I felt her body jump and tighten. She pushed my hand back down, so I slid my finger back into her cunt, and slid in as deep as I could. After looking down to see my hand under her skirt, I looked at her face and closed eyes as I slowly began finger fucking her. She was making noises that let me know she was enjoying what I was doing, but then she whispered, “put two fingers in me.” She put her hands on the seat beside her, and raised her hips a little more, and let me slide two fingers up inside her. Then, still with her eyes closed, said, “faster.” So I moved my hand faster and faster and loved feeling this sexy little cheerleader’s pussy. The only discomfort I had was the humongous boner I had in my jeans. Just as I was realizing my discomfort I felt Tiffany’s hands on my zipper. I slowed my fingering and let her unbutton my jeans, unzip my pants, reach in my boxers and take hold of my cock. Tiffany then spread her legs more and as I began fingering her again, she began stroking my dick. As I felt her pussy walls tighten on my fingers, I felt my own explosion building and told her,”Tiff, I’m gonna cum.” Tiffany reached into her purse, pulled out her panties, sped up her stroking my dick, and when she touched my cock with her panties to catch my cum, I exploded. Some of my load hit the steering wheel. Tiffany just laughed, kept pumping my dick catching my cum. She then wiped the goo off the steering wheel, then laid back and spread her legs. This actually let me see her cute little pussy for the first time. I just used my middle finger and found her clit with my thumb, and massaged both faster and faster. I heard her breath shorten and she just started mumbling, “I’m cumming, oh yes, yes, yes!!” and her pussy grabbed my finger and she shuddered all over.
Just as Tiffany started to relax just a little a car pulled into the driveway and drove right past us. I about had a heart attack. Tiffany reacted relatively calmly. She told me to start up my truck, which I did, and she sat up and adjusted herself. She turned and ask if I would hook her bra back, and then she calmly opened the door and yelled, “hey mom and dad, perfect timing. Jared just brought me home from the party.” She then turned to me and said, “thank you for the ride and I’ll see you Sunday at church.”
I thought quickly and reminded her that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She just adjusted her skirt, pulled it down a little and closed the door and headed into the house.
I pulled out of the driveway, headed for home, and just thought, what have I gotten into?
ch. 2
I had trouble sleeping that night, with all that had happened, and when I woke up the next morning, all I could think about was calling Tiffany and see if everything was ok. I remembered that I had a phone directory from church so I called her home. I was very nervious when Tiffany’s mother answered the phone, but she was very polite, asked if this was Jared, and thanked me for bring Tiffany home. Then she informed me that Tiffany was still in bed being a sleepy head, and told me to call back in a few minutes that she needed to get up. So I hung up, breathed a sigh of relief, that apparently her parents had no idea and then called back in about 30 minutes.
When I called back, Tiffany’s mom answered the phone again, but she yelled for Tiff to pick up the phone. When I heard her voice say hello, and heard the click of her mom hanging up, I said, “hey, how are you doing this morning.”
Tiffany responded, “fine, how are you football hero?”
“I’m doing great,” I replied, “and relieved to hear things are ok on your end.”
“Of course they are,” Tiff answered, “why shouldn’t they be?”
“Well, other than your parents almost catching us in the middle of an orgasm, and you going in the house with no panties on,” I said, “not much.”
“Oh, they have no idea. They were just excited that you had brought me home, and wondered if I was going out with you? Dad has heard all about you from other dad’s and wanted to know more about you.”
I was so relieved that her parents were not suspect of our activities. We then chatted a little more on the phone.