The school year continued to pass, and the football season drew to a close. Suddenly, it was time for the homecoming game.
The two sides were close, but our team won. The crowd erupted, the watchers running out of the stands, around to the exit of the locker rooms, surrounding the team.
I was so proud of my TJ, he did so well. One guy who faced him even had to be sent to the hospital, his leg broken.
"Lets go," he yelled in my ear, trying to be heard over the roar of the fans and the team. "We are going to have a party at Jason's house to celebrate."
We went to the party. Jason's house was out in the middle of no where, and his parents were away, so we had no worries about anyone trying to shut it down.
At first, it was slow, the music music loud, and the alcohol flowing. TJ grabbed me a beer, and grabbed one for himself, as we mingled with everyone.
Everyone was feeling pretty good, patting each other and the team on the back, whooping, and being generally loud and obnoxious. I sipped my beer at first, and soon finished it. He got me another, and I drank that. Soon, I was feeling pretty warm.
"Hey you two, come over here." We went over and joined one of the other football players. The tight end, I think? He did have a nice, tight end, but anyways...
He handed us these purple pills, one to each of us. "Try this. It is amazing."
He flashed the biggest grin, and TJ popped it in his mouth, no questions asked.
"What is it," I asked, looking at this purple pill with a little smiley face on it.
"Don't be a party pooper," he said. I looked at it again for a couple seconds, looked at TJ and Sam watching me, and popped it in my mouth, washing it down with a beer.
"Fuck yeah!" He suddenly yelled, holding his hand high. TJ gave him a high five, and he let out with a "Party on!" followed by a loud whoop.
At first, nothing really happened. I was already a little drunk, so didn't notice anything.
I started to feel very good, slowly at first, and soon was absolutely euphoric.
My mind beat to the rhythm of the music, and I had the urge to dance.
I grabbed my friend's hand and drug her to the middle of the room.
She followed along, and we started dancing. Soon, I found myself getting a bit hot, a bit...aroused.
I wrapped my arm around her, and she gave me an odd look. I felt wonderful, and my arms around her felt so good. She, however, seemed to stiffen up more and more as we continued to dance.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked.
"Nothing. I feel great."
I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers. Her lips were so soft, her taste so sweet.
She pushed me away. I smiled at her, and she stalked off.
Not even phased, I found a guy standing to the side, watching us. I liked his eyes. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him out to the middle of the floor.
By now, I noticed many people were watching us. Their eyes felt good on me, and I pressed up against the guy I was dancing with to show them all what I could do. I shook my hips, grinding against him, and heard many of the cheers, pushing me on. I turned around, wrapped my arm around his neck, and pressed my ass against him. Everyone seemed to enjoy how good I was dancing, pressed against him, my ass shaking against his groin. His hand cupped my breast, and my boyfriend cut him off, dancing with me instead. He was grinning ear to ear, and enjoyed my skills. Soon we were both dancing and kissing, caressing and fondling.
"Lets go to the bedroom," he whispered in my ear. I was so horny, I would have have made love to him right there. I guessed he was right though, we shouldn't do that right in the middle of the living room. It was so much fun, but would be even more fun to have him alone.
He pulled me along behind him to Jason's bedroom, almost dragging me. I laughed, my head seeming to float, blissful, energetic, horny, all at the same time.
He pulled me in front of him, shoved me hard. I tripped, falling on the bed, width wise, so my head found nothing under it. I laughed as the room spun, and he immediately started taking off my clothes. He pulled my top, and I heard as much as saw the front rip. It was so exciting I cried out.
"Yes, hurry!" His urge for speed pushed my need. He was so strong, so manly. My clothes were like paper to him. Ripping and tearing. My blouse in tatters, my skirt half gone, more pulling and tugging and sounds of destruction. It was so exciting, my breath so short, I was almost panting. I pulled his shirt hard, wanting his clothes off now. I heard the familiar rip, but my strength was no match for his, so it didn't come off.
He started pulling his own clothes off, soon naked before me, as I lay the width of the bed, tipping my head up to look at him, then lolling it back to watch the room spin, bits of my ruined clothes thrown in the room, or under me, or barely on me.
With that, he started.
I started to feel very good, slowly at first, and soon was absolutely euphoric.
My mind beat to the rhythm of the music, and I had the urge to dance.
I grabbed my friend's hand and drug her to the middle of the room.
She followed along, and we started dancing. Soon, I found myself getting a bit hot, a bit...aroused.
I wrapped my arm around her, and she gave me an odd look. I felt wonderful, and my arms around her felt so good. She, however, seemed to stiffen up more and more as we continued to dance.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked.
"Nothing. I feel great."
I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers. Her lips were so soft, her taste so sweet.
She pushed me away. I smiled at her, and she stalked off.
Not even phased, I found a guy standing to the side, watching us. I liked his eyes. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him out to the middle of the floor.
By now, I noticed many people were watching us. Their eyes felt good on me, and I pressed up against the guy I was dancing with to show them all what I could do. I shook my hips, grinding against him, and heard many of the cheers, pushing me on. I turned around, wrapped my arm around his neck, and pressed my ass against him. Everyone seemed to enjoy how good I was dancing, pressed against him, my ass shaking against his groin. His hand cupped my breast, and my boyfriend cut him off, dancing with me instead. He was grinning ear to ear, and enjoyed my skills. Soon we were both dancing and kissing, caressing and fondling.
"Lets go to the bedroom," he whispered in my ear. I was so horny, I would have have made love to him right there. I guessed he was right though, we shouldn't do that right in the middle of the living room. It was so much fun, but would be even more fun to have him alone.
He pulled me along behind him to Jason's bedroom, almost dragging me. I laughed, my head seeming to float, blissful, energetic, horny, all at the same time.
He pulled me in front of him, shoved me hard. I tripped, falling on the bed, width wise, so my head found nothing under it. I laughed as the room spun, and he immediately started taking off my clothes. He pulled my top, and I heard as much as saw the front rip. It was so exciting I cried out.
"Yes, hurry!" His urge for speed pushed my need. He was so strong, so manly. My clothes were like paper to him. Ripping and tearing. My blouse in tatters, my skirt half gone, more pulling and tugging and sounds of destruction. It was so exciting, my breath so short, I was almost panting. I pulled his shirt hard, wanting his clothes off now. I heard the familiar rip, but my strength was no match for his, so it didn't come off.
He started pulling his own clothes off, soon naked before me, as I lay the width of the bed, tipping my head up to look at him, then lolling it back to watch the room spin, bits of my ruined clothes thrown in the room, or under me, or barely on me.
With that, he started.
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