Paul Mall - Take A Toss With Tess

"You're okay now, baby." Roy got up and disappeared into the crowd.

Feeling terrific, Tessie sat on the floor and looked around. The pink blur she had seen before turned out to be a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was naked, dancing around the room, her eyes wide and expressionless. On the couch, in the center of the room, was a fat girl with long stringy blonde hair. She was being gang-banged by about six very spaced-out boys. They seemed to be going at their fucking task very seriously; the girl was getting the most fun out of it. The room reeked of marijuana, cheap wine, and vomit, but Tessie was glad that she had come.

Being at this party was Tessie's defiant finger in the air at her mother, whom she had fought with earlier in the evening. But the party was also an attempt to break from the depression she had felt lately. School was boring; Tessie managed to keep her grades up without opening a book for studying. Here it was, the third month into the term and nothing great had happened. She was still a virgin. She didn't care anymore though, figuring that sooner or later it would just happen and to the best man would go her cherry. Tessie certainly didn't do without sex, and, in fact, she had lost count of the guys she had come with – one way or another. Gulping down more wine, Tessie pushed her thoughts away and concentrated on the naked dancing girl.

The girl was very slim, not too tall, and her skin was a baby pink, pulled taut over a slender frame. Her vacant eyes continued to stare and her blonde hair swirled around her gaunt face as she danced. At first it seemed that she had no hair on her dainty slit, but, at closer look, Tessie saw that it was a fair blonde, an almost-white pussy patch. The girl's ass was round and firm, but tiny and her breasts were only just buds. Tessie was entranced by the girl.

Without thinking much about what she was doing, Tessie stood up and went to the girl who continued to dance in a slow circle. Tessie had to step in her path to make her stop, and then she just stood still, saying nothing. Tessie dropped to her knees and looked closely at the pink pussy. Except for the faintly colored silky hairs, it looked like a baby's bottom. Tessie licked her tongue across the girl's clit and the girl shuddered. Tessie continued to lick in rapid strokes until the girl climaxed. Looking straight ahead, the drugged girl said nothing, not even after coming, and after a moment she began to dance again. Tessie watched her for a while longer and then walked into the next room, stunned. I licked pussy! she thought. I really licked pussy.

In the bedroom there were couples fucking on the floor, on the bed, and up against the wall. Mostly everyone was naked and Tessie felt conspicuous in her clothing. As she watched the couple closest to her as they fucked, she undid the buttons of her blouse and slid the cloth from her body. She dropped the blouse on the floor and then took off her jeans. Slipping out of her sandals, she was now as naked as the others around her. Tessie continued to watch the couple fuck.

A dark-haired boy whose face she couldn't see was on top of a girl who looked familiar. The girl's mouth was open and her short red hair clung to her neck as her head rolled back and forth on the carpet. She was breathing heavily, perspiration beading her milk-white tits. The boy was fucking her at a steady pace, his body hovering above hers, his back arched and straight. She was grinding her pelvis in small circles around his assaulting piston, her arms at her sides, her hands grabbing and pulling at the rug fibers. She looked like she was about to come.

I licked pussy and now I'm gonna lick tits, Tessie told herself, and she crawled along the floor to the couple. Her mouth closed around one rose-colored nipple and the redheaded girl moaned in appreciation, her eyes reflecting pure lust. Tessie sucked on one nipple, then the other. She stuck her tongue into the girl's ear, licked her neck, and then returned her attention back to those flopping tits.

The boy watched as Tessie's mouth caressed each breast and his cock stabbed deeper into the girl. A moment later he came. His eyes closed and his facial features seemed to melt with relief. The girl under him gripped him with her legs and shoved her cunt up to him, clinging to his body as it shuddered with orgasm. She came with him, her tit thrust into Tessie's mouth.

Tessie was totally turned on. She wanted to come and she looked around the room for a partner. She saw Bill, the guy she had made it with in the bathtub at Jimmy's party, and she was about to go over to him when there was a lot of screaming in the living room.

"Cops!" someone yelled and Tessie froze. A drug bust, a damn drug bust, her mind whirled. Tessie grabbed her clothing and ran like hell, not even stopping to dress.

About eight mean-looking cops ran through the rooms, some with guns drawn, but their attention was primarily on the boys and the narcotics. Tessie slipped past two policemen who were trying to hold onto a teenage boy, his hand clutching a large plastic bag of pills as he fought desperately to get away. When her path was blocked by another policeman, she stopped, one hand going to her pussy. She began to masturbate, smiling seductively at him. He looked down at her cunt and she ran past him and out of the apartment.

There were more police cars coming down the street, their sirens wailing. Lights blinked on in the surrounding buildings and Tessie ducked into the shadows, dressing while she ran, her eyes searching for a hiding place. As frightened as she was, she revelled in the thrill of the experience. It was exhilarating. The lights from the high school caught her attention; figuring that night classes must be still going on, Tessie ran across the school yard and into the building through a side door. Out of habit, she went up the stairs to the third floor bathroom.

From the bathroom window, she could see the police cars, their red lights flashing eerily, and she could hear the static of their radios. A crowd was gathering, but she was too far away to make out what was happening.

Catching her breath, Tessie slumped against the white-tiled wall, relaxing for the first time since fleeing the apartment. Still pretty high, she splashed cold water on her face in an attempt to shock away the drug-induced fuzziness she felt. In one pocket of her jeans she found some loose change, a joint, and some lint. In the other pocket was a crumpled tissue, her cigarettes, and a pack of matches.

Tessie turned the white garbage pail over and sat on it, lighting up the joint, figuring to pass the time while she waited for the coast to be clear and the cops all gone. Toking, she wondered where Roy was; if he'd got caught. He's gonna pull some time for coke… and grass… and all those pills. If they pick him up. She hoped he'd gotten away. The more she smoked, the more she relaxed, and the fear that she hadn't allowed herself to be conscious of before now crept up her spine. A wave of paranoia swept over her and she threw the roach into the sink and left the bathroom. Suddenly, Tessie didn't want to be alone.

Pressing the elevator button, she looked nervously up and down the long corridor. There was no one around and Tessie was frightened, very frightened. She calmed herself, rationalizing that if the lights in the classrooms were on, people had to be around. Mr. Sands teaches at night, she remembered, and his daytime class was on this floor. Maybe his night class was, too.

Peeking in through the glass window of the door, she saw him, and, as easily as fear had come, it disappeared. She watched unnoticed for a while, beginning to think of seducing her history teacher again. She hadn't had much success with him, so far. Her stoned brain and the unchanneled sexual drives of her fifteen-year-old body brought her hand to the doorknob. She entered the room, disassociated from herself, not sure of what she was going to do, and she staggered forward and leaned on Mr. Sands' desk.