I walked up the cracked driveway of 1420 Oak, the bass thumping through my chest before I even reached the front door. The house was old and big, paint peeling off the porch railing, lights flickering behind curtained windows. A group of kids stood on the lawn smoking, and when they saw me, one of them whistled.
"There she is."
I smiled and waved. I didn't know his name, but that didn't matter. Everyone was friendly here.
The front door was open. I stepped through into a wall of heat and sound—bodies packed into the living room, red cups everywhere, a sticky floor under my sandals. The music was loud enough to feel in my bones.
And before I could even see the room, hands found me.
One on my ass, squeezing hard through my blue skirt. One on my breast, fingers digging into the thin pink fabric. A third sliding around my waist from behind, pulling me back against a hard chest.
"She's here!" someone shouted.
The crowd parted just enough for me to see the couch. Val sat in the center, legs crossed, a drink in her hand, her dark hair falling over one shoulder. She was watching me with that slow smile I was starting to recognize. The one that said she owned me.
I didn't mind. It felt good to be wanted.
The hands didn't stop. They were everywhere—on my hips, my stomach, sliding under my skirt. A guy pressed against me from behind, his cock hard against my ass through his jeans, his breath hot on my neck.
"You made it," he said, his voice low and rough.
"I told Mina I would."
"Yeah. We've all been waiting for you."
His hands came around to my front, cupping my breasts through my top. My nipples were already hard, and I could feel the wetness starting between my legs. I always got wet when people touched me. It was like my body knew what it was supposed to do.
A boy I didn't know stepped in front of me. He was tall, with dark eyes and a grin that made my stomach flip. His hands went to the buttons of my pink top, and he started working them open.
"Thought you'd wear something easy," he said.
"Val told me to."
"Good girl."
The first button came undone. Then the second. The third. The cool air hit my skin, and then his hands were inside my top, pushing the fabric aside, cupping my bare breasts. His thumbs found my nipples and rolled them, hard.
I let out a soft gasp and leaned into him.
Around me, the party kept going. People talking, drinking, laughing. But their hands were on me too—someone's fingers tracing up my thigh, someone else's palm flat against my ass, squeezing, kneading. I was surrounded by hands. All friendly. All wanting me.
I felt so full.
"Bring her to the center," someone said. "Jake wants to say something."
The hands guided me through the crowd, pulling me toward the middle of the living room. My top was still open, my breasts exposed, and no one looked away. They all stared. Boys, girls. Their eyes on my body like I was something special.
The music dropped in volume. Jake stepped up onto the coffee table, a red cup in his hand, his grin wide. He was cute—blond hair, broad shoulders, the kind of confidence that came from being the one everyone listened to.
"Everyone!" he shouted. "Elena's here!"
A cheer went up. I blushed and smiled, my hands at my sides, not covering myself.
"She's the party gift tonight," Jake said, his eyes on me, hot and hungry. "Everyone gets a share. That's the deal. You all touch her, you all fuck her, you all use her. She's the friendliest girl in school, and tonight she belongs to all of us."
Another cheer. Louder this time.
I felt a warmth spread through my chest. A party gift. That was so nice. They wanted me. All of them.
"Elena," Jake said, looking down at me. "You okay with that?"
I nodded, my smile wide. "Yeah. I like being friendly."
The crowd laughed, but it wasn't mean. It was happy. They were happy I was here.
Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. A girl with short red hair and freckles, her eyes bright. She pushed me back against the wall, her mouth on mine before I could say anything. Her tongue pressed in, tasting like beer and something sweet. I kissed her back, my hands finding her waist.
Her hand slid down between us, under my skirt, into my thong. Her fingers found me wet, and she let out a low moan against my mouth.
"God, you're soaked," she breathed.
"I'm always wet."
"Good girl."
She pushed two fingers into me, hard and fast, and I gasped, my head falling back against the wall. Her thumb found my clit, pressing in circles, and my hips started moving on their own, riding her hand.
"Look at her go," someone said beside me. A boy. "She's already fucking herself on her fingers."
His hand gripped my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper. Then his mouth was on my nipple, sucking, biting, pulling at it with his teeth. The pain was sharp and good, and I felt my pussy clench around the girl's fingers.
"I'm gonna—" I started.
"Not yet," the girl said, pulling her fingers out. "You come when we say you can."
I whimpered, but I nodded. I wanted to be good. I wanted them to keep touching me.
She stepped back, and two guys took her place. One of them—a big guy with a beard and thick arms—grabbed my hips and turned me around, pressing me face-first against the wall. His knee pushed my legs apart, and then his hands were on my ass, squeezing, spreading, his thumbs hooking into my thong and pulling it down.
"Fuck, look at this ass," he said.
I felt his cock press against me, hard and thick. He didn't wait. He pushed in, all at once, and I cried out, my hands flat against the wallpaper. He was so big. The stretch burned, but it was good, it was so good, and I pushed back against him.
"Yeah, that's it," he grunted. "Take it."
He started fucking me, rough and fast, his hips slapping against my ass. The sound was wet and loud, and I knew everyone was watching, but I didn't care. I was smiling. I was full.
The guy behind me—Jake, I realized—pulled out and someone else took his place. A different cock, thinner but longer, pressing into my pussy from behind. Then a girl knelt in front of me, her mouth finding my clit, sucking while the boy fucked me.
I came hard, my body shaking, my knees buckling. But they held me up. Hands everywhere. Holding me, touching me, using me.
Someone pulled me off the wall. I was passed through the crowd, from one set of hands to another. Someone laid me down on a rug in the middle of the floor. The carpet was rough against my back. My skirt was gone now—I didn't know when. My top was off completely. I was naked, surrounded by faces, all of them looking down at me.
"Open your mouth," a girl said.
I did. A cock slid in, thick and salty. I sucked it, my tongue working the shaft the way I'd learned from the boys in the hallway. Someone's fingers pushed into my pussy again, two, then three. Then a mouth on my nipple, teeth grazing hard.
I was being used. Every hole. Every inch of me. And I loved it.
"Flip her over," someone said.
Strong hands rolled me onto my stomach. My ass was in the air, my face pressed into the rug. I felt a cock press against my asshole, and I tensed for a second.
"Relax," a boy said, his voice gentle but firm. "I'll be friendly."
I nodded against the carpet. He pushed in, slow at first, and I gasped at the pressure, the fullness. It hurt, but I wanted it. I needed it. He pushed deeper, and I felt myself open for him, my body accepting him like it accepted everything.
He started fucking my ass, hard and deep, and someone else slid under me, their mouth finding my pussy from below. I was sandwiched between them, my body nothing but a vessel for their pleasure.
And I was so happy.
I lost track of time. Of faces. Of names. I was passed from body to body, used in every way they wanted. I sucked cocks. I was fucked in my pussy and my ass. I was licked and bitten and squeezed. I came more times than I could count, my body trembling, my voice hoarse from moaning.
At some point, Val knelt beside me. Her hand cupped my chin, turning my face toward her.
"You're doing so good," she said, her voice soft. "You're being so friendly."
I smiled, even with cum on my lips. "I like it."
"I know you do. You're the friendliest girl in school."
She kissed my forehead, then stood and walked away, leaving me to the crowd.
The night went on. The music kept thumping. The hands kept coming. I lay on the rug, legs spread, arms above my head, letting them do whatever they wanted. A boy came on my stomach. A girl licked it off. Someone's fingers stayed inside me, curling and pressing, making sure I stayed wet and ready.
At some point, Jake pulled me up and sat me on his lap on the couch. His cock was still hard, and he slid into me from behind, his arms wrapped around my waist, his mouth on my neck.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to this school," he said against my skin.
I leaned back into him, my head on his shoulder. "This is the best school."
"Yeah?"
"Everyone's so friendly."
He laughed, his hips driving up into me. "Yeah, Elena. We're all real friendly."
I came again, my body clenching around him, and he held me through it, his hands on my breasts, squeezing tight. When he was done, he pulled out and someone else was there, taking me from him, laying me back down on the rug.
The rug was wet now. Sticky. But I didn't care. I was too full, too happy, too warm.
At some point, the crowd thinned. The music stayed loud, but fewer hands found me. I lay on my side, my body sore and used, my thighs slick with cum. My mind was fuzzy, but I was still smiling.
Val appeared again. She crouched beside me, her hand brushing hair out of my face.
"You okay?"
"Mm." I nodded, my eyes half-closed. "That was the best party ever."
She smiled. It wasn't soft—it was hungry. Possessive. "Good. Because this is just the beginning."
She helped me sit up. Someone handed me a cup of water, and I drank it greedily, the cold burning my throat. My body ached everywhere. There were marks on my hips. Bite marks on my breasts. I touched them and felt a thrill.
"Everyone got a share?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
Val laughed. "Yeah. Everyone who wanted one."
I smiled. "Good. I wanted to be friendly to everyone."
She stood and held out her hand. I took it, letting her pull me up. My legs wobbled. My skirt was gone somewhere, and my top was torn. I was wearing only my thong—hiked up and twisted—and the sweat and cum drying on my skin.
"Come on," Val said. "There's more night left."
I followed her, my body sore and satisfied, a smile on my face. The party was still going. And I was still the friendliest girl in it.
Val's hand was warm on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. Bodies pressed against me from every side—hands reaching out, fingers grazing my skin, someone's palm flat against my stomach as I passed. I let them touch. I always let them touch.
"This way," Val said.
She led me toward the hallway, past the kitchen where more kids were drinking, past a couple pressed against the wall, the girl's skirt hiked up around her waist. The bass rattled the floorboards. My legs were still shaky, my body wide open and aching in the best way.
At the end of the hall, a door was open. A bedroom. Big enough for a crowd.
I saw them before I understood. Five guys. Maybe six. Sitting on the bed, leaning against the dresser, holding red cups and watching me with eyes that didn't blink. The air in the room was hot and smelled like sweat and beer.
"Brought her," Val said.
She pushed me forward, not hard, but firm. I stumbled a step, my bare feet on the carpet. I was still only wearing my thong—twisted and wet—and the dried cum on my thighs.
The guys didn't say anything at first. They just looked at me. One of them—a stocky guy with a shaved head and a gold chain—stood up from the bed.
"Val said we got a turn."
"You do," Val said. She was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, watching. "All of you. She's the party gift, remember?"
The stocky guy grinned. His teeth were white against his dark skin. "Yeah. I remember."
He crossed the room in three steps and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the center. His hand went straight to my breast, squeezing hard, his thumb grinding into my nipple. I gasped, but I didn't pull away. I never pulled away.
"She's even softer up close," he said.
The other guys laughed. They closed in around me, a wall of bodies and hands. Someone grabbed my ass from behind, fingers digging into the flesh. Someone else cupped my face and tilted it up, studying me like I was something to be examined.
"Open your mouth," he said.
I did. He pressed his thumb inside, against my tongue, and I tasted salt and beer. I sucked without being told, my lips closing around his skin.
"Fuck. She's obedient."
"Val trained her."
"Nah," Val said from the door. "She's just friendly."
More laughter. Hands pulled at my thong, and I felt the fabric tear, then disappear. I was naked now, completely naked, in the middle of a circle of guys I'd never met before tonight.
And I was smiling.
"Lay her on the bed," someone said.
Hands lifted me, carried me, laid me out on the mattress. The sheets were rough and smelled like cigarette smoke. I looked up at the ceiling—cracked plaster, a bare lightbulb—and felt the bed dip as they surrounded me.
Two guys knelt at my sides. One on my left, one on my right. They didn't speak. They just started touching me—his mouth on my nipple, his fingers sliding through my wetness, finding my clit, pressing hard.
I arched my back, a moan slipping out of me.
"She's ready," the guy between my legs said. "Soaking wet."
"Good. Let's use her."
Hands pulled my legs apart, wide. I felt a cock press against my entrance, thick and blunt. Then another pressure—at my ass. I tensed for a second, my breath catching.
"Two at once," a voice said. The stocky guy. He was positioned between my thighs, his tip pushing into my pussy, just barely inside. "Ever been double-stuffed, Elena?"
I shook my head, my heart pounding. "No."
"You're gonna love it."
The guy behind me—I couldn't see him, but I felt him—pressed against my asshole, slick with something. Lube, or spit, or my own wetness. He pushed, slow and steady, and I felt the pressure build, the burn of being stretched too wide.
"Breathe," he said, his voice low near my ear. "Relax."
I tried. I let my body go soft, the way I'd learned to do when things hurt but I wanted them anyway. The pressure deepened, and then I felt him slide inside, inch by inch, filling my ass completely.
And then the guy at my pussy pushed forward at the same time.
I screamed. Not from pain—from the shock of being so full. Both of them inside me, stretching me, claiming every inch of space I had. I could feel them through the thin wall of flesh, their cocks separated by nothing but skin. My body was pinned between them, and I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
"Look at that," someone said. "She's taking us both."
"Told you she was friendly."
They started moving. Not together at first—one pushing in while the other pulled out, a rhythm that was off-beat and chaotic. My body bounced with each thrust, my breasts shaking, my head thrown back, my hands gripping the sheets.
"Harder," I heard myself say. "Please."
The stocky guy laughed, but he gave it to me. He slammed into my pussy, deep and rough, and the guy behind fucked my ass in the same brutal rhythm, both of them finding their pace together, pounding into me from both ends.
I was nothing but a body. A hole. A vessel. And I loved it.
Someone's hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back. A cock pressed against my lips, and I opened my mouth, let it slide in. I sucked while they fucked me, my throat working, my tongue tracing the shaft. Three of them now. Every hole full.
I came with a scream that was muffled by the cock in my mouth. My body convulsed, my pussy clenching around the stocky guy, my ass tightening around the other. They didn't stop. They kept going, using my orgasm as fuel, fucking me through it.
"She's cumming on my dick," the stocky guy said, his voice strained. "Fuck, she's tight when she cums."
"Don't stop," I gasped when the cock left my mouth. "Please, don't stop."
"We're not gonna stop."
The door was open. I could see the hallway, the party still going. People passed by, looked in, saw me spread open and used. Some of them stopped to watch. A girl with dark hair leaned against the doorframe, her eyes on my body as the guys fucked me, her hand sliding down her own stomach, into her jeans.
I felt so seen. So wanted.
The guy in my ass came first. I felt him pulse inside me, felt his cum flood me, hot and thick. He pulled out, and I felt it leak down my thigh. But before I could breathe, someone else was there, pushing into my ass, replacing him.
Another cock. Another body. Another load.
And the stocky guy kept fucking my pussy, relentless, his hips slapping against mine, his breath ragged.
"Switch with me," someone said.
The stocky guy pulled out. I whimpered at the emptiness, but it didn't last. A different cock pushed into my pussy—thinner, longer, reaching deeper—and the guy behind me kept pounding my ass. They built a rhythm together, faster and faster, and I came again, my vision going white, my voice gone.
I lost count. I lost track of faces, of names. I was a body on a bed, passed from cock to cock, filled in every hole, marked with their cum. My stomach was slick with it. My thighs were coated. I tasted it on my lips.
At some point, they pulled me up, onto my hands and knees. Someone fucked my pussy from behind while someone else knelt in front of me, his cock in my mouth. A third guy pressed against my ass, and I felt that familiar stretch, that fullness, as they filled me again—three at once, sandwiched and used.
I came again, my body shaking, my arms giving out. I collapsed onto the bed, but they didn't stop. They just kept using me, my body limp and accepting, my moans muffled by the mattress.
Val was still in the doorway. I saw her through the haze, her arms crossed, that possessive smile on her face.
"How many," I gasped. "How many more?"
"Everyone who wants a turn," she said. "And that's everyone."
I smiled against the sheets. I was so tired. So sore. So full.
Another guy climbed onto the bed. Then another. Hands grabbed my hips, lifted my ass, spread my legs. A cock pushed into me, and I moaned, my body accepting it like it had accepted everything tonight.
"You're the friendliest girl I've ever met," someone said.
I nodded, my eyes closed. "I want to be friendly."
They laughed. Warm, not mean. And they kept fucking me.
My vision started to blur. The ceiling light split into two, then three, then swam back together. The hands were still on me, the cocks still pushing into me, but it felt distant now, like I was watching from far away.
"She's getting loose," someone said.
"Good. Means she's relaxed."
A thumb pressed into my mouth. I sucked without thinking, my tongue heavy, my jaw slack. Everything was soft and warm and far away. The music from the living room was just a thump in my bones. The hands on my hips were just pressure—good pressure, friendly pressure.
"Elena." A voice. Sharp. Close. "Elena, stay with us."
I tried to open my eyes. They were so heavy. "Mm."
"She's passing out."
"So? She's still wet."
"Val said—"
"Val said we get to use her. She didn't say she had to be awake."
Laughter. It sounded like it was underwater. I felt my body turn, felt someone lift my legs, arrange me on my stomach. My cheek pressed into the damp sheet. The smell of sweat and cum filled my nose, and I breathed it in like it was air.
"Look at that. She's still smiling."
I was. I felt my lips stretched wide, even as my eyes drifted closed. The last thing I saw was the crack in the plaster above me, a thin line running from the lightbulb to the corner of the ceiling. Then the world went dark.
---
I wasn't asleep. I was somewhere deeper. My body still felt everything, but it was like the signals had to travel through water to reach me. Pressure inside me. Pulling. Pushing. Someone's hand on my throat, light, testing.
"She's out."
"Good. Hold her hips like this."
I was on my knees. No—I was being held there. Hands on my hips, lifting my ass. Something thick pushed into my pussy, and I heard myself moan, a distant sound, like it came from someone else.
"She still reacts."
"Her body knows what to do."
"Fuck, that's hot."
They kept going. I floated in the dark, feeling them use me. Someone finished inside me—I felt the warmth spread, felt it leak down my thigh. Then a new cock pushed in, replacing the first, and the rhythm started again.
I lost track of bodies. Of time. There was only the pressure, the heat, the sound of skin on skin, the grunts and moans of boys taking their turns. Someone bit my shoulder. Hard. The pain surfaced through the fog, sharp and bright, and I felt my pussy clench.
"She likes that."
"Do it again."
Teeth on my other shoulder. Then my neck. A hand in my hair, pulling my head back. A cock against my lips, and my mouth opened automatically, letting it slide in.
"She's still sucking. Even unconscious."
"She's the perfect party gift."
They laughed, and I kept sucking, my body running on instinct, my mind floating somewhere safe and warm.
---
Light came back in pieces. First the sound—the bass from the living room, muffled through walls. Then the feeling—the rough sheet under my cheek, the ache between my legs, the weight of a body on top of me.
I opened my eyes.
A boy was fucking me. I didn't know his name. He had brown hair and a red flush on his chest and his eyes were closed, his mouth open, lost in the feeling of my body. He was on top of me, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy with a wet, steady rhythm.
He opened his eyes and saw me looking.
"Hey," he said. Breathless. "You're back."
I blinked. My throat was dry. "How long—"
"Dunno. Hour maybe. You were out for a while."
He didn't stop. He kept fucking me, even as we talked. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing, his thumbs working my nipples. My body responded automatically—arching into his touch, my hips rising to meet his thrusts.
"Did everyone get a turn?" I asked. My voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.
He laughed. "Yeah. A few of us went twice."
I smiled. "Good. I wanted everyone to be happy."
"You're amazing, you know that?" He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I kissed him back, my hands finding his shoulders, holding him as he fucked me. "Seriously. I've never met anyone like you."
"I just like being friendly."
"Yeah. I can tell."
He sped up, his hips slapping against mine, his breath ragged. I felt myself climbing toward something—not an orgasm, not yet, but a warmth that spread from my core to my fingertips. My body was so tired, but it still knew what to do.
"I'm gonna—" he started.
"Inside," I said. "Please. Inside."
He groaned and pushed deep, his body tensing, and I felt his cock pulse as he came, filling me with another load. He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to mine.
"Fuck," he whispered. "You're perfect."
He pulled out slowly, and I felt the cum leak out of me, warm and wet against the sheet. He rolled off, and for a moment I was alone on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my body covered in sweat and cum and bite marks.
I felt so full. So used. So happy.
---
Val appeared in the doorway. She looked the same as before—arms crossed, dark hair falling over one shoulder, that slow possessive smile on her face. She stepped into the room, stepping over discarded clothes and empty cups, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You're awake."
"Mm." I tried to sit up, but my arms gave out. I flopped back onto the mattress. "How many?"
"Enough." She brushed hair out of my face, her fingers lingering on my cheek. "You did good. Everyone's talking about you."
"Are they happy?"
"Very happy."
I smiled, my eyes drifting closed. "Good. I wanted them to be happy."
Her hand slid down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach. She pressed gently on my lower belly, and I felt the cum shift inside me, a warm pressure.
"You're still full," she said.
"They kept filling me."
"I know. I watched."
Her fingers slipped lower, finding my pussy, sliding through the wetness. I gasped as she pushed two fingers inside me, curling them, feeling how loose and stretched I was.
"You're going to be sore tomorrow."
"I know."
"But you liked it."
"I loved it."
She smiled, that hungry smile. "Good. Because this is just the beginning, remember?"
"I remember."
She pulled her fingers out and wiped them on my thigh. Then she stood and looked down at me, her eyes dark and satisfied.
"There are more guys in the living room. They heard about you. They want a turn."
I nodded, my body already preparing itself. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"I want to be friendly to everyone."
She laughed, low and warm. "Yeah. You really are the friendliest girl."
She turned and walked to the door, then paused, looking over her shoulder.
"I'll send them in."
I lay there, naked and used and open, waiting for the next hands to find me. The ceiling crack was still there, running from the light to the corner. I stared at it and smiled.
Three guys came in. I didn't know their names. I didn't need to.
"Val says you're up for more," one of them said.
I spread my legs for him. "I'm always up for more."
He grinned and unbuckled his belt.
"Do you want me on my stomach or on my back first?"
His hands stopped at his belt buckle. He blinked, then grinned wider. "You're asking me?"
"I want you to have it how you like it."
He glanced at the other two guys, who were watching from the foot of the bed. One of them shrugged. The other was already palming his cock through his jeans.
"On your back," the buzz-cut guy said. "I want to see your face when I'm inside you."
I rolled onto my back, the damp sheet sticking to my skin. My legs fell open on their own, my knees bent, my body already remembering what to do. The air hit my wet pussy and I shivered. I was still dripping from the last round, still open and loose.
He climbed over me, one knee on either side of my hips. His jeans were off now—I hadn't even seen him take them off. His cock was hard, curving up against his stomach, dark and thick. He wrapped his hand around the base and guided it to my entrance.
"You ready?"
"I'm always ready."
He pushed in. The stretch was familiar now, a good kind of burn. I gasped and arched my back, my hands finding his shoulders. He was heavier than the last guy, his chest pressing into mine, his breath hot on my neck.
"Fuck, you're wet."
"I told you. I'm always wet."
He started moving, slow at first, dragging his cock out almost to the tip before pushing back in. I felt every inch of him, the way he filled me, the way my body opened to take him. His eyes were on mine, dark and intense, watching me watch him.
"You like this?" he asked.
"I love it."
"Yeah?"
"It makes me feel friendly."
He laughed, a low sound that vibrated through his chest. "You're something else, you know that?"
"I know."
He sped up, his hips slamming into mine, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out filling the room. The other two guys were closer now. One of them knelt beside the bed, his hand on my breast, squeezing and kneading. The other moved behind the buzz-cut guy, waiting for his turn.
"She's gonna make me come fast," the buzz-cut guy said through gritted teeth.
"Don't hold back," I said. "Come inside me. Please."
He groaned and drove deep, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he emptied into me. I felt the warmth spread, felt it mix with all the loads already inside me. He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to mine.
"Jesus," he whispered.
"Good?"
"Too good."
He pulled out slowly, and the guy behind him was already in position. This one was leaner, with a shaved head and a gold hoop in his ear. He didn't wait. He grabbed my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, and pushed into my pussy from behind in one smooth motion.
I moaned into the mattress, my fingers gripping the sheet. He was faster than the first guy, rougher, his hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back.
"You like being fucked like this?"
"Yes."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, please—"
He slammed into me, over and over, the slap of skin on skin loud and wet. The third guy moved in front of me, his cock already at my lips. I opened my mouth and let him in, my tongue working the shaft while the other guy pounded me from behind.
My body was nothing but holes, and I loved it. I loved being full, being used, being exactly what they wanted. The guy in my mouth came first, his cum spilling down my throat, and I swallowed without being told. The guy behind me finished a few seconds later, his body shuddering as he emptied into me.
He pulled out and patted my ass. "Good girl."
I smiled against the sheet. "Thank you."
For a moment, the room was quiet. Just my breathing and the distant thump of music from the living room. I lay there, face-down, my body a map of sweat and cum and bite marks.
Then I heard Val's voice from the doorway. "That's three. Who's next?"
I lifted my head. The doorway was full of faces. More guys. Maybe four or five of them, standing in the hall, watching me with hungry eyes. One of them was already working his belt loose.
"I'll go," he said.
Val stepped aside to let him in.
He crossed the room and knelt beside me, his hand on my cheek, turning my face toward him. He was younger than the others, maybe my age, with soft brown eyes and a nervous smile.
"I've never done this before," he said quietly. "Not with someone like you."
"Someone like me?"
"Someone who... wants it. Most girls don't want it like this."
I reached up and touched his face. "I want it. I want to be friendly with you."
His smile widened, and something in his eyes softened. "You're really something."
"I know."
He kissed me, slow and gentle, his lips soft against mine. His hand slid down my side, over my hip, between my legs. His fingers found my clit and pressed lightly, and I gasped into his mouth.
"I want to make you feel good," he said.
"You already are."
He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "Can I try something?"
"Anything."
He shifted, positioning himself between my legs, but instead of pushing into my pussy, he leaned down and put his mouth on me. His tongue found my clit, soft and warm, and I moaned, my head falling back. He licked me slowly, deliberately, like he was tasting something precious.
None of the others had done this. They'd fucked me, used me, filled me—but none of them had put their mouth on me like this. Like I was worth taking time over.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, his breath hot against my skin.
"Yes. So good."
He kept going, his tongue circling my clit, dipping lower, sliding into my pussy. I felt my body respond, felt the tension building, a slow burn that was different from the rough fucking. This was intimate. This was tender.
I came with a soft cry, my hips bucking against his mouth, my hands fisting in his hair. He didn't stop. He licked me through it, lapping up my cum, until I was trembling and oversensitive.
He lifted his head, his chin slick with me, and smiled. "You taste incredible."
I pulled him up and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. "Now fuck me," I whispered. "Please."
He did. He entered me slowly, watching my face, his hips rocking against mine in a steady rhythm. It wasn't rough. It wasn't fast. It was gentle, almost reverent, and it made my chest ache in a way I didn't understand.
When he came, he buried his face in my neck and let out a long, shaking breath. "Thank you," he whispered.
"Thank you," I whispered back.
He pulled out and lay beside me for a moment, his hand on my stomach, his breath warm on my shoulder. Then he sat up, nodded at Val, and walked out.
The next guy was already stepping in.
The night stretched on. I lost count of bodies, of names, of the faces that passed over me. Some were rough. Some were gentle. Some wanted to fuck me, some wanted to suck my nipples, some just wanted to hold me while someone else took their turn. I let them all do what they wanted, my body open and accepting, my mind floating somewhere warm.
At some point, I realized the music had stopped. The crowd in the hallway had thinned. Val was still in the doorway, but she looked tired now, her hair mussed, her lipstick smudged.
"That's everyone," she said.
I blinked, my eyes heavy. "Everyone?"
"Everyone who showed up for you." She stepped into the room and crouched beside the bed. "You did good, Elena. Real good."
I smiled, my cheek pressed to the wet sheet. "Did they all get a turn?"
"Every single one."
"Good. I wanted to be friendly to all of them."
She laughed, a tired, warm sound. "You're too much."
She helped me sit up, her arm around my back. My body screamed in protest—every muscle ached, every joint felt loose. Cum dripped down my thighs, pooling on the sheet. I was a mess, but I was a happy mess.
"There's a shower upstairs," Val said. "Come on."
I let her guide me out of the room, through the empty hallway, past the living room where a few people were passed out on the couch. The stairs creaked under our weight, and the bathroom light was harsh and white.
She turned on the shower, waited for the water to heat, then helped me step under the spray. The hot water burned my skin, but it was good, washing away the sweat and the cum and the stickiness.
Val didn't leave. She leaned against the sink, watching me, a small smile on her face.
"You know," she said, "you're the best thing that ever happened to this school."
I let the water run over my face, feeling the heat seep into my bones. "It's the best school," I said, my voice echoing off the tiles.
"Yeah. It is now."
I smiled, my eyes closed, the water streaming down my body. The night was over. But there would be more nights. More parties. More people to be friendly with.
And I would be ready for all of them.