I realized that there was dead silence as I thought things through, and time was wasting. What was more amazing was that my dick was starting to get soft, even in the sight of three naked girls, all of whom were on the pill, and who were madly in love with me, sitting in front of me, waiting.
I knew that if I were to fuck one or all of these girls, I would not be taking away their virginity. But something, probably an idea I had gotten from Patrice, made me want to consider my own virginity. If I was going to lose it, I decided right then and there that it would be special for me as well, and not just with some random person that I met on the street or in a mall.
But there was still the main fact that these three girls were here, and they were all ready and willing! What was a poor boy like me to do?
Of the three girls I had been with up to now, I had the best oral sex with Marla. But I felt closer to Patrice, mostly because she had talked with me about her sexual experiences, and I had known her for so long. She was a bitch, but at least she was somebody that I actually knew, unlike these three girls. I think it was this feeling of closeness to Patrice and my understanding of her feelings and my subsequent realization about rape that was giving me the problems that I was now facing.
I knew that I would never be Patrice’s first sexual partner, since I wasn’t the "right person" that she was saving herself for. But, I decided, that may not be true about one or more of the girls that I was with.
But I would not know for sure until I got to know these girls a bit more. And with less than a couple of hours available, I realized that I probably wouldn’t be fucking any of them tonight.
So, what was I to do? Have them all get dressed and take me home?
Do you think I’m a complete moron? Of course, I had no such intentions!
I finally said, "OK, girls. Here’s the agenda for tonight: We are all very close friends. We have no secrets from one another. We will not get embarrassed in front of each other. We are all best friends. Isn’t that right?"
The three girls answered in chorus: "Yeah, of course!"
I smiled. "So, do you guys think it’s fair that I am completely dressed and you guys are all buck naked, or do you think that you should undress me as well?"
All three girls looked at each other, and then leered at me. Wendy got up first and ran behind me, grabbing my arms.
Patty jumped forward from her position, and grabbed my T-shirt. Camille, not to be outdone, started on the buttons on my jeans.
We all had a fun time as the girls, who surprised me with their strength, managed to efficiently strip me as naked as they were.
I could feel Wendy’s large mammaries against my back, and I turned my head to the right and found her face close to my right shoulder. I kissed her, and her grip on my arms loosened, although they did not release me completely.
Patty had thrown my T-shirt somewhere and was now kissing my left cheek. Camille had my newly exposed dick in her hand and was massaging it softly and lightly.
I finally broke my kiss with Wendy and told the girls that we were all to sit in a circle (well, more like a diamond, as I described it before). They all obeyed and moved into position. I had them all sit cross-legged once again, because I loved the view.
Now that the four of us were naked, I decided it was time to get to know these three girls.
"Wendy," I said, "do you masturbate?"
Wendy looked a bit astonished that I would ask such a personal question, but she recovered quickly, most likely due to my order that none of the girls would get embarrassed in front of each other. "Yes," she said, just a bit shyly.
I smiled, and the other two girls giggled nervously, probably at the prospect that I would probably ask them the same question. I asked them, "Patty? Camille? Did you know this about your friend?"
Camille shrugged and answered first. "Probably we all do it, you know? It’s not a shock to me."
Patty simply nodded in agreement.
I turned back to Wendy. "Do you, like, think of something special when you do it?"
Wendy nodded her head, and added "You mean, like fantasies?"
"Uh huh," I answered, my dick standing erect due to the sexual nature of the talk we were having.
Wendy continued nodding. "I have a few fantasies that I like to think about when I’m… when I’m… playing with myself." She looked nervously at the three of us.
I nodded to her. I idly wondered what a girl would fantasize about. All my fantasies were based on my mental ideas about how of my teachers would look like naked or, more commonly, nearly naked. As I had said before, I had never really gotten up the nerve to actually read Playboy or Penthouse, so up until my little private show with Merry just last night, I had very little idea of what a female looked like, naked. I had, though, seen occasionally glimpses of pictures of women in their undergarments, like in lingerie advertisements.
"So," I asked Wendy, truly interested in the direction the conversation was going. "What kind of fantasies?"
Wendy blushed slightly more. "Sometimes I imagine that I am with my boyfriend. Other times, I think about guys in the movies and on T.V. That sort of thing?"
"Yeah," I said, wondering what she really fantasized about.
Camille picked up the subject. "Which actors on T.V. Wendy? I like that guy on the Rookies. What’s his name. The guy that plays Officer Danko?"
Patty said, "Sam something…"
Camille, "Yeah. That guy!"
Wendy said, "I was thinking about Steve McQueen…"
Patty said, "Ooh, yeah. I like him!"
I interrupted. "Wendy, you play with yourself while you think of Steve McQueen?"
Wendy nodded. "Him. And James Dean from that Rebel Without a Cause movie, too."
Camille shook her head, "No fair! James Dean is dead!"
Wendy shrugged. "So what? I can still think about him, can’t I?"
Camille answered, "But it will never happen!"
Wendy stuck out her tongue at her friend. "Like you have a chance with Officer Danko?"
I decided to veer the discussion back on course. I turned to Wendy and said, "Why don’t you show us how you do it, and tell us what you think about when you do it?"
Wendy turned from Camille and looked at me, a bit shocked. "You mean, you want me to play with myself… here?"
Wendy’s voice sounded as if she had understood wrong, not as if she were embarrassed.
"Sure," I answered. "I’d like to know what goes through your mind when you… you know… do it."
Wendy looked at me and her two friends, and asked, "Why me? Why not Camille and Officer Danko?"
Camille said, "Oh, you big baby. You’re just afraid to show us." She turned to me. "You want me to show you my fantasy?"
Wendy took that as a challenge. "No. Jim asked me!"
"Now, now," I said to Camille. "Everybody will get a turn!"
Wendy gave Camille a superior smirk, and then looked around herself to find a comfortable position on the blanket. She scooted her butt more toward me and then lay her head down with her knees raised.
Camille and Patty moved closer to me in order to get a better look; Patty was actually touching me. I could feel the warmth of her thighs as they touched my own.
Wendy started relating her fantasy. "Well, James Dean is visiting our town to promote his new movie."
This caused Camille to snort, but Wendy continued, pointedly ignoring her friend.
"A whole bunch of us girls are mobbing around him, looking for autographs."
Wendy’s fingers had appeared from over her nearly hairless blonde crotch, and her index and ring fingers started to spread her lips apart.