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VIRGIN ON THE VERGE mmmmm/f teen
By Dr. Wu
CHAPTER TWO
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"Virgin on the Verge" is completely fiction, and any resemblance to
real persons is completely coincidental. However, the teenage game "Five
Minutes" is real, and a popular past time at high school (and even some
middle school) parties, with all sorts of variations.
CHAPTER TWO
Musical Introduction:
"There are men of 19 or 20
Who are suave, and reckless, and true
Older men, who'll give a girl plenty
I've got a lot of living to do!"
"Got a lot of Living to Do," from "Bye-Bye Birdie," lyrics by Lee
Adams
(And you could do worse than imagine Ann-Margret in the movie version
as the ultimate jailbait princess when you read about Allison)
VIRGIN ON THE VERGE CHAPTER TWO
An hour later, the party at the Roches was in full swing. The girls
and boys (some of them young men, actually) had arrived in dribs and
drabs, all of them ready to party hearty at a house where the parents
weren't home. Rikki had let it be known that she would look the other way
for minor infractions, but she wouldn't allow anyone to get so drunk that
he or she couldn't drive home, and there would be no horseplay that might
break anything in the house. She was already in the doghouse with her
folks and the last thing she needed was for them to come home and find
cigarette ashes ground into the cream-colored pile carpeting or a broken
lamp shoved hastily in the trash can in the garage.
Several boys had brought 12-packs of beer, and a couple had brought
bottles of Jack Daniels. Kids were drinking and getting loose, and on the
back deck, a group was passing a joint, letting the sweet reefer smell
drift away on the night breeze.
Nikki worked the party, making sure everyone was having fun, but not
getting too out of control. The four other girls there besides herself
and Allison were all juniors at Pope, all in Nikki's crowd or on the
fringe. Nikki had promised them if they came to the party there would be
two guys for every girl, increasing their odds of being sought after.
Nikki had invited her boyfriend Kevin and a few guy friends from Pope,
and Rikki had made phone calls to some old friends from college. Six
college guys, all 20 or 21, had agreed to attend on the understanding
that there would be loose high school girls drinking heavily., and that
there was a surprise planned for later in the evening that guaranteed -
yes, boys, that's right - guaranteed - that a high school girl would be
blowing every guy at the party. Liquor, drunk girls and a guaranteed blow
job: If Rikki hadn't sworn the six young men to secrecy on pain of death,
word would have spread and there would have 300 rutting males at the
Roche's front door.
Allison rarely attended co-ed parties, and the few she had been to at
school (heavily chaperoned) had found her nervous and mousy, talking with
a few girlfriends in the corner. She had started out like that tonight,
but soon was drawn out of her shell by all the male attention.
"So, beautiful, what's your name?" a handsome boy asked Allison,
leaning in to leer at her chest.
"Lyle, it's me, Allison. From chemistry!"
"Allison? That's you? Man, I don't believe it. You are so hot! What
happened?"
She blushed furiously. "Nikki gave me a little makeover, that's all.
So how's it goin'?"
"It's goin' great,. now that I found you. You are looking so fine. Do
you want a drink?"
"No, I just finished a beer, and I'm not used to drinking, so I don't
want another one yet."
Allison's back was against a wall, and Lyle leaned in toward her. She
could smell beer on his breath, and his aftershave, and feel the
intensity of his gaze. His body was just inches away from hers, and
Allison shifted nervously. As she did so, her nipples again brushed
against the inside of her blouse, making them flutter. They had been
doing that all evening, and the more it happened, the more it seemed to
be affecting her. At first it had just been a mild irritant, but they had
started to get erect, and once erect, they had stayed that way. And the
more the little pink nubs rubbed and rubbed against the fabric, the more
strange feelings began to course through her body, feelings that always
ended up in her crotch, in the dampening secret place between her legs.
She knew, even though she couldn't see very well without her glasses,
that Lyle was stealing peeks at her chest, and she felt confused and
ashamed and, she had to admit, a little pleased by his attention.
She thought again about slipping back upstairs and changing. She could
put on a bra so that maybe her nipples wouldn't always be so sensitive.
She could put on her glasses so she could actually see who she was
talking to. But that would mean walking awayn from Lyle Burke, one of the
most popular boys in school, whose only words to her in the past six
months had been to ask to copy her homework.
"Hey, pal, who's your friend?" asked a strange male voice. Allison
looked up and saw a tall boy with a light brown moustache looming over
Lyle's shoulder, sending definite male signals that he was horning in on
the action.
"My name's Justin," he said, "sticking a hand out to Allison to shake,
moving right past Lyle. "What's yours, babe?"
Babe? This incredibly handsome boy had called her Babe? Allison was
practically swooning from the attention. She'd only had one beer, but the
small amount of alcohol, the atmosphere of young hormones all packed into
one house, the constant rub-rub-rubbing on her stiff young nipples, the
fact that everything was half out of focus, all of this combined to go
straight to the naive young virgin's head. Someone had called her a Babe!
"I'm Allison Witt."
"Scuse me," Justin said, and just elbowed Lyle aside. The Pope student
started to protest, but Justin Lake had several inches and about 30
pounds on him, and the high schooler went off to get another beer,
letting the college student move in.
"I'm Justin, Allison. And I want to ask you a serious question: Have
you ever had a moustache ride?"
"Uh, no, uh, what do you mean?" Allison stammered. Justin just smiled,
his blue eyes twinkling, and stroked his moustache. Ohmigod! Allison
suddenly thought. He means, uh, I know what he means. She turned beet red
at the implication, but she was also aware that something was definitely
stirring in her stomach. Actually, lower. Her little clit was perking up,
her pussy was feeling jangly, she felt like her palms were sweating.
"So I guess maybe we have to start a little slower, huh?" Justin said.
"How about if I give you a little kiss?"
Before she could even decide (She wanted it, but she shouldn't, but
she wanted it), the college student bent forward and planted his lips
gently but firmly over Allison's mouth. He moved his body forward,
pressing her against the wall, and she could feel the entire length of
him pressed up against the entire length of her. His hand came out and
took her by the chin, holding her head in place. His mouth was open, she
could taste tobacco, or maybe dope, and then his tongue was moving into
mouth.
The teenaged girl felt as if she was going to faint. He was so
smooth, so romantic, she was having her first kiss at her first real
party, and it wasn't gross or sloppy like some of her friends talked
about. She felt his tongue in her mouth and it was like that wet male
organ was moving right down her body, licking her nipples, then licking
lower, at her special spot. Her nipples, which had been stiff, now
throbbed, and she so did her her pussy. Oh God, she thought, what's
happening, all of a sudden I'm so horny, I want this boy, this Justin,
just keep kissing me and kissing me.
And he did. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed back,
sucking his hot boy tongue into her own warm, wet mouth, and she could
feel his hard-on pressing into the front of her, grinding right up
against her crotch, and she wasn't that dumb or naive, she knew just what
that was, but it felt so good, better than anything had ever felt. She
knew it was wrong, knew it was a sin, but she moaned into Justin's mouth,
and moved her pelvis just a little bit forward. Suddenly there was a
hand, it had to be Justin's hand, and it was under the hem of her skirt,
Nikki's little black miniskirt she had borrowed, and the hand was lifting
the skirt up, and moving toward the front panel of her underpants.
Allison knew they were in the middle of a room with other people, she had
to put a stop to this, it was going too fast, but the fingers brushed
against the inside of her thigh, and that felt sooooo good, even though
it was just a little touch.. Then Justin pressed the tip of his finger
against the front of her panties, hitting just the right spot, just the
right amount of pressure, and her clitoris felt like doing handsprings.
God, it felt so good!
"Stop!" she heard herself saying, breaking the kiss. Some automatic
response had kicked in, years of strict Baptist upbringing. It was a sin,
she was so sorry, God, so sorry, but it had felt so good, no boy had ever
kissed her or touched her, and she wanted it. But Justin, being a
gentleman, backed away.
"Sorry, babe," he said. "You're just so incredibly fucking sexy, so
hot. I just lost it. I'll chill. So, do you ever model?"
"Do I model?" Allison started to giggle. "No, silly." But oh, just to
be asked such a question. "Kiss me again, but keep your hands to
yourself, please."
"OK, Allison," and Justin locked lips with her again.
Across the room, Nikki was talking to Kevin, batting his hand away
from its constant attempts to get up her skirt. Her eyes glowed when she
saw Justin's hand get under Allison's skirt, and even though Allison had
pushed him away after a few seconds, the look on her friend's face
afterward was priceless. This one would fall like a ripe apple, Nikki
thought. She's ready to be plucked.
"Kevin, baby, you know our deal," Nikki whispered. She didn't want the
Pope High boys hanging around for the game of Five Minutes she had
planned; only the college boys had been briefed on the tonight's special
set of rules. So Nikki had told Kevin that after a couple of hours, he
would lead his little posse of friends out, promising them he knew of an
even better party on the other side of town, one with strippers possibly
doing gang bangs. It would be a gross betrayal of his male friends by
Kevin, but Nikki had told him coldly that he would never see, feel, taste
or smell her pussy again, let alone fuck it, unless he did this for her.
There is nothing scarier than a 16-year-old girl who has just
discovered the power of her own pussy.
Allison broke the kiss with Justin again. "Whoa, sorry," she said, "I,
uh, I guess, I don't know..." she trailed off.
"You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Justin told her. Allison
thought her knees were going to buckle.
"Hey, Justin, who's your new friend?" It was another guy, this one
even taller.
"Hey, J.C., meet Allison," Justin said calmly.
"Hellooooooo, Allison," J.C. said in a smooth, deep voice. "My, my,
you look good enough to eat. And it looks like Justin here beat me to
dinner."
Allison swallowed, and didn't know what to say. One boy kissing her,
another flirting with her, Lyle from school telling her she looked good.
Her skin felt so hot, and she knew her face must be flushed. She absent-
mindedly unbuttoned the second button on her blouse (the first was
already unfastened), and both boys, without trying to be too obvious,
peered down at the upper halves of Allison's creamy white adolescent
breasts, which were heaving up and down.
"Would you like another beer, Allison?" asked J.C.
"Yeah, I'm a little warm."
"Warm? Baby, you're on fire!" J.C. said, but flirtatiously, not nasty,
and Allison got a little rush.
"So where do you go to school?" she asked Justin nervously when they
were alone again.
"Uh, we go to Southside," he lied smoothly. "We're friends of Nikki's.
She invited us."
"Here ya go," J.C. said and thrust a cold Rolling Rock into Allison's
hand. Grateful for the liquid, she gulped down several swallows, fast.
The alcohol hit her stomach and increased the glow she was feeling. Her
heart was pounding, and she felt so warm. Her pussy was sending her brain
signals it had never received, and confusion and young lust swirled
through Allison Witt like a windstorm. The beer, the kissing, the
flirting, everything was just so overwhleming. She was vaguely aware that
the front of her panties was wet, that she was leaking, her steamy pussy
was opening up and trickling out its juice.
"See ya later, guys!" she heard Nikki call, and heard the front door
close. The house was a little quieter suddenly.
"Kevin and his friends took off," said Nikki as she sauntered over to
Allison, J.C. and Justin. The two young men ogled the high school girl
openly, their eyes treating her like fresh meat. Her breasts bounced
freely as she walked toward them, her blonde hair bounced as well, and
every square inch of Nikki Roche was just a walking 16-year-old wet
dream.
"So which one do we get to do?" J.C. whispered to Justin.
"I think it's the redhead I've been making out with here," Justin
whispered back. "I've got her so wet you could wring out her panties and
water your lawn." The two chuckled.
"What are you two boys whispering about?" Nikki asked, hands on hips.
"We were just talking about what a couple of fine-looking girls you
two are," said Justin. "I'd like to sprinkle sugar on your nipples and
show you what a sweet tooth I've got."
An hour ago, Allison would have fled the room in revulsion at such a
lewd comment. But this was the new Allison, older and wiser (or so she
thought) and the lascvious come-on made her shiver. She felt like someone
was twisting a corkscrew into her belly button.
"Later, big fella," Nikki said, and tickled him under the chin with
her finger. "Hey Allison, like I was saying, Kevin and his friends took
off, so the party's lost a little bit of steam. We're all gonna go down
in the basement and play Five Minutes. Come on."
"What's Five Minutes?" Allison asked.
"You've never played? Oh. you'll love it. It's very fun, and very
safe. It's like spin the bottle, except the guys and girls take turns
going into the closet for a a little make-out session. It kind of lets
everyone have a little fun with everyone else. And we set a timer for
five minutes, and when the timer rings, you come out."
"Come here." Allison grabbed Nikki by the arm and pulled her close.
She whispered fiercely: "You mean it's just a me and a guy alone in a
closet? What if he rapes me or something?"
"Don't be an ass, Allison. We're all right outside the door. And it's
only five minutes, which is like a safety valve so no one gets too
carried away. And anyway, I saw you with Mr. Big Stud over there, and you
were just about sucking his face off, and you loved it!"
Allison blushed furiously, but her friend was right. "Let's go," she
said.
"OK, everybody, we're heading down into the basement!" Nikki called
out to the remaining guests. "Rikki, grab the Schnapps. Come one, come
all!"
Three girls - Allison, Nikki and Rikki, headed toward the basement
stairs, along with six guys - Justin, J.C., and their friends Dale, Brian
and Chance. Of the nine people, eight knew what the plan was. The ninth
was Allison Witt.
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