rChapter 34 – Banging in the New Year

_December 31, 1981, Greater Chicagoland, Illinois_


{_ "Imagine," she whispered, grinding her crotch against mine, "doing this lying down, with my legs wrapped around you." _}

Oh, I could imagine, and it had what I was sure was the desired reaction - my jeans became uncomfortably tight, and Sally rubbed against my hard shaft, though it was separated by her panties, her jeans, my jeans, and my briefs. As I struggled to avoid making a mess, I marveled at the number of girls who were coming on to me.

If I took advantage of every opportunity, I could easily have two dozen girls before I had to make a decision about Bev. My biggest concern then would be having the willpower to resist girls who came onto me once I was in a committed relationship, no matter with whom it might be. Most of the suits took full advantage of their situation, married or not. That was something I resolved never to do. But before then...well, I could just enjoy it.

Those fantasies, which could be reality, did have to be controlled, including the one about Sally. I'd been paired with Phoebe, and I was going out with Allyson the next day, so it seemed a bit tacky to try to do what Sally had suggested. But that didn't prevent the fantasy playing out in my mind of her long legs wrapped around me in bed.

"Yeah," I whispered back, trying to be non-committal so as not to put myself in a bad spot with Allyson or Phoebe.

The song ended, and I excused myself to use the bathroom, where I willed my erection away. Thankfully, it went away after a few minutes, so I took a leak, washed my hands, and returned to the great room, and went to the cooler to get a Coke. Allyson came up to me and stood close.

"Problems?" she asked with a smirk.

"Only temporary," I chuckled.

"There's a guest room upstairs, first door on the left. We'll dance again after _Twister_, before midnight."

"That seems kind of tacky," I replied.

"Partners are only for the games and the kiss at midnight."

A couple of other people came over to the cooler, so Alyssa directed me to the far end of the room by the patio door.

"Can I ask something?" I inquired.

"Sure."

"If you like me, what's the deal?"

Alyssa smiled, "I do, but I know you don't want to go steady, and I'm OK with that. And tonight is basically a free-for-all, if you will. I'll have you all to myself tomorrow! I'm not the jealous kind, obviously, and I actually horned-in on you and Kristy, so it's not like I could complain without being a real bitch."

"And Phoebe?"

"Well, if you guys win, she's going to share the prize with you! And, as I said, everyone knows it's only for the games and midnight. I guarantee you others will do the same thing, and not with their partners. I mean, I know for a fact two of the girls are virgins, and they won't do that, but their guys are free to do it with other girls, if they're willing. Actually, I only know for sure about Kristy, me, and Abigail, so there could be five virgins, or only two, Trust me, it was all discussed beforehand. Nobody here will be catty or jealous. At the last party Abigail was with a different guy than she was paired with for the games and nobody was upset."

"I'm curious - what happens if someone starts going steady?"

"Then they don't come to THIS kind of party. We had a few times like that in High School when we had 'Spin the Bottle' parties and couples who were steady just didn't attend. We had other parties that were meant for couples or bringing a date."

I'd heard rumors of those kinds of parties starting in Junior High, but I'd never believed them, and neither had Bev. But we were socially isolated, so it was entirely possible the stories were true, and we'd missed out because we spent all our time together. The question was, would Phoebe be upset if I took Sally up on her offer? Asking directly seemed extremely tacky, as I'd said, and that made it very unlikely.

"OK," I replied, then temporized, "I'll play it by ear."

We rejoined the group and Kristy and Allyson unfolded two _Twister_ mats. I'd never played, but I knew the concept. My only concern was possible entanglement with another guy while wearing just briefs or boxers, but I decided that wasn't an uncrossable line.

"Two teams on each matt," Allyson said. "Points are scored when someone falls or can't complete the required movement. That means each round will have either two or three points, with scores of 2-0 or 2-1. Everyone will get three rounds against a random couple, so the maximum points you can score are eight. If Jonathan and Phoebe score six points, they'll win."

Phoebe squeezed my arm, and said quietly, "We _have_ to win!"

"I'll do my best!"

"James, would you stoke the fire, please? Everyone is going to strip down to their underwear. Guys that means briefs or boxers; girls, that means panties and bra. Everything else comes off!"

James did as Allyson asked and everyone else began undressing. I scanned the room, taking in the gorgeous female flesh that was being displayed, even if the most important parts were still covered. All of the girls were in decent shape, which I remembered was true of the Prep girls at Goshen High. Sally was the thinnest, with small breasts and a flat stomach, and her bare legs were flat-out gorgeous; Abigail had very nice curves and her bra barely contained her ample breasts. I decided, after surveying the girls, that I was absolutely a 'leg and ass' man, rather than a 'breast man' as the guys back home I occasionally hung out with were.

Allyson drew random marbles and the first two 'bouts', as it were, were Sally and Ted with Rachel and Jake, and Abigail and Paul with Bianca and Mick. Allyson spun the spinner, and the game began with 'left foot, red'.

"Teams cannot use the same spot," Allyson added. "But it's OK to use the same spot as the other team. You can steady yourself anywhere on the mat with your hand, but off mat, or any body part other than hand or foot, and that's a fall."

She spun a total of four times before the first person fell, giving Rachel and Jake a point. In the end, the scores were 2-1 on both mats, with Rachel and Jake and Abigail and Paul having two points, That was good for us, as neither of the teams who scored two points was close enough to pass us.

When it was our turn, we were paired with Allyson and Barry, and Kristy and James were paired with Julie and Tom. Bianca spun and called out 'right hand, green', and all four of us moved to pick a green circle. The next spin was 'left foot, red', which was fairly easy to accomplish. The same was true for 'right foot, yellow', as was the next spin, 'right hand, blue'. Things became complicated with 'left hand, green', and as she tried to move, Allyson bumped Barry, and he fell, giving us a point. Three spins later, Allyson fell, trying to move her leg underneath Phoebe to get it to a yellow circle. meaning we won 2-0. The other mat had Kristy and James wining 2-1.

The match proceeded with Phoebe and me winning 2-1 against Julie and Tom, but losing 2-1 against Sally and Ted, with Phoebe falling in the first, and me falling in the second, though it was because my knee touched the mat as I moved. The final score meant that we had won, and Phoebe was ecstatic. She gave me a very nice kiss and a tight hug as thanks.

James and Jake folded up the mats and put them away, and everyone got dressed. I would very much have liked to dance in just my briefs, but I didn't want to show off an erection any more than I wanted to see one. Once everyone was dressed, we had about an hour before midnight to dance. I danced with Phoebe, then Allyson, then Kristy. After the third dance, I went to use the bathroom, and when I returned, Phoebe grabbed my hand for another dance.

"Allyson told me what Sally wants," she said quietly. "I want that, too, but I want my first time to be special, and fall asleep together afterwards."

"You're a virgin?" I asked quietly, not believing how things were developing.

Phoebe kissed my cheek.

"Yes," she said quietly. "It's OK if you want to be with Sally tonight. I want to make love with you in the hotel for hours, then fall asleep in your arms."

"I like how that sounds," I replied. "Do you know the details about the voucher?"

"We just need to call to make a reservation."

"What about your parents?" I asked.

"Kristy will cover for me," she said. "I mean, I'm eighteen, so it's none of my parents business, but it's easier if they don't know why I'm out for the night! I can call the hotel after our dance and see what they have available."

"That sounds good," I replied. "Very good, in fact. Birth control?"

"I'm on the Pill. I thought my first time might be tonight, so I got a prescription about six weeks ago. Then when I heard about the prizes, I decided I wanted to win!"

"What if you didn't want the guy who you were paired with?"

Phoebe laughed softly, "There are two rooms in the suite! But after that first kiss, I was sure I wanted you. I've just been waiting for the right guy to come along. But not here, where we'd have to rush, and couldn't sleep together afterwards because I have to be home by 2:00am."

"And if we hadn't won?" I asked.

She laughed softly, "Then I probably would have done it tonight with you. No, I'm sure I would have. But honestly, I want the night in the hotel, because it will be perfect! Do you have any nights you can't do it?"

I shook my head, "No. I'm free whenever. Well, not tomorrow, because I have a date with Allyson."

"She told me! I'd go out with you if you asked, but that can wait until after the hotel!"

"So our first date..."

"...will be lots of fun!" she exclaimed, then kissed my cheek.

Phoebe and I finished our dance and, as I could have guessed, Sally came over and asked me to dance. We wrapped our arms around each other and pressed our bodies together and swayed to the music.

"I want you," she whispered in my ear. "I _need_ you!"

She planted gentle kisses on my neck, each one increasing my desire. I could think of no good reason not to, and with what amounted to 'permission;' from both Allyson and Phoebe, it seemed silly to turn down a girl who wanted to go to bed with me.

"Birth control?" I asked, taking zero chances, despite Kristy's assurances.

"Every girl here is on the Pill," she replied. "And nobody will say anything. Rachel and Ted already disappeared."

"Is there more than one guest room?"

"They're in the library."

That answered the question about Ted which had formed in my mind. He was obviously not going to complain about me being with Sally if he was with Rachel. I wondered how that had come about, then realized probably the same way my situation had. But curiosity got the best of me.

"Why me and not him?" I asked.

"He's about five inches shorter than me! You're the only guy who's taller, though James is about the same height. I prefer guys my height or taller."

"You're pretty tall," I replied.

"All legs, too!" she said with a sultry smile. "I play volleyball at Northwestern."

"Freshman?"

"Sophomore."

"What major?"

"Phys ed with an education minor. I plan to be a High School gym teacher."

The song finished, and Sally released me then took my hand. I willingly let her lead me to the staircase, then up to the second floor and into the first room on the right. She turned on the light, shut ad locked the door, then turned to face me.

"We only have about forty minutes," she said, pulling her polo shirt over her head.

We shed our clothes and both stood and looked each other up and down. She had absolutely no pubic hair, something that I'd never seen, though my experience was obviously limited.

"I was on the swim team in High School," she said noticing that I'd noticed. "Most female swimmers shave, and I liked it that way, so I keep it. And you have a VERY nice package!"

"Thanks," I replied.

"Let's put that to good use!"

We moved into each other's arms, French kissed, and pressed our bodies tightly together. I ran my hands over her back and her firm butt, and she did the same to me. We kissed for a few minutes before we moved to the bed and pulled down the bedspread, blanket, and top sheet.

"I need you to lick me to make sure I'm wet enough," Sally said as we climbed into bed.

I had zero objections, though I started by suckling on the nipples of her very small breasts. She wasn't flat-chested, and it dawned on me that having large breasts would probably preclude swimming, as the kids on the High School swim team back home had all been tall and relatively thin. After a few minutes I kissed my way down to Sally's bare mons, which was as smooth as could be. I slipped my arms under her legs, and pushed my tongue between her labia. She tasted VERY good, and I licked and sucked until she was dripping wet, then moved up and positioned the head of my dick against her.

I looked into her eyes, she nodded, and I pushed into her silky folds. I had no trouble burying myself in her, and as she'd promised, she wrapped her legs tightly around my butt, then wrapped her arms around me.

"I like it hard and fast," Sally said breathlessly.

I was more than happy to oblige and after a few moderate strokes, we began fucking hard and fast, just as she'd requested. It wasn't really possible to kiss, so I put my head next to hers and simply pounded her into the mattress as she moved her hips with wanton abandon. Soon, we were both breathing hard, and our bodies became slick with sweat. Sally had one orgasm before I came and a second one as the third spurt of cum left my dick. When our orgasms passed, I stayed on top of her, and she kept her arms and legs wrapped around me.

"I guessed right," she said after a couple of minutes. "That was awesome!"

"We have time for another round, if you want."

"I'm not going to say 'no' to a guy who's hung and knows how to use it!"

We had a second energetic fuck before sneaking across the hall to the bathroom for a joint shower. After we had rinsed off the sweat and other fluids, we dried off and wrapped towels around us to go back to the guest bedroom to dress. Once we dressed, we exchanged a nice French kiss.

"Thanks," she said. "That was lots of fun!"

"I agree," I replied.

We exchanged another kiss, then headed back downstairs. Allyson came over to me and took my had for a dance.

"Have fun?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, I did!" I replied.

"Did you want me to invite Kristy for tomorrow night?"

"No," I replied. "Unless you really want that, I prefer our date to be just the two of us."

She squeezed her arms tightly around me to show her appreciation, and making it clear I'd given the right answer. I actually would have loved to have another threesome, but given how Allyson had treated me, I felt having a one-on-one date was the right thing to do.

When the song ended, Phoebe took Allyson's place in my arms for a dance.

"The hotel actually had a suite available next week, Saturday; I booked it. We can have the room from 1:00pm Saturday until 10:00am Sunday."

"Sounds good!"

"I was thinking about the Shaw's certificate and the Marshall Field's certificate and we could use those on Friday evening, if you wanted, so that we don't waste a second of time on Saturday!"

"That's fine," I replied.

"Then I can buy a sexy negligée! You can help me pick it out."

"That sounds like fun!" I agreed.

We finished our dance and then I danced with Julie, Kristy, and Bianca, each in turn, before Allyson got everyone's attention for the midnight countdown. She and Kristy poured champagne in the glasses, finishing with about thirty seconds to go. Everyone got their glass, and we counted down from ten. At midnight, after exclaiming 'Happy New Year!', everyone drank their champagne and kissed their partner. The French kiss with Phoebe was really nice and held the promise of very enjoyable night in the hotel in a weeks' time.


_January 1, 1982, Greater Chicagoland, Illinois_

After everyone had a second glass of champagne, Allyson went to the kitchen to rinse one of the bottles, and when she returned got all the guys into large circle on the floor.

"The girls will spin, and French kiss whichever guy the bottle points to for one minute. When all the girls are done spinning, we switch places and the guys spin for the second round, and so on."

My luck was good, with Allyson and Phoebe both spinning me. When we switched, my spin was Bianca, and I very much enjoyed a French kiss with her. The third round, only Abigail spun me, and then I spun Sally, very much enjoying both kisses.

"Next round, kissing, but also touching above the waist," Allyson said. "Girls decide if it's over their shirt, over their bra, or skin."

I had the pleasure of having Abigail and Kristy both spin me, and to my extreme delight, Abigail unhooked her bra and allowed me to play with her large breasts for a full minute while we kissed. Kristy did the same, as did the other girls except Julie, Rachel, and Phoebe, who only allowed the guys to touch them over their shirts. When it was my turn to spin, I was delighted to spin Abigail again, and fondled her for the full minute while we French kissed.

"OK, next two rounds are four minutes, kissing and touching anywhere. Everyone decides over or under clothing."

I decided I'd mirror whatever the girl decided, which seemed like the right way to handle it. Unfortunately, my luck ran out, and none of the girls spun me. When it was my turn, I spun Bianca and went to sit beside her.

"It's up to you," I said.

"You can touch my skin," she said.

"Same," I replied.

She unhooked her bra and we lay down on our sides facing each other. I slipped my hand under her blouse and cupped her firm breast while she put her hand on my chest under my polo. We began French kissing, and when she slid her hand down to my stomach, I did the same, slipping my fingers into the waist of her jeans, then under her panties. Bianca gasped when I pressed the tip of my finger against her clit, then gasped again when she grasped my shaft.

"Jesus," she whispered as she gently stroked me.

We resumed kissing and when time was called, I made a point of pressing my finger, which was slick with her juices, into my mouth. The taste was musky, and I wondered if there was any chance of getting it on my tongue direct from the source, knowing it was very unlikely.

"Good?" she asked saucily.

"Very!" I replied.

The game ended after that round, and everyone danced for a bit, switching partners as we had before. Just after 1:00pm, Ted, Julie, Rachel, and Jake all left, then not long after, everyone except Bianca and Kristy left.

"I need to go get my sister from Kristy's house," Allyson said. "I'll be back in about twenty minutes. Would you help Bianca change the sheets in the guest room? She's sleeping there."

"Sure," I replied.

Allyson left and Bianca and I went upstairs.

"How come you're sleeping over?" I asked.

"My parents absolutely forbade me being in a car after midnight. Some friends of theirs were killed three years ago by a drunk driver on New Year's. They'll pick me up at 9:00am."

I stripped the soiled sheets from the bed, so as to save Bianca from touching them, and not knowing what to do with them, I put them out in the hallway to carry downstairs after we put the clean sheets on the bed.

"What's this first thing? I asked.

"A mattress protector," Bianca said. "It's used for kids to prevent any accidents from ruining the mattress. I suspect it helps keep the mess from sex seeping through. I saw a pretty big wet spot before you pulled the fitted sheet from the bed."

She had a point, and it was something I hadn't considered. I was going to buy a larger, nicer bed when I moved, and it would make sense to protect the mattress from the 'mess from sex' as Bianca had called it.

"Makes sense," I replied.

"It smells kind of funky; did you really like how it tastes?"

"I did," I replied. "Very much."

"I liked how you touched me," she said invitingly. "You could taste it again, if you wanted."

I nearly laughed at the near-farcical situation, not just with Bianca, but with Phoebe, Sally, Kristy, and Allyson. I hadn't realized just how horny High School and college girls were, apparently including girls as young as Jeri and Allyson's sister, Clara. I could think of no good reason not to repeat what Bianca and I had already done during the game, and by my rough guess, we had fifteen minutes before Allyson returned.

I held out my arms and Bianca came to me, and we exchanged a gentle French kiss. I wanted to give her an orgasm, so, to make things easier, I had her turn so that her back was to me. I pushed my hands up under her blouse, unhooked her bra, then slid them around to cup her breasts. I strummed her nipples with my thumbs, then slid one had down and deftly unbuttoned her jeans, making it easier to slip my hand into her panties.

I kissed Bianca's neck, then gently pushed my middle finger between her legs, running it along her labia which were already moist. I pulled my finger back, found her clit, and Bianca groaned as I massaged it with the tip of my finger, while playing with her nipple with my other hand. Bianca moaned softly as I pleasured her with my fingers and kissed her neck, occasionally sliding my finger along her increasingly slick labia.

I wanted a taste of the juices that were liberally coating my finger, so I slipped my hand from Bianca's panties. She whimpered, but then turned her head so she could see me suck her juices from my middle finger. I savored the musky flavor, then slowly slid my hand through her soft pubic hair and once again began massaging Bianca's clit. About a minute later, she moaned, shuddered, squeezed her legs together, and groaned loudly.

"Don't stop!" she panted.

I continued rubbing her clit and teasing her nipple, leaving Bianca gasping for breath as waves of pleasure rolled over her. When her orgasm had run its course, I took the opportunity to lick her juices from my finger, and when Bianca didn't move away, I decided to try for a second orgasm for her. I wasn't worried about me, as I was sure Allyson and I would fool around before falling asleep.

"Oh, God!" Bianca gasped when I began gently rubbing her again, though I switched hands, so I could play with her other nipple.

"Do...you...want...to...fuck...me?" she whispered, breathing heavily between each word.

I absolutely did, and with no thought about anything other than Bianca's sexy body, I pushed her jeans and panties down, then helped her step out of them. Next I removed her blouse and she let her already unhooked bra fall to the floor. She climbed into bed and I studied her body as I undressed - dark black hair, brown eyes, light brown skin, medium breasts with large brown nipples, shapely legs, a perfectly trimmed V of pubic hair, and just the right amount of curves for my taste.

When I got into the bed, I moved between Bianca's legs and couldn't resist tasting her directly, so I ran my tongue between her labia, bottom to top, then sucked gently on her clit. I moved over her, supported myself on one arm, and grasped my shaft. I rubbed the head along Bianca's slick labia, then slowly pushed forward, spreading her labia and entering her slick tunnel. I released my shaft, supported myself on both hands, and watched Bianca's face as I moved further into her.

Once I was fully inside her, I lowered myself onto her, French kissed her, and began slowly and gently thrusting in and out. After about a dozen strokes, Bianca wrapped her legs around my thighs and began moving with me, maintaining the slow, steady rhythm. She had two very good orgasms before I pushed deep inside her and had my own extremely pleasurable release.

"Bravo!" Allyson exclaimed from the door of the bedroom which we'd failed to close.

"Yeah!" Clara exclaimed, breathlessly.

"Oh!" Bianca gasped, looking to cover herself but being unable to move because I was on top of her.

I turned to see not just Allyson, but Clara, standing in the doorway. I reached down and managed to grasp the bedspread and pull it over us.

"A bit of privacy, please," I pleaded.

Allyson laughed, nodded, and closed the door.

"I'm sorry," I said to Bianca.

"How long were they there?"

"I have no clue," I replied.

"It was awesome," she sighed. "But I could have done without the audience."

"Me, too. I should probably shower and go talk to Allyson."

Bianca and I exchanged a pair of soft kisses, and I grabbed my clothes and snuck across the hall to the bathroom where I quickly showered and dressed, then went to Allyson's room, shutting the door behind me.

"How long were you there?" I asked.

"Before you got undressed. I was afraid you might have seen us, but you obviously didn't."

"I'm not sure that was a good idea," I replied.

"The door was open! You can't blame me for looking or Clara for being VERY curious."

"Yes, but Bianca?"

"Will be able to tell her story about having an audience when she lost her cherry!"

"You can't be serious!"

"What? About her being a virgin? Or about telling the story?"

"Uhm, both, actually."

"Let me go talk to her," Allyson said. "I'll be right back."

She was gone about five minutes.

"She's OK," Allyson said. "She doesn't regret being with you and she's not upset with me, just a bit embarrassed."

"I suggest not doing that in the future," I said gently. "You could really hurt someone."

"You?"

I shrugged, "I'm not angry or upset, just concerned. I don't think sex is a spectator sport, well, unless the spectators are also participants!"

Allyson giggled, "So you liked the threesome, did you?"

"You could say that!"

"Let's go to bed. It's after 2:00am and Bianca is being picked up at 9:00am."

We undressed, got into bed, and I enjoyed the very tight fit as Allyson gently rode me until we both came, then stretched out half on top of me before we both fell asleep.

We were up in time to have a breakfast of Pop-Tarts before Bianca's mom arrived to pick her up. Once she'd left, I helped Allyson and Clara clean up the house. It actually wasn't too bad, mostly crumbs from chips that needed to be swept up, and empty pop cans which needed to be collected.

Kristy joined us for lunch, bringing her sister with her, as well as another girl, who she introduced as Kristina, an exchange student from Sweden, who had sparkling blue eyes and long blonde hair. All of us, including Clara, had lunch together, and then Kristy, Allyson, and I went to use the Jacuzzi. I'd never been in one, but I very much enjoyed the jets of warm water which swirled around our naked bodies.

"I think I want one of these when I finally buy a house," I said.

"It's awesome to come inside during the winter and get into the tub to warm up," Allyson confirmed.

"I assume you usually wear a bathing suit?"

"If it's anyone but me and Kristy, yes. It would be more than a bit weird to be in here with my dad or mom."

"That would be more than a bit strange," I replied.

"According to Kristina, they use it naked in their sauna as a family," Kristy said.

"I guess it's cultural," I observed. "I mean, everything you hear about Sweden is that they are much freer with sex than we are here."

Though after the last few weeks, I had to wonder if it was just that they talked about it, because the sheer amount of sex I'd had, as well as the many offers I hadn't availed myself of, said things were pretty free here, too.

"I think things changed from the 60s," Kristy said. "My aunt tells me that things were pretty free back then. You know, the 'free love' movement?"

"I don't know much about that," I replied. "It wasn't really covered in our history books, which basically ended with the assassinations of John F. Kennedy. I didn't take the class that covered recent history, because it wasn't required."

"I only know because of stories my aunt tells. She was at Woodstock."

"The big concert in New York, right?"

"Yes, in 1969. In fact, Phoebe was there. She was six, I think. My parents were WAY too conservative to be part of that scene."

When we were about to get out of the water, Clara, Marie, and Kristina came into the room with the Jacuzzi.

"Allyson, you and Kristy can leave!" Clara declared. "We want Jonathan to pop all three of our cherries!"

Kristy and Allyson laughed, and got out of the Jacuzzi while the three girls dropped their robes revealing gorgeous naked bodies. That sight overrode any concerns I had about their ages and I didn't object as they got into the water. It was going to be one hell of an afternoon! I only hoped the three young teenagers were ready for what I had for them!