I didn’t see her much for the next few years, the occasional glimpse from Josh’s bedroom as she left or entered Sophie’s room that was about it. They were young and giggly. We were at secondary school, where the girls had curves and tits. Some of the older girls would let us have a touch or would give us a flash around the back of the gym block when they wanted to ponce a fag from us. There were some nice girls at our school, the good girls, but there were also a lot of sluts, which came in handy over the years. Like my brothers told me, those were the girls you practised on and practise we did. Thinking back now, that might’ve been how it all started. That need for control, to push boundaries, to see just how far you could make someone step out of their comfort zone and what they were prepared to give, take or do to get what they wanted.
It all started innocently enough, I’d managed to get Carly Simpson into a bedroom at a party one night. We were at the house of some kid called Colin from our school. His parents were on holiday and he was staying with his Nan, but putting his parents’ empty home to good use he had arranged a party. We were seventeen, but there were kids there much older, which meant plenty of alcohol and weed. So, I’d poured a shit load of Lambrini into Carly, given her a few toots on a joint and then convinced her to come upstairs with me, in the hope she’d let me come inside her, or over her, I wasn’t fussed. I was seventeen, I just wanted to come and I’d prefer it if there was a girl involved and not just my right hand. I wasn’t a virgin; that cherry had been well and truly popped a couple of years previous.
I’d kissed her senseless at first, got her all worked up nicely before I slid my hand over her ribs and up to her tits; brushing my hands over her nipples as they passed. I repeated the action until eventually, I brushed my thumbs backwards and forwards continuously. I was getting rougher and rougher each time until she was moaning into my mouth. Carly was eighteen and I knew a lot of boys had shagged her, two of my brothers included… at the same time.
“What d’ya want me to do to you, Carly? You wanna fuck?” She looked up at me with unfocused eyes whilst biting down on her bottom lip. “Can I fuck your mouth?” She nodded.
Quick as a flash I jumped up from the bed and got my dick out, just as I did, the door flew open and Josh was standing there. I looked him in the eye and then gestured slightly to where Carly was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Come in, shut the door.” I looked down at Carly waiting for her to object, but fuck me if she wasn’t smiling. I tilted her chin up so she was looking at me. “You want Josh to watch, or d’ya want us both?”
What?
I’d heard the rumours. She’d let Jed fuck her from behind while Miles face fucked her six months ago, so I knew she’d be up for it. I just wanted to see if I could push her a little bit further.
“You wanna fuck her cunt or her face, Josh?” I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t gonna be wanting to put his dick anywhere near whatever Carly had going on between her legs. Most of the men in our town under thirty had been there and so had a few of the women from what I’d heard, and I most definitely wasn’t going there either.
“Face,” Josh replied.
“Me too. Can you manage both of us, Carls?” She thought about it for a second, then shrugged her shoulders.
“Don’t both come at once, else I’ll choke.
My sex life came to a grinding halt just two weeks later when Josh and Sophie’s parents threw a party on Christmas night. Josh was allowed to invite a mate and because I was at their house more than I was ever at my own shit tip, it was me that attended.
We’d been standing in the kitchen for about half an hour, admiring the wives of Joshua’s dad’s mates, when the girls walked in. They were just fifteen and were both now attending the all-girls Catholic school on the smart side of town. I’d never seen either of them in anything other than school uniform or casual clothes and when they walked into the kitchen to get a drink that night, I almost embarrassed myself like the teenage boy that I was and come in my pants.
“Fuck,” I hissed out between my teeth. Josh turned to look at me and away from his cousin Amy’s boyfriend he’d been talking to. He must’ve followed my stare because I heard, “fucking hell” from beside me.
Sophie had on a skin tight, gold, satin type dress and she looked about twenty. She was a pretty girl, tall, with long blondish hair, but she was Josh’s sister and I’d known her since she was three. I just didn’t view her as anything other than a little sister. Meebs, on the other hand, she had played a starring role in many of my wet dreams and right-hand encounters over the past few years, which, yeah, made me a complete perv but what can I say, the girl just did things to me, she always had. If I allowed thoughts of her into my head, she probably always would. That’s why I’ve spent so many years blocking out the fact that she even exists. Blocking out the taste of her lips, the curve of her hips, and the scent of her hair. I shut it down and take control, always. Never again will I let a woman own me like she did, never afuckingain.