Dirty Little Tease

Me, I am a bit of an exhibitionist, but I also tried to ensure that my name will not become synonymous with "slut", at least during my high school career. Fortunately, as we get older, it becomes simpler, but get a reputation in high school, and it sticks with you for life (I can just imagine what the high school reunions will be like for one of our biggest "sluts").

One day, I devised a plan to "innocently" expose myself to a few of my male friends.

I arranged a party with three of my friends at my place, scheduled for when my parents would be gone for a couple days. I got three six packs, plus found my dads whiskey, just in case. Turns out it was not needed, but we were still young, so were lightweights.

I invited them over on a Friday night, and wore a tight shirt and some loose shorts.

We started drinking and, since it was an almost all male crowd, broke out the X-Box 360. While it was fun watching them play as they got drunker and drunker, this was not my main goal.

I laid down on the floor beside one of the boys and spread my legs, giving the other two boys, sitting on the couch, a view up my shorts, which was all that I wore. I would glance back at them time to time, pretending to watch them play, but to my dismay, they didn't even seem to notice that I was flashing them a (wink) inadvertent view of my pussy.

I got up quickly to grab someone another beer, and immediately sat down, claiming I was suddenly "lightheaded". When I sat, I made sure my legs were spread and that I gave them a good view of my cleavage. I know it looked silly, like I was a bit drunk, but I didn't care, since my purpose was not to look dignified, but to be looked "at".

The boy sitting next to me looked over, and I could see his eyes widen slightly by the view of my pussy seen from the gap between my inner thigh and the baggy shorts. Unfortunately, he didn't respond quite like I had hoped, blushing slightly and almost immediately turning back to his game. Score 1 for decently behaved boys, but 0 for roving, lust filled gazes.

I went on hands and knees, turning towards the other two boys, one of which seemed to have a much more appreciative gaze, enjoying my cleavage dangling in front of him. While he did not stare at my breasts overtly, I could see his eyes darting to see the mounds proudly displayed before him, while trying to appear to be engrossed in the game. It was a little flicker here and there, but at least it was progress.

However, I could not stay there for long without making it appear that I was purposely giving him a show. I stood up, claiming the dizziness had subsided, and went to get the beer.

Laying back down, I again spread my legs so that the boys could look up my shorts. I did wiggle around a little, trying to get comfortable, and it seemed to help pull at least one of their attention to that area. When I looked back around at the two on the couch, I noticed one turn quickly away. Now we were talking.

The boys kept playing, and I kept trying to think of other ways to "inadvertently" give them nice views of my pussy. After I had a few drinks in them (I only had one, that I had been nursing all night), I laid down on the couch, claiming I was not feeling so good, with one leg against the back of the couch and the other off on the floor. Since the couches make an L-shape (The couch the two boys were on faced the TV, while the other couch met at the corner and was about 90 degrees from the TV), this means I was pointing my pussy almost directly at them.

I closed my eyes, opening them just slightly time to time to see what they were doing, and I noticed at one point one boy nudged the other and pointed right at my pussy. Success! Unfortunately, that was the best that happened. Eventually they all passed out, and nothing further occurred.

Hoping I did not completely waste all this time, I went to my bedroom, stripped naked, and laid down, leaving the door cracked just enough to peek into (after all, they had to go past my bedroom to get to the restroom, so I had plans that, upon waking, someone would get braver). While I am not sure if anything happened while I slept, naked, with no covers, I am sure that nothing exciting happen, since when I woke, the three boys were gone, and I did not wake to inappropriate touching or any other fun stuff. Maybe I got some peeks, but will never know (hard to ask someone "did you happen to do anything to my naked body while I slept" without letting on that was my actual wish).

Back to the drawing board.

The boys told me how much fun the party was, and that we should do it again (fun, playing video games and drinking beer, as a party??). I got the next chance to throw them a "party" a couple months later.

This time I had it planned much better. I would wear my knee length cloth skirt and a tank top.

We started the party much the same, a few beers to start the boys, while I nursed my one beer. Again, I didn't want to actually be drunk so I could enjoy all the delicious fun.

They played some games, but I started them playing a drinking game so they could get drunker than they did last time. I was careful though because I wanted them to be ready to perform once my act started.

Later, once they were nice and tipsy, I stumbled off to the bathroom. When I came out, my panties were around my ankles still and I was staggering around trying in vain to pull them up.

Finally, out of pure frustration, I pulled them off over my shoes (a little forcefully, unfortunately, as they actually ripped slightly) and threw them across the room, right in front of the couch where one boy was.

One of the other two, previously engaged in a one-ups discussion with the other, looked at me and told me to calm down, maybe I should sit down and everything would be ok.

I told him it was not ok, the world kept spinning. He guided me towards the couch, and another boy brought over my now torn panties, tell me I should put them on. I turned to him, almost falling, and told him they were my panties and I could leave them off if I wanted. I asked if he thought it was ok to tell me what to wear like he was my mother. I then took off my bra and asked him if "my mom thought I should put that back on too" (I was just looking for an excuse to also take off my bra also since that was part of my overall plan). Then the other boy continued to help me over to the couch, shooting a red eyes glare at his friend, which silenced him very quickly.

When he got me to the couch, I flopped down, and proceeded to "pass out" while sliding onto the floor. Sliding onto the floor somehow managed to pull up my skirt until it was bunched around my waist and twisted my tank top so my breasts popped out (I practiced my drunken couch slide for a while...). While they could not get a great view of anything, since I was facing the couch and my legs were closed, they definitely saw that my naughty bits were now uncovered.

They stood there, looking at me for a couple minutes while their inebriated minds tried to best figure out what to do with this girl, a friend of theirs, but still a girl, that had no panties or bra on, that was passed out on the floor in front of the couch.

After a little discussion, they decided they should pick me up and put me back on the couch. While my tank top was straightened out in their effort to pick me up, they left my skirt exactly as it was. The one who assisted me to the couch grabbed one leg, the other put his arms around my torso, while the last lifted my shoulders. The one lifting me up by my leg gave me a nice surprise. While I am unsure if it was on accident or on purpose, he placed his hand directly against my pussy, and while he was lifting, slipped a finger slightly inside the lift. I almost moaned out loud as a thrill shot through me and I suddenly started getting wet. I so wanted him to do more than that, but he moved his finger back out completely as the three of them set me down on the couch...facing the back.

They all sat back down on the other couch, talking quietly, with quite a few comments about my state of undress. What to do, what to do. Fortunately, since I was "passed out" and could not stop them from whatever they wanted to do without letting them know I was being less than honest, they decided not to pull my skirt back down.

Tossing around in my drunken stupor, I managed to get my shirt all tangled again, popping back out my breasts, while placing one leg against the back of the couch and letting the other dangle over the edge so my foot was on the floor (same as the last time, but this time, with no panties at all and a skirt bunched up around my waist, my pussy was fully exposed).

Suddenly the room got very quiet, and slightly cracking my eyes open, I could see that all three sets of eyes were on my exposed breasts and pussy.

Now I was getting very wet.

They tried firing up the X-Box 360 again, but seemed to have trouble concentrating. One finally came and sat on the other side of the same couch I was laying on, having a full view of my spread pussy. Now I was getting so wet I was wondering if I was gushing.

The other two kept looking at me, and glancing at the boy at the end of the couch, at one time asking him how the view was. He turned bright red, but never left, and the others finally decided that since gaming was out, they would pop in a movie and have a few more beers instead.

Their conversations started drifting what seemed a logical choice, given their present circumstances: their sexual conquests. I almost laughed at them, but managed to control it, although they were more than a bit tipsy by this point so they might not have noticed details like that.

Eventually, as they started loosening up and realizing that, for all their talk about sexual exploits, they had a naked girl (or close enough) right herein front of them. They started talking about me more as how I was cool for a girl, but eventually got caught up in how sexy I was and what they thought of my hot, juicy pussy and firm, round breasts.

"...not like the other girls.."
"...love her body..."
"...dreamed about fucking her so many times..."
"...god, look at those breasts..."
"...pussy..."
"...tight..."

On and on they went, making me wetter and wetter.

The boy on the couch with me started slowly moving his hand closer and closer to my pussy. Trying to appear that he was not doing anything of the sort, he stopped before he had to either lean over or stretch. Instead he put his hand against my inner thigh, softly caressing my bare skin.

One of the other boys came over and sat between my head and the end of the couch. With no room, to actually sit, he balanced oddly with his firm ass halfway on and halfway off. After another beer or two, he seemed to get enough courage to lift my head and place it on his lap. I could feel the bulge of his penis straining against his pants. I imagined liberating it, taking it into my mouth, wishing he would pull it out and put it in my mouth. With my lips parted as if asking for it, I was sure he was thinking about it, but not quite able to take that next step.

The other boy pulled the table slightly away from the couch and sat down on it, looking me over with a lust filled gaze.

"I wonder what she feels like"
"I bet her breasts are so soft"
"I wonder what her pussy feels like"
"I wish she was my girlfriend, so I could touch that body"
"Why can't we touch? She is passed out and wouldn't know anyways"
"True, but wouldn't it be rape or something? I thought you weren't allowed to touch a girl unless she said yes?"
"You can't have sex with her, and she would never know if we touched her"

The boys were starting to get to the right mindset, getting their courage built up, forgetting I was only a "friend" and remembering that I was a naked girl right in front of them.

The boy who had my head on his lap kept running his fingers through my hair, staring at my breasts. He slowly reached his hand over and pushed down one nipple with his finger.

At this point, I could not contain myself and let out a small moan. He quickly pulled his hand back, and started to jump up before settling down again.

All three boys looked at each other, then back at me.

"She is still out. Must have just made a noise"
"Yeah, like when you are dreaming"
"Probably felt it and just thought it was a wet dream"
"Yeah, I have those all the time"
"Woke up to find I had came in my underwear one time"
"Really shouldn't say shit like that"
"About to come now just seeing her like this"

Finally, convincing themselves that I was completely out and just reacting unconsciously, they again nerved themselves to start exploring again.

The boy with my head in his lap reached put his hand back on my breast, this time caressing it, cupping it, teasing the nipple.

The boy on the table grabbed my other breast, rougher, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. I felt like I was about to explode, my breath quickening, surprisingly without notice.

The other boy, located at my feet, was emboldened while watching the other two boys fondling my breasts.

He stretched his hand down, rubbing his fingers along my slit. I barely kept from screaming out when his fingers first made contact.

"She is so wet down here"
"Well, she was pretty drunk, do you think she peed herself?"
"No, I don't smell any pee"
"I have heard when girls get turned on, they get all wet down there"
"She must be having a great dream then"

Little did they know that I was completely aware of everything they were doing to me. Wet because of a dream? I don't think so. More like wet because of the boys hands touching me, caressing me, teasing me, playing with my body like some new toy.

Suddenly, I did scream out. Not out of pain or anything else, but instead because of the shock of him suddenly sticking his fingers inside my pussy. That was the last trigger that caused me to climax, tightening up around his inserted fingers as convulsions wracked my pussy. My mind went blank, and I felt exquisite.

Unfortunately, the other two immediately stopped, jumped up, and started yelling at him to knock it the fuck off. They thought he had hurt me, while he had done the exact opposite.

After that, the boy who had fingered me and the other that was sitting on the table decided it was time to leave. They stumbled out the door while the last boy went over to close it, grab another beer, and sat back down on the couch, putting my head back in his lap.

He sat there for a long time, caressing my hair, every one in a while glancing down at my body, randomly talking to himself.

"I love you"
"You are so perfect"
"I wish we could date"
"I wonder if you would even date someone like me"
"...just want to be friends..."

Eventually, he stopped talking and I could tell he was falling asleep. Just as I was about to move, he suddenly jerked up, causing my head to be jerked up then bounce off the couch cushion.

He rearranged my shirt so that my breasts were no longer exposed, and pulled down my skirt. Mumbling sorry a couple of times (Not sure if he was sorry for not covering me up before, or sorry for something else), he sat down on the other end of the couch and proceeded to either fall asleep or pass out. Not sure which, but he was soon snoring away.

With him safely oblivious to the world, I decided to get really naughty. I undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Since he was wearing those male bikini briefs (meh, not my style, I prefer men in boxers), his package was in a tight little bundle. I ran my nail up and down his bulge softly, thinking about what lay underneath.

Since I realized this was a solo event, I decided to go get my vibrator. Once I got back, I played with his bulge a little more before wondering if I could get a reaction. Turning on my vibrator to the lowest setting, I put it against his bulge and moved up and down, up and down. There did seem to be some reaction, but he was not getting erect. I was unsure if a guy could even get an erection while passed out drunk, but decided I wanted to find out.

I pulled his underwear down to expose his flaccid, circumcised penis. My breath quickened noticeably, and I was almost panting in anticipation. I again turned the vibrator on, and started running it the length of his shaft. This time there was more reaction, but he still was not getting completely erect.

By now I was getting desperate. I wanted to see his penis fully erect. I turned the vibrator speed up, and continued to move it along his shaft, then higher still, until it was at maximum. I worried that he might wake up and catch me, but after his mumblings, I had no fear of him minding. I just did not want him to catch me because I wanted to avoid that whole "next phase" part. I had 0 interest in that. Right now, he was a playtoy. Tomorrow he could go back to being nothing more than a friend.

By now, he was getting hard, and while he was not completely stiff, at least his penis was no longer a floppy little thing. I took the vibrator and turned it on to myself, running up and down my slit, then focusing it on my clit for couple seconds before pushing it deep inside me.

I brought my other hand down to start teasing my clit while I moved the vibrator in and out, in and out, moaning and starting to thrash around in my haste to climax.

I looked back down at his penis, wanting to watch it while I finished myself, and much to my dismay found that he was loosing the minor erection he had. I did not want to stop pleasuring myself, but since it was now a two hand job, I was unsure what else to use.

Licking my lips, I decided to give him a blow job. I paused in my action to better position myself and slip his penis into my mouth. He smelled of sweat and pee, but fortunately not strong enough to put me off. I started licking his pee hole and running my tongue around his head. He started reacting, getting back the small erection he had before, and then more. I took his penis completely into my mouth, moving my head up and down as his shaft got harder and harder.

He was not overly large (Maybe slightly below average), so I did not need to worry about gagging when I took his shaft completely into my mouth. By now I felt like I was about to explode. I rubbed furiously while plunging the vibrator in and out at an increasingly rapid rate.

Suddenly, his penis exploded (Guess he at least wasn't the player he boasted), cum hitting my tongue and some rolling down my throat. I swallowed in reflex and started sucking on his penis like a straw. I climaxed almost immediately after, wave upon wave of pure exhilarating euphoria washing over me, toes curling as I panted, trying to suck in air through my nose buried in his crotch.

Completely satisfied, I set to washing him off, while taking some of the leaked cum and rubbing it on my slit. After I finished getting his clothes back to their proper position, I set about arranging the last idea that had popped into my head.

I set his phone alarm for about 6:00 AM (By now it was after 5), then arranged him so his head (the smart one...) was right between my legs, his hand resting right above my pussy, on my pubis, pulled my skirt back up so it was bunched around my waist, and this time decided to bunch my shirt under my armpits.

I dozed here and there, the excitement wearing off as nothing happened, then returning when I thought of him waking up, his head between my legs, before waning again.

I was asleep when he woke up, but not deeply so when he lifted his head, I woke without reacting. Good, he thought I was still asleep.

I cracked my eye lids slight, to see how he would react, but I probably could have opened my eyes completely without him noticing since his eyes were glued to my pussy, not even noticing my face. He pushed himself up, putting pressure on my pubis. It was more than the average man when laying on me while making love, but not unbearable.

He looked a bit scared. I almost felt sorry for the guy, he obviously had no idea what to do with a sleeping friend, who happened to be a girl with her pussy and breasts completely exposed. He ended up jerking his hand back once he realized where it was.

Seeing that I was not waking up, he started licking his lips and looking me over. He tentatively reached up and caressed ones of my breasts, circling my nipple with his finger. He teased the nipple and caressed my breast a bit more, gently, I assume, to not wake me up.

He then looked down at my pussy, spread out before him. He ran a finger lightly around the outside, caressing my out lips. I almost burst out laughing because he kept tickling me. When he noticed I was shaking slightly, he stopped and backed up again, afraid I was waking up or that he was doing something wrong, or something (I am not a mind reader, only speculating as to the reason things happened in the manner they did).

After a couple of minutes, noting I was not waking up, he started playing with my pussy again. Shortly after, he lowered himself down so his face was even with my pussy. He tentatively poked it a couple times, lightly, then moved his face closer.

His tongue came out and gently probed my pussy. I was instantly wet again. If he noticed, he either ignored it or did not know what was going on. His tongue ran lightly up and down the entire length of my slit, and probed in a little deeper a couple times. He spread my pussy lips a little wider with his fingers, and stuck his tongue in. With the building excitement, I started shaking, trying to control my reactions.

Whether it was this, or something else, he decided it was time to leave. He went to the bathroom, and then left.