Chapter 4
My name's Andrea. But you can call me Andy. That is, if I like you. And chances are I'll like you. That is, if you're cool. Drips, I'm not too hot about. Actually, now that I think about it, chances are I wouldn't like you.
Most of the people I know are drips.
At least at our school that's the way it is. None of my friends are drips, though. I hang around with the coolest kids in school.
That's cause I'm a cheerleader.
I'm glad that I got to be a cheerleader because you meet all the sharpest guys that way.
And you get to be in contact with them under very exciting circumstances.
I don't have a boyfriend, which is to say I don't have one boyfriend.
Depending on what you call a boyfriend, you could say that I have a dozen boyfriends.
Which isn't to say that I don't get along with girls.
I have a million girlfriends.
But let's be honest about it. Girlfriends aren't a very good measure of your real social success.
To measure your social success it's the number of groovy looking guys that you got going after you that really counts.
I'm the social success in the family.
Linda isn't a social success.
When we were little kids, everyone said that she was the prettiest.
Well, she's not bad looking, but when you come down to measuring her social success, she's totally out of it.
Not only doesn't she have any boyfriends, she doesn't have any girlfriends.
And that makes her as much of an oddball as all the kids that don't have half her looks or a tenth of the money we have.
So maybe she's pretty.
Let's even pretend for a minute that she's gorgeous.
She's so uptight and sensitive that she'll never be anything in life.
If she's lucky maybe she'll find some rich nobody like my dad to marry her, just because he wants a wife that looks okay and comes from a good family.
Well, I hope that happens, because after all, she is my sister when it comes right down to it, and I wish the best for her.
I'm glad that cousin Calvin is staying in her wing of the penthouse.
I wouldn't want him in mine.
I suppose maybe he might be okay, but a guy that might be okay who's a relative is a drip.
That's because being a relative makes you a drip whether you're okay or not.
I suppose if you had a super cool relative, that would make him not a drip, maybe someone like Joe Namath or Burt Reynolds, but being a relative gives you a real disadvantage.
And Calvin plays basketball, which is for tall skinny guys, for which I don't go in a very big way.
I like men that have muscles.
Men that make you feel female just when they're in the same room with you.
And when they take you in their arms, you feel little and weak and like they could do anything to you, and all that keeps them in line is that they think you're cool and they don't want you down on them.
Are you a guy like that?
If you are, you're okay by me.
If you're not ... you know, I don't know much about this stuff, but maybe it's not too late for you.
I suppose you could work out at the Y or lift weights or something, and that you could make yourself a real man if you weren't born that way.
I think I read somewhere that there was a famous football player that was a real wimp that always got picked on, but he got smart and just worked out every day and developed himself into a famous football player.
So I wouldn't feel real put down, just do your best to develop yourself.
You could turn out to be a real hulk maybe.
Hulks are what I like!
I guess it runs in the family.
Mom sure-likes hulks.
I've given up bringing them home because she's always trying to snatch them out from under me (or snatch them off from over me!! ! ! ).
I don't know why, but Mom looks ready to spring for Cal.
I saw her looking at him over supper like he was what she wanted for desert.
Pretty weird, huh?
My mother doesn't like the thought that she's getting old.
So she tries to hump it off with every young guy who gets within her reach.
I don't think my mother is a very good influence.
I think if it got around what she was doing, they'd probably try and lock her up.
But I'm pretty accepting of that crazy way she is, because at least she has a sense of humor about it.
And also she's given me something very valuable.
I would call it a lust for life.
(She's got a lust for everything especially if it's under thirty and it's wearing pants!! ! ! )
So, as weird as it is having her humping all these guys and being my own mother and all, I wouldn't have her locked up.
Anyway, I figure that she'll have to start canning it in another couple years.
I can't believe that she would keep this up past forty! Sex just doesn't interest people past forty.
Mom's pretty exceptional, so maybe I'll give her another possible five years.
One thing that's good about mom is that since she carries on like she does, what can she say if I do some crazy stuff every once in a while?
She can't do anything without being a total hypocrite.
I don't take advantage of this too often.
I wouldn't say that I'm really wild.
But sometimes it's nice to know that if you have a real cool guy on the line you can take him up here and give him the ball of his life in any one of a dozen rooms.
Guys don't tend to forget something like that.
I guess I have an edge over the other girls.
They have to make do with trying to hook a guy by making out in all those creepy teenage places.
You know what the deal is there.
Maybe a feel at the drive-in movie, with the guy getting a hand down your pants and you jerking him off.
I guess that's okay once and a while and I still like to do that for a kick now and then just go out to a drive-in and slip my hand down a guy's pants and make him so crazy that you got total control of him right until the minute he spurts that hot yummy goo into your fist. Oh, gosh.
I guess if I had to say the best time I ever did it for a guy, it wasn't in the penthouse at all.
So if you're thinking I'm just one of those spoiled "rich bitchs," better forget about it.
I still like the simple things.
like a good ball with hulk!! !
How much more simple can you get than that?
Not that I'm a sex maniac! Don't think that for a minute!
I'm not one of those nymphos that can't get enough, just because they enjoy it so much. I think that's disgusting.
My view on sex is very sensible, and nothing like a nympho's.
I don't even enjoy sex. What I mean is, to go after a guy because you really what his thing up your box, that really distorts your values, and you can't keep your mind on what's really important.
What's important is that you should use sex to its best advantage, right? And to use sex to its best advantage is to use it for what it's good for.
And sure it feels good and all that stuff, but the best thing sex is for is getting boys right where you want them.
So, obviously any girl that wants a guy so bad up her box, well, she's not going to be able to concentrate on getting HIM so excited that he can't think of anything except how great you are.
When you get this sensible view of sex, you can really turn a guy on "so much that he'll swear that he wants you forever.
So to sum that up, what gets me excited is to make a boy so wild for me that he shoots his stuff all over, spurting like wild!
That's what makes me hot.
As for actual intercourse, that's okay. But I save that for real special occassions, or if I really want to keep some guy on the line, I'll make sure that he knows I'll do it for him if he sticks around and treats me nice.
But I feel sorry for girls who got lost every time they see a big cock! Their knees get weak and if you ask me, their heads get even weaker!
Even if the girl is going steady with a guy, to really need him to make love to you puts you in a real weak position.
If you are terrific in the sack, but a guy senses that you don't really quite need hi, it's the best combination there is. You make him just nuts for your body, but he knows that he doesn't make you think the world is going to explode every time he makes love to you. There should be just a hint of that to keep him on his toes.
And I ask you, really, seriously, what could be more exciting for a girl than for her to know that you can make a guy crazy with desire for your body and crazy for the way you can make him come?
In every thing else, guys have the power!
But sex is what life is all about (that's what I got out of biology, which is otherwise a drag of a subject that SEX IS LIFE and is the whole point of existing. What this means scientifically is that we were born to fuck!! ! ! ! ! ) and if we girls are in control of that, we control the world!
And the guys are none the wiser!
So I've told everything that as far as I'm concerned is what sex is all about.
I can give you an actual for instance, in case you're so old fashioned as to think that where sex is at is that you have to get that hot cock up your box for it to be much of anything. Bullshit, that's what I say to that.
I think the most exciting time that I ever had with a guy was in a bathroom at this fraternity party.
They (the guys in the frat) had just won this big game (it was the frat foosball championship at the local pub) and they were nuts!!
It was some fun.
They had about five kegs of beer and they turned up the stereo real loud.
I think I was the youngest girl there!
I was proud of that, 'cause all these sorority girls were prancing around like they were some hot shit, and here I walk in and I'm with one of the coolest sharpest guys in the entire frat!
I could see them shooting me glances, like-kill! kill! kill!! !
It was exciting!! !
And I kept drinking beer, 'cause Ron and I made a joke of it, saying that I would drink him under the table!
And so I was laughing and drinking and laughing and drinking until suddenly I had to throw up.
I don't know if it was all the drinking or if it was all the laughing that made me feel like puking.
But of course I didn't tell Ron that! Can you imagine how dorky that would be?
So I put on this smile, and I could feel this puke stuff almost start to seep right through my smile!
Help!! ! !
That's what I thought as I made it to the bathroom.
But the bathroom was being used, and there was a line waiting to use it, a line as long as the line you had to wait in to see Star Wars when it first came out.
So I was really in trouble!
So I ran back to Ron and asked him if there was another bathroom (I said I didn't want to waste precious party time standing in that dumb line. He could understand that) and he said that there was one for just the guys in the frat, and the second floor.
So he took me up there, and showed me it, and I gave him one of my beautiful coy smiles and then I shut the door and puked my guts out.
I felt a lot better, but I took a long time getting myself back together so that I could operate as cool as I had before.
Ron got worried and he knocked on the door, and he asked if I was alright.
I was a little ... embarrassed, so I thought of something that would make him feel that I was even cooler than he thought I was.
I said, "I was waiting here, Ron, just hoping you'd come back."
"Why?" he asked, but I could tell he was hoping I'd say what I was going to say.
"Because I was in here, and I thought to myself, this place is the only place at this whole damn party where we can be alone!"
And that made him smile.
He came in and he shut the door behind him.
I didn't wait for him to make the first move.
You have to move fast to show a guy who has the real control.
So I jumped on him and started kissing his face and sticking my tongue in his mouth, and making sounds like I was just SO hot for him!
And then I put my hands behind his back and made this big deal of sliding my hands slowly-SLOWLY! down his back until I slid them all the way down and held on to his ass!
When you grab a buy's ass, this is one way to show him that you know what's what!
And then, with my hands grabbing his ass, I pulled him toward me and ground my pussy mound right into his cock!
God, did he go hard fast!! ! !
And he had a real nice cock, a thick, long one, just the kind that you'd hope a hulk like him would have!
I like big cocks! There's more of them to play with and it makes to feel like you can make a man crazier for you if he has more cock for you to squeeze and a suck and drive wild.
It's much more fun to make a BIG peter come!! ! The more peter I have in my hands, the more power I feel I got over a guy!! ! !
So I was grinding my box against him, and I was getting wet just feeling that big cock getting big and full of come stuff!! !
He started pulling my blouse off.
"Oh Rod, Rod! Do you think we should!"
"I'm not thinking, chick! This all comes natural!" he said.
I thought that that was cute.
So I let him take the blouse off and get a good load of my naked tits!
Guys love my tits!
My tits are big and round and they stick out real proud so that when I'm wearing a tight top (and when you have tits like mine, you're dumb if you don't always wear a tight top) they really look round and like you really want to just grab them and love them up and suck them!
How do I know that?
Because that's what a guy will do at the first opportunity he gets to put his hot hands and his hungry mouth on them!
And that's what Rod did.
Soon as he saw them naked and jumping out at him, he puts both his mitts on them and began to squeeze them and rub them, and then he had to bend down to them and give both of the nipples the suck treatment!! !
Icouldtell just having all that round ripe tit in his hands and in his mouth was making him ready to almost come in his pants, so I sighed and moaned and groaned like I was in seventh heaven, even though I don't really get off on the feel of a guy sucking and squeezing my tits.
My tits just aren't sensitive that way. A lot-a LOT! of girls are the same way.
But I could tell how much he wanted my tits, and that excited me, and I really got off no making those noises as his sucked and petted my tits, and I squirmed around a lot while he was doing and I'd especially squirm when he licked at the tips, which were all hard now (they get that way just from being rubbed).
I loved doing that, and I made my breathing faster, so he'd think I was hot beyond belief!
I had him so excited that he started breathing as fast as I was, and then I knew I had him, and suddenly I WAS excited!
My panties were really wet, I could tell.
And while he was sucking at my tits, I reached down and I stroked his hard-on right through his pants! And it was a big and stiff as it could get.
I wanted it in my hands.
So I moaned and groaned some more so he would take it out and lay it in my fingers!
But guys aren't real predictable, and you have to watch out for them sometimes.
'Cause what Ron did now was undo my jeans and pull them down and pull down my panties.
Well, I let him take them off, but I was on my guard, because I sure as hell wasn't going to let him go all the way!
This was only the second time we had gone out.
And to let a guy have it on the second date isn't using sex to its best advantage. And that's stupid!
So I let him get his hand between my legs and he liked the way I was all wet there and so he started running his hand all over my bush, and I panted some more and squirmed some more.
And then he took his middle finger and put it up my hole and started fucking me with it.
It went in and out pretty easily, and I got real quiet all of a sudden like it felt so good that I didn't want to distract him from doing what he was doing to my beaver.
But it didn't really feel very good.
Guys don't really know how to handle a girl's box. At least not high school guys. Maybe older guys figure it out as they get more experience.
With me, what feels real good is for a guy to rub my clit real slow.
But I only met one guy who ever did that, and I think he was just trying to figure out just what the hell it WAS.
So really what I wanted was to get him all hot and make him come, and it was the thought of that that was making me all runny between my thighs.
And so that's what I put my mind to doing, and it was fun! It was real exciting, so exciting that I couldn't forget about it and for a long time after it, and in fact sometimes even these days, I think about it and I get all pussy-wet!
And then if I'm alone, I masturbate, rubbing my clit real slow ...
And now he was pulling down his fly, and he whipped his thing out.
I think he planned to fuck me right on the floor.
But he wasn't even going to take his clothes off, just fuck me with his cock sticking out of his fly.
I don't think that shows much respect, so I sure wasn't going to let him get away with that.
But I was excited by the way his cock was just bouncing out of his pants, so long and thick and throbbing and bulging like it was just loaded with that yummy come stuff.
So I wrapped my fingers around it and starting jerking him off, and showed him how much I loved it by making little noises like I was talking to his rod.
"Ooo, nice baby, nice big thing, come to mama," stuff like that.
I don't even really remember what I said. But guys love that kinda shit. It doesn't really matter what you say. Just as long as you say it kind of low down in your throat, like the words were somehow coming up direct from your hot wet box!! ! !
So you just say the words soft, and breathe heavy and make sure they are dirty words, and you can make a guy come inside of two minutes, guaranteed.
Ron took a little longer than that, but that's only because I was loving the feel of his hard-on in my hand so much that I was going light on him.
So I jacked him off, sometimes hard and fast, making little noises like I was going to come too (he still had the finger slipping in and out of my box) and then I would slow down a little when I felt that he was just swelled with hot foam and that he was going to shoot it any second.
And then suddenly there were all kinds of people outside the door.
I guess somebody else had told all the guests that were waiting to use the downstairs John that there was a John upstairs to.
And now all of a sudden, there were dozens of people waiting to get in and there bellies were full of beer that they had to pee.
Some of them started banging on the door.
They started banging in this steady rhythm, like "Bam, bam, bam!" shouting "C'mon! C'mon!"
And it made just the perfect background noise!
It was like primitive tribal drums! And I started breathing "C'mon c'mon c'mon" into Ron's ears as I beat him off. It was great!
I was still completely nude, and he was looking up and down my body like the sight of it alone would make him come!! !
And there I was with his great prick in my hand!
He was scared to death! He was afraid that they'd bash the door down.
He wanted to get out of there, but I had him so excited that he had to shoot had to shoot or he was going to die!
I had him so excited he would have had to have stayed there even if the door bust wide open he'd have to stay there until I had jerked him off and all his yummy come had gone spurting up into the air a geyser shooting from his hard throbbing beautiful cock flesh!! !
"Come baby, come!" I told him as the door was shuddering on its hinges under the weight of about six angry football players, "Come baby!"
I was scared to death too!
I mean, there I was without a stitch and my body!
And as popular as that would make me with the guys, it would probably make it real hard for me to get into a good sorority if I was found jacking a guy off, naked on the bathroom floor!! !
His cock was just slippery and gooey as hell with all the stuff that was spilling from the head, so my fist was flying over his meat, up and down so fast that I couldn't even see it.
Rod was just wild, and I knew he was ready to spurt it, but that door was gonna bust wide any second!
So I said, "Ron, honey, I've never done this before, but I've gotta bring you off and quick!! ! ! "
So I put my lips around his cock and gave it the hottest French-kiss suck treatment I knew how.
I'd sucked cocks before, but never on the second date, so I wasn't really lying to Ron. I wouldn't want you to think I'm not generally a very truthful person.
So I closed my lips around his straining cock and I sucked it up and down and I licked the underside of it, which makes a guy come in seconds flat.
His cock meat was hot and hard and so suckable that for a second I forgot the danger we were in but only for a second.
Then I really put my mind to making him shoot his stuff!
I slid my mouth up and down his prick shaft, and I did it real fast, which was made easy by all that sweet slimy jazz that had already dripped from his slit because of how excited I had him.
And I kept licking at that cock-belly, and I could feel his pulse beat wild in my mouth!! ! ! !
"Suck it, Andrea! Make me shoot it nowwwwwww!! ! ! ! " he cried. And I did.
I grabbed the base of his foaming prick in my hand and jacked him off at the same time I sucked and licked at the upper part of it, lunging his prick head against the roof of my mouth a puckering my cheeks to draw them in to make my mouth feel as much like pussy around his cock as possible.
The bottom hinge of the door popped off as the guys outside kept bashing into it, and the pin from the hinge rolled across the bathroom floor.
Ron gave sort of a start with the panic that the broken hinge put in him, and that start made his cock lunge farther into my throat, so I made the most of it and went down on him until his cock was all they way in me, all the way into my throat.
He he started to come!! ! ! !
He spurted that stuff and it went right all the way down me as I gulped it and gulped it.
My gulping must have felt just like a pussy coming, 'cause he bucked and he shoved his rod up into me just like he was fucking cunt.
And I gripped the base of his cock and kept stroking it up and down with my fist, jerking every last shot of his come stuff into me.
And I sucked it and sucked it like I had never been so hungry for anything in my life.
I think I was getting a lot more come than I was air for a long while, and I started to feel a little faint just as Ron finished his wonderful, long, hot, milky come.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!! ! ! ! !
The door was coming open!! ! ! ! !
Ron made me kneel right in front of the toilet, like I was puking into it, too weak to stand.
He threw my blouse over me so it covered my body as well as it could.
He kicked the rest of my clothes out of the way under the sink.
And he bent over me, like he was trying to help me. His back was toward the door (in front, his prick was still hanging out!! ! ! ! ! ).
Then the door crashed open and suddenly there were four hulks crowding in the door.
Their faces were red with anger!
But before they had a chance to say a word, I made this big, dry wretching noise.
Two of the guys turned around and went out of the room immediately.
The other two looked real embarrassed.
"Guys, I'm sorry!" said Rod before the hulks to get any words out, "We have a real sick little girl here."
And then he lowered his voice like he was being real confidential, and I bet he gave them a wink, although I couldn't see his face.
"The little girl got a little carried away," he said, "Her first frat party."
They guys at the door nodded understandingly and mumbled something and walked out the door, and closed it real politely behind them.
I looked up at Ron, and we both laughed!! !
Then I reached down and put his cock back in his pants for him, and I did it real nice so by the time I had it safely tucked away it was hard again.
Now that was what I call a good party!! ! !