Krista

High school was done and over with, this summer was all about having fun. The fun we missed through the pressing period of final exams.

“Hey, what are you doing this weekend?” - Krista was asking me. Me, the girl that no one ever noticed throughout the high school years. Why is she asking me? Wait, it was not me. I looked around to find another person. Anyone. Nope, not a body around, it must be me.

“I am not sure… I don’t really have anything planned., how about you?” I still cannot believe this stunning, flaming hot curly redhead was asking me about my weekend plans.

“I and few others will be going to the wild horse, you should come.”

“The wild horse?” I had no idea what that was. “Is it any good?” I asked as if I knew what I am talking about.

“Oh yeah, its resident DJs are dope, they play the freshest beats, and you don’t need to worry about the security, I’ll get you a fake ID.” Krista was encouraging. Now I knew she must be talking about a bar, or a club of sorts.

“For sure, but I don’t know where it is?” I was still battling with the notion of Krista paying attention to me.

“Oh, it’s all good, I’ll pick you up. 9pm, tomorrow. Dress less!” She waved goodbye to me and skipped towards the awaiting car; a burgundy BMW m3. That was her boyfriend's car. He was not from our school. He was older. Like twenty-four or something. They have been going out for at least 6 months now. No one was surprised that Krista landed this guy. She was the most Devine creature in our year. Fuck, who am I kidding, in our school! She was around five’6, or 5’'10 with heels, and she knew how to walk in those so well. The boys in school were always left speechless with her passing by. They would just gorge at her lean defined legs, wishing they could get in between them. Krista did not have much of an ass, but she definitely compensated in her breasts. Her cleavage was every girl's dream, including mine. She had it but did not flaunt it, dressing in cute modest button up cardigans or rounded neck shirts. Her modest choice of tops inspired imagination to run free, of what her boobs really looked like. Petite waistline and big boobs, she was a knockout.

I struggled to fall asleep that night. My mind was twirling various scenarios of mine, yet to come, time with Krista. I still did not understand why she was asking me to come out with her. There’s Simone, the tiny blonde but cute, and they have been sharing a desk at school for years, they never missed each other’s birthdays. There was Melissa, a bit of a reputation, dark haired rich girl, I am sure she was familiar with the wild horse and its goers. But it was not them, it was me. Krista asked me!

The following morning, I was so excited, I spent most of my day rummaging through my old clothes and trying them on. I have never been to a bar, or a club, what do I even wear? I picked out long wide flare white pants and a red sweater with feathered trim around the sleeves. It was a little small on me, I had not worn it since grade 7, but I could pass it for a cropped top, my belly button showing. I took some of my mother’s old foundation cream and used it to smooth over my forehead acne. It made it look worse. Shit, should I just wear a hat? I do not have anything that will go with this outfit. I found an old silk scarf; it had a floral print of red roses on it. I folded diagonally into a half, creating a double triangle, and wrapping it around my forehead, tying it at the back of my head. ‘That’s better’ I thought, pulling my hair at the sides to the front, framing my face. I have never applied eyeshadow before, so I decided now was not a time to mess with it. I pumped my mother’s mascara a couple of times and brushed few strokes through my lashes. It really made my eyes pop. Ok, I think I am ready. Rushing out the bathroom I gather the pile of my earlier turned-out clothes and carry them into my bedroom. They will be a task for tomorrow, tonight it’s all about having fun.

I heard a double car horn outside. I looked through my window to see Krista leaning out through the burgundy BMW passenger side window. She is waving at me to come down. I grab my lip gloss, keys, $20 that I asked my mother earlier, and stuff everything into a little clutch bag. My white pants were awfully long. Too long for me. I slipped on some heavy thick platform shoes and draped the hems of my pants around them.

“I’m going out!” I shout to my mother as I head out the door.

“Don’t be out too late” she shouts back at me. I do not answer, the door has closed, and I am getting into the backseat of Krista’s boyfriend’s BMW.

“Hey, are you ready?” Krista turns around in her seat to face me. She is not wearing a seatbelt. Her face is glowing. She has glimmering eyeshadow and rhinestones carefully placed on her temples. Draws the attention to her green eyes. Her red curls are even more red today. They are so defined, loose but not a single flyaway. Red lips to compliment her red hair.

“As ready as I’ll ever be” - I try to be funny.

I catch the glance of her boyfriend's eyes through the rear-view mirror. Mousey blonde hair and blue eyes. “Hi, I’m Vanessa” - I introduce myself to him.

“Hi Vanessa, how are you? Go out much?” He does not tell me his name. It’s ok, I already know it. Krista spoke of him often among other girls. Valentin. He had Eastern European lineage, which, according to Krista, ‘made him extra hot.’

“No, I do not actually, this will be my first time.” I admit my lack of clubbing experience.

“First time huh? Don’t worry, I will look after you, all that matters is that you girls have a wonderful time! Isn’t that right baby girl?” He turns his head to Krista. “That’s right!” - she reinforces his proposal.

We drove for 15 mins, it was dark out, but warm. We pull into a parking space outside a three-story building. I pull my feathered sleeves up to reveal my forearms. It’s better that way, they were too short anyway. We get out of the car and start walking toward the steps of the main entrance. Valentin lights a cigarette. Krista grabs my hand and like an excited kid she hurries me to the front door. We stand in line, as she hands me my ID for the night. Goodness, I look nothing like the girl in the picture. “Who is that?” I ask Krista.

“Well, it’s you, silly!” She laughed briefly, “memorize your birthday.”

I look at the date of birth on this fake driver’s license. I am now twenty-three. From 17 to 23 in one sleep.

We are at the front of the line, and Valentin is shaking one of the doorman’s hands. He goes in ahead of us and Krista and I follow through. They did not even ask to see my fake ID. The foyer had a cloakroom on the right, stairs leading to the upper floors ahead of us, and a large lounge with sofas to our right. Beyond the sofa area there were six tables of billiards. All occupied by the gamers.

“Let’s go!” Krista is still holding my hand; she is leading the way upstairs. Valentin stays behind and is talking to some of the players at the billiard tables. We reach the top of stairs and there is a long bar stretching all the way to a metal double door, pulled open and guarded by another security guy. To the left there are tables and chairs, people are seated having drinks, some are eating dinner. Loud music is coming through the double metal doors, and I catch an array of colored lights beaming through. Krista leads me through that door. It is dark and only colorful lights jumping and bouncing around the hall make it visible on the dance floor. The walls are fitted with mirrors from midway up, and perforated metal sheets from midway down. The dance floor is not busy, a few small groups of young people are jumping to the beat of the sound. It is loud. Very loud. Exhilarating. Krista lets loose of my hand and throws her arms up in the air, begins to dance to the rhythm too. I joined her. This goes on for about 20 mins, and I am truly having a fun time! The music is popular, everyone around us appears to be super friendly. Unfamiliar faces, smiling, dancing with us, bringing us water to drink right on the floor. Valentin appears next to Krista and kisses her on her mouth. I look away for a moment. Krista approached me and shouts in my ear - “are you ready for this?!” I am not sure what she means by it. I suddenly feel her thumb and pointer finger near my mouth. She has what looks like a split tiny pill. I do not know what it is for.

“I’m ok, I don’t have a headache, thanks!” I shout back to her ear.” She tilts her head back in hysterical laughter. “These aren’t painkillers silly, it’s a fun factor!” She winks at me. “Go on, I already had my half.” Reluctant, but I take the split pill. It tastes of nothing. Compressed chalk powder. I swallow. I try not to think of what it was and continue dancing. Some 15 mins later I feel a sudden hit to my brain. As though someone hit me over the head with a pillow, but hard. I shake my head a little, but the feeling is still there. I notice the bouncing lights travelling from one mirrored wall to another, they seem a lot brighter, intense, and slower. They feel as though I could pick them up in my hand. The music does not sound the same anymore. I can differentiate every sound individually. Each sound is isolated in my head, and I begin to move by each of them, as though I am paying tribute to the composer of that sound. I see others looking at me, smiling. They all just seem so nice. I get a sudden urge to hug people. I aim for one of them, but I am stopped by Krista. She wrapped her hands around my neck and rested her forehead against mine. I cannot focus on her eyes, but I fixate on her luscious red lipstick painted lips. Someone grabs me around my waist from behind and begins to guide my hips in a slow motion. It’s a guy. I can feel his semi pressed against my butt. Krista pulls her head away from mine and leans in with a kiss. Why does this feel so good? My entire body is tingling, Krista’s tongue work is sending me into a euphoric sensation. I pull away from the guy behind me and fully engage with Krista. My eyes are closed but in the dark of my eyelids I still see her red lips, her big full chest pressing against me, and those colorful dance floor lights. No one else, just me and Krista dancing slowly and kissing uncontrollably. This was my first time kissing a girl. Her soft velvety lips were like no boys I ever kissed.

“Let’s go” - I opened my eyes to see Valentin grabbing mine and Krista’s arms and pulling us away from the dancing crowd. Krista’s lipstick is smeared all around her mouth. She still somehow pulls it off. Imagine being that hot! We get down the stairs and out the door. Valentin opens his car door to the backseat, and I get in. Krista follows me in. I begin to come round to normality and ask her, “what’s going on? Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll go back to my place.”

“I can’t stay out too late; my mother will be worried”

“It’s ok, you can call from my phone, tell her you’ll sleep over.” I nod in agreement, “ok, yeah, I’ll call her.”

Valentin is driving us, periodically glancing back through the rear-view mirror. I look at Krista, she is looking for something in her clutch bag.

“I’m sorry about earlier” I attempt to apologize for kissing her and reach to clean up the smeared lipstick from her chin.

“Don’t be, I liked it. Didn’t you?” She looks up at me from her clutch bag.

“I. I did too,” I admit to her. I look down at her breasts. Fuck, they’re so perky, I can hardly not look at them. She catches my glance. “Here,” she takes my hand and opens my palm gently placing it over her breast. My eyes widen in disbelief. I apply a light pressure through my fingers, trying to experience the firmness of her breast. This must’ve been every twelfth grader boys dream in our school.

She leans over me and with her body she lays me down on the back seat. She pushes her tongue through my lips again but this time she delivers something on it. I recognize the chalky taste. I accept the pill and swallow it with a small gulp of her saliva. I can feel her hand sliding under my pant waist, and under my panties. Her fingers are slipping through my lower lips. There are those dancing lights under my eyelids again. I can feel myself getting wet by the second. She wraps her fingers over my clit a few times, getting them soaked. She pulls out her hand and licks my secretion from in between her fingers. She smiles at me and comes back to kiss me.

The car has stopped. Krista gets up and gets out of the car, offering her hand to me through the open passenger door. I take her hand. I do not know my surroundings; everything seems like a blur. I can barely make out anything, just her gorgeous figure that I am following with all my trust.

Valentin unlocks a door to an apartment on first floor, ushering Krista and I inside. Krista leads me through a dark hallway into a bedroom and pushes me down on a bed. I prop myself up by my elbows as she unzips my pants and begins to pull them down. She struggles, “lift your butt Vanessa, babe.” I comply. She succeeds. I do not fully understand what is going on or what is yet to happen, her boyfriend is right there, standing in the doorway, looking at us. I am sensing a slight fear creeping in, but Krista just dropped her mini skirt and is pulling her blouse open, down her arms. The streetlight through the window rests perfectly on the most magnificent pair of breasts. I feel an obsessive urge to grab them and fit my mouth around her perfectly pink areola. Krista reaches into a bedside drawer and pulls out a large toy carrot. I am puzzled but intrigued. She holds it at a green leafy part with one hand and pulls on the vegetable part, separating the two and revealing a rubber penis shaped instrument. I am amazed. She places it in my right hand and crawls into the bed next to me. “You know what to do” she tells me quietly, but I really don’t. She does not know that I’ve no experience in this at all. Of course, she doesn’t know, she didn’t speak to me until yesterday, how could she know anything about me? “Tell me, I want to hear,” I am asking for instructions.

“Push it inside me,” she utters as she raises her knees and pulls them apart, revealing her crotch-less panties.

Wow, those are sexy as hell! I don’t delay, aiming the tip of the rubber penis towards the middle of the labia, I begin to glide it from top to bottom repeatedly, applying slight pressure to it, until I feel it slowly sink inside her. She receives it with a heavy sigh, launching her head backwards and arching her back. She liked it; I am pleased. But that is not enough for me. I feel a sudden rush, the need to take control. Using my wrist, I apply circular motion as I pull and push the instrument back and forth, and with each thrust she lets out heavier breaths. She grabs onto my free arm and lets out a scream. A long scream followed by heavy rhythmic breathing. Did I hurt her?

“I’m so sorry, Krista are you ok?” I look at her concerned. She smiles as she’s catching her breath back, “am I ok? Ha-ha, ‘Nessa if I knew you were this good, I would’ve had you much sooner.”

I am flattered. This is my first time going this far and she thinks I’m good.

“Your turn,” she grabs the carrot in disguise from my hand and moves from the bed down to the floor.

“Oh, no, really you don’t have to,” I plead with her.

“But I want to!” She kisses me for reassurance.

“No, Krista, I can’t, I’m not ready for this yet,” I try to get out of it without having to spell it out. But she understands. Leaning into my ear she whispers, “you’re a virgin?”

“Erm, yes.” I admit embarrassed, “I’m sorry if this ruins the night for you.” I apologize.

“No need to be sorry gorgeous, I can make you happy and you can still keep it.” She winks at me and kisses me just below my ear. She continues planting her soft lips all over my neck and on my tummy, slowly paving her way down and pulling at my panties with her teeth. I look to the direction of the door. Valentin is still there, just standing and watching. He does not frighten me anymore. Krista successfully pulls my panties off and spreads my legs apart. I feel her breath on my inner thighs, it tickles me, and I am not ready for what is coming next. Silky smooth tongue pressed against my labia, sliding up, covering my entire slit. I lose all my other senses, what is this feeling that I have never felt before?! Using her two fingers she gently peels apart my lips and goes to work, gently blowing, and sucking onto, and licking my clitoris with just the tip of her tongue. This unfamiliar sensation is breathtaking, and I am gasping for air just as she was just a minute ago. Is that what she was feeling when I was active with her? She respects my innocence, avoiding the entryway entirely and solely focusing on my hooded love bud.

“Oh my…” I exhale, realizing she has done this before. I finally close my eyes and rest my head on the bed, allowing her to continue controlling this newly awoken sensation in me. I feel everything, just much more intensely; the blood travelling through my veins, I can hear my muscles contracting with every lick she generously delivers. I can feel my toes curling up on my feet stuck in the air, my nipples solidify, and my brain washes over with tremors. It is all happening at once, and sudden shooting, the most pleasingly ticklish eruption, centralized at my forbidden entry point. It shoots through my entire nervous system repeatedly, slowly wearing off with each pulse.

“Good job baby!” Krista praises me. She is still smiling, looking up from under my heavily engorged labia.

“What…” I breathe heavily, “what was that?” I ask her to explain the meaning of what I just experienced.

“That was all you baby girl, you have arrived.” I am still not sure if it was the pill or if it was real.

“Are you saying that was my orgasm?” I am asking for clarification.

“Yes girl, what else?! Ha-ha!” She laughs it off.

“Wow” I am still in awe.

“Just don’t expect this every time, cherish it, they’re rarer than anyone will promise them to you.”

I believe her. Cannot imagine such a euphoric elation to be commonly achieved.

We fall asleep cuddled up to one another. It was one of the best night’s sleeps I have ever had.

The morning after I wake up with a headache. I feel weak, dehydrated, depressed. I get out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Krista. I sneak out of the room and get dressed in the hallway.

“Morning!” Valentin stands in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette by an open window.

Embarrassed to make eye contact I blurt - “morning, I got to go, my mom is probably really worried.”

“Oh of course, let me drive you, it’s quite far,” he offers.

“Erm, no it’s ok, you shouldn’t leave Krista all by herself.”

“Oh no, she’s fine, she’s at home. Please, it is the least I can do, especially after last night.”

“Last night? What did I do last night?”

“Don’t you remember? The show you and Krista put on for me will be hard to forget for a while”

Memories of the fake carrot toy performed by me, and Krista’s face between my legs begin to creep back into my mind.

“Oh, that really happened, hey…” I wish the earth would just swallow me now.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret, just among the three of us,” he winks at me. “Come on, let’s take you home.”

We get into the car, and I cannot shake my headache away, it’s debilitating.

“Valentin, can I ask you something?” I hope for a sincere response.

“You can ask me anything,” he smiles.

“What was it? You know, the pill Krista gave me at the wild horse, and then again in the car”

“Oh that, don’t worry, just good old-fashioned E,” he makes it out to a no big deal.

“E? As in, ecstasy?” I demand clarification from him.

“Ye girl, why are you so hung on it?” He is getting irritated. I do not want to question him further. I just want to get home safely.

My mother was livid. She screamed her lungs out at me, and then went into a protesting silence. I felt awful. I should have called her like I said I would. My head was splitting all day and into that evening. My body felt like it was not even my own, I had aches in all my joints and could barely keep any food down. I could not help but wonder, had I not taken that pill, would I have done what I did with Krista, or would I still be an oblivious 17-year-old who is yet to experience orgasm without having to lose her virginity. I felt humiliated being watched by Valentin. I was regretting my gullible acceptance of the pill. But not Krista. Everything that we did to each other, I could not regret. I devoured every pleasurable moment of it, it would be hypocritical to regret that.