This story is about the night I graduated High School, and as boring as that previous statement is, the story is lucky enough to be somewhat less boring than that.
The ceremony itself was uneventful- of course there were the occasional beach balls being thrown around and a general rowdiness about the class, but otherwise nothing out of the norm. Everybody was really excited for the overnight party the school hosted after you got your diploma. I think it was called "Project Graduation" or something along those lines. Every single senior was so excited to go, except for your's truly. I hated school functions, and frankly didn't even want to go through the ceremony of having an empty piece of paper handed to me by my principal dressed as Christopher Columbus and still have to go back for my diploma the next day, so I did whay any other precocious little shit would do- I didn't go.
The second the ceremony was over and the hats were flying, I was taking off my gown to reveal my party clothes. By the time the hats hit the ground I was already saying goodbye to some of my friends, who all decided they were going to the overnight thing. By the time everyone was posting up their Instagram selfies, I was already in the car, and had my big brother drop me off one town over, at my friend's house. We'll just call her P for now.
P was a very interesting girl. She was from a very conservative Punjabi family, but rebelled against that family model at every cost. She was a tall, tight, hot 18 year old with a crazy look in her eye and a smile that gives the impression that she knows something that you don't. She was also my best friend, through a writing class, and this was our debut as heathens without High School weighing us down. She graduated earlier that week and her parents were out of town that night. This meant she was going to push the limit as far as we possibly could. Obviously, I had to go around for the ride.
Now, even though I was 18 at the time, I still look like I'm in my mid twenties, so I was the booze guy. We hopped in her car and sped at 20 miles per hour over to my local haunt, where I managed to get us 6 cases of beer for the party.
When we got back, and the beer was in my hands, there were already 90-120 people there. The bartender had set up shop and the DJ was working on getting his amps hooked up. Upstairs was pizza and beer pong and two hookup rooms and downstairs was three things; P's bedroom, which served as the marijuana room, the dancefloor/bar, which was the funnest place in the house, and the laundry room, which was empty.
I immediately started by pounding beer. Then the shots came. Ten the dancing. Then my other writing friends came. Then came more dancing. Then smoking cigarettes outside (even though I don't smoke normally. Yes I'm one of those guys.) and then one of my writer friends started giving me this look that I've never seen before. She was this tiny little thing, abut a year younger than me. She had tan skin and these dark brown eyes and was built like a sprinter. I'll call her H for now.
The next 20 minutes were a blur. I remember drinking the jungle juice, and then dancing with H for a few minutes. After that, I just remember being in the laundry room downstairs, and H telling me to prop the door shut. I had no idea what was going on, (I was fucked in half drunk by now) and by the time I was done shoving a folding chair into the knob, I turned to find her naked in front of me.
This was the moment I was to swipe my V-Card.
I never did it before, and I'd like to say that it was not for my lack of trying, but it really was. The option was always there for me with a lot of other girls, but I never had the gumption to follow through and go for it. But now that this five feet and two inches of opportunity is approaching me, stark nude, well.... What was I supposed to do?
Next thing I know, she's riding on top of me and wailing like a banshee, and I must admit, when I first imagined myself having sex, I thought it would be with someone who I was in a relationship with for awhile and that I really trusted. I ended up getting the American Pie Edition of that, I realized very quickly that I was completely okay with what I got.
So anyways, she's still going strong and I am marveling at the fact that my dick is still working, and next thing I know, she squirts, and I started freaking out. Mainly because My pants were still halfway on and were brand new. However, she did make it up to me by giving me head until the magical moment- my first non-self-induced orgasm, something which all men long to have, no matter how minuscule of an event it actually is. Poets, Novelists, Musicians, Politicians, Soldiers, Beggars, all of them- each remembers their first magnificent time when a woman was enraptured enough to become one with them.
Anyways, I finished on her face, got dressed and went outside, where, apparently everybody knew what was going on. I received a round of applause from every drunken bastard in the room, and was even picked up and carried to the second floor for beer pong by four rather large football players.
Eventually the party did get busted, but at least I busted before that happened. My parents yelled at me when I got home, and told me to go to sleep, but somehow did not notice the amount of female ejaculate on my pants. I fell asleep that night, still drunk as I had ever been, but proud of the fact that I, jwal245, was a hero in my own right.
TL;DR: Swiped my V-Card on my graduation night; received a round of applause from the entire party for it.