A Story from lovecraft68
"You sure you want to go home, Tammy?" Brenda glanced into the back seat while she waited at the red light. "It's only ten, we could hit Dusk, lot of boys there on a Friday night."
"No, I think I'm done," Tammy replied. "I did a few shots and shared a fat as fuck blunt with Jill and her sister, I've had enough."
"So, if Mitch's parents hadn't shown up unexpected, you were going to stop partying?" Donna asked from the passenger seat. "This is your first Friday night off in three months, and you said you don't have to work until tomorrow night, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"You've been bitching about how bad you need to get laid for the last month." Brenda reminded her. "Before that party crashed you had more than one guy around you that would have been happy to help you out, but you said you wanted to come with us."
"I don't know them."
"Since when are you such a dud? I've seen you get down and dirty with guys you just met." Brenda looked to make sure no one had pulled up next to her, brought her pink and purple glass bowl to her lips and flicked her lighter, firing it up and inhaling deeply.
"That was before she met Rick and became a good girl," Donna giggled while accepting the bowl and lighter from Brenda "Six months with just one dick, never thought I'd see the day."
"Hey, I'm not a slut, you know," Tammy said defensively.
The word had come out "shhlut" causing both her friends to laugh, and driving home the fact she didn't need any more to drink.
"I didn't say slut," Brenda spoke while taking the right towards Tammy's neighborhood. "But don't act like you've never spread them after a party or after hitting the clubs."
"I'm still in single digits you know," Tammy said indignantly even as she reached for the bowl and lighter Donna had turned in her seat to hand to her. "Twenty and under ten guys makes me virgin material compared to half the girls at URI."
"Under ten since we started college, what was the high school tally?" Brenda smirked at her in the rear view mirror.
"Single digits," Tammy fired up the bowl and sucked the pungent smoke into her lungs.
"Single digits plus single digits equal double digits." Donna laughed so hard she snorted, which caused her to laugh harder, and the other two girls to join in.
"Look how much fun we're having!" Donna told her. "You've been working and hitting the books for three months after you caught Rick fucking that skank tutor of his. Come to the club, find a hot guy." She giggled. "You can start another single digit list, the after you were a good woman for six months list."
"You're not telling me you wouldn't have gone upstairs with someone." Donna circled back to the original topic.
"Maybe, but it would be in a house full of people. I'm not going to a place I don't know with a guy I don't know."
"You could have them take you back to your house, your folks are gone until Sunday, right?" Brenda was barely doing ten miles an hour, drifting down Tammy's street as she tried to convince her to stay out with them.
"I could, but Jimmy's home, and that would be weird."
"Jimmy's weird," Donna reached into the back seat, but Tammy fired the bowl up once more before handing it back.
"He's not, he's just kind of nerdy and shy."
"Really shy, kid's still a virgin at 18," Brenda whistled. "No wonder he's weird, got all that tension in his balls."
"Maybe you could help him with it," Donna suggested. "He checks you out when we're over. You could throw him a pity suck, I mean how long could it take?"
"Leave him alone, he's a good kid." Tammy defended her brother. "Just needs to meet the right girl."
"Send him to comic con, lot of nerdy girls there," Brenda quipped.
"Hey, I go to comic con!" Donna explaimed.
"Only so you can get guys to look at you in your slutty Poison Ivy costume." Tammy laughed.
"Your point?" Donna snickered.
"Anyway, I'm in charge this weekend, so even if I got lucky at the party, I was still coming home by midnight. I'm not bringing a guy home."
"Because Jimmy would rat you out?"
"Jimmy never rats me out, we're mad cool with each other," Tammy explained.
"Not doing it because it would be mean, right?" Donna asked. "He's never had sex so if he saw you bring someone or heard you it would make him feel worse?"
"Yeah," Tammy answered warily, waiting for the smart ass follow up comment.
"You're a good big sister." Donna surprised her by turning serious. "My big brother's a d-bag, gets me in trouble and we fight all the time."
"I'm an only child and proud of it." Brenda chimed in. "But I think its sweet you stick up for Jimmy, he is a nice kid, I'm busting you up, not him."
"Nice enough to give him that pity blowjob?" Donna giggled.
"Why don't you do it for practice, I heard you suck at sucking."
"Your dad just said that so your mom wouldn't feel bad."
Tammy rolled her eyes at the witty exchange in the front seat and blinked at the passing streetlights which seemed brighter than usual. Between drinking and smoking she had a strong buzz, and in general was feeling damn good.
It was a shame to cut the night short, but she wanted to be home to check on Jimmy, who if things went well, might be having a big night of his own. As if on cue, Brenda pulled up in front of Tammy's house and pointed to where just her silver Nissan sat in the driveway.
"Hey, where's your brother on a Friday night? Playing D&D with the other dorks?"
"So much for you two being nice." Tammy opened the door to the car. "He's at a party."
"A party? Donna asked. "A real one, like with girls there?"
"Yes, he was invited by a girl he tutors at school. Hoping it's because she likes him, maybe tonight can get him out of his shell."
"Maybe she'll put out for him!" Brenda clapped her hands. "Go get some, Jimmy."
"It's not all about sex," Tammy shook her head. "Just being out and around people and having fun will be good for him."
"Sex would be better, or at least some head." Donna pressed.
"But not from me," Brenda added.
"Night!" Tammy stepped out of the car and had to catch the door with her right hand when a sudden head rush made her dizzy.
"You okay, party girl?" Donna asked. "Want me to walk you in?"
"I'm good," Tammy took several deep breaths of the cool fall air. "Just stood up to fast."
"Last chance, sure you don't want to come to the club? If Jimmy is out you don't have to worry about him."
"I almost fell getting out of the car, think that's a reason not to." Tammy told her. "Thanks though, you guys have some fun for me."
"We will, what about you? Hitting the sack?"
"Maybe after some me time with the vibe," Tammy sighed. "I'm horny as fuck, but I don't have it in me to spend two hours at the club."
"Then I guess the only thing in you will be plastic." Donna laughed. "But hey, at least you can shut it off when you're done and not have to listen to them yap about how good they thought they were."
"Glass half full, right?" Tammy shut the door and tapped the top of the car. "Have fun, but be careful."
"I'll call you tomorrow," Donna shouted as Brenda pulled away. "Maybe we'll hang out."
Tammy waved then turned and walked up the path to the porch. She walked slowly, as her head swam from the combination of Jack Daniels and weed. The cool air helped clear her head somewhat, and by the time she reached the front door and let herself in, her head had cleared enough she was no longer worried about staying on her feet.
She turned the porch light on for Jimmy and sat down on the couch. She fished her phone out of her purse and sent him a text.
"Having a good time?"
"Jeez, what am I turning into, mom?" she asked herself.
No, just excited for him and hoping the party went well and her borderline recluse brother would make some new friends, hopefully a special female friend. Tammy leaned over and tugged on the ends of the strings tied behind her ankles, then slipped off the black fuck me shoes she'd worn to the party.
She lifted each leg in turn, rubbing her sore feet. The shoes were brand new, and the insane heels the highest she'd ever worn. She stared at them on the floor thinking they'd have looked damn good over a hot guys shoulders or in the air with her staring up at them while getting it good and hard.
Tammy really did need to get fucked. She'd broken up with Rick months ago and with work and school didn't have any time to go have some fun. Most likely she would have gotten some tonight if the party had kept going.
They'd partied at Mitch's huge house before and between the four bedrooms, spare room and finished basement there were several rooms couples could slip off to. She'd know, seeing she'd had a couple of hot encounters there over the last couple of years.
Tammy didn't see herself as a slut, but the girls were right, since her first time and up until she dated Rick, she'd had her share of guys. She just saw it as having fun, same as they did, and she got annoyed at the double standard a guy could screw anyone and it was cool, but girls who did one nighters were trashy.
Rick was the first guy she'd been serious with, even her first time had been with Ben, the boy who lived across the street. His family was relocating for his dad's job, and he'd come over to say goodbye.
They'd smoked a doob in her room, laughed, talked, then out of the blue he kissed her. Their goodbye had turned into not just her first time with sex, but sucking cock, and getting her pussy licked. It wasn't Ben's first time, and he'd been damn good between her legs, making her come three times during their two hour romp.
The seal broken; Tammy had never been shy about getting what she wanted. She wasn't stuck on herself in anyway, but knew she was a pretty girl and from the neck down, she had plenty to offer, especially her impressive tits which strained to burst from the form fitting black micro dress she'd worn to the party.
The 'girls' were one hell of an ice breaker at parties and the clubs, or anywhere else for that matter. Tammy wasn't shy about flaunting them anywhere there was a chance she could find someone worth taking for a ride.
"Mitch's goddamn parents," she muttered as she leaned back on the soft couch and stretched her long legs out in front of her. "Another half hour and a couple more shots these would have been wrapped around you, Kirk," she frowned. "Kenny? Kyle?"
She released a stoned giggle. "Guy with pretty green eyes who ground his cock into my ass when we were dancing."
Should have went to the club. She was sitting here close to squirming just thinking about what could have happened. After tomorrow, she had a Sunday shift at Appleby's then class every day this week, two yoga classes and Thursday she tutored the young girl across the street in English. Then her grandparents were visiting for the weekend so after work she'd have to be home.
At least another week of jilling off and killing batteries. Tammy stared down at her red painted toes thinking it was a shame they wouldn't be on what's his name's chest. Instead, they'd curl into her sheets when she got herself off.
That would be after Jimmy got home. Her self-pleasuring could wait until she heard how his night went. She really hoped it went well. Getting lucky would do wonders for his lack of self-confidence, but even some socializing, especially with the girl who invited him would be a big boost too.
Tammy leaned forward, picked the remote up from the coffee table, and then settled back into the couch as she searched Netflix for something to watch while she waited. Hopefully, her little brother's Friday night would end up being a lot more satisfying than hers.