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VIRGIN ON THE VERGE mmmmm/f teen reluctant
CHAPTER THREE
By Dr. Wu
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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 THREE
Musical Introduction:
"She's come undun/
She didn't know what she was headed for/
And when she found what she was headed for/
It was too late."
- "Undun," the Guess Who
The Roches' basement was large and nicely finished, with shag
carpeting, panelled walls and sofas and chairs placed throughout.
Allison had only been down here once before, and her toes curled in
anticipation at what she was doing. She had already attracted so much
male attention, and now she was going to play a makeout game. She'd heard
of parties like this at school, and had always been curious what they
were like. Now she was finding out!
She was, however, anxious from her hairline to her toes. She sidled up
close to Nikki and confessed: "I'm a little nervous here, Nik. I don't
even know these boys."
"That's what makes it so cool," Nikki replied evenly. "If these were
boys from Pope, you'd be freaking out about your reputation, babe. Now,
you can cut loose, have a little fun, and nobody will know. These guys
will all go back to their other school, and you'll finally have some
experience under your belt."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
The kids plopped down in chairs and onto the sofa, and Rikki set the
bottles of Peppermint Schnapps on the coffee table. Nikki went behind the
wet bar along one wall and brought out a kitchen timer and a couple of
shot glasses, and set them beside the bottles.
"For anybody who hasn't played before" and she glanced at Allison
quickly, "here's how we do Five Minutes. Each boy gets a turn. He picks a
girl, and they go into the walk-in closet over there. They can do
whatever is mutually agreeable between the two of them, but let's not
make any babies, OK gang?" Everyone chuckled. We set the timer here for
five minutes, and when it dings, you come out. Oh, I almost forgot.
Before each couple takes their turn in the Magic Closet, they each do a
shot of Schnapps. Helps keep your breath nice and fresh.
"Cool!" said Justin.
"Let's do it," chorused the other boys.
"Justin, you want to get us started?" Rikki asked.
"Sure thing. Allison, how about it? Don't worry, I'll be gentle!"
Everyone in the room laughed, but Allison felt that feeling again, like
someone was twisting a corkscrew in her belly button. Justin's look was
hard to read, a combination of kindness and a cocky smirk. But she
couldn't back out now, she told herself, this was what she had come here
for.
"I'd love to," she said demurely.
"Allllriiiiiiiight!" the guys all yelled, while Rikki poured a measure
of Schnapps into each glass. Justin took his, and even though Allison
didn't want to drink, she felt everyone's eyes on her. She picked up the
shot glass, closed her eyes and poured it down her throat.
OH GOD! she thought. It burned, so bad, she felt like gagging,
spitting it out, it was going down her throat and burning there, and then
it hit her stomach, and it was like getting punched in the guy. She tried
to breathe and couldn't, and was starting to panic, and then the intense,
overpowering feeling was over, and she could breathe. She opened her
eyes. The bad feeling had been replaced by a warm glow that was spreading
through her body. She suddenly felt happy.
Justin took Allison by the hand and led her into the walk-in closet,
and closed the door. It was dark inside, which was scary but also
heightened Allison's feeling of sampling forbidden fruit. She heard Nikki
call out "Five minutes," and the Justin began to kiss her.
She could taste the peppermint on his mouth, and on his tongue, cause
his tongue was instantly in her mouth, filling it up. His arms came
around her back and embraced her in a firm, loving hug, and it felt so
good to be kissed and held like this. She pushed her tongue out to meet
Justin's, and in seconds their tongues were mingling, playfully, their
peppermint breath flowing back and forth. His hands slid down to the back
of her skirt and cupped her asscheeks, and she thought about pulling away
and telling him to stop, but that would mean breaking the kiss, and she
didn't want to do that. First because he'd think she was a baby or a
fraidy-cat, and second because the kiss was just so beautiful.
The college student's hands gently cupped the cheeks of Allison Witt's
tight firm butt through the miniskirt, slowly pulling the skirt up as
part of the kneading action. She was vaguely aware that something was
going on back there, but she was lost in the kiss, and she just gave a
low, plaintive moan of lust that travelled directly into Justin's mouth.
Then the back of her skirt was up to her waist, and Justin's hands had
somehow gotten right onto her white cotton panties, and he was rubbing
her ass through those panties, and she knew this was wrong, wrong, wrong,
but it felt so very right. It was like his hands were reaching right
through her, and her pussy was getting juicy again just from having her
ass rubbed.
Outside in the basement rec room, Nikki adjusted the volume know on
the stereo. "Are you sure this fucking thing is turned on?" she asked
Chance.
"I hooked it up perfectly," Chance told her. There's nothing for the
hidden mike in the closet to broadcast to us if they don't say anything.
They're just sucking face big-time."
"But I wanted to get all this on tape," Nikki pouted.
"Chill, sis," Rikki told her. The tape is rolling, and the night is
young. You'll get your party tape yet, I'm sure."
The kids in the basement listened hard, and they could hear some
suckling sounds, and shuffling. Then, clear as a bell, they heard
Allison's voice.
"Oh God, Justin, that feels so good. I love kissing you." Then more
silence. The kids all grinned and gave one another thumbs ups all around.
"OK, Brian, you're next," Nikki whispered to a dark-haired, beefy lad
of 20. "We have to keep it real and not have her suspect anything, so
pick me or Rikki. Then Dale, you're after Brian, and you go for Allison
again. She'll be drunk out of her mind as horny as a mare in heat in no
time." Everyone laughed.
"Can't she hear us?" Chance asked.
"The closet isn't technically soundproof, but it's pretty close," said
Nikki.
The timer rang, and Nikki punched a button on the stereo, shutting off
the secret recording. "OK, come on out!" Nikki called. After a delay of a
few seconds, Justin and Allison came out, arm in arm, grinning from ear
to ear. Allison's skirt was hiked up a little, her blouse was rumpled and
her lipstick was smeared, while the giant bulge in Justin's pants was so
obvious that everyone snickered. Allison wore an expression of zonked
bliss.
"Have a seat, guy," Rikki said. "Brian, you're up."
"And so are you, Rikki babe!"
They did their shots and headed for the closet, as Nikki set the
timer.
Allison had sat next to Justin on the couch, and was glad when he put
her arm around her. She snuggled into him, and soon he was kissing her
ear lightly, then the side of her neck. Ohhhhh, she thought, that feels
almost as good as tongue-kissing. She started getting goose pimples and
squirming her sweet adolescent butt against the sofa cushion. She
discovered that felt much better than she could have imagined, as the
friction of her ass and thighs gently rubbed her moist labia back and
forth against her clit. She was a smorgasbord of sensations.
"You are so yummy," Justin whispered to the increasingly horny girl.
"I'll be jealous if another guy takes you into the closet, but I'll
understand. Just close your eyes and pretend it's me."
"OK, I will," Allison said. Nikki Roche watched from across the room,
a smile of mischief playing across her face as she watched her friend
getting more and more worked up from the alcohol and the eroticism.
The timer rang. Nikki and Brian came out of the closet, looking
flushed and happy.
"My turn!" shouted Dale.
"Down, boy," chided Nikki. "We got all night."
"I choose Allison, the red-headed goddess."
Allison blushed at the compliment, but was secretly thrilled. She had
been chosen twice, and Nikki, who was always considered one of the
hottest girls at Pope County, hadn't been chosen at all! She hated to
leave Justin on the couch, but what the heck, she thought. That's what
she was here for.
This time, the shot of Schnapps burned a little, but not nearly as
much, and the glow seemed even more profound. She could feel it all
over, like her body was in a beautiful bath and she was floating. Dale,
whom she didn't even know, was taking her hand and guiding her into the
closet, then closing the door.
"I meant that about you being a goddess," he whispered to the
befuddled 16-year-old. "You are so beautiful. Your body is incredible,
and you dress so sexy."
Allison didn't know what to say. "Thank you, kind sir" was all she
managed.
Then Dale was pressing up against her, his mouth sealed onto hers,
open and warm and inviting. She responded, feeling his body heat and her
body heat and the alcohol all becoming one. He wasn't Justin, but then
Justin wasn't really her boyfriend, she told herself, just a guy she had
met a few hours before. Dale could be her boyfriend as easily as Justin,
and he was so nice and paid her such compliments.
Dale's hands were running up and down her side. He broke their kiss,
and moved his mouth down to her throat, kissing all over her neck. Like
everything else tonight, this was also new to her, and every patch of
skin he kissed and licked seemed to come alive. With her mouth now free,
she started babbling softy, the love-talk that millions have indulged in
over the years.
"Oh yes, kiss me there. That feels so good. Oh, your mouth is so hot,
Dale. Oh yes, oh yes."
"Yes!" Nikki spat triumphantly in the basement rec room, as Allison's
moans and pleadings came pouring out of the stereo speakers. A cassette
tape turned, capturing it all.
Dale's hands were all over her body, up and down, everywhere, just as
his mouth was on her neck and throat. He peeled back the collar of her
blouse and kissed the tops of her shoulders, and suddenly his fingers
were on the buttons of the tight white blouse. First the top button came
undone, then the second, and he was kissing down, across her collarbone,
licking at the sweet girl flesh, and she was swaying, dizzy from the lust
and her booze. Her little pink clit was now completely exposed, the hood
of flesh retracted, and she could feel her pussy pulsing rhythmically
with blood flow.
"Oh you are so hot, so beautiful, you goddess, you sweet thing
Allison," Dale whispered between kisses and licks, and Allison responded,
"Yes, oh God yes, that is sooooo good." The third button came unfastened
as if by magic, but really by the hands of Dale, who had practiced on
many a sorority girl at college mixers over the last two years. He was
starting to peel her shirt back to expose her breasts, she knew what he
was doing and she didn't care, she'd let him kiss her there, because her
nipples were so hard, they wanted to be kissed so bad, they were ready
for him. she was ready for him.
"Time!" Nikki shouted as the timer rang.
"Shit!" Allison swore. God if her daddy could hear her now. Actually,
if her daddy could see her now, she thought, the word "shit" would be the
least of what would send him into a righteous Baptist rage.
"Oh baby, I just get carried away with you," Dale was saying, and
Allison was reluctantly buttoning herself back up, except what was this?
The top three buttons were missing on her blouse! In all the action,
they'd come off somehow.
"Dale, turn on the light! I'm missing buttons."
"I don't know where the switch is. And we got to get out now, or
they'll come in."
"But my blouse is gonna be halfway undone."
"Oh, come on, we're playing Five Minutes. You think that's the first
time that's happened?"
"I can't see anything."
Nikki called: "Hey, break it up, you two, or I'm coming in after you!"
"Come on, we gotta go," Dale said, and he was opening the closet door,
and Allison stepped out into the light and the stares of everyone else.
With three buttons off her blouse, it was open halfway down her chest,
and a good percentage of adolescent breasts were clearly visible. Also,
since she wasn't wearing a bra, it was as obvious as Justin's erection
had been that she was having some erections of her own. Her nipples
punched the front of the blouse out as if she were using her thumbs.
"Whoa! Way to go!" the boys cheered. Dale smiled sheepishly, and
slipped the two buttons he had snapped off into his pants pocket.
Allison, still clinging to a vestige of modesty, tried to keep her
blouse closed with her right hand, but Dale took that hand to lead her
over to the couch, and the sides of the blouse fell away, almost
completely exposing her breasts to the horny college boys. Nikki shot
them a stare, and they caught its meaning, and just ogled without
commenting.
"Here, feel what you did to me," Dale whispered to Allison on the
couch, and guided her right hand onto the tent of his pants. Her hand was
on his hard-on before she knew what was happening, and she jerked it
away, but he caught it and brought it to his mouth, kissing her
fingertips.
"Don't you like the fact that you can do that to a guy?" he whispered
smoothly.
"I don't know," Allison said, honestly, and started squirming on the
couch again, rubbing her butt like a cat against a post to transmit
friction up to her wetter and wetter virgin pussy.
"Chance's turn," Nikki said, and he chose Nikki. As the two
disappeared into the closet, Dale leaned in again. "You don't want to be
a tease, do you Allison?" he crooned.
"No. I don't know. It's not may fault you get that way."
"Yeah, but I think you get that way too, Allison." It was Justin,
leaning in from her other side. Not coincidentally, he was able to get a
clear view of her entire right breast, all the way down to the stiff pink
nipple, as her ravaged blouse gaped open.
"What do you mean?" Allison asked.
"Come on, girls get horny too. It's not exactly the secret of the
ages. Aren't you feeling a little, uh, squirmy?"
"Well, yeah, I am, but come on guys, I'm not that kind of girl. I'm
only doing this for Nikki."
Dale had his hand on her right thigh now, right at the hem, as the two
young men worked over the squirming, slightly inebriated girl on the sofa
between them. He pushed the hem up, a fraction of an inch at a time, as
they both continued a gentle but relentless talk about the nature of
horniness, both theirs and hers. Before she even knew it, her skirt had
bunched up so high that the white panel of her panties was plainly
visible. J.C. and Brian, sitting opposite the debauched scene, watched
the white panties appear, and surreptitiously rubbed the bulges in their
pants.
The timer suddenly rang, startling Allison.. She pushed her skirt down
and pulled the hanging sections of her blouse together. Golly, she'd had
no idea these parties were this hot.
Nikki and Chance came out, and it was J.C.'s turn.He announced quickly
that his closet mate would be none other than Allison, and the adolescent
was whipped through then process once again: another shot of Schnapps
poured down her throat, led by the hand into the dark closet, where J.C.
began kissing and rubbing her.
Every time it happened, she felt, her body just took over. And it
seemed as if each time things started at a higher, more intense level, or
maybe that was the booze, she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything,
except that J.C. felt every bit as good as the other boys had, and tasted
every bit as nice, all minty and hot and needy. Her blouse was somehow
wide apart and her breasts were naked and pressing against his shirt, and
the weave of his shirt rubbed against those nipples and made them
absolutely insane with desire.
She surprised herself when her voice said, "Kiss my breasts, J.C.,
kiss my nipples, please suck them." Oh God, what was she saying?
But then he was on his knees in front of her, and her nipples were in
his mouth, and he was sucking, gently but insistently, and she had never
felt anything so wonderful in her 16 years. Her breasts felt huge, like
they were going to explode, they were pumped up with hormones, all of her
pumped up and ready to explode. J.C.'s hands were around her waist,
fingers on the zipper on the side of her miniskirt, and suddenly, with no
warning at all, it was sliding down her bare thighs. She grabbed down to
catch it and pull it back up, but it was too late, it was gone, down to
her ankles, tangled in her shoes.
Then J.C. was kissing down, down her belly, until his mouth was
pressed against the front of her panties. His breath was so hot, and he
was kissing her there, right there on that spot where she needed to be
kissed so bad, this was the best ever, her mind was reeling, she was
dizzy, she couldn't believe how fast everything was happening.
"Oh God Allison your pussy is so sweet!" J.C. said and his voice
filled her head.
"Yes, kiss me there, kiss me kiss me, kiss my pussy, my pussy!" she
cried out, scarcely believing what she was saying, so fast, so fast, it
was all so fast.
There was a noise outside the door and a voice yelling "Time!" and
J.C. was standing up. What had happened? She had lost herself completely,
and now she had to get her skirt up, but when she got it up she couldn't
get it zipped.
For the second time in 10 minutes she was begging for a light to be
able to see what she was doing. J.C. found a cord dangling overhead and
pulled it, flooding the closet with the harsh light of a bare bulb. The
first thing Allison was aware of was a mattress on the floor, a few feet
back in the spacious closet. Then she kept trying to zip her skirt, and
it wouldn't zip. "Shit, shit, shit," she muttered, and she knew, with a
sinking feeling, the zipper was broken.
"My zipper's broken," she said softly.
"Oh, man, that's a drag," said J.C., with a convincing display if
sympathy. "You can't go out wearing that, can you?"
"No, of course not," said Allison. The skirt would no more stay around
her waist than if it was a band of plain fabric. It would fall to the
floor as soon as she took two steps.
"Here's something, wear this," J.C. said, and pulled a white nightgown
off a hook on the back wall. It appeared to be the only article of
clothing in the nearly empty space.
"I can't wear that!" she squeaked.
"It's this or the dress!"
"If you're not out by the time I count five, I'm opening this door,"
Nikki warned, and the knob began to turn.
Poor Allison had no choice. "Turn around," she ordered J.C., still
clinging to the remaining shreds of modesty. He gallantly did so, and she
stripped off the damaged blouse, stepped out of the skirt, and pulled the
nightie quickly over her head.
The gown (left there, of course, by Nikki) came down to only a few
inches below her crotch, which was still covered by her panties, large
damp spot and all. It was low cut, so that her heaving young breasts were
almost halfway visible. And it was almost opaque, becoming see-through in
the right light. Allison didn't know that last part yet, of course. She
only knew she had to have something on that she wouldn't have to hold in
place and that covered her up. Maybe she could get upstairs and change
back into her regular clothes. Yes, that's what she would do.
Nikki flung the door open. "Damn girl! Get a little too hot in that
other outfit?" The rec room rocked with tipsy laughter, and a wave of
humiliation washed over Allison. They were all staring at her in this
flimsy little nightie. She stepped out into the room, nipples poking out,
the dark stain of her pussy juice on the front of her panties clearly
visible to the college boys.
J.C. took her hand and gave her a twirl, like a dancer. She spun
without even thinking, and the nightie flared up almost to her waist,
showing off her wet panties for the enjoyment of all.
She had to find a way to get upstairs and get into some decent
clothing, she thought.
But J.C. was leading her to a beanbag chair and a hand was pressing
down on her shoulder. She tipped backward and landed with a splat on her
ass deep in the beanbag, her knees wide apart, the leering college boys
all gaping and hooting at the drunk and increasingly confused high school
virgin.
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