In my last post about this party, vzn commented “what a debauched party.”  Well……….not so much in Austin.  The first time I went to my GF’s house to hang out at her pool, her mother (who was about 40 or so and in wonderful shape) greeted me topless.  GF went topless almost immediately and, despite the fact that GF’s father was hanging out in (and out of a bit) his Speedo, so did I.  These are the people of Austin High Society.  I remember other adults coming over and getting mostly naked, as well as going into the house for a “cocktail”, a cocktail that lasted at least a half-hour and left them smelling of pot.  It never occurred to me at the time that they might have been doing something other than sharing a joint.  GF rolled her eyes when they returned to the pool and mumbled something.  Much, much later she said, “Of course they were fucking,” treating me like I was an idiot.  Oh, GF’s dad offered the pot to us which we happily accepted.  I was 16.  I suppose some types of laws were broken, but I’m not sure.  For a little bit more on the folks of Austin High Society, visit this web page: http://www.meetup.com/highheels/about/.  These types of “clubs” in Austin are nothing new, it’s just that the Internet has made it easier for the debauchery to spread.  Austin is, BTW, our state capitol.  What a shock.

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Back to my story.  I distinctly remember actually thinking about going off with the blonde.  My mind created scenarios in which I was the center of attraction between two, or maybe more, people-their sex did not matter.  But I was scared, so I went back into the party.  Almost immediately the guy who sprayed lime juice on me zeroed in on me.  My reaction was, “get lost, asshole.”  Oh, how he begged forgiveness and how he charmed me.  I, of course, horny beyond belief, accepted an invitation to take a stroll to a gazebo overlooking the city.  The view was spectacular as was the soft breeze flowing over my body, inside my blouse and up my skirt.

Let me describe the gazebo.  It was either a hexagon or an octagon, I cannot remember.  I do remember that all the sides, except the entrance, were lined by redwood benches and little sparkly lights.  The roof had a ceiling fan that spun slowly and it had a light that we, of course, made sure was off.

After a few minutes of kissing, my boots came off followed quickly by my jeans, panties and top, leaving me completely naked only about 150 feet from the party.  I was so, so excited!  My thighs were drenched and the breeze made them wonderfully cool.  That was in sharp contrast to the rest of my body which was, of course, on fire.  (Before I forget, I must pause and give kudos to the University Health system, a system that either ignored my fake ID or was fooled by it, but one that gave me access to birth control.  Take that, Rick Santorum.  Also, I can’t remember the guy’s name, so I’ll just refer to him as TBF (temporary boyfriend.))  TBF shed his shoes, pants and undies (not his shirt, the big chicken) and then our kissing became very intense.  He sat on one of the benches and I, thinking he wanted a blow job, dropped to my knees and proceeded to give him one.  “No, no,” he whispered.  “Come here.”  He guided me to his lap upon which I impaled myself.

It was very uncomfortable!  There was no way to get situated that allowed for the type of movement I desired.  We tried having me sit facing away from him but that didn’t work either, so finally I kneeled on a bench, he stood behind me and we fucked-for about thirty seconds.  Back then it didn’t bother me that someone came so quickly because I did as well.  Now…I expect a lot of staying power.  In fact, most of the time an orgasm is an afterthought to me-it’s the love-making that matters.

Oh, how mature I felt.  My first time outdoors, my first time being taken on my knees, the first time I heard the slap, slap of a guy’s body banging against my butt, my first time in a situation where we might have been discovered (in retrospect, had we been discovered, the discoverers probably would have just watched or, perhaps, suggested that they join in) - all that added to the excitement of the night.  I was sooooooooooooooooo mature, not just some young girl who had been seduced by an older guy.  I’m almost embarrassed at how naïve I was back then.  Anyway, TBF and I exchanged phone numbers but neither of us followed up.

There’s one more episode to this story, two if you count the time, a year later, I took the blonde up on her offer.