We walked for an hour. It was beautiful; the moon reflected off the ocean and the empty sand created a romantic setting. We talked the whole time. I told Paula that I wished I had met her years ago; that she was everything I wished for in a girlfriend.
Paula shyly asked, “Have you ever had a real girlfriend?”
“No,” I answered.
“Well don’t feel bad,” she replied, I’ve never had a real boyfriend.”
Paula grabbed my hand and I turned to look at her. “Joe,” she tried to say casually although the serious look on her face said otherwise, “Do you need time to visit the other people you are going to visit out here?”
She was staring at me, waiting for my answer. “Paula, there aren’t any people out here—I only came to California to see you.”
Her face softened and a subtle look of understanding and relief was reflected in her face. She whispered, “Hold me.”
Her arms went around my neck and her face leaned against my chest. My hands circled her back and gently pulled her body against me.
We stood that way for several minutes. The hug was not sensual like the highly erotic one we had on the dance floor, but I knew it was much more meaningful. At this moment we both knew our relationship had just changed to a much higher and personal level.
We finally pulled away from each other although I kept my hands around her waist. She smiled at me in a way that said many words not spoken; I kissed her lightly on the lips, and then we started walking again in comfortable silence.
Five minutes later I stopped and looked at her. She smiled and I kissed her. We clung together for long minutes, and then started walking again.
Paula finally said, “I have an eight o’clock and ten o’clock class tomorrow, so I won’t be able to pick you up until about twelve.”
“That’s fine.”
She continued, “We’ve been invited to a party tomorrow afternoon. Pam is graduating from Windy Hills and she’s older than me, but she has been a very good friend. She invited us to a house party in the mountains if you want to go?”
“That sounds great.”
“I have to warn you,” Paula continued, “Pam has been really good to me and she is a great person, but her crowd is a little wild. I’m not sure what kind of party this is.”
We had reached the hotel and as I turned to Paula I said, “We’ll have to go with the crowd and if it’s too much for us, we’ll back off.”
I kissed her good night in front of my motel room door and our tongues played with each other for long minutes. Finally the kisses ended and she got into her car to go home. I stood not moving and watched her car turn and disappear into the night. I wished she had stayed.
The next day I waited outside the door as Paula arrived. She smiled at me and said, “Get in. We’re going to Pam’s house and she’ll drive us to the party.”
I looked at Paula. The first two days she wore a blouse and a skirt, but today she was wearing a conservative halter-top and shorts. I could see about eight inches of her flat stomach and her broad, tanned shoulders were naked. Her legs were slim and tan.
She looked at me expectantly; I leaned over and kissed her.
I said, “I really like your outfit.”
She blushed at the compliment, but said nothing.
Ten minutes later we parked at the curb and went up to Pam’s house. I rang the doorbell. A pretty blond girl opened the door, looked at me and said, “So you are Paula’s secret lover.”
“Pam!” said Paula, “don’t be a shit.”
Completely unembarrassed, Pam said, “Well you are passionately in love with him, aren’t you?”
Paula blushed violently and said nothing. She realized that she wouldn’t be able to out talk Pam.
Pam said, “My boyfriend is in the kitchen. We have tons of food; as soon as we load the car we can head to the mountain house.”
I said, “Whoever owns the house is really nice to let us use it.”
Pam hesitated a second and then, “Well actually, it’s my folks second house. They let me use it for parties as long as the parties aren’t too wild.”
We went back to the kitchen and I was introduced to her boyfriend Dave. He was at least six feet-four inches tall compared to Pam’s five-foot five-inch body.
We packed the car and drove into the California foothills. It was about a twenty-minute drive up winding roads. We pulled into a long driveway and parked in front of a moderate house—probably three bedrooms or so. Behind the house, however, was a large deck and swimming pool. Shortly afterward others started to arrive. There were about eight couples that finally showed up.
Everyone changed into their swimming suits in the house and the water games started. Water volleyball was obviously the big game here. Paula had changed into a conservative two-piece bathing suit, but showing more skin that her clothes. Her stomach was really flat, but it was her slim legs and tight ass that were erotic to view. She seemed embarrassed at first when she caught me looking at her, but then beamed when I said, “I’m sorry Paula. I can’t keep my eyes off of you; you’re just really pretty.”
We played all afternoon. There were ice chests of beer and the consumption rate was at a good college standard. Paula had a few beers and whispered to me, “This is the most I ever drank.”
The water games finally ended and Pam said we should change back to our clothes as they started up the barbecue—hot dogs, hamburgers and potato salad.
Everyone ate a lot, and we moved into the family room of the house. The beer consumption continued, but it was mitigated by the huge consumption of food that we had eaten. Everyone was having fun. Finally, someone yelled to Pam, “What games are we going to play tonight?”
Pam sighed and said, “I forgot to bring them.”
The crowd started booing when Pam slyly looked up and said, “Well I did bring one board game.”
Someone asked, “What’s the name of it?”
“Getting To Know You,” replied Pam.
“How do you play it?” another party goer asked.
“It’s easy,” replied Pam. “You roll the dice and land on a square. The square is either a “have your partner take off one article of your clothing square,” or it’s an action square where you draw a card and do what it says. You only do it with your date and we will only play level one.”
She grinned lewdly and said, “You don’t want to go to level two guys.”
Pam looked at Paula and saw she was blushing. Pam said, “Just to be very clear, you can absolutely quit at any time and we won’t make fun of you. This is to have fun; we don’t want to embarrass anyone.”
Paula looked at me. I said, “Whatever you want to do, I’m with you.”
She thought and said, “Let’s start playing and see.”
The game began; it really was a silly little college game. People threw the dice and moved to their square. My first turn had me landing on an action square. The card said, “Kiss your partner for two minutes.”
Paula was embarrassed as she stood up, but once we started kissing she relaxed and seemed to enjoy it. Right at the end of the kiss, I gave her some tongue.
Pam yelled in a teasing voice, “Just good friends…NOT!”
Paula’s first turn was to have her partner take off a piece of her clothing. I took off her shoes and tickled the soles of her feet as she giggled.
The game continued and more clothes were taken off and more sexual commands were given on the action cards.
Paula lost another article of clothing. It was going to be her halter top or shorts. She looked nervous, but let me take off her top. Her full breasts stretched against her light bra and her nipples obviously were hard as they pushed against the material. She blushed, but then smiled when I raised both hands indicating a perfect score of ten.
One girl lost her shorts and then her bra. The players were quiet when her breasts sprung free and then they cheered as she jiggled them. Pam finally lost her bra. Her breasts were very large and sagged when the supporting bra was removed. She put her hands behind her head and turned around showing everyone—she really was an exhibitionist.
Another guy was down to just his shorts. The game was getting serious.
Finally it was Paula’s turn again and she landed on a take off an article of clothing. She was down to her bra and panties. I saw her blushing violently as she stood up. She looked at me in anguish. I glanced at Pam and she nodded at me. I said, “I think it’s time for Paula and I to quit this game; it was fun, but you guys are too experienced.”
Paula gave me a smile of relief and sat down next to me. She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”
She grabbed my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. Her breasts, still covered by her bra, pressed into me.
The game continued but it was close to the end. Pam drew an action card and said, “Shit.”
Someone said, “Read the card Pam.”
Pam read, “Have your partner finger you under your panties until you come.”
Her boyfriend started laughing as he gasped, “Poetic justice Pam. It is your game. Get your little butt over here.”
Blushing violently she sat on her boyfriend’s lap with her legs on the outside of his. He pulled her back so she leaned against him as his hands went under the elastic of her panties and started to tease her slit. Pam had her eyes closed in embarrassment, but minutes later we heard a groan. She got more and more aroused and suddenly convulsed as her hips thrust up against his fingers. Her spasms continued for thirty seconds or so and then she was quiet.
Paula had been watching closely and when Pam climaxed, I felt her squeeze my arm in excitement. I didn’t blame her—I was hard and a circle of pre-cum had spotted my shorts.
Pam’s boyfriend was laughing and said, “I guess we better call that the end of the game.”
He helped Pam to her feet. Pam looked at Paula and sheepishly said, “I guess I should have quit when you did.”
It was obvious that the party was coming to a close. Pam came up to me and said, “Why don’t you take Paula for a walk. I have to clean up or my folks will kill me. When we’re ready to leave, we’ll blow the car horn.”
I nodded and took Paula’s hand as we headed to the walking trail that Pam had pointed out. At first we said nothing; we were replaying what we just seen.
Finally Paula asked, “Do you think I’m a chicken?”
“Of course not,” I answered. “I’ve never played a game like and it got to me too.”
Paula stopped walking and faced me. “You don’t understand. I think I could play that game, but that’s not why I wanted to stop. No one has ever seen my breasts and I wanted you to be the first one—not fourteen other people.”
The intensity of her stare and the emotion of her statement got to me. I pulled her into me and whispered, “What a wonderful thing to say to me.”
Her hands pushed against my chest as she stepped back. She looked into my eyes and started and reached behind to unbutton her halter top. As it fell to the ground she undid her bra. It also fell to the ground and she stood naked above the waist facing me. Her breasts jutted out without sagging. Her dark areolas circled her very hard nipples. She stood with her hands at her sides awaiting my judgment.
“They’re beautiful, “I whispered. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
I asked, “Can I touch them?”
She giggled nervously, “If you don’t I’ll kill myself.”
We came together and I cupped her breasts and gently caressed them. She whispered, “They won’t break honey.”
I squeezed harder and then leaned over and licked her breasts and areolas, and then her nipples. She gasped.
A car horn sounded in the distance.
“Shit,” she wailed in frustration.
She quickly dressed herself and we headed back to the house. Pam met us and said, “This is the last of us. For some reason my show got a few couples horny and they took off so eight of us have to squeeze in my car. The girls have to sit on the guys.
I slipped into the car and Paula followed and sat on my lap. She wiggled her butt to tease me. Two other couples piled into the back seat. I put my arms around Paula holding her bare stomach. As we started down the hill in the darkness, she took my hands and put them on her breasts. For the twenty minutes to Pam’s house, I teased her breasts.
We arrived at Pam’s, thanked her, and drove back to the motel. At the motel we stood against Paula’s car and kissed. She said, “It’s late and I didn’t tell Gran I would be late so she will be worried. I’ve got to go. Tomorrow is Gran’s special day; we clean the house, I drive her to get her hair done, and then we go food shopping for the week. I should be here by four o’clock. Is that all right with you?”
“Of course,” I answered.
She then looked at me turning serious. She asked, “Do you know what the biggest contradiction in the world is?”
I was confused. “No.”
She stared at me and answered, “How about a virgin on the pill?”
I answered quietly. “I’m a virgin too. When…?”
“When I knew you were coming…just in case…I thought it might be a smart thing to do. I didn’t know what would happen, but you are my best friend and…”
I stopped her talking with a long kiss. She pulled me into her and I knew she could feel my erection. Finally she stepped away from me and wailed, “I don’t want to leave you.”
I said, “Go home and take care of Gran. I’ll wait for you tomorrow.”
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