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Being More Social - Chapter 9

Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Fiction, Blackmail, Blowjob, Cheating, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Reluctance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: BashfulScribe, Rating: 90.8, Source: sexstories.com

"Okay, sweetie. As long as you're careful, we'll bring you to and from the party." mom said sweetly. "What time should we drop you off, and where?" "Um..." It slipped my mind. I reached for my phone. My first party. Yeah, I wasn't going to have sex, but sex doesn't make a party, does it? I'm sure the high school populous isn't as shallow as that, I thought to myself. *** I sure was glad that dad dropped me off down the street from the party, because once again, I was proven wrong. I doubt I even had the right to be surprised at this point, but even around the area when I walked in through the front door, where there wasn't dancing that was a little too close for comfort, there were couples that looked like Siamese twins joined at the lips or pelvis, or people drinking and smoking. Barely any conversation was shared, barely any room to breathe, and the only thing I could recognize from my world present at that party were the bowls of chips and other party food. Everyone stayed away from the Cheetos, though - it looked as if somebody spilled their beer in that bowl. "Yo, Adam!" Dylan came out of the crowd and clamped one arm around me. His other arm was busy supporting a hand that had a half-empty beer can in it. "Glad you could make it, bro! Havin' a good time so far?" "I just got here." I responded in a voice that came across colder than I wanted it to be. Dylan laughed like I just told a hilarious joke, bobbing up and down as he did so. Since his arm was still around me, I ... bobbed up and down with him. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable again, and wondered if such a big, loud, crowded party was too much for my rapidly changing self to take in. Despite clearly being at least a little buzzed already, Dylan noticed my lack of comfort. "Don't worry, man!" He soothed me. "First time is always a little weird. You know what? I know what you need." He took his arm off of me and waded back into the crowd, offering me some breathing space in the process. A few seconds later, he came back with an unopened beer in his other hand. Grinning, he handed it to me. "Here you go, man." He said, satisfied with himself. I looked at the beer in my hand and my stomach churned. I didn't even want to drink tonight, truth be told, and the party atmosphere was really getting to me. I don't think the beer's loosening effects would have countered the anxiety I would have gotten from drinking it, so I handed it back. Dylan looked at me with a confused face. Attempting to feign confidence, I replied, "It's cool, man. I'm still trying to take in the feeling of a party. Once I've settled in, then I'll have a beer." He nodded. "Right on." He commented flatly. He made sure I was looking at the beer then hid it behind a potted plant. "The beer's right here when you're ready for it. We cool?" "We cool." I replied, ignoring how stupid I sounded. He disappeared back into the crowd, giving me the breathing space to look around the room. How did so many people get here?! As far as I ...