The bass hit me before I even made it through the gate. Thumping through the ground, up through my thin sandals, vibrating against my bare thighs. The front door was propped open with a cinder block, yellow light spilling out onto the cracked walkway, and bodies packed the porch like they were waiting for something.
"There she is."
Val's voice cut through the noise. She leaned against the railing, red plastic cup in hand, her eyes running over me like she was checking a package. "You made it."
"I said I would." I smiled, stepping through the crowd. Hands found me immediately — someone's palm on my ass, fingers grazing my hip, a boy's knuckles dragging across my chest through the thin fabric of my top. I wore the pink one again. Val said easy to take off.
"Fuck, look at you." A girl I didn't recognize stepped in front of me. She had short black hair and a nose ring, and she grabbed my left breast like she was testing a melon. "Is this her? The one everyone's been talking about?"
Val grinned. "The one and only."
"She's even bigger than they said." The girl squeezed, her thumb finding my nipple through the cotton, rolling it hard. I gasped, arching into her hand without thinking. "Jesus. And she likes it."
"I'm just friendly," I said, and the girl laughed.
"Friendly as fuck." She let go, but her hand stayed on my waist, steering me through the door. "Come on. Everyone's dying to meet you properly."
The living room was packed. Bodies pressed together on the couches, against the walls, on the stairs. The air smelled like beer and sweat and something floral from a candle burning on the mantel. Red cups littered every surface. The bass came from speakers in the corner, a heavy beat that vibrated through my chest.
And then the hands found me.
From every direction at once. Someone grabbed my ass from behind, both cheeks, squeezing hard. A hand slid up my skirt before I could blink, fingers pressing against my bare pussy — I wasn't wearing the thong anymore, it was still in my pocket, ruined — and I heard a sharp exhale from whoever owned that hand.
"Holy shit. She's not wearing anything."
"Told you. The party gift comes ready." Val's voice, from somewhere ahead of me.
More hands. A boy grabbed my left breast through my top, his thumb finding my nipple and pinching until I whimpered. Another hand on my hip, pulling me backward into someone's body. I felt a hard cock press against my ass through jeans, grinding against the seam of my skirt.
"Elena." Jake appeared in front of me, that blond hair falling into his eyes, a beer in one hand and a familiar hungry look on his face. "You actually showed up."
"I said I would."
"Yeah, but girls say a lot of shit." He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the beer on his breath, the sweat on his skin. His hand found my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, warm and heavy. "Girls don't usually show up after they get passed around by half the school."
I tilted my head back, giving him more access. "I'm not like other girls."
"No shit." He leaned in and kissed me. Hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth immediately, tasting like cheap beer, his hand tightening on my throat just enough to make breathing a choice. I made a sound against his lips and he swallowed it, one hand sliding down to my ass, gripping the curve hard enough to leave bruises.
The hands didn't stop. Someone was still fingering me from behind — two fingers now, sliding inside me easily, finding me soaked and hot. Another hand had pushed my top up from the bottom, exposing my breasts to the room, and I heard whistles, catcalls, someone saying "look at those tits" like I wasn't standing right there.
Jake pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark, his breathing rough. "Fuck, you taste good."
"She tastes good everywhere." The girl with the nose ring appeared at my side, licking her lips. "I heard she's got the tightest pussy in school."
"That's what they say." Val materialized again, a fresh cup in her hand. She wasn't drinking from it — she was holding it like a prop, like a queen surveying her court. "Rumor is, you can barely fit two fingers in her."
The fingers inside me curled, testing. I gasped, my knees buckling, and the boy behind me caught me, his other arm wrapping around my waist. "Fuck," he breathed against my ear. "She's tight. Like, really tight."
"Told you." Val's smile was sharp. "Elena's special."
More hands on my breasts. Someone was pinching my left nipple, twisting it, and someone else had my right nipple in their mouth — I felt the wet heat of a tongue, the scrape of teeth, and I cried out, my head falling back against the shoulder of the boy behind me.
"Jesus, look at her. She's dripping."
"She's always like this. Ask anyone who's had her."
"I want a turn."
"Get in line."
The crowd shifted. I was being moved, hands guiding me, pushing me, until my back hit something solid — a wall, or maybe a support beam. Someone grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. Another pair of hands pulled my skirt down, let it fall to my ankles.
"Look at that." A voice I didn't recognize. Male. "No panties. Just like they said."
"She didn't wear a bra either." A girl's voice, close to my ear, her breath warm. "Her tits are right there. Ready for anyone."
I was bare from the waist up, my pink top bunched around my neck. The basement was cooler than the main floor — I felt the air on my nipples, already hard, already aching. The boy pinning my wrists shifted, and I saw him for the first time: dark hair, dark eyes, a sharp jaw. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him.
"Remember me?" He leaned in, his lips brushing mine. "Hallway. Yesterday. I told you I'd find you tonight."
I nodded, or tried to. "You promised."
"I keep my promises." He kissed me, slower than Jake, deeper, like he had time. His tongue traced my lower lip before sliding into my mouth, and I melted against him, my pinned wrists pulling at his grip but not to escape — to pull him closer.
Someone was between my legs. I felt fingers spread my pussy lips, heard a low whistle.
"Holy fuck. She's tight. I can barely get one finger in."
"Try two." That was Val's voice, from somewhere behind the crowd.
"I don't want to hurt her."
"She likes it. Don't you, Elena?"
"Yes." The word came out breathless, desperate. "I like it. I like all of it."
The boy in front of me — the one from the hallway, the one who promised — smiled against my mouth. "Good girl."
Two fingers pushed into me. I gasped, my body arching, my nails digging into my palms. It hurt — a good hurt, a stretch I could feel in my thighs, in my belly. The boy behind me — the one who'd had his fingers in me — was watching, I could feel his eyes on my face.
"She's even tighter than I thought," the finger boy said, wonder in his voice. "Like, impossibly tight."
"That's the rumor." Val stepped into my field of vision, arms crossed, watching me with that same sharp smile. "Elena's pussy is legendary. Tightest anyone's ever had. And she gives it to everyone."
"Everyone gets a turn," I said, my voice shaky, my hips rocking against the fingers inside me. "I'm friendly."
The room laughed. Warm laughter, friendly laughter. They understood. They all understood.
"Friendly." The boy in front of me — I needed his name, but asking felt wrong, felt like breaking the spell — pressed his forehead against mine. "I've never met anyone like you."
"I'm just—" I started, but he kissed me again, swallowing the words.
Someone else was at my breasts. A mouth, warm and wet, closing over my right nipple. I felt teeth, gentle at first, then harder, and I cried out into the boy's mouth, my hips grinding against the fingers still inside me. The stretch was everything — the fullness, the ache, the way I could feel every ridge of their fingers, every knuckle.
"How many fingers?" Val asked, her voice cutting through the haze.
"Two." The finger boy sounded awed. "And she's gripping me like I've got a fist in her."
"Try three."
"She can't take three."
"She can. She's the friendliest girl in school. She takes everything."
I wanted to nod, to tell them yes, yes, I could take anything they wanted to give me, but the boy was still kissing me, his tongue in my mouth, his hand on my throat, and I was drowning in the sensation, the heat, the weight of all those eyes on my body.
A third finger pushed against my entrance. I felt the pressure, the impossible stretch, and I whimpered against the boy's mouth, my body tensing.
"Shh." The boy pulled back, his dark eyes locked on mine. "You got this. Just relax."
I tried. I breathed. The third finger pushed in, slow, steady, and I felt myself stretch around it, felt the burn, the fullness, the way my body resisted and then surrendered all at once. When they were all the way in, I gasped, my vision going white at the edges.
"Holy fucking shit." The finger boy's voice was barely a whisper. "She took it. All three fingers. And she's still tight."
"I told you." Val's voice, satisfied. "Elena's special."
The fingers started moving. In and out, slow at first, then faster, and I let my head fall back against the wall, my eyes half-closed, my mouth open. The boy at my breast sucked harder, his tongue flicking across my nipple, and I was so full, so completely full, in every way a person could be full.
"Look at her." A girl's voice, somewhere to my left. "She's in heaven."
"She always looks like that." A boy's voice. Familiar. Jake. "Like being used is the best thing that ever happened to her."
"Maybe it is." Val's voice again, thoughtful. "Maybe she was made for this."
I wanted to tell them yes, that's exactly it, I was made for this, for friendly hands and friendly mouths and the way everyone wanted me. But the fingers were moving faster now, three fingers pumping into me, and the boy at my breast had switched to the other one, and the boy in front of me was pressing his body against mine, his hard cock grinding against my hip through his jeans.
"I want to fuck her," the finger boy said, his voice strained. "I need to feel that tightness around my cock."
"Get in line." That was the boy in front of me, the one from the hallway. "I called dibs."
"There's no dibs on Elena." Val's voice cut through like a blade. "She belongs to everyone. That's the rule."
The boy in front of me — hallway boy — looked at Val, something dark flickering across his face. Then he looked back at me, and his expression softened. "Is that what you want?"
I blinked at him, my mind slow, my body buzzing. "What?"
"Do you want to belong to everyone?" He held my gaze, his hand still on my throat, his thumb tracing my pulse. "Or do you want to be someone's?"
The question hung in the air. I felt the fingers stop inside me, felt the mouth leave my breast, felt every eye in the room turn toward me.
I thought about it. Really thought about it.
And I smiled.
"I like being friendly to everyone," I said. "That's what makes me happy."
The room erupted. Cheers, laughter, someone whistling. Hands found me again, everyone touching me at once, and I was passed from body to body, a current of flesh and heat and want. I lost track of who was who. A mouth on my breast, a hand between my legs, a cock pressing against my lips. I opened for all of them. I took everything they gave.
At some point — minutes, hours, I couldn't tell — I was on my knees on the basement floor. Someone was behind me, his hands on my hips, his cock pushing into me. I felt the stretch, the burn, the impossible fullness, and I heard him groan, heard him say "fuck, she's tight, she's so tight," and I smiled into the concrete floor, my cheek pressed against the cold, my body rocking with his thrusts.
"Told you." Val's voice, somewhere above me. Always Val. "Elena's the tightest in school."
"She's the tightest I've ever had." The boy behind me was breathless, his thrusts getting harder, faster. "I'm not gonna last."
"Then don't."
He came with a shout, his cock pulsing inside me, and I felt the warmth of his cum filling me, dripping down my thighs. He pulled out, and someone else was immediately behind him, lining up, pushing in, and the stretch started all over again.
"Still tight," the new boy said, wonder in his voice. "Fuck, she's still tight."
I laughed, a soft, happy sound, muffled by the floor. "I'm friendly," I said, my voice slurred with pleasure. "I'm the friendliest girl in school."
"Yeah." Val crouched down beside me, her hand stroking my hair. "Yeah, you are."