The spring sun was coming down hot on the first day of Spring faulting Sophomore year. I had just got my permit about a month before and my Dad, ever one to spoil his only son, got me a decked out brand-new Chevy Suburban that he slyly referred to as my"shagin'wagon ”. Tonight, I would finally get to go out on my own to throw down with my protagonist, have some brewage, and hopefully to get to break-in the shagin'station wagon.

My friend Salmon Portland Chase lived on a 10-acre farm secret plan. It was back off from the main route in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood. No one would number back there, and no one would get word us throwing down unless soul specifically called the copper. Even then, they'd have to either wear out the lock on the gate or get following to come subject it. Chase's parents were old cracker and likely to throw down with us rather than get turn over about anything going on.

We had planned it out. We would prevent it small. Hopefully Thomas More girls than guys. We had invited our ally me, Henry Martyn Robert Mitchell, my buddies Justin, Caleb, and he-goat who everyone called Red. We had genus Melissa, a brown hair, brown eyed senior lapidator chick who was on and off dating Justin, Annice, an auburn haired Jnr with a hurt oral cavity and a dry wit who liked Caleb. The Thompson missy, Amber and August, one a sophomore and one a neophyte, both blondes and a lot of fun, Jamie, the dance captain, a junior, and four freshmen girls, Jenna, Katy, Becky, and Callie. We felt like this gave us guys a good probability to get the alcohol flowing and maybe score with at to the lowest degree one of the chicks that would be there.

We got a keg of Bud light, a gang of vino coolers for the little girl, some jackass and some Jim Beam and put it in the barn. Then I went and picked up the entrant because they needed a ride. They were friendly enough until we got Katy in the car. Katy was about 4'11, maybe 5 feet magniloquent. She was dilute but gymnastic, cunning, and acted like everyone should worship her for it. She wore lustrous red lipstick that didn't quite look mightily on her otherwise beautifully pouty mouth. She had soil blond hair, puritanic eyes, a knifelike but cute nose. She was thin and didn't really make any tit to talk about, just rebuff rises under her Texas Rangers T-shirt. She had been an athlete and really into softball but had issuing with some accidental injury during Junior high gear and was taking prison term off so she was fit if a bit too skinny.

She started talking asshole immediately. She made fun of the gamey colour of my Suburban and my custom stereo system and back-up tv camera. She started methamphetamine hydrochloride talking my functioning in the basketball playoffs earlier that twelvemonth when I had gotten punched in the face and then thrown out when my motorcoach yelled at the reviewer about it. We still won, but multitude thought it was rum I guess. I didn't, I had to leave the game humiliated and had a opprobrious eye for a week ! I hated this fille and couldn't remember why she was invited in the number one place. She always did this kind of dickhead. She was a too big for one's breeches prig nosed little goody two shoes. I wasn't even sure why she was coming to a political party like this. I guessing because she and Callie, who was as sweet as she was sour and almost as gorgeous, wanted to come hang out with me and accept a few beverage and she wanted to"protect"her friend.

We got to pursual's and the nighttime began. We were all mingling, listening to sway, rap, and land like all good redneck tike, and drunkenness. After a patch pursuit noticed that Katy wasn't drinking. Chase went over and stopped the music.

"WHOA EERYBODY"Salmon P. Chase slurred as he shouted,"We've got a party pooper over here !"

Everyone turned towards where he was pointing. He was pointing directly at Katy. Katy did something I never thought I'd see. She hugged herself like she was trying to protect herself and recoil away from the tending. She was clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"KATY"Chase continued,"Everyone here HAS to have a drink. stop. If not you can get your ass on place right now."

Katy looked at Chase incredulously,"I had to get a ride with Robert, I can't go home."

Chase laughed at here for a solid 10 second gear."I guess you'd in effect get him to take your stuck-up ass back home then."

Katy looked offended. She felt out of ascendance. She wasn't used to that feeling it was clearly."He's been drinking, he is in no bod to drive !"

To be fair, I had a couple of beers. I've never been a big juicer, plus I was planning on laying her supporter later so I didn't want to get sloshed. I had been proffering as many drinks to the Lady as potential though.

"Come on, Katy, just have a wine cooler and stick around !"Jamie, the dance headwaiter, coming in clutch bag. Even with her usual choice not to share, Katy found it hard not to just sip on a bottle when the school dancing skipper and well-respected student tells her to do so. Katy marched over to the Yeti cooler where the swallow were, got herself a wine cooler, and started drinking.

As the evening carried on the drink flowed and flowed. I got Callie to the shagin'beach waggon, but I found out that she was a virgin and was pretty nervous. I can't say I'm a nice guy, but I really did like Callie, so I didn't pressure sensation too a lot. I got her bra off and got to work out real good. She gave me a hand job and sucked on my peter a little. It took the sharpness off when I blew my shipment. We cleaned up, she put her number in my phone with a promise to do Sir Thomas More and go out sometime, and she went back and started drinking a little more.

It was only 11 o'clock. Everyone was staying the Nox. When I got back to the barn I noticed a few people had paired off already but the political party was still going strong. I got myself another beer and walked over to talk to everyone when Callie ran in from outside.

"Henry Martyn Robert, can you come outside ? It's Katy. I think she's had too practically to drink."Callie said pulling me away from the group.

They knew I liked her so they thought nothing of me going rectify outside with her. I got outdoor and found Katy on her knees over a bucketful full of her regurgitated vino coolers moaning.

"Callie, can you run and go get us a flannel ? Let's get her cleaned up once she is finished."Callie ran off to do as I asked.

Katy looked up from her pail, looked me in the eye, and asked,"Did yoush fuck herrr ?"slurring all the while. I shook my head no."expert, shesh canf do Sooooo muchsh better than you."

I knew this chick didn't like me. I knew she didn't want me dating her friend. I didn't appreciate the way she looking down on me. My kinsperson wasn't necessarily the most respected in Town, but my Dad made real number salutary money and we were up and coming. She was"old money"I suppose for a shithole little Land of Opportunity townspeople, but that was no cause for her to be such a bitch to me. I decided not to wait for Callie. I went over and got the water hose and just started spraying Katy down.

"Arrgh, swuch, What the *gargle* fuck ! ?"She asked.

"Just cleaning you off."I said.

"shag ! Now I'm wet."She whined as she started to cry.

Callie came back to quite a scene. She found it all to be pretty funny. I gave her the keys to my Suburban. I told her to get Katy's clothes off, hang up them on the fencing, and wrap her in the blanket in the spine of my Suburban and let her kip it off. I figured she was done drinking and retching for the night. I went back to the party.

Around 2 the single girls all went to the fingerstall Chase had set up in the barn agency and started bedding down. Callie came out and gave me a good night osculation. I watched her walk away as I thought about heading up to the garret where the single guys who weren't getting laid had planned to bed down. I also thought about how horny I was. I mean, surely I had got a load off, but I was a teen boy. I probably jacked off 3 or 4 clock time on an medium day. This had been no ordinary day. I had a half-naked stripling daughter in my Shagin'police wagon for crying out loud ! It'd been an awesome day even with her bitchy friend… Her bitchy friend…Her naked bitchy acquaintance. I had talked to my Dad about this kind of thing. He'd always told me to be careful but take every chance you could to feature a piece of ass because, as you get older, you don't always get as many chance. I decided I'd lose my virginity after all that night. I grabbed one of the burlap dismission and some twine by the doorway and headed out to my Suburban.

I was deliberate and quiet as I opened the door. I crawled over the buns and back to where Katy was laying. My prosperous day, she was spread eagle with the mantle kicked off. I guess she'd nonplus warm. I could see her creamy naked pelt. Two pink pap on lowly cost increase up from her chest. A shaved pussy that just looked like a line at the freighter of her trunk, there weren't very pronounced lip or anything. Her organic structure looked very soaked and nice. I gently and carefully, to avoid waking her yet, slipped the gunny over her psyche and pulled the string lightly around her neck so it wouldn't choke her, but it wouldn't strike off either. Once I was fulfil, I took my pant off. I pulled on my hammer and worked myself up to broad size. I like to opine I was doing well for a soph kid, but I suppose I am pretty average.

I got myself up, moved over her, and got between her legs. I lifted her peg slightly and got myself into view all without her moving or saying a password. I didn't name that would lastly. I spread my precum around on her labia and then spit in my handwriting and rubbed in on my rooster. I figured this would probably hurt the both of us, but I didn't care. I didn't have to reckon at her while I did this. I could hazard she was Callie so long as she didn't fuck it up by talking too much. I rubbed against her spreading pre-cum and spit and trying to get some of her succus going. Finally, I didn't think I could look at anymore, and I pushed forward. I immediately felt resistance, but I pushed through until my pass was in. I could feel her heat and her getting oilskin as I took a break and let her adjust. She still hadn't moved or made a strait yet. She was so tight it was painful on my cock at first gear, but as she started to lubricate up I felt like I could travel profoundly. I pulled back and bit and made another jab. I made it about halfway that time. Still zippo from Katy. So, I pulled back and gave a laborious push testis deep. Still nil. I couldn't believe how squiffy and hot she was. It was amazing. Here I was fucking this bitch who had talked shit and there was zilch she could do about.

I got into a rhythm really giving it to her. It was everything all my friends had assured me it would be. I knew I wouldn't last hanker and I started giving her shorter, quicker thrusting. I heard a sound finally. She was moaning. I couldn't believe it. This little slut was enjoying her rape ! Uh, uh, uh, uh I heard her go. Suddenly she came live, her bridge player came up and tried to hit me, then they went to the sack on her headland and she tried to attract it off. I pinned her hands, leaned tight to her, and kept working her pussy.

"Noooo !"she cried."Who ? Why ? Why are you doing mehehehe."She cried, moaned and shook. Suddenly I pushed in strong and started coming. She gasped loud and let out a whimper and another"Noooo !"

I rolled off her, I could hear her crying. I jumped the can, grabbed my clothes, got out of the car, and dressed on my way back to the barn and up to the pigeon loft. The Adrenalin and the Intropin from nutting so hard had my head spinning.

As for Katy, she had rolled over and cried herself to slumber. When we came to get her in the cockcrow, she had at to the lowest degree taken the burlap hammock off her chief. Callie looked at her perplexed when she saw the burlap but didn't ask about it. Katy never said a word to anyone, as far as I know, about what happened to her. The only change was that she stopped being so outperform, got a beau on the football squad with whom it was rumored she had a intimate kinship, and stopped being so mean to everyone, including me. About 6 calendar month later, I finally got Callie's cherry too but that is another narration .