The Party At Jeremy Garner’s

The Party at Jeremy Garner’s House
by Britney

I was sixteen years old the night of the party at Jeremy Garner’s house. Jeremy was a rich boy at my school. His parents were out of town, and he was planning this party for weeks. He had a very expensive house up in the mountains. I desperately wanted to go. I had never been drunk before, except a few sips from my mothers wine glass, and I wanted to see what it was all about. The main reason I wanted to go though was because a boy that was in my biology class was going to be there. His name was Brandon Galigar. I had an enormous crush on him, and I was never brave enough to talk to him except for the few times I shyly said “Hi” as I passed him in the hallway.

It was four months since my sixteenth birthday, and was just starting to drive. I had an old Ford Probe. I lied to my parents, and told them that I was going to a girlfriend’s house, to spend the night.

I arrived and I was thrilled to see some of my friends from school. At least fifty high school kids filled the house. There were two kegs of beer, and a whole table full of hard liquor. A few hours went by and I was drinking a strawberry daiquiri. I hadn’t learned how to handle myself when intoxicated yet. The music was blaring through the loud stereo system in the living room. I walked around and everything was blurry. There were several groups of people huddled around talking to each other. They all had some kind of beverage in their hand. Everyone was happy and having a good time. I felt like I was on top of the world. I felt like I could do anything. I saw Brandon at the other end of the room. I watched him as he smiled and socialized with his friends. I waited until he was by himself.

His friends walked to the kitchen to pour another drink. He stood there and looked at the guitar that was on a stand in the corner of the room. I walked towards him, I felt excited and brave. My normal shy personality vanished. As I got closer he looked at me, and we made eye contact.

“Hi, Andrew.” I said

“Hello.” He said looking at me surprised.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked

“Yes Britney, I know who you are.” He said

My heart fluttered. I didn’t even know if he ever noticed me before. He even knew my name! I smiled at him and felt my heart beating faster in my chest. He offered me his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you finally.” He said

I shook his hand, and without a thought in my head I leaned closer and put my lips on his mouth. I couldn’t believe how brave I was. The alcohol made me fear nothing. He opened his mouth and I played with his tongue. We made out in the corner for a few moments. He kept kissing me as he walked me backwards and led me into the bedroom. He kept walking and I back peddled as I kissed him, until I fell backwards on the bed. He climbed on top of me and we kissed more. He pulled his head up breaking our kiss. He began undoing my belt buckle, and the button of my jeans.

“I…I don’t think we should do this yet.” I mumbled

“Yes, I think we should. I want you Britney I have wanted you since I first saw you.” He said

My heart fluttered again. I have dreamed about Andrew. I never really thought about him in a sexual way. I just always thought about what it would be like to be his girlfriend. I had fantasies of walking down the isle in a beautiful white wedding dress, with Brandon waiting for me at the altar. I pictured how handsome he would look in a white tuxedo.

I was flattered and happy that he liked me too. I was really exited that I finally got to talk to him. But I didn’t want to do this. Maybe when I got to know him better, and I became his girlfriend, I would like to have sex with him. Not tonight though. Not like this. I was heavily intoxicated, and my head was buzzing. My pussy moistened and I was horny. I realized I wasn’t going to stop him. I have never been good at saying no anyway.

I was on my back on the bed and I looked at him as he got my pants undone. He stood up and grabbed my jeans by the waist line. He used a lot of force to pull my skin tight jeans off of me. I felt nervous and unsure. He threw my jeans on the floor. He stood up and looked at me as he furiously took off his pants. I looked at his waist and saw his hard cock come out of his boxers. He grabbed the band of my panties. I felt embarrassed as he looked at my bare cunt as he pulled them off of me. This is it, this is my last chance to stop this before it goes farther then I want it to. I starred at the ceiling fan and tried to think of how to tell him I don’t want to do this.

Before I had time to react I felt his cock slide in my wet pussy. My eyes opened wide. What an incredible feeling. I have had sex a few times before, but I haven’t really found much pleasure in it. He started thrusting inside me and I closed my eyes and moaned as he fucked me. It was like a tickling sensation that felt really good, as the skin of his penis rubbed the walls inside my pussy. I could feel the top of his cock massaging my clit as it moved. The muscles in my abdomen were tightening more and more by the second. My throat seemed to be locked and I moaned uncontrollably. It felt like it would if you got punched in the stomach, but in a good way. My heart was beating fast. Every nerve tingled. My whole body tightened. I closed my eyes tight, and my mouth opened wide as I felt an incredible feeling shoot through me.

My body relaxed and I felt calm again. I was totally at peace with the world, and I didn’t want Brandon to stop. Suddenly I heard the door open. My eyes opened wide and I looked at Andrew’s face. He turned his head to look at the door.

“What’s up guys?” He said proudly.

“Dude, Andrew is fucking some chick in here.” I heard a male voice come from the door. I heard footsteps come in the room. Suddenly the lights came on. I looked up at Andrew as he continued to fuck me. Suddenly two guys walked up to the bed, and looked down at me. I recognized one of them from school, and the other one I didn’t know.

“Dude, that’s Britney.” The one said

My heart dropped, I felt completely humiliated. I thought for one moment that Brandon actually liked me. He just let his friends come in the room and see me naked. I laid on the bed, I didn’t know what else to do other then cover my face. Brandon kept fucking me and I glanced up and saw the two boys looking down at me. The one that I didn’t know worked his cock out of his pants. He rested it on my face between my eyes, then he pulled it up and quickly snapped it down slapping me in the face. The three boys laughed. The one from school grabbed my right arm and I felt my hand touch his dick. He used my hand to jack himself off. The other one continued rubbing his cock on my forehead.

‘I am just going to get up and run’, I thought. My pants and underwear were on the floor. ‘I will get up grab my jeans and I can use them to cover myself. I will bolt through the living room, out to my car and get out of here. I will drive some where I can be alone and I will cry until I start to recover from this’.

I lifted my head to see where my jeans were laying. I told myself to go, but I remained still. I didn’t have the courage to get up and walk out of there. I looked up at Andrew, his face was exited as he continued fucking me.

I made eye contact with him. He looked at me and he looked sympathetic as he looked at my sad expression.

“Can we please shut the door?” I asked as my voice cracked.

He looked at me with a sorrowful look and nodded his head. I don’t think he meant to hurt me. I came on to him like a drunken whore. He was really drunk himself. If I wouldn’t have approached him like such a slut, this would have turned out totally different.