- X -
“We should totally make out.”
It wasn’t the first time Jenny had suggested this. She always said that we should do it to put on a show for the boys and that it would really turn them on, but I got the impression that for the most part it was just because she wanted to make out with me.
“Sure.” I was feeling rebellious and restless. Since Max had spanked me (and seriously, I still can’t believe he actually did that) things had been a little strange. For a start the spanking had actually worked. I’d been good to my word and tried not to be as much of a brat. But things were weird between us.
Or maybe it was just me. Max didn’t even acknowledge anything had happened and just took it all in his stride. That was part of the problem. Whenever I saw him I was reminded of the mind blowing orgasm he’d given me while I lay over his knees, my ass still red and burning from my spanking. I was also reminded of just how hard his cock had been as it pressed against my stomach.
Max had gone from being the most annoying person on the planet to being the only thing I could think about. And the fact that he didn’t seem to be interested in me at all made him even more annoying.
So I was feeling rebellious. I was feeling restless. I’d had a lot to drink. And when Jenny suggested that we should totally make out to put on a show for the boys I said yes.
I was already wearing a fairly scandalous swimsuit. When I had brought it home Max had taken one look at it and insisted I return it immediately. But I had ignored him and kept it hidden in my room. Now that he and Mom were out of town and I’d been invited to a little pool party at my best friend Jenny’s house, it seemed like the perfect time to try it out.
When I first stepped out of the house in the swimsuit I was pretty nervous. It’s one thing for it to look glamorous and sexy in the store, but when you’re actually wearing it out in public in front of other people? That’s when you realize just how small it actually is and how much of your body you are putting on display.
A thin triangle of shimmering gold material struggled to cover my crotch. It tapered to almost nothing behind me and I could feel it riding up my ass when I walked. It was cut really high on the hips, showing off a lot of way-too-pale skin, as well as having a dramatically plunging neckline that did its best with my modest cleavage.
When I’d stepped out on the deck you could almost hear the jaws dropping. Despite being a bit of a troublemaker I didn’t usually wear anything this revealing and something like this was way out of character for me. Jenny in particular couldn’t take her eyes off me.
A couple of the boys laughed nervously and I poked my tongue out at them. I may be a little shy at times, but I know I’m hot. Not like supermodel hot, but good enough for these guys.
And then, to put on a show for them, Jenny and I kissed.
It was not what I had expected. I had kissed a couple of boys before and it usually felt like I was under attack. This was different. Her lips were so soft as they parted and instead of an attack it felt like an invitation. An invitation to kiss her back. I did, and we explored each other. Slowly at first, like we were unfamiliar with the terrain, and then with more gusto. I became lost in the kiss, the raucous comments of those around us fading to a dull background noise.
When she broke from me I drew a sharp gasping breath and took half a step backwards. She looked at me with a big I-told-you-so grin. I was still gasping for air, shocked by the unexpected intensity of the moment we had shared.
“Show us your tits!”
A moment that was broken by a shout from one of the boys.
“Tits! Tits! Tits!”
Jenny looked at me and shrugged, before pulling her shirt over her head in a single fluid motion. The boys watching us went wild when they saw her big teardrop shaped breasts. I had to admit they were impressive. I stood transfixed for a moment, wondering what it would feel like to cup one in the palm of my hand.
Then Jenny jumped in the pool and it was just me, standing there, with a dozen expectant friends watching me. I took a deep breath and pulled the top half of my swimsuit down, allowing both of my breasts to pop free. Not big, certainly not in the same league as Jenny. But they were pert and cheeky and I’d had no complaints.
I dived into the pool to a chorus of cheers and wolf whistles. I paddled around for a bit waiting for the excitement to die down. It soon did. The music was turned back up, people grabbed another beer and went back to sucking whatever face they had been sucking before the show.
I toyed briefly with the idea of finding Jenny again. Maybe we could kiss a little more somewhere private, but something held me back. Instead I grabbed a towel, headed inside and called a cab. I used to love parties. I loved the noise and the dancing and the drinking, but tonight had been different. Apart from a brief moment when Jenny was kissing me, I hadn’t been enjoying myself and I didn’t really feel like trying to enjoy myself. I just wanted to go home.
- X -
With Max away with my mother I had no curfew to worry about, but for once I would have been home in time anyway. I moped around the big empty house for a while, but wasn’t in the mood for TV and didn’t have the energy for anything else, so I turned in for an early night.