Chloe’s Confessions Part 2 - Sex Stories

Chloe’s Confessions Part 2

... or to the sides. Our high spirits got to us, and we became very giggly. We were talking about the experiences in the basement and Gina cautioned us, “Hey, guys, keep it down a bit. Somebody might overhear us.”

Nevertheless, we were still trying to control ourselves as the waitress, a middle-aged woman named Martha who knew us from previous visits, took our orders of sandwiches, fries, and other side dishes. She probably wondered what we found so amusing.For girls this age, it must be boys. Well, that would have been partially right if one considers boys a likely subject for masturbation.

All of us got colas, and Jenny slipped some rum from her bottle into our drinks. She was sitting by herself facing forward, while Gina and I were on the opposite bench. My companion said, “Well ladies, we have to go back to that room again whenever we want further experimentation. I’m beginning to think of it now as our own little clubhouse.”

The idea of that made me nervous. “Maybe we shouldn’t push our luck any further.”

She was joking when she said, “Oh, piddly-posh.”

“We did make a lot of noise in there.”

“And so what? The door is locked, anybody who noted the sounds would just assume that a female or two were having orgasms.” That didn’t go over well with me, and she could tell that from my expression. “Where does the super in your place live, anyway?”

“He’s on the first floor.”

“I didn’t see a washing machine or dryer down there.”

“There aren’t any.”

“See? ...

... So maybe you’ll get somebody down there checking their electric meter or something once in a while.”

Yet we were drinking our spiked beverages more deeply now, and even with the food I know I was feeling somewhat giddy, “lit-up” as the term is. It was my first experience with liquor, and I remembered Gina’s caution about being careful with it.

It was Jenny who soon said something amazing. “I wonder if when guys have circle jerks, they help each other out if one gets, you know, stuck. Maybe nerves get to some of them at times.”

Gina frowned, and she hesitated before saying, “You mean like I did with, ah . . .”

Jenny seemed fearless. “You mean with me? Yeah, exactly. Lending a helping hand, I’d call it.”

Her friend chose her words carefully. “I’ve heard rumors that guys, if they don’t get enough access to, you know . . .” She seemed surprisingly reluctant again.

Jenny simply said, “Pussy.”

“Well, maybe just handjobs or something.”

I contributed my bit. “Being in high school is not quite like being on a sailing ship for months, you know.” Perhaps I was thinking of thePequod, but I had never gotten very far with that book even though it had been assigned in an English class.

Gina was back to her lecturing; I sometimes wondered where she picked up her information. “Despite what adults may think, I know in our school kids are not nearly as wild as they imagine them to be. They are not getting as much sex as they will claim. Of course, adults never think ...