Curious Lorraine's Sex Party for Eight

Lorraine is an 18-year-old virgin who is curious about sex, so she and her cousin organize a party for themselves and six others who too are sexual novices.

This is another story that was once accepted but then pulled from the website because the tween category was eliminated. The proper corrections have been made. All the major characters in this story are now 18 years old--because they are required to be that old!

Part One

When I, Gerald Cleveland, began the twelfth grade in September of 1977, I quickly realized there was a new social pecking order at my middle school in suburban Canada. It dropped me into a secondary tier in popularity because I definitely was not one of the “cool kids” enrolled there.

I had never really been on the social A-List in all my years at school previous to the 1977-78 academic year, but this time I was made fully aware of it. Some of my longtime classmates who were my school buddies from kindergarten suddenly didn’t invite me to hang out with them after school nor attend their birthday parties, or anything similar. In one or two cases it bugged me—not to the point of tears as it would have if I were a girl. Still, it seemed weird that peers who had always been a simple telephone call away were no longer calling me nor returning my calls. I figured it was because I was just too strait-laced and puritanical in my beliefs, likes and dislikes. For example, no one in my household smoked or drank—which was a rarity for the 1970s. When I expressed dislike for the smell of cigarettes and the taste of liquor during a health-class discussion the previous academic year, I was mocked as a nerd and a killjoy. I cite that incident as the genesis of my not being worthy of my former friends’ company.

However, when one door closes, another opens. At least that’s what the adage says. Once I accepted the harsh fact that many of my old buddies were apparently not going to be part of my life anymore, I acquired a group of new friends who were just like I was—clearly not part of our school’s social upper crust. Still, they were good companions nevertheless. I began hanging out with Mike, Brian and Doug. I was the best scholar of the four of us, but the other three were all at least B-level students, so we all took our schooling seriously—unlike some of the people who were now giving me the cold shoulder. I quickly found out my new amigos were just as much fun to be around as my former friends were. We had plenty of things in common, such as a love of sports and certain TV shows and movies. Best of all, we all had wry senses of humor that we loved to display at every possible opportunity.

Despite all of us having reached our eighteenth birthdays when the school year began, one other thing we had in common was that we all had zero sexual experience with girls. None at all. Absolutely zilch. Nada. Therefore, it came as a shock to all four of us that we—not the school’s snobs—were singled out by a female in our class to attend a special party at her house where virginity would die a quick death. Here is what happened:

One Wednesday as September neared its end, just after class had been dismissed, the four of us were standing idly near our lockers discussing the baseball pennant races. Suddenly, Lorraine Milner approached us. Lorraine had been in my class since the second grade. She too was not part of the exclusive in-crowd clique. She was an average-looking girl with straight black hair. Her looks were okay, but nothing special. (To be completely forthright, the same could truthfully be said about all four of us boys!)

“Can I walk home with you four guys?” she asked.

This was definitely a novelty for all of us. After a couple seconds of silence, I was the first one to respond. “Absolutely, Lorraine,” I pleasantly told her with a broad smile.

“Good!” she said in return. “There’s something I want to talk to you about. Once we leave the school grounds, I’ll tell you all about it.”

We boys looked at each other and slyly shrugged our shoulders at this unprecedented development. My first thought was that Lorraine was being hassled or bullied by someone, and she wanted help from the four of us. Boy, was that a wrong guess! About 10 feet beyond the school ground, Lorraine stopped walking and got us into something akin to a football huddle.

“Guys, here’s what’s up,” she began. “I have a cousin named Carol who is also in the twelfth grade. She lives about 60 miles away. Her parents and my parents will be on a theatre-going weekend starting tomorrow night in Toronto. I’m an only child and so is she. Our parents figured we could safely stay together this weekend at my house while they stay in Toronto on Friday and Saturday nights to watch three plays over the course of the weekend.”

“Hey, that sounds great!” I interjected. “I love live theatre.”

Lorraine quickly raised her hand and said, “Gerald, I’m not finished—and this isn’t about what my parents are doing this weekend. I suspect you might like this considerably better!” I quickly apologized for interrupting her.

Lorraine resumed talking. “Anyway, Carol and I have been aware of this situation since our folks got the theatre tickets in the summer. Carol and I have secretly been planning to do some special things while we have no parental supervision. Both of us are curious about sex. So, we decided that I should invite two female classmates and four male ones to come to visit my house on Friday night to have, well, I guess you would call it a sex party where we can all learn from each other. I see you four guys hanging out all the time. I think you’re all nice, decent boys…”

We were all fairly sharp, so we understood where Lorraine was heading with her monologue. This time the collective gasps of four very engaged twelfth-grade boys interrupted Lorraine.

Brian promptly spoke out, eagerly asking, “Lorraine, are you saying you want us to be the four male students at this orgy?” He pointed at all of us so there could be no misunderstanding.

“You got it!” she said to Brian. “However, there is one stipulation: All eight of us have to have had no sexual experience. Do you all qualify?” she promptly asked us.

Mike laughed and said, “You couldn’t have picked a better qualified foursome, Lorraine. Isn’t that right, guys?”

We all happily affirmed that fact, something that normally would have been on the embarrassing side for any red-blooded male in the twelfthth grade. Doug cheerfully chirped, “Hey, I’ve never been so happy to be a virgin in all my life!”

Lorraine said that Carol would only be at her school for half a day on the Friday. She would be taking a Greyhound bus from her town to ours at about 1 p.m. She had a key to Lorraine’s house and would be waiting for her there once school was dismissed. She’d be taking another Greyhound bus home on Sunday. Lorraine said we’d use some sort of lottery to pair us into four sex couples, at least to begin things. “Who knows where this might lead? We might switch partners three times!” Lorraine cavalierly said.

Curiosity about the details of this highly unusual get-together got the better of me. “So, Lorraine, who are the two other girls from our school who will be there?” I asked.

“I’m not exactly certain yet,” she answered honestly. “I have the field narrowed down to about five of my school friends. I’m sure I can coax two of them into attending this party. If I can’t, the worst-case scenario is that you four guys will have to share just me and Carol.” That remark was accompanied by a naughty and totally sexy smile. Then Lorraine added, “I figured I better get the four boys we needed lined up first. I honestly wasn’t sure how you’d react to this whole idea. It’s kind of a crazy plan, right?”

With a certain degree of incredulity, Mike swiftly said in response, “I can assure you, Lorraine, that not many males past puberty would turn down an opportunity like this one. Probably none at all.”

“You see!” Lorraine replied with a grin. “I honestly wouldn’t have known that. Good! I’ve learned something about boys and sex already!”

We all walked together for about two blocks before we separated as we neared our individual homes. Lorraine showed Mike and me the house where she lived—98 Churchill Street. Before she went inside, she said she hoped to have the two other females onboard by the end of school the next day. Mike and I both assured Lorraine that barring an asteroid destroying the planet, all four of the boys would be there on Friday at the correct time.

Mike and I lived about a block away from each other, with him having the farther walk to and from school every day. He smiled as he said goodbye. Before disappearing from my view, he turned around and added this comment: “You know something, Gerald?” he began. “I was going to invite you over to my house on Friday night to see if we could locate one of the important baseball games on the radio. However, I think we have a better offer from Lorraine Milner.”

“Yeah, just slightly better,” I said, unleashing my wry sense of humor.

Part Two

At the end of school on Thursday, Lorraine again approached the four of us as we gathered at our lockers. As our new favorite girl in the whole school, she was greeted very warmly by us this time.

“Guys, I assume you’re all still good for Friday night. Am I right?” she asked in a voice slightly above a whisper.

We all said yes with a tremendous display of enthusiasm which Lorraine obviously noticed and appreciated.

“That’s great!” she said, just a little bit louder. “Here’s your update about the party: I’ve got Stacy Mahaffey and Yvonne Sparrow as the other two girls for Friday. Do you know them?”

Our school operated in this way: There were five twelfth-grade classes numbered from one to five. Each class had one teacher for half the day for both math and English. Then the students from the entire class rotated to other classes for subjects taught by other teachers (such as science, music, geography, and history) during the other half of the day. This resulted in very little intermingling between the classes during the school day, except at lunchtime—and I always went home for lunch. Lorraine and the four of us were all in Class #2. Stacy and Yvonne were not. I knew Stacy Mahaffey; she was in my sixth-grade class in elementary school. She was an immigrant from England who was in Class #5. I liked her soft, delightful British accent. I didn’t know anything about Yvonne Sparrow—but Doug certainly did. His eyes lit up.

“Is Yvonne the small, blonde-haired girl in Class #3?” he eagerly asked Lorraine.

When Lorraine confirmed that he was correct, a huge, lustful smile came across Doug’s face. Everyone else noticed it.

“Well, I can tell the girl you fancy, Doug! Good luck in the lottery, my friend!” I stated.

Lorraine said we should arrive at about 7 o’clock at her house on Friday evening and we should each bring some sort of goodies to share.

“Aren’t we already sharing our goodies?” Brian joked. All the boys laughed at Brian’s risqué quip, but Lorraine just gave him a stern, disapproving stare.

“You know what I meant, Brian” she upbraided him. “Bring along a large bag of potato chips, pretzels, or something like that. The girls will bring bottles of soft drinks and paper cups.”

Again, my raging curiosity got the better of me. “I have to know something,” I asked Lorraine. “Was it difficult to talk Stacy and Yvonne into attending a sex party with the four of us nobodies?”

“Not at all, Gerald,” Lorraine surprisingly said. “And you’re definitely not nobodies to us. Girls talk about sex too, just like boys do. We’re all equally curious about it, too—and all four of us girls who will be at this party are equally naïve. I figured Yvonne and Stacy had the same level of curiosity about sex as Carol and I do…and it turned out that I was right.”

That night I got the official okay from my parents to attend Lorraine’s party. Remarkably, neither I nor my three male classmates encountered much resistance. At school on Friday, I found out that we were all told by our mothers and fathers that we were responsible boys whom they trusted completely. (I supposed that’s why we were not on the school’s social A-List.) Of course, all of us were smart enough not to mention there would be no parental supervision whatsoever at this special party.

When the school’s klaxon dismissed the classes on Friday afternoon, Lorraine made a special point of reminding Brian, Mike, Doug and me to be at 98 Churchill Street by 7 o’clock—as if any of the four of us would possibly forget. She raced home knowing that Carol would be waiting there for her to arrive.

I mentioned to my already horny friends that I’d like to see what Yvonne Sparrow looked like as I honestly didn’t know who she was. Mike agreed with me as he was in the same boat; he didn’t know Stacy, either. Doug led the way to where the girls’ lockers from Class #3 were located. (Oddly, he seemed to know exactly where that was!) From a distance, he pointed to a blonde girl who seemed to be a couple inches shorter than just about all her classmates. What she lacked in height, she made up for in everything else.

“There’s nothing wrong with your eyesight,” I told Doug. “Wow, she’s a real beauty! I’ve changed my mind. I wish you bad luck in the lottery, Doug. Sorry, I want her for myself!”

Mike, always very practical, said the obvious: “Boys, there is no bad luck tonight. All four of us are going to get laid and all of the girls are probably more attractive than we are. Hey, we’re all winners no matter how tonight’s lottery turns out!”

The rest of us promptly agreed that Mike was totally correct in his assessment. Still, I silently and desperately wanted my first sexual experience—just a few hours away—to be with that petite but very pretty blonde-haired girl from Class #83.

Part Three

None of the four of us risked being one second late for Lorraine’s party. We all were lingering on the street near her house, each holding some bag of snack food, at least ten minutes ahead of time—a plain sign of obvious eagerness which we jointly laughed about. At 6:58 p.m., we all walked up the four steps to the elevated front door at 98 Churchill Street. Brian gladly took the initiative and rang the doorbell.

Seconds later, a smiling Lorraine welcomed us inside her home. The four of us politely removed our shoes after which we were led into the living room. There we saw someone that none of us knew. Lorraine quickly introduced her houseguest. “This is Carol, my cousin I’ve told you about,” she noted. We all said hello and shook hands with her. Carol was a lanky brunette who was slightly taller than Lorraine. She was at least moderately attractive, too.

Sitting at the back of the living room, almost invisible, were Stacy and Yvonne. I hadn’t really paid much attention to Stacy since the sixth grade. She had certainly blossomed since then. She was clearly the bustiest of the four 18-year-old girls in the room, which was delightfully pleasant to me as I simply adored girls’ tits regardless of their size and shape. Stacy greeted me with, “Long time no see, Gerald. I don’t think we’ve said a word to each other since elementary school.” That blunt statement was probably true.

However, despite Stacy’s developing charms, I fixed my eyes upon Yvonne and silently cursed the fact that she wasn’t in Class #2 with me. She had the prettiest face I had ever seen on any girl my age. The fact that she was definitely on the tiny side was also a major turn-on that I cannot explain. Yvonne was slightly small-breasted, but I didn’t care too much, despite my having a general preference for “meaty” girls. She was even more beautiful up close than she had been at a distance earlier in the day. I quickly said hello and shook her hand softly.

“I’m sorry. My hand is a little bit sweaty,” she confessed to me. “I guess I’m sort of nervous about tonight’s activities.”

From across the room, Brian said in agreement, “Yep, me too.” Pretty soon the other six of us all admitted the very same thing. It was a great relief and an excellent icebreaker. Indeed, we all would be embarking on a new adventure in a few minutes. It was simultaneously thrilling and a bit daunting—and all eight of us were very aware of it.

“I take responsibility for this get-together,” Carol said to all of us. “It was my idea. Hey, I’m a normal 18-year-old girl. I’m curious about sex, so when I learned a few months ago that Lorraine and I would have the whole house for a weekend, I talked her into hosting and organizing this sex party.”

“Thank you, Carol!” Doug shouted. That quip amused us all and the laughter was another terrific way to ease some of the tension that had slowly filled the room.

Shortly thereafter, Lorraine led us down a flight of stairs to her family’s rec room. I noticed that all the room’s furniture had been covered with sheets. There were even some mattresses lying on the floor amongst many pillows. That was Carol’s handiwork, achieved during the 75 minutes or so before Lorraine got home from school. She had obviously done a lot of preplanning.

As the hostess, Lorraine assumed the role of the event’s emcee. She explained that all the girls had “taken the proper precautions against pregnancy so we could be fully free to do as we please sexually.” She then announced how the all-important lottery would work to determine the boy/girl pairings.

Lorraine had a deck of cards from which she removed the jack, queen, king and ace of clubs and the jack, queen, king and ace of diamonds. Those were the only eight cards that mattered. She put the four club cards in one stack and the four diamond cards in another. She shuffled the two stacks individually, after which each of the four boys randomly drew a club while each of the girls drew a diamond. The holder of the jack of clubs would be paired with the holder of the jack of diamonds, and so forth. As Mike had said, there were no losers as far as the boys were concerned. We had no idea what the girls thought about us individually, however.

To heighten the drama, we were all told to wait for a moment and then simultaneously reveal the cards we had drawn. When Lorraine gave the okay, I displayed my card—the queen of clubs. I immediately glanced at the four girls and saw that beautiful Yvonne had drawn the queen of diamonds! It was extremely difficult for me to suppress a cheer, but I managed to do it. No one could wipe the smile from my face, though! Brian and Lorraine had drawn the jacks. Mike and Stacy had drawn the kings. Doug and Carol had drawn the aces. Those were the four twosomes.

We promptly paired up. Lorraine gave us one last instruction, which was probably unnecessary. “There’s no need to be shy, folks! Let’s all get undressed and have sex with our partners—and do the best we can!”
Mike said a loud, “Yahoo!” as he began to unbutton his white shirt.

I had thought about this situation all afternoon at school. I was going to undress my female for an added level of fun and eroticism—regardless of which girl it might be.
I quickly turned to Yvonne and said, “Let’s undress each other; it will be fun!” Yvonne readily agreed and we both began removing each other’s garments. I have to admit my hands were a bit shaky when I started. However, before we really began, Yvonne whispered a special something to me.

“Gerald,” she said very sexily, “I was so hoping we’d draw the same cards! I’ve heard so many positive things about you from your classmates—and I think you are very handsome, too. I’ve sort of had a crush on you from afar. That’s the main reason I agreed to come to this party: I had a one-in-four chance of having sex with you. I’m so happy the lottery worked out my way!”

Wow, what a compliment! I didn’t have the heart to tell Yvonne I had no idea she even existed until yesterday afternoon. Be that as it may, her lovely comment—the best thing I had ever heard from anyone in my young life—somehow chased away all my mounting nervousness. We were both thrilled by the hand that fate had literally dealt us. With both of us thrilled by the outcome of the lottery, there would be nothing holding us back. Yvonne and I would happily fuck like crazy!

It’s difficult to be oblivious to three couples having noisy sex near where you are doing the same thing, but I didn’t even notice anyone else in the room besides my beautiful Yvonne. My focus was intense. From the first button I undid on her pale blue blouse, I was utterly transfixed by this terrific girl. I was unaware that Yvonne had removed my pants and underwear until I heard her say, “Ooh, that’s a nice big dick you have, Gerald.” She then started to gently caress my very hard shaft. I approved!

Yvonne was wearing a small, frilly, white brassiere that I figured out how to remove despite having no previous experience with such things. Revealed were two very perky, pointy breasts—the type that are practically begging males to fondle and suck on them. I certainly couldn’t resist, so I suspended undressing this angel to enjoy them. “Wow, Yvonne, your tits are magnificent!” I told her between licks.

“Thank you, Gerald,” she softly cooed. “They’re not very big, but they seem to draw the boys’ attention!”

“Every part of you, Yvonne, is completely gorgeous,” I corrected her. Our eyes met and we knew we just had to have a long, passionate kiss at that moment. Then the realization hit that I was considerably taller than Yvonne was. So, I lifted her off her feet so we could be face to face. Her sexy, erect nipples rubbed against my chest as we locked lips. What an absolutely heavenly feeling that was!

When we paused our kissing to take deep breaths, I romantically lifted her up and carried her to one of the huge, soft chairs. I sat down and placed Yvonne on my lap to continue undressing her. Again, despite knowing only the very basics about the mechanics of sexual intercourse, I figured the best way for petite Yvonne and I to fuck would be if she mounted me. I think she instinctively knew it, too. She helped me remove the black skirt and pretty pink panties she had been wearing. Now we both were gloriously nude—and I had a stunningly beautiful, turned-on, affectionate, adoring, twelfth-grade girl in my lap. Life was certainly good on this night!

I resumed the fun act of fondling her breasts, while Yvonne did the same with my phallus. When Yvonne started to give my shaft a few playful kisses and licks, I quickly lost control and ejaculated strongly. My semen splattered mostly onto Yvonne’s torso. While Yvonne seemed surprised at what her actions had done to me, I was totally embarrassed.

Thankfully, I was not alone. I quickly glanced at my three buddies who, in every case, were all halted in various sexual positions. Mike looked to be on the verge of tears. Our inexperience in lovemaking was obvious. We four boys had all come far, far too quickly. I tried to respond to the awkward situation with a touch of humor.

“Well, I think we’ve all learned something,” I announced. “Take a typical 18-year-old boy, give him a beautiful 18-year-old girl to have sex with…and he’ll last about 18 seconds!”

“Yeah, but they were 18 terrific seconds!” Doug insisted, adding to the comedy.

Luckily for us, we had four very sweet and understanding girls at our sides. “We didn’t know how long it would take for you guys to come,” Carol insisted. “No problem, though. There are rolls of paper towels near us all. Let’s just clean ourselves up and continue.”

The four couples all grabbed rolls and used them liberally to dab up the jism. A few of us went to the house’s two washrooms to clean ourselves thoroughly with soapy water. There was a silver lining to this unplanned intermission: The boys got a chance to thoroughly scrutinize the four lovely girls who were now parading around the rec room in their birthday suits. All of them, without exception, were beautiful adolescent creatures. Stacy’s fine breasts were especially appealing to my eyes.

One undeniable benefit of being a horny 18-year-old was that the recovery time from one erection to the next is mercifully brief. George Bernard Shaw once wrote that “youth is wasted on the young.” He was probably correct, so I wasn’t going to waste a second opportunity to make love properly to sexy Yvonne--who had cheerfully hopped right back into my lap after cleaning my load of cum from her chest. We renewed our frolic with some passionate kissing combined with some lustful groping.

“Spread your legs a bit, Yvonne,” I instructed her, “I want to caress your beautiful pussy.”

She did exactly as I told her which allowed me to place my right hand against her cunny. I began to rub Yvonne’s most private body part as we continued our kissing. As our passion increased, so did my rubbing. “Put a finger inside me, Gerald, I don’t mind,” she whispered in my ear followed by a cute, girlish giggle.

“Whatever you say, Yvonne…whatever you say,” I replied joyfully. Accordingly, I inserted my middle finger and explored her teenage cunt with it. Yvonne was obviously aroused by this type of vaginal penetration, but I was more interested in the traditional version. After about a minute I said to her, “Time for the real thing.” She nodded. I removed my finger from her love box and then I carefully lifted Yvonne onto my penis which was just as hard as it had been 30 minutes before.

It was a wonderful feeling having Yvonne atop me. She lovingly placed her arms around my chest, and I grabbed her waist so I could lift her up and down on my erect rod. Yvonne began squealing with delight—which also enhanced my sexual arousal and pleasure. There was no way I was going to pull out of her without depositing a large blast of goo inside her pussy. After about five minutes, my penis shot a load for the second time within an hour. Coming on a beautiful, young girl’s body was definitely fun; coming inside a beautiful, young girl was fun multiplied by a hundred!

Once my euphoria had subsided and I fully regained my senses, I recognized that all four couples had indeed done better on their second attempts. (Alright, the four males were the ones who had improved!) The huge smiles plastered across all eight of our faces was clear evidence of that. Not surprisingly, the boys were especially pleased by their improved self-control and successful performances the second time around. I kept my rod inside Yvonne’s pussy until my erection totally subsided. (That took longer than I anticipated!) When I did pull out, Yvonne proved that I had sufficiently satisfied her. “Let me kiss that wonderful thing!” she told me as she put her lips around the head of my penis. At that moment, Yvonne had to be the very definition of a dream girl!

We all kept up our screwing and fondling for the next hour or so. It didn’t occur to any of us to change sexual partners. The fates had dealt each of us the correct card and we were all quite content.

Yvonne and I were hardly separated for the rest of the evening. Even when we needed a break from coitus, we remained in each other’s arms. It was wonderful! We seemed to be the most romantically motivated couple in the room that night—and probably the most conservative in our sexual activities. Still, out of curiosity, we sometimes stopped our lovemaking to watch the others “get it on” for a while, as did everyone else in the room.

We did indeed learn from each other, as was part of the general plan, taking mental notes about how to please a member of the opposite sex in various ways. Mike and Stacy were certainly the most adventurous couple of the four, trying numerous exotic sexual positions that the athletic Mike suggested. At one point Mike surprised Stacy by lifting her off her feet, turning her upside down, and licking her vagina passionately! Without being told, Stacy figured out her active role: She occupied herself by performing fellatio on Mike. The other six of us applauded their creativity. “I did my homework,” Mike proudly explained. “My older cousin leant me a book about such things. It had excellent illustrations!”

Carol even asked Doug to try anal sex—not the other way around—but it didn’t last long as Carol quickly found out that “taking it up the butt” was not the pleasurable experience she had anticipated. Doug, being a true gentleman, stopped when he was asked to do so.

Brian and Lorraine were undoubtedly the noisiest twosome of the four, filling the room with happy shrieks and groans no matter what they were doing. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to mimic Brian’s distinctive moans while I vigorously rode Yvonne to a third climax, causing her to laugh loudly.

Physical fatigue eventually set in. The last 45 minutes of the party were spent just chatting with one another and consuming the snacks and soft drinks we had provided, all the while happily recounting what had just happened in this milestone night in our eight lives. We were all still buck naked, and Yvonne was still seated on my lap during the whole conversation. (Of course, my hands kept wandering to various key locations on her sexy little body!) When the clock closed in on 10 p.m., we all assisted Lorraine with the clean-up.

The three local girls and their lovers all agreed to continue seeing each other. Poor Doug and Carol lived 60 miles apart, so this would only be a one-night fling for the two of them. By 10:30 p.m., the four boys were heading home together on foot. Before I kissed her one last time, I made a point of telling Yvonne that I loved her.

The four of us walked home in total silence for a while. Then Brian suddenly joked, “I wonder if all those cool kids at our school had any fun tonight…”