The Black Room_(0)

Fbailey story number 640


The Black Room


My sister and I had a lot of close friends. I was three years older than she was, so my sister liked a lot of my friends, and of course I liked most of her friends too.

When our father still lived with us he had built a set of dark rooms in the basement for photography. We referred to them as the black rooms because of the paint color. Half of the basement was a family room with plenty of lights, nice thick carpet, big screen television, and a great sound system. The other half consisted of the three dark rooms. There were two smaller rooms on the ends that led to a larger room in the middle. The doors all locked to prevent someone from coming in when he was busy. With the double door system that the outer rooms provided, no white light could enter the center room to spoil any pictures being developed. They only had red lights in them. That was just enough to see a little bit as you undressed and got dressed.

My sister and I had found a few old mattresses that a motel was throwing out and scarfed them up for our use. We had given it some thought and we wanted a make out room.

We had decided that there would be a girl entrance and a boy entrance. That way we could get undressed and met in the middle in total darkness. If there were more than one boy and one girl and no one talked, then we would not know who our partner was. It was a variation on the blind man’s bluff game.

Our friends were all looking forward to it too.

Mom did not have a clue that we had found the keys to the dark room and done anything with them.

For Cynthia’s thirteenth birthday we threw a great party. Mom allowed us a lot of latitude so I invited eleven of my friends and she invited eleven of her friends. I was pretty sure that all of us were virgins including my friends, even though they talked the talk well.

Mom was letting the girls spend the night but my friends had to go home by ten o’clock. Cynthia talked Mom into letting the party start at noon with her giving us as much privacy as possible.

Cynthia had talked about letting six couples in at a time but then decided that three was better. She had even figured out who they would be in advance and wrote it down. Surprisingly she put both of our names in the same group. When I questioned her she said that the thought of me possibly fucking her was exciting. I had been having the very same thoughts too.

I said, “Maybe the two of us should try the sex room out first.” After a slight pause I continued, “Just to make sure that everything works okay.”

Cynthia giggled and said, “You just want to make sure that you’re the one to pop my cherry.”

I smiled and said, “I really do want you to be my first too.”

Cynthia said, “Why don’t we have a signal then. Like something that the other boys won’t do. Maybe you could suck the girl’s right thumb and if she sucks your right thumb then you will knew that it is me. Otherwise go on to the next girl.”

I said, “Well if you switch out one of the girls I would definitely know that it was you because of your tiny titties. You have Jill on our list and she has big tits so swap Amy for Carol because she has big tits too. Then all I have to do is feel them up and get right to you before the other guys do.”

Cynthia said, “I could just go to the corner to the left of our entrance and you come and find me.”

I finally said, “Okay. I like that idea.”

For the next couple of days I gave her idea some more thought. What if she sends another girl into that corner? Then I decided that I would just have to trust her.

Saturday came around finally and then noon arrived…finally. Our guests were just as anxious to get the party started as we were.

Cynthia lined the girls up in a circle in the middle of the room facing out.