by J Phillips
The afternoon was scorching hot, the sky a cloudless blue, and it wasn’t long before the boys decided to strip out of their shirts. I’m sure they were just showing off, but you couldn’t blame them as each had the kind of physique that belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. As I was wearing a bikini top underneath, I too pulled off my T-shirt, not entirely oblivious to the grin and nudge our guests shared in response.
For some reason the attention I was receiving from his friends seemed to bring out a little grouchiness in Josh, and he kept asking what time Julie would be arriving. It wasn’t long before he suggested he take the boys inside for a few frames of pool, knowing full well that I hated the game, but that didn’t stop me from tagging along, and I even allowed sleazy Christian to show me how to improve my cue action as he leant over me from behind, pressing his fit body tight against my ass.
The drinking and flirting continued and I made sure that the boys had plenty to see as I bent low over the pool table, before screwing up my shot royally. It’s nothing I’m particularly proud of, but I guess I’ve always been a bit of a tease, and I must admit it did give me a thrill to watch my brother’s handsome friends ogling me.
Poor old Josh was playing really badly and getting more and more sullen, when thankfully the doorbell rang. It was Julie, and just as soon as I’d grabbed her a cold one, the introductions were made.
I’ve known Julie since forever, and fairly quickly I twigged that she wasn’t her usual fun-loving self. Josh was hitting on her big style by way of compensation for the attention I was receiving, and despite the fact that I know she’s had a massive crush on him since she was no more than nine-years-old, she wasn’t even responding to him. So eventually I made our excuses and dragged her up to my bedroom.
Unsurprisingly I soon discovered it was man trouble and that Mark, her boyfriend, had been talking about ‘taking a break’. Now, I love Julie dearly, but this put a real dampener on the whole day. I’d been looking forward to flirting and having a little fun with the cute guys, and who knows, maybe even enjoying a drunken snog or two, but all Julie wanted to talk about was how she knew that Mark was wrong for her, but she didn’t see how she could possibly live without him. There were even the inevitable tears after a couple more drinks, and I’m afraid I actually began to regret inviting her along.
Later on we ordered pizza and all five of us sat down to watch a movie together. It was just some crappy action flick, but I was enjoying it all the same. About an hour in, however, Julie suddenly leapt to her feet and ran from the room.
I soon found her sobbing her heart out in the bathroom, and resisted the urge to roll my eyes when she sniffed that she was sorry, but one of the actors in the film reminded her of Mark. In the end, when she announced that she should probably not stay the night and would like to head home, I’m only mildly ashamed to confess that I made absolutely no effort to persuade her otherwise.
When I stuck my head around the door to tell Josh that Julie wasn’t feeling great and that I was going to walk her home, there was very little in the way of protest and it was plain to see that none of the boys were going to miss her company a great deal either.
By the time I arrived home, an hour or so later, I immediately sensed that the dynamic among the little group had changed, and not for the better. When I’d left they were all charmingly tipsy, but now they’d moved beyond that and were clearly drunk. I, on the other hand, had pretty much sobered up entirely.
We listened to some music in the living room and I hung out for a little while longer, but what had earlier come across as engaging confidence from Christian was now nothing short of unappealing arrogance. Ben too was displaying a side to him that I’d not spotted before, making leery comments about my body that ordinarily I could easily handle, but I thought a little crude given that my brother – his supposed friend – was sat right there with us. Josh had foolishly opened a bottle of whisky, a drink I knew from past experiences he cannot handle, and was steadily getting even grumpier as the night progressed.
It was a muggy evening and the walk to and from Julie’s had left me feeling a little sticky, so finally bored of their company, I announced that I was going to go take a shower.
‘Great, I’ll be up in a minute to soap your, um, back!’ Christian beamed, more to his friend than to me.
I just smiled sarcastically and replied, ‘Yeah sure... in your dreams,’ before turning and leaving to the sound of self-satisfied high-fives and idiotic giggling.
As I stripped off and climbed beneath the stinging jets of water, I couldn’t help but think about the boys. I was really beginning to dislike them and it bothered me that Josh considered them to be his friends. But there was no denying they were very good-looking young men, and my mind wandered back to their semi-naked bodies in the back garden earlier.
I soaped myself all over, feeling the tiny goose-bumps that had risen across my arms and how tight my nipples had become as my fingers brushed over them. Slipping a hand between my thighs I began to slowly rub back and forth, gasping and rolling my head back as my slippery caress hit home. Finally I decided it had been a pretty disastrous day all-in-all, and that I deserved a little fun of my own. Christian and Ben may have turned out to be complete assholes, but that didn’t stop me from using my imagination to think of their bodies alone.
So, unhooking the showerhead, I brought it down between my thighs and altered the jet so that a soft stream of warm water gushed directly against my clit. It felt really good and I imagined myself left alone with them in the garden, and what they might do to me with a bottle of sun lotion and their wandering fingers, if only I let them.
I was completely lost in my fantasy when all of a sudden a heavy knocking fell against the bathroom door. I jumped with fright, dropping the showerhead in the process, before calling out an angry, ‘What?’ by way of response, then watched as the door handle began to turn, but thankfully I’d remembered to lock it.
‘Um, it’s me... Ben,’ came the reply.
‘I’m having a shower, Ben. What the hell do you want?’
‘I... I was just looking for the toilet,’ he said.
‘It’s next door.’ As if he didn’t know.
‘Oh, um thanks,’ he offered weakly, before all fell silent once more.
I have no doubt that the stupid boy actually thought I might simply invite him in to join me, and although the idea of his hands lathering my naked body all over was rather appealing, I’m just not that kind of a girl, and all he succeeded in doing was breaking the spell of my erotic daydream. So I quickly rinsed down and dried myself off.
Back in my bedroom I realised that I’d had enough of the drunken fools downstairs for one evening, and so I decided to go to bed. I quickly rifled through my drawers and found a cute little pair of pink shorts and a white cotton vest to slip on.
Now, looking back I suspect that deep down my intentions were never entirely innocent. I’ve already admitted that I enjoy flirting, and just because you don’t like a person doesn’t mean it’s not fun to tease them a little, so I headed off to say a last goodnight to my brother and his guests.
I soon discovered they were no longer in the living room, however, and hearing the TV blaring away once more I headed back through to the den. As I entered I was greeted by the unmistakable fake grunts and groans of a porn movie in full swing, which very quickly turned into the cheering crowds at a football match as my brother surreptitiously changed channels.
Christian grinned crookedly and offered a lazy wolf-whistle as his eyes crawled drunkenly up and down my barely clothed body.
‘What are you watching?’ I questioned with fake innocence, well aware of the truth.
‘What does it look like, brains?’ Josh replied.
I turned to face him and scowled. ‘Look, I don’t give a shit if you want to watch porn, you know, so you don’t have to disguise it on my behalf. Anyway, I just ca
me down to say I’m off to bed.’
‘Aw, don’t go,’ Ben drawled. ‘You can watch the movie with me. There’s plenty of room on the sofa, right here.’ He patted the leather cushion at his side and winked while I simply rolled my eyes in response to his sleaziness.
‘Look, if you’re going to bed why don’t you just fuck off,’ Josh snapped, and I spun round to face him once more. It wasn’t Josh’s fault really; I shouldn’t have flirted with his idiot friends, and it must have been very uncomfortable for him to see them leering so blatantly at his sister.
Then out of nowhere, as I stood facing directly away from our guests, I suddenly felt hands grab at my shorts before they were quickly whipped down my thighs to leave me standing naked from the waist down. There were raucous jeers and laughter as I quickly bent to pull them back up, before turning to glare at Christian and Ben. I don’t suppose they saw anything more than my bare bum because of how I stood, but all the same, their sheer nerve made me seethe with rage.
‘You immature little shits,’ I growled. ‘How dare you?’ But this only made them howl even louder.
‘Just go to bed,’ Josh said, softer now, but with clear frustration in his voice, and so I strutted out of the room without so much as a ‘goodnight’.
As I lay beneath my quilt fury still boiled within me. I had met young men like Christian and Ben many times before; spoilt little rich kids who had been brought up to believe they were God’s gift. But it was weird also. Perhaps it was only a remnant of my arousal in the shower, but I sensed a deep yearning somewhere dark and dangerous within my body. It felt really awful to admit it, even to myself, but something about the way one of them had dared to pull down my shorts actually turned me on a little, and I imagined how it might have been if they’d gone further, grabbing and stripping me completely.
My clit began to tingle its desire and I couldn’t help but allow a hand to slip down between my thighs.
At first I simply rubbed back and forth against the soft fabric of my shorts, while imagining Christian and Ben getting a good look at my pussy as they ripped them away, but then I slipped my hand within the waistband and began to play a little more directly, picturing them also pulling off my top to reveal my pert tits. Harder and harder I teased, sliding my other hand beneath my vest to rub against a nipple, until the little bud swelled hot and erect.
I continued to wind my body tighter and tighter as tiny gasps escaped the back of my throat. Really it was appalling that the idea of being humiliated by such a pair of arrogant pricks should excite me, but it felt so deliciously naughty at the same time. I could sense my orgasm fast approaching and I moved both hands between my thighs, using the fingers of one to stretch my juicy flesh wide while the other rubbed even harder against my clit.
Moaning loudly I was all set to give in when suddenly a loud thump sounded just beyond my bedroom door, causing me to gasp and hold completely still. Through the pounding of my racing heart I listened intently.
‘Will you shut the fuck up? Are you actually trying to wake her?’
It was the unmistakable hiss of Christian’s voice out on the landing.
‘So which door is it then?’ protested a drunken Ben.
‘How the fuck should I know? We’ll just have to try them all.’
I was astonished that they actually had the nerve to be wandering around my parents’ home unaccompanied, but was not yet willing to accept what it was they were so obviously looking for.
Again a crash came from behind the door as one of them must have stumbled in the darkness. ‘For fuck’s sake...’
And then, in the soft moonlight that streamed through a gap in the curtains, I watched horrified as my door began to open. Part of me wanted to shout at them to get the hell out; part of me wanted to scream for my brother; part of me even wondered if it was not just an innocent mistake and that they were perhaps only looking for somewhere to crash for the night; but mostly I knew the truth of the matter.
But for some bizarre reason I simply closed my eyes and lay back as if asleep, desperately trying to steady my frantic breathing.
‘What if Josh wakes up?’ Ben whispered.
‘Will you be quiet? Anyway, you saw him; he’s fucking comatose because of all that whisky. Trust me; that boy’s not going to be waking anytime soon. Shit, this must be it!’
Floorboards creaked as footsteps slowly crossed my room. My throat stung dry and I so desperately wanted to swallow, but I dared not in case they could see me in the half-light.
‘Oh God, there she is,’ hissed Ben. ‘Look, maybe we should just go get another drink instead.’
‘Stop being such a pussy, will you? We’re only gonna take a little look, and besides, you saw what she was like downstairs. Do you really think she’d have walked into the room wearing so little if she hadn’t wanted us to checkout her body? She’s just a fucking prick tease, that girl.’
Anger flooded my senses. I was desperate to rip into him, but something held me back. Christian was right in a way; I was a tease, but that did not give him the right to enter my bedroom while he thought I was sleeping. Once more I considered shouting at them to get out, even prepared myself to claw at the first face my fingernails made contact with, but I was trapped in a spell and as I felt my quilt slowly lifting away, the cooler air of the bedroom mocking my barely concealed flesh, I disguised a tiny shiver of excitement as a reflexive movement within my slumber.
‘See, dickhead? She’s fast asleep.’
‘Damn, she looks good,’ I heard Ben say. I guess it was only because they were drunk, but neither of them was making much of an effort to whisper now, and they would’ve been crazy to think that if I really was asleep they wouldn’t have disturbed me.
‘Oh yes, she does,’ Christian agreed in a drunken drool. ‘Go open the curtains a little wider so we can get a better look.’
Feet padded across the carpeted floor.
‘Mmm, checkout that sexy body,’ Ben purred as he returned to the bedside, and I felt an icy chill ripple along my spine with the knowledge that they were there, watching me.
‘Yeah, she’s hot all right, but I wanna see more.’ And it was all I could do not to gasp as I felt fingertips pull gently at the inner seam of my shorts.
‘Shit, Chris, what the hell are you doing?’ Ben gasped.
‘Oh do be quiet, you wimp. I just want to get a little look at her pussy, that’s all.’
Slowly I felt the soft cotton between my legs drawn aside, and what I assumed were Christian’s knuckles briefly brush against my inner thigh. It was hell trying to remain calm and pretend I was asleep. I still fought the urge to yell at them, but I cannot deny that it felt utterly exhilarating to be so taken advantage of, and I’m afraid I decided to let them continue for just a little longer.
‘There you go, take a look at that,’ Christian breathed.
‘Oh my God, it’s beautiful,’ gasped Ben.
‘I told you it would be. And look, the little slut even waxes. I bet she’s had more cock inside her than you or I’ve had hot dinners,’ Christian sneered.
‘Fuck, I’d love to touch it,’ Ben whispered enthusiastically, and from the idea alone I was forced to gulp, quickly releasing a soft moan as I pretended to shift in my sleep so that a thigh fell that little bit further to the side.
‘Well why don’t you then?’ Christian replied, his arrogant tone pissing me off yet more.
‘Don’t be stupid; she’ll wake up.’
‘No she won’t. She’s had as much to drink as the rest of us and she’s fast asleep. Anyway, if you’re not gonna touch it then I am.’
I released a tiny whimper from the back of my throat as a finger suddenly made contact with my naked sex lips. For a drunken pig of a man Christian was remarkably gentle, and he stroked lightly up and down, causing my breath to catch and my stomach muscles to tense with every thrill he released within
me.
He pressed a little deeper and my lips parted for him all too easily. ‘Jesus!’ he hissed, as his finger worked back and forth. ‘The little whore’s soaking wet already. I bet she’s dreaming of us fucking her tight cunt right now, mate. Look...’ Christian’s caress left me and I assumed he was showing off my arousal to his accomplice.
‘Here, let me have a go,’ Ben muttered, unable to keep the quavering excitement from his voice.
‘Sure, but let’s make things a little easier, shall we?’ A monumental shiver shot the length of my spine as I felt my shorts being pulled down my thighs to leave me utterly exposed. He wasn’t careful, he wasn’t subtle and it was the moment when I really ought to have put an end to it, but I’m ashamed to confess I really wanted Ben to take his turn at touching me in such an intimate way, and as my shorts were soon left bunched around a single ankle, I faked a sleepy movement once more so that I could part my thighs wider still.
‘See Ben, subconsciously she’s offering herself to us,’ Christian coaxed. ‘Right now she’s thinking of your fat cock as it slides in and out of her cunt. She wants you to touch it. Go on!’
Now the tip of Ben’s finger pressed against my sex, and I could feel his nervous exhilaration as he shakily slid it a little higher to work against my entrance. ‘Fuck!’ he declared. ‘She’s so hot,’ and taking me quite by surprise he suddenly pushed forward to enter me completely. I drew a short, desperate breath through my nostrils as he penetrated me with his finger, skewering it slightly as it entered. ‘You’re right, Chris,’ he enthused, his disbelieving excitement obvious, ‘she’s fucking soaking.’
Soon a second finger joined the first and he began to frig me a little deeper, my pussy sucking against him as he drew back and forth. It was all I could do not to cry out from the wonderful sensation alone, but more than that, I was profoundly turned on by how outrageous the entire situation was. I kept thinking back to my brother passed out downstairs while his supposed friends took advantage of his sister, of how much I had learnt to despise Christian and Ben’s arrogant attitudes, but also how good it felt to be stripped by them and now, to have my pussy fingered while I was apparently sleeping.