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Some people get all weird when I tell my story, but I hope you won’t judge me. It’s all a continuum, I say. For instance, a lot of people say stealing is wrong. But if you steal some shoes for your children who don’t have any, that’s probably ok, right? But if you rob a bank because your kids like iPhones and Sports cars… probably wrong. And there’s a whole ton of places in between. See what I mean? Continuum. So I guess just bear that in mind while I tell my story.
I originally sat down to write this, thinking it would be the story of my first sexual experiences, which I guess is a pretty crazy story. But then it kind of grew into more of a life story instead. I will tell you right now: I've done some truly messed up things in my life, like sexually I mean. And if reading about that shit bothers you, maybe stop reading now instead of sending me hate later, k?
Originally the name of this story was based on a joke my brother and I had, but then once I gave a couple of people the story to read, I changed the name. Some people said I sounded like a sociopath, which is maybe more true than I want to believe. And that's why the new name for this story is 'The Littlest Sociopath'. Let's begin shall we?
This all started when I was 13. I was living at home then with my family: my mum Christine, my dad Karl and my brother Chris. Back then, I didn't really know anything about sex or boys, but I was definitely starting to feel the urges. In fact, I would say my hormones kind of exploded that year. Before then I honestly don't remember having sexual thoughts. But suddenly things just happened. I guess they call it puberty. And I became a sexual monster, Hehe. I don't remember the first time I touched myself, but once I discovered masturbation, I was hooked. It still blows my mind that there are girls, and even some guys, who don't masturbate a lot. Seriously, it's like the greatest thing ever.
I was late for school more than once that semester because instead of getting ready to leave the house, I was in the shower rubbing my pussy, or sometimes just crouched behind the bedroom door, my panties round my ankles as I masturbated furiously. I’d probably have taken a day off school just to play with myself if I could have. But weekdays meant school, and weekends meant various out-of-school activities, going shopping with my mum, household chores and whatever else came along. I was sure looking forward to summer vacation!
My two best friends in school were Helena and Anne Marie. We called ourselves "the ahas" because my name is Ana so that was our initials. Funny right? The three of us shared everything and did practically everything together. We all knew each other’s whole families. I guess all this really started with a sleepover. It's not what you think though. Or maybe it is kind of.
May 6th
The sleepover was at Helena’s place. We did sleepovers pretty often, but I think with the end of school coming up and the fact that we were getting a bit older, this one was extra exciting. After all, since I turned 13, my mum had let me ride the bus by myself, which meant we could go to the mall alone. I felt like I was starting to become a grown-up! Sometimes we had other people at sleepovers, usually birthdays and whatever, but this time it was just the three of us. Our regular sleepover schedule since our first one when we'd been probably seven or eight was to have dinner, watch a movie, then change into PJs and play some sort of game, and then watch another movie if we could stay up that long. When we were younger we almost never made it through the second movie, but as we got older we could stay up later and so we talked and played games more (and paid attention to the movies less).
Straight away after we had dinner, this sleepover had become a little more grown-up. Helena suggested that we watch ‘Burlesque’. I didn’t know what it was, but when we watched the trailer, it looked pretty racy and sexy. I was pretty hesitant about watching it, so I was glad when she moved on. The next one she wanted to watch was called Blue Valentine. It also looked kind of sexy, and I knew that blue meant something to do with sex but the trailer actually looked more emotional and sad, which wasn’t what we wanted. The sleepover rule was that we all had to agree on a movie, and each person got two suggestions. If we used up all the suggestions, a parent (ew) would pick a movie! This had happened a few times before and often left everyone grumpy.
Anne Marie had two suggestions all ready. Tangled was her first, so we never got to find out the second one! That was actually my first time seeing Tangled, I can’t remember if it had just come out or I hadn’t wanted to see it in the theatre but it was totally awesome. We all raged at the mother character and loved Rapunzel, and were totally excited for the turnaround that Flynn had (also Flynn Rider is a totally sexy name. I'd definitely be a Flynn rider tehe). Both the others commented that I could be Rapunzel because I looked a bit like her, and I did have pretty long blonde hair at the time.
Normally, we would watch the movie then all get ready for bed, but about half way through, Helena declared that she was a bit tired and wanted to get ready for bed now. Normally we’d all get ready either in the bathroom or someone’s bedroom, but Helena just started wriggling out of her clothes in the basement rec room while we watched the movie. I looked over and giggled because she was just hanging out watching in her white bra and matching panties.
"Are you putting on your pj's right now?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I'm kinda tired."
"What?" Anne Marie sputtered, "It's only like 4 pm." It was actually around 7 pm but definitely nowhere near bedtime.
Helena shrugged. "Are your Pj's down here?" I asked. Helena put her hand over her mouth and laughed, and after a few moments, it spread to all of us. All of our pj's were upstairs in her room.
Once we calmed down, Anne Marie told Helena she should get her pj's without putting her clothes back on 'as punishment for being a lame-o'. We paused the movie as she skittered upstairs. After a minute, we heard giggling, and Helena ran back into the room holding all our night clothes and red-faced with laughter.
After a minute or two, she explained that her brother Antony had been outside his room and they had both been extremely embarrassed that he'd seen her in her underwear. Antony was 15, not much older than us. He had maybe never seen a teenage girl in her undies before! Too bad for him it was his sister.
"Your brother is gonna be a little perv now and it's your fault," Anne Marie said severely, but grinning to show she was joking.
Helena clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my gosh, the best part," she said. "He got a stiffy!" we all collapsed into giggles for several minutes at this, even more when Anne Marie went over to the craft box and brought back a wax crayon, a pencil and a big sharpie and asked her which one was closest. I thought I might die from laughing so hard.
Eventually we calmed down and Helena remembered to put her pj's on. They were little mermaid ones, pretty childish but still cute. I noticed she left her bra and panties on, which I thought was kinda weird. Who wears a bra to sleep in? Anne Marie and I got undressed and put our pj's on too. Anne Marie was really beautiful, and I definitely checked her out while she stripped. She was from a Chinese family and had such a tiny petite body, with little boobs and tiny nipples like a child's. She really had no hair anywhere including between her legs, except on her head, where it was long and black and very soft-looking. Unlike Helena, both of us got naked before putting on pj's. Anne Marie's pj's were a lot more risqué than I remembered from our last sleepover a few months earlier. She had little pink and white booty shorts and a sleeveless top, basically an undershirt where her little tits bounced around and her nipples poked through. She noticed me peeking as we changed and grinned at me.
My own pj's were pretty basic by comparison, silky pink and grey plaid ones I'd had for a few years. The shirt was starting to get a bit tight as my boobies and the rest of my body grew, but it still fitted well enough for night wear. I was glad to Peel off my tight jeans (idk why I hadn't worn leggings) and get them on. I think I was wearing teal panties and a white bra: I never wore matching ones then, and the teal panties were some of the relatively few 'teen' ones I had versus the little kid ones I still owned.
Our break to change had kind of interrupted the movie but we got back into it, all sprawling out together on Helena's futon couch under a big blanket. We often chattered away during movies and this time was no exception.
Helena started things off again. "Do you think Flynn Rider is cute? Yes or no," she said half-seriously, holding up a pretend microphone to my face.
"Yes, he's a handsome man," I said in what I thought was a movie star interview voice.
"Anne Marie, your thoughts?" she said, moving the pretend microphone to Anne Marie.
"He is both dreamy and screamy," she said. We all started giggling again.
"And creamy?" said Helena. We all laughed even though I wasn't sure exactly why that was funny.
"I hope so," said Anne Marie, immediately hiding her head under the blanket. After a few seconds, She popped out her head and said "Rapunzel is cute too," then popped it back inside. I blushed at this because of what they had said earlier about me looking like Rapunzel.
"Omg we should play I have never!" Helena squealed. We haven't done that in forever.
"After the movie!" I replied.
Helena bounced up and down in her seat impatiently until the end of the movie, although she wasn't above getting teary when Flynn sacrificed himself for Rapunzel.
Pretty much as soon as the credits started, Helena jumped up. "I have never!" she cried. We all sat on the floor in front of the tv on the blanket, with our hands on the floor in front of us. Back then I didn't know there was such a thing as drinking games, but people I've met since find it weird that there is a non drinking version of this game. But there is.
I don't remember the first few questions, but as always things got interesting as soon as it got a little sexual. In the past we might have had one or two more risqué questions, but this night was different. Helena was of course the one who started that. "I have never worn a thong," she said loudly. I didn't move, heck I didn't even own a thong although I knew what it was and I'd seen a few at school. But Anne Marie curled back a finger. "You slut!" Helena giggled. "Show us!"
"I'm not wearing any panties now," Anne Marie replied.
"Double slut!" Helena laughed again.
"Nor am I," I said, trying to avoid embarrassing her.
"Triple slut with slut sauce," Helena squealed.
Anne Marie rolled her eyes. "I have three, and they're all at home," she said primly. "They're good for wearing under leggings."
"OK ok my turn," I said, hoping to avoid a fight or anyone sulking. "I have never kissed… another girl!" Anne Marie blushed, but this time Helena curled back a finger. I gasped.
"Now who's the double slut?" Anne Marie said.
"Who did you make out with?" I asked.
"No follow up questions," said Helena.
"What? Since when is that a rule?" Anne Marie yelled.
"I promised I wouldn't tell," said Helena. We left it at that, but I could tell Anne Marie was as curious as I was. I thought about ways to ask Helena more about this as an 'I have never' question, but then it slipped my mind until much later.
"OK, my turn," said Anne Marie. She thought for a moment. "I have never… peeked at my brother's dink." we all collapsed into giggles once again.
Helena raised her hand "Objection, you don't have a brother."
"Overruled," I said. "It doesn't have to be possible for her, as long as it's possible for someone."
Helena curled her finger back, but I didn't.
"I knew it," said Anne Marie triumphantly.
Helena looked at me. "I've never 'peeked'!" I said. "I might have seen it in a bath or something when I was really young, but I don't think that counts. I wasn't looking on purpose." I looked at Anne Marie, who shook her head.
"So here's the most important question," said Anne Marie, getting up and walking over to the craft box. She picked up some things, and turned back towards Helena. “Which is closest?” she said, again holding up the crayon, the pencil and the big sharpie. Again we all collapsed into giggles, but Helena gravely pointed to the pencil. “Aw, too bad,” said Anne Marie. “I might have been interested in taking a peek too if it was the sharpie!”
“Is that one big then?” I said, curious. The pencil and the crayon for sure looked small, but the sharpie was fat, although probably about the same length as the pencil.
“Pretty big,” Anne Marie said matter-of-factly. “That’s the difference between a dink,” she held up the pencil, “And a cock,” she held up the sharpie and thwacked it into her palm.
Helena nodded. “My dad’s is about the size of the sharpie,” she said casually.
Anne Marie stared at her. “You peeked at your dad’s too?” She said, with a look that was more respect than shock.
“Nope, I just saw it a little while back when he was getting out of the shower remember? He was so embarrassed he just about died,” she said, collapsing into laughter again.
“You’ve never seen one then?” Anne Marie asked, turning to me.
I thought for a moment. “Maybe in a bio textbook or something,” I said.
“Not your dad’s or brother’s?”
“Not that I can remember no.”
“Well, we need to fix that,” said Anne Marie. “When you get home, you have to promise to try and sneak a peek somehow.”
Helena nodded. “Ooh, maybe you can snap a pic with your phone and send it to us!” she said. I blushed but nodded.
"Pinkie swear!" said Anne Marie, suddenly intense.
"OK ok pinkie swear," I said, making the gesture with Anne Marie, who grinned. This was going to be potentially embarrassing, but maybe the girls would just forget.
“It’s my turn again,” said Helena. “I have never sent someone a sexy text message.”
There was a pause but nobody moved a finger.
“You have to go again if nobody’s done it and you lose a finger,” I said. Anne Marie nodded.
Helena curled back a finger. “Ok fine,” she said huffily. “I have never… flirted with a teacher to get a better grade.” She grinned hugely, because we all knew Anne Marie had done this. She obediently moved a finger back.
“And how is Mr. Carlson?” I asked Anne Marie politely. Mr. Carlson was our gym teacher. Since Anne Marie’s parents were literally obsessed with her getting perfect grades, last semester she had flirted with him to try and get her grade raised from a B to an A. It had worked, which I think opened Anne Marie’s eyes a little to the power she already possessed as a cute young girl.
“He still looks at me in class all the time,” she said. “It’s a little freaky.”
“And you still wear those tiny gym shorts that show off your butt even when it's like 50 degrees outside, so maybe it’s not all him?” Helena said. I giggled.
“Guilty,” Anne Marie said, grinning. “I’ve seen the outline of what he’s got in his shorts, and I wouldn’t mind a taste!”
I was shocked by this, it was probably the most overtly sexual thing I’d ever heard either of my best friends say. I couldn’t picture tiny Anne Marie and Mr Carlson, who was a big stocky guy, doing things together. Not that I was actually all that sure what to picture.
Helena derailed my train of thought. “Ana’s next. Come on girl,” she said.
I tried to think of a non-sexual one, because right now my brain felt crowded with sexual thoughts, and thoughts about thoughts, and more and more. “I have never tried alcohol,” I blurted out.
It was a mistake. Both the others moved a finger. “You’ve got all your fingers still and Helena only has three left!” Anne Marie said. “Girl, you’ve never done anything.”
“Omg let’s have a drink,” said Helena excitedly. “The alcohol bottles are in the kitchen and my parents will be upstairs in bed now.”
“And your bro?” said Anne Marie.
“He’s probably studying or playing video games. Why, do you need to borrow a pencil?” We all giggled uproariously once again.
“Or he’s watching porn,” said Anne Marie. My eyes widened but I didn’t say anything.
“True,” said Helena. “He does do that a lot.”
“Ever caught him?” I asked.
Helena shook her head. “But there was one time I think he left the sound on and I could hear it through the wall, and I think I heard him playing with himself.
“With his dink,” Anne Marie corrected. We all laughed again.
Helena stood up. “I’m going to get some alcohol,” she declared.
Anne Marie saluted her. “God speed you brave soldier. If you get caught, tell them it was Ana’s bad influence.” she grinned at me, but I was a little hurt that my friends thought I was so innocent and immature.
As soon as Helena left, Anne Marie turned to me. “Have you ever watched porn?” she said. I shook my head. “It’s very educational. That’s how I learned about how big cocks get. Some of them are absolutely huge,” she said casually. “I honestly don’t think most of the porn ones would even fit inside me. I'm hoping my first is normal size. But not too small. Hm, maybe that's why girls give blowjobs, to do a size check."
“How big is huge?” I asked.
Anne Marie placed her hands apart. “Like this,” she said. “That’s super big. But that’s when it’s hard. When it’s soft it could be way smaller. But you don’t see those in porn much,” she grinned. I made a mental note to look at some when I got home. It was a bit like research, or homework, and I was pretty studious when it came to homework.
Helena came creeping back down the stairs. She was holding a bottle of lemonade, a bottle of vodka, and three plastic cups. “I did it!” she squealed.
“Good job,” I said. Anne Marie gave her a thumbs up.
We poured out three drinks. I’m pretty sure none of us had any idea how strong drinks ‘should’ be, so we made them about 50:50 lemonade to vodka. That was a real bad idea. We each drank our drinks, thankfully they weren’t too huge because I almost threw up as soon as I drank mine. The acidic taste of the lemonade and the harshness of the vodka made my eyes water. Anne Marie coughed and spluttered, which made me feel better as she had supposedly tried alcohol before. Helena made a face and immediately drank some water after each slug of hers, which I then started to do as well. We all downed our first drinks in about ten minutes, in relative silence as we all concentrated on the unpleasant experience. I was a bit behind the others. By the time I finished mine, Helena had poured herself and Anne Marie another, and she poured another one into my cup as I protested. Thankfully, the second one didn’t have so much vodka, although it was still a lot. With the drinks so strong, we didn’t have to wait long for things to start happening.
“I feel tingly,” I said after a little while. “Is that normo?” I was trying to say normal but it came out wrong.
Helena giggled. “I think you might be drunk already,” she said, pointing a finger at me.
I grinned. “I think you’re right,” I said. “I feel good! Let’s do this every weekend!”
“Shhh,” said Anne Marie. “You’ll wake up the dink.” We all collapsed into giggles.
“We should do something else from the game,” said Helena. “What were the questions?”
“A sexy one,” said Anne Marie. “Not a boring one.”
“Kissed a girl,” said Helena, counting on her fingers. “What else?”
“Worn a thong!” said Anne Marie triumphantly.
“We can’t do that,” I said. “Nobody’s wearing one.”
“Shesright,” said Anne Marie. “All of mine are at home. With where my clothes are all on. Where my clothes all are,” She giggled, then got on her hands and knees and wiggled her pajama-clad butt at the two of us.
“Peeked at a dink!” said Helena. She laughed so hard that she fell over, going from sitting cross-legged to being cross-legged on the floor sideways. “Should I go wake him up?” she added.
“Or we could peek at it while he’s sleep if we’re quiet,” said Anne Marie. "Shhh."
I thought she might be serious so I moved on quickly. “Sexy text message,” I said. I was counting the questions on my fingers, but I only had one finger counted.
“Watched porn,” Anne Marie said. Helena looked at her quizzically. “We did that one while you were getting alcohol,” she said.
“Svodka,” said Helena.
“And lemonabe,” I said.
“Lemonabe!” said Anne Marie. She laughed until she turned red in the face, fanning herself with a hand to cool down.
“Wait wait wait. Wait.” said Helena. “I thought of a way that we can… can do three of these at once.”
“Makeout party!” I said, giggling.
“No no no no,” said Helena, although Anne Marie looked at me in a way that suggested she liked the idea. “We gonna do a Omego. Omegle.”
“What’s that?” I said.
“It’s that chat thingy online,” said Anne Marie. She was lying on the floor, lazily waving her hands above her head.
“I have an iPad,” said Helena. She retrieved it from the desk.
“What do we do?” I asked.
Helena went to the website. “Here,” she said. “We do a chat on the caluma. Camema. Webcam. And say hi to people.”
Anne Marie giggled from where she was on the ground. “Say hi,” she said, showing air quotes.
Helena pulled up the site. The first few people kept disconnecting immediately, we didn’t know why. Then we figured out that our camera wasn’t working and we should be able to see ourselves. We laughed about that for a while. Literally our first chat once the camera started working was a guy sitting in just his boxers with the camera angled up slightly between his open legs. We all giggled again. He waved.
"Hi," said Helena. We all waved back at him. None of us were really sure how to open the conversation. "We're drinking vodka, what are you doing?"
"Just hanging out, hoping to find some beautiful ladies. I guess I got real lucky," said the guy. Helena rolled her eyes but I thought that was a pretty smooth answer.
"We're doing I have never," said Anne Marie.
"No we're not," I said laughing. "but we were before."
"Oh fun," said the guy, smiling. "And what have y'all never done?"
"She's. She's never done anything. Even worn a thong," said Helena, downing her drink and topping up everyone else's right to the top, spilling a little on the floor as she did so. I turned bright red at being singled out.
"That's too bad," said the guy. "I bet you'd look sexy in one."
"You don't know," said Anne Marie, who was lying flat on her back. "You don't even know if she's cute. I've got thongs!"
"Well from what I can see you're all real cute. But you're right, I don't know. Maybe you could show me if a thong would look good on you. Give me a flash of your cute asses."
"You're a perv," said Anne Marie dismissively, pulling herself up into a sitting position.
"I'll do it," I said quietly.
Helena gaped at me but then grinned. "OK!" she said. "Let's all show our bums to.. What's your name?"
"Chris," said the guy. We all collapsed giggling again.
"That's her brother's name too," said Helena, as if this explained the giggling. "Let's show Chris what he wants, right Ana?"
“I don’t wanna,” said Anne Marie, but said nothing else. Helena shrugged at her.
All three of us got on our hands and knees, facing away from the iPad. Anne Marie had the most difficulty, it seemed like she was extra drunk.
"How's the view back there," said Anne Marie, turning her head to look over her shoulder.
"Y'all look great, these are some sexy butts. But I don't know if I can tell if you'd look good in a thong with those loose pj's."
Right as Helena went to yank her bottoms down, I realized that I wasn't wearing panties. And neither was Anne Marie. She might have realized and been ok with it, but I sure wasn't. But I didn't feel that I could back out now. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I was about to show a random guy on the internet my pussy, something I’d never deliberately shown anyone else.
Helena pulled her pj's down, revealing her white panties. Anne Marie had trouble with hers, but got them down. "Oh my, I see a little naked pussy," said Chris. "That looks good enough to eat." his comment made me think he thought Anne Marie was sexy, and I wanted the same level of attention. I pulled my pj's down too. "Mm, another beautiful little pussy. I'm not sure if I could pick just one. And look at your little bum hole," said Chris. I shivered at the mention of my bum hole as a sexual part. I'd never thought of it that way and it was dangerously exciting. "You don't want to be left out do you," he said, clearly talking to Helena. Without any hesitation she pulled down her panties, revealing both her holes to the camera. The she quickly yanked them back up. Since I was on my hands and knees with my head facing away from the iPad, I couldn't see anything of the other girls.
Chris applauded. "Bravo, you're all gorgeous," he said. "I would love to taste all of you if I could." I gasped at his suggestion. "Oh, what else was in your game?"
Helena pulled her clothes back on and sat down. I followed suit but Anne Marie flopped down on her back again, her hairless pussy pointing directly at the camera. I sneaked a quick glance out of the corner of my eye. It looked small and very pretty.
"She's never peeked at her Brother's cock," said Helena, grinning and red faced.
"Dink," said Anne Marie from the floor. "it can only be a cock if it's as big as a sharpie is big. Or more."
Helena rolled her eyes. "You're drunk," she said. Anne Marie waved at her but didn't reply.
"Well I can't help you with that one," said Chris.
"You've got the same name as her brother, show us yours," said Helena. We were all far too drunk to question this logic, and Chris certainly wasn't going to question it.
"Well ok, if you're old enough," said Chris. "How old are you girls anyway?"
"We're seventeen," said Helena quickly.
"Oh really," said Chris, raising an eyebrow. I'm sure given her little mermaid pj's, our giggling and I guess the fact that at least two of us had no pussy hair (I hadn't seen Helena's so I wasn't sure) he knew we weren't that old. "I'm twenty-five, so I guess not much older."
"I'm twelve," said Anne Marie from the floor. Helena slapped her on the thigh.
"OK fine we're thirteen and she's twelve," admitted Helena after a moment.
"I'm twelve," repeated Anne Marie.
"I don't know," said Chris. "That seems young. I could get in trouble if I show you my cock." the way he said the word was like a key turning in a lock, clicking into place inevitably. Key, lock, cock. I tried my best to imagine what was hidden in his boxers, and I may have even licked my lips a little.
"I've seen tons, what you got bro," said Anne Marie. Helena giggled.
"What do you think, do you wanna see," said Chris, addressing me directly. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak. My mouth was dry and I gulped, then just nodded a little. "Well ok then my little beauty," he said. He reached down into his boxers, pulled them down a little and let his cock fall out.
It wasn't fully hard, but I didn't know that. What I could see was that it was definitely larger than a sharpie. It looked heavy somehow, and had a sort of domed tip that was kind of wide compared to the rest. The shaft was just sort of a flesh tube, and I couldn't help thinking looked a bit like a big worm or a weird snake, that sort of white flesh colour. To me it looked pretty big, but I really had no context at all. It wasn't the most attractive thing I had ever seen but the thought of that going inside me was both terrifying and a bit arousing.
"What do you think little girls," said Chris. As he said it, his cock gave a noticeable twitch. He likes little girls, I thought. I bet he'd stick that in me if he could. It was a shocking, but delicious thought. I wondered what he would do to get that chance.
Anne Marie was propped up on her elbows, staring at the screen. "Definitely a cock, good job bro," she said. "It's big enough to get me wet I think." she reached down and swiped a finger through her naked pussy. "Yup, wet fo sho." I gasped again. I couldn't believe that Anne Marie had just touched her pussy in front of this stranger. I was too drunk to be judgey though, more kind of amazed and a little excited.
"I want it in my mouth," said Helena, surprising me as well. She opened her mouth wide as if to prove it.
"How about you, girl who hasn't done anything," said Chris to me.
"It's nice," I said quietly.
"I dont think she's impressed," said Helena. "Stroke it!" she commanded. She was right really, although I never would have admitted it in that moment. I did think something that potent and powerful and that my friends were apparently very excited about would look more impressive.
Chris wordlessly reached down and started stroking his cock. As he did so, he stared straight into my eyes. His cock grew a bit more and stood up straight. "Better?" he said. I didn't react but I had to agree, it was both bigger and better. "Now, how are we doing with this game?"
"She'd never peeked at her brothers dink, or watched porn, or tried alcohol," said Helena, counting off on her fingers. "I think we covered all three!"
"Flirted with a teacher!" said Anne Marie. "Are you a teacher Nathan?"
"Chris," said Chris grinning. "Sadly not. Which is too bad, I'd love to have such naughty girls in my class. Although I would have to keep you after school and give you a good spanking for being such bad little drunk sluts."
I gulped again, my mind immediately creating a momentary picture of myself in a school uniform, bent over a desk while Chris smacked my bare bottom with his hand. It was the earliest little flash of fantasy that I can remember, and definitely not the last. Anne Marie moaned, and started openly rubbing her naked pussy. Chris certainly had a direct approach, which apparently worked well on drunk tweens. I tried my best to keep my eyes on the screen instead of looking at my sexy little friend rubbing herself.
Helena seemed to be the only one getting a bit less drunk. "I think she should do it at school next week."
"Do what?" said Chris, as if he didn't know what she meant.
"Flirt with a teacher," said Helena.
"Mr Roy, mm" said Anne Marie, still rubbing herself. "He's the sexiest teacher. Ana has him for French class."
"Ooh yes, he is hot," said Helena.
Chris applauded. "Sounds like a great plan," he said. “Maybe we can chat again after that and you can tell me if you get a spanking.”
I was still unable to talk, my mind reeling from all the new events, information and explosive sexuality of the last half an hour or so. But it wasn't over. Not even close.
"We should go to sleep," I said.
"I'm almost done," said Anne Marie. I hadn't realized she was still masturbating. When I looked down, I saw her pussy was shiny with wetness and I felt a sudden strong urge to bend down and lick it. I gulped again, although I'm sure nobody saw because she then thrust a finger into her little hole. She was propped up on her elbow, and with her other hand she pinched her tiny left nipple.
"Looks pretty tasty right," said Chris to me. I nodded and licked my lips unconsciously. As I looked over at Helena, I noticed she had a hand inside her pj's and was also rubbing herself. "I'll join in if you do," he said.
If I'd been sober I would have said no, but in my drunk and horny state I didn't even stop to think. I reached into my pj's and brushed my bare pussy. A surge of arousal like an electric spark moved into me. I was lost. I wouldn't have admitted it, but my pussy had been wet pretty much since Chris had got his cock out, and now I rubbed it furiously with one finger, holding it straight out like a lot of girls who are new to masturbation and haven't figured out that the finger curl is where it's at. As I did so, Chris stroked his cock as well, looking from one horny teen (or I guess pre-teen in Anne Marie's case) to another. My eyes were glued to it. And yes, now in its fully hard state, it was more impressive. I felt my mouth open a little, as if readying myself to suck in it. My mind was reeling with new feelings, drunkenness and a level of arousal and sexual power that I'd never felt.
Anne Marie was the first to pop. Her legs shook, and she let out a tiny and high pitched little squeal. Her pussy and thighs were covered with her juices, and again I really wanted a taste. I was next, cumming harder than I ever had, while I stared directly at the hard cock in front of me. My vision went black, then purple, and for a moment, I thought I would actually pass out. My nipples tingled and I wanted someone to bite them, suck them, anything to amp up my pleasure. I'd never thought about my nipples as sexual parts before either, but now I wanted everything sexual. I wanted it in my mouth, in my pussy, everywhere. If at that moment you had asked me to do anything sexual, I would have said yes. No matter who, how or when. I would have let Chris fuck me. I would have bent over for the whole basketball team. I would have laid down in the street and let anyone coming by just take whatever hole they wanted. That was the moment I realized I was a sexual being. A very sexual being. I slumped down onto the floor, my pussy throbbing and my heart racing as the rush of hormones tingled through my body, very slowly receding.
Helena was the only one of us girls who hadn't cum, I was pretty sure. She had her legs spread and her pj's down now, her hand inside her white panties and the other on the floor. "I wanna see you cum Chris," she moaned. "Please cum."
I wasn't really sure what happened when a guy came. Sex Ed at school had been less than graphic, and I had kind of an idea that sex happened, the guy ejaculated, then babies. I was soon to realize that this left out a lot of important details.
Anne Marie was slumped on the ground but mumbled "yss," and tried to prop herself up again to watch. Chris stroked himself faster, and it felt like he was looking at me the whole time. I realized I was rubbing myself again, and instead of looking away, I looked right back at him.
Chris moaned and came. I was intently watching his cock, otherwise I might have missed it. He shot one big glob of cum into the air, I don't know where it went. His cock twitched a few more times but I didn't see any more come out. Helena gasped as she came too, her whole body shuddering like she was freezing and the sloppy sounds of her pussy filling the room. After a few seconds for us all to catch our breath, Chris grinned at all of us. "Well girls, I had a good time with you, I hope you did too. I should probably go clean up now though. And you should get to sleep, right princess?" he said this directly to me, all I could do was nod. "Oh wait, here's my Facebook name. Message me if you wanna play again sometime." he typed into the chat and disconnected. I grabbed a pen and wrote it on a postit.
Anne Marie had already passed out, still half naked with her legs open. Helena was curling up under a blanket and it seemed like the night was over. A partially finished drink was on the floor, I downed it without thinking. I'd been amazed at the sight of Chris' cock twitching as he came. I hadn't really seen the actual cum, but it was still kind of impressive, like a rocket launcher.
I sat for a few minutes in silence, just wrapping my head around the events of the night. It had not been like our normal sleepovers, that was for sure. I was sleepy, and drunk enough to do things I shouldn't, but as it turned out not so drunk I couldn't remember what I was doing. So I really had no excuse for what I did next.
As I pulled the blanket over Anne Marie, I once again stared at her tiny little pussy. It was still wet, and must have been cold for her. I reached for a Kleenex to clean her up, but instead I ended up with my finger inside her pussy. Like I said, I had no excuse, and once it was in there I didn't just take it right out. No, I thrust it in and out of my twelve year old friend's passed out pussy until she stirred and moaned in her sleep. Then I guiltily removed it. I held my finger up in front of me, it was very wet. I cautiously licked it. It tasted different from my own, maybe a little sweeter and thicker, if that makes sense.
In the quiet room, I masturbated myself to sleep using the finger that had just been in Anne Marie's unconscious hole.