Using a microphone, Brenda announced, “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Brenda’s 1987 Xmanye Party.”

With that, the music then began…

All the girls, except Tina, disappeared onto the dance floor. With my Christmas tree outfit too hot and restrictive to dance in, I planted myself next to her and watched the girls jiggle.

Some of the costumes were rather outrageous, especially when it came to the ladies. There was a Princess Leia who, like Clare, was wearing nothing but tassels on her top. As she danced, they seemed to swing freely in the air, and I became mesmerised by their movements.

But she was not alone, as there were ladies dressed as sexy fairies, nurses, and a completely topless ballet dancer. This early part of the party was lively. I counted the number of people in the chill-out area and on the dance floor as I sipped my beer; my count only ended when I reached one hundred and thirty-two.

A few late stragglers arrived, and with that, the door was closed, with the “Master of Ceremonies” moving to help behind the bar. With the party in full swing and the girls still dancing, I began to mingle. Despite the flashing lights, I realised that I had made a poor costume choice.

It was hot and restrictive.

With a free drink in my hand, I relaxed and moved into the chill-out area. It was away from the noise of the disco and where guests chatted. Here, I bumped into Hansel. He told me that Gretel was out on the dance floor and that his name was Brian and his wife was Jill. He worked in the city and knew Brenda through his business.

He asked about Sarah and me and wanted to know our history, though I kept coy. It was obvious that he had liked what he saw when he saw Sarah. I suddenly felt on edge, and it wasn’t helped when Brian mentioned that they were swingers and wondered if we were interested in getting together sometime soon.

I told Brian that we were not swingers, but it didn’t seem to put him off, as the next moment he was giving me a business card with Club Eden, his name, and telephone number on it.

He told me it was a private swingers club, which you would either need an invite or become a member to go to. If we were ever interested, “then give him a call.” I put the card in my pocket and went to look for Sarah and the others.

I rejoined the girls in the main room; Clare and Karen were dancing together. Sarah, Jaz, and Tina were all chatting. I looked for the cocktail waitress, and she saw me. It wasn’t hard with my flashing lights.

“I am Bethany… Do you need watering?”

I warmly smiled and replied, “Maybe later.”

With a new drink in my hand, I watched Bethany walk on to her next customer, an extra wiggle now in every step.

As the large digital clock with red numbers ticked down, an increased sexual undertone seemed to permeate through the air. It was subtle, but it was there; and we all knew the countdown clock was also ticking down to something else, not just “New Year.”

I wanted to have fun, flirt with Bethany, and maybe see if she was interested in taking it further by trying one of the beds in the coloured bedrooms.

However, there was another pull, maybe even a greater pull, and it was the one of checking on Sarah. I only wanted her to find another female playmate, another Liz, and I didn’t want the Brian’s of the party hitting on her.

I noticed Sarah was now talking to Gretel in the chill-out area. They laughed, and then my girlfriend lifted the front of her dress to show her nod to 1988, the G-string, and maybe her bald slit too. I wondered if Gretel was as interested in her as her husband. But they then parted, Sarah’s eyes flashing my way; she smiled and then joined Clare and Karen on the dance floor.

The clock now showed forty-five minutes to go to midnight, the witching hour. I stood there watching it—the numbers as mesmerising as Princess Leia’s tassels.

I noticed the black cat lady had moved in on Sarah as they were now dancing together. My eyes then darted to Clare and Jaz as they tried to drag the reluctant Tina onto the dance floor. I couldn’t help smiling as Jaz’s bull lesbian girlfriend made it very clear that she didn’t want to be there.

As I stood there next to the large Christmas tree, my eyes returned to Sarah. She had moved to the chill-out area and was still talking to the black lady. All I knew from the Master of Ceremonies was that her name was Lena.

Jaz approached me, and we chatted; she still wanted to apologise for her boyfriend’s actions. However, I kept a close watch on Sarah throughout our conversation. Then, surprisingly, the music subsided, and Brenda, the 'Ringmaster,' reappeared.

She took the mike.

Then after a few amusing words from Brenda, we all looked at the digital clock. Its red numbers counting down to midnight: ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one—BANG!

Some large poppers went off in unison on either side of the 1988 sign above the bar, covering the dance floor with coloured streams. With the sudden commotion over, everyone seemed to want to grab the nearest person and kiss them.

I kissed Jaz.

A chorus of Happy New Year’s rang out, and a large circle of people formed on the dance floor. They linked hands and sang “Auld Lang Syne.”

It felt all unreal, this being only December 27th.

The countdown had caught me by surprise, and through the hullabaloo, I desperately looked for Clare and Sarah to share a kiss. But I couldn’t see either, and then I saw Bethany. With a tray still in her hand, she was watching the merriment.

“Happy New Year,” I said as I came up behind her.

Bethany turned towards me and wished me, “Happy New Year.” Then, surprisingly, she leaned in and we kissed. It was unexpected. Perhaps Sarah was right; I didn’t have to dress like 007 to attract the ladies!

It was only then, as I broke away from kissing the waitress, that I noticed Clare and Karen staring at me. They seemed surprised that I could still charm another lady dressed as a Christmas tree.

I happily, slightly guiltily smiled at Clare and Karen.

On seeing my grin, Bethany turned and left. I knew with every step away from me my chances of sleeping with her diminished.

However, I had a more important thing to do.

With no apology needed, I kissed Clare. Well, it was more of a snog that she returned with interest, and we wished each other a “Happy New Year!”

I turned towards Karen and then did the same with her. My action seemed to surprise Clare, even more than the kiss I had with Bethany. This became especially true when Karen quite happily returned my kiss and then, with a giggle, wished me, “Happy New Year!”

After we broke apart I looked for Sarah, but there was no sign of her, and I wondered where she had gone.

Was she still with the black cat lady, I thought?

“David,” Clare was trying to speak to me. "David, I need you to take care of Karen while I change for Brenda."

“Change?”

“Yes, I am Brenda’s girlfriend now, so I need a different outfit. I am going to change entirely into being Mrs Claus… Though, perhaps I will resemble Miss Claus more, as I will be a younger version of her.”

I inwardly smiled as Brenda only went with younger girls, with one exception, Paula. She was Brenda’s first-ever girlfriend and was now in her mid-thirties.

“Now David, look after Karen for me.”

This was something I had agreed to do earlier: look after Clare’s eighteen-year-old lesbian girlfriend. I knew she would have no interest in me or watching the Christmas tree try to get off with another woman. For the remainder of the night, it appeared that I would also be Karen's protector.

But I thought, why shouldn’t I first have some fun?

“Clare I will stay with Karen, but first I need to do something.”

I leaned down and kissed Clare once again. This time I didn’t hold anything back, and when we broke, she looked flushed… Her needy eyes were staring at me in surprise.

Or maybe I had just warmed her up for what we both knew was coming, but I had just reminded her that she was mine!

Clare playfully nudged me before saying, “You are incredulous.”

Karen knowingly smiled too, even though she was Clare’s girlfriend.

As Clare turned, I playfully smacked her on the backside. It was another little reminder of the fun we had together, and she left us with a giggle.

I took Karen’s hand, and we walked to the chill-out area, saying to her, “I have been told from now on the party will get a little wild.”

Karen just smiled.

“Have you seen Sarah?

“Not since the turn of the year,” Karen giggled. “David, do you know you are the first man ever to kiss me?”

I looked at Karen and apologetically said, “Sorry.”

“It's okay, I guess a man was going to kiss me someday, and I am pleased it was you. However, it possibly wasn’t the best start for someone who meant to be looking after me, even protecting me.”

“Perhaps I will turn you straight,” I jested and then grinned.

“No chance… Though, I am pleased you kissed me in front of Clare, as she seems to have forgotten I find it difficult sharing her.”

I pulled Karen close and asked her something that had been on my mind, even more so since my recent conversation with Brenda. “We both know Clare is not going to change quickly; you may have noticed that she has difficulty keeping those long legs together.”

We both knew that was true.

“I have reluctantly accepted it, providing she only goes with other women,” I added, knowing Karen already knew this.

“You love her, don’t you, David?”

“Yes, deeply… I don’t think many men could put up with what she gets up to. The strange thing is, I am sure she loves me just as much but won’t give in to it; she is too stubborn.”

“Don’t you mean fucking stubborn?” Karen stated.

Her endearing words shocked me, as I had never heard her swear.

“It’s what Brenda says, and she is right,” she poignantly added.

I agreed with her.

“David, there is something I need to tell you. I don’t see myself being with Clare forever. Don’t get me wrong, I like her, but we're not the perfect fit…”

I couldn’t help smiling, though I knew I shouldn’t.

Strangely, Karen smiled, too, and said, “David, it's alright. You can grin if you want to. As you said, Clare’s not going to change quickly—if ever.”

My smile disappeared on hearing those last two words; it was what worried me.

“I want to find Sarah and wish her a Happy New Year.”

After checking the chill-out area and the sunken settees, we both grabbed another drink from the free bar and returned to the main dance area, but still no Sarah. She seemed to have disappeared, but I thought it was still too early for the coloured bedrooms. I wasn’t even sure she would end up in one, as tonight Sarah was only looking for a long-term female playmate.

Clare returned with Brenda; they were arm in arm, and she was now topless, having removed the tassels. On her bottom half was just a red thong and thigh-high black boots. It didn’t surprise me, as Brenda loved showing her girlfriends off.

“Let me guess,” I said, “Pussy in Boots,” which had Brenda chuckling, though I don’t think Clare or Karen was so easily amused.

It was also the first time I had a chance to speak to Brenda, and I told her what a wonderful party this was. I thanked her for inviting me.

“You are most welcome, my dear; you are my business partner now.”

I smiled; we were in a small way.

Brenda chuckled, “My dear, I might have guessed that you come as something like a flashing Christmas tree… So many outfits, and you choose a fucking tree!”

I noticed Clare couldn't help giggling at her bull lesbian girlfriend’s comment.

Paula joined our little group, and she was dressed as a French maid; I should have guessed. It was the first time we had seen each other tonight. She had been looking after the food in the kitchen. I asked Paula if she had seen Sarah, but she hadn’t and suggested we check out the wet area.

As we left the five-person group, I realised that Clare had slept with all of us.

Quite a few party guests were now leaving, including Tina and Jaz. We said our goodbyes and continued to the wet area. It was there that I noticed the first open sexual activity going on. A naked blonde was giving a half-dressed and well-hung policeman a blow job while he sat on the edge of the hot tub. I discreetly glanced at the blonde with the cock in her mouth; it wasn’t Sarah.

From the wet room, we went out to the landing. I was surprised to see the area had now donned a temporary cover. It was there to keep the noise in and the cold out.

A few people were smoking there, but it wasn’t very crowded, and we stood there for a minute to let the cooler air refresh my overheated body.

I then spotted Sarah. She was at the other end of the balcony, talking to Lena, the black cat lady and sharing a cigarette with her.

As I watched, I felt Karen tug my hand and say, “There's a lady over there in uniform; she's staring at me.”

I glanced over, knowing Karen’s fascination with women who wore military uniforms.

“I think you're right, though she probably thinks you are with me. That’s why she hasn’t come over.”

Karen turned to face me. “Is she still looking?”

"I believe she's currently undressing you," I remarked with a knowing smile. “But I am your protector; I can’t have you going over and chatting to her.”

“David…”

I grinned.

“Go and get her number… Just don’t tell Clare; I prefer the simple life!”

With a smile, Karen let go of my hand, and a few seconds later, she was joining the military lady in smoking a cigarette. The fact that Karen was smoking surprised me more than how easy it was for her to get the military lady's number.

With Karen distracted, my attention returned to Sarah. The balcony railings were currently pushing her back. Lena was coming onto her, and my girlfriend was not resisting her advances. It was like the Grapevine pub once again, where Liz seduced Sarah, her feminine yet dominant personality appealing to Sarah’s submissive streak.

I looked over towards Karen. She was writing something down on a piece of paper; I knew they were exchanging telephone numbers. I smiled and just hoped that Clare didn’t find out that it had been my suggestion.

My eyes returned to Sarah, knowing part of me wanted to go over there, introduce myself, and say “Happy New Year” to my girlfriend.

Lena was now kissing Sarah, her hands wandering over my girlfriend’s body as she just passively stood there letting them fully explore.

I could almost sense Sarah’s response as Lena’s hands brushed her sensitive nipples, their tongues suddenly dancing with each other’s as they snogged.

Part of me wanted to react, go over, and rescue Sarah. But the greater part of me wanted to watch, check she was okay, and let my girlfriend have her one-night stand with another woman.

After all, wasn’t that what Clare was doing tonight?

I quickly glanced at Karen; she was still smoking and talking to the lady in the military uniform.

Looking back at Sarah, they were snogging. I was the voyeur once again; Lena’s fingers sliding down my girlfriend’s body and finding a home between my girlfriend’s legs. Sarah casually opened them to receive the invading digits.

I could almost hear her moan as they slipped inside Sarah’s increasingly wanton pussy.

Watching on, I could make out Lena’s hand move, her fingers fucking my girlfriend’s bald cunt. Sarah’s head was now more resting on the black girl's shoulder as the digits gently rubbed away.

Sarah took a final puff of the cigarette, and they kissed once again, sharing the smoke as my girlfriend exhaled. The black cat lady’s fingers now worked feverishly inside Sarah’s slippery pussy, a hole I knew so well. Then I watched Sarah shudder. She was cumming, and I looked around. It seemed that it was only me who had noticed—or cared—what was happening at the other end of the balcony.

As I observed, Lena whispered something in Sarah’s ear. She nodded, and with that, they walked off hand in hand. The show was over, and I guessed they were off to find an empty, coloured bedroom.

I jumped as a hand grabbed my hard cock. It was Karen, and she was gripping my erection. The military lady was gone, and she had caught me spying on Sarah.

“Clare said you like to watch; she was right.” Karen giggled, leaving me speechless and wondering what happened to the shy lesbian girl I had met only three months ago.

“Only part of me likes to watch,” I mumbled. “Honestly, most of me prefers to join in.”

I was not too sure Karen believed me as she removed her hand, still grinning.

“Who was the military girl?”

“Leanna, she was interested in me. We exchanged numbers.”

“Are you interested in her?” I asked.

Karen grinned, “Maybe… But currently, I am with Clare. Let’s say I am keeping my options open.”

“Says the girl who is a serial monogamist,” I chuckled.

Karen nudged me, though I didn’t mind. She had grown so much as a person in the three months since I had met her.

“What happened to that quiet, shy girl I met a couple of months ago?”

Karen laughed, “She is still here, somewhere deep inside me.”

“Remember, not a word to Clare as to how you got Leanna’s number.”

With a grin, Karen promised me that she would lie if it ever came up.

“Let’s go inside again,” Karen said as she took my hand.

We walked through the wet room, with the sauna, steam room, and hot tub now full of naked partygoers.

The clock read one-fifteen, and there were only a few people in the party room sitting on the sunken settees. The disco had been reduced to background music, and a large sign was hanging from the bar; it read, "Help Yourself."

It seemed that the barman and master of ceremonies had mysteriously disappeared, leaving the cocktail waitresses to do all the cleaning up.

I spotted Bethany and walked over to her. But she turned her back, making it very clear that I was not welcome.

Karen giggled, “Looks like you are not getting any tonight.”

“That makes two of us,” I jested in return.

Karen laughed, unfazed, "But at least I managed to get her telephone number."

I shrugged and suggested, “Let’s get drunk,” while hoping Sarah might be free later on.

Karen agreed.

We already had an alcohol-fuelled buzz going on. Surely another drink wouldn’t hurt. As I took one, I briefly thought of Clare. She was probably already in Brenda’s bedroom with several other women.

Karen pulled me and said, “Let’s go and watch Sarah; I know you want to.”

She was right. But I also questioned; what if I saw something I didn't want to see?

Since we first arrived, I had not been to the bedroom corridor. Karen was pulling me there, and I thought of Brenda’s door rules. If it was wide open and pinned back, it was an invite to join in the sexual action on the bed.

If the door was ajar, you could watch, but that was all.

There were no locks on any of the coloured bedroom doors. The only exceptions were the pink guest bedroom, where we were sleeping, and Brenda's. However, hers was by invitation only.

Karen steered me to the bedroom corridor and past our closed pink bedroom door on the right. Other than Brenda’s, it was the only one on that side of the corridor. The other seven bedrooms—white, yellow, orange, green, turquoise, purple, and blue—were all on the left, in the middle of Brenda’s apartment.

The corridor seemed to be full of people, some half-dressed, but many were now naked.

With Karen pulling me along, we moved to the first bedroom on our left. It was the white one, and the door was wide open and pinned back.

Inside, two women I didn’t know were engaged in a sixty-nine. A dark-haired woman was on top, her head buried between the redhead's spread thighs. A man, possibly one of the woman's husbands, was watching; he had his cock in his hand, and he was masturbating.

Neither of them was Sarah or Clare, though we stopped and watched for a good minute before Karen pulled me on. It was clear she thought I was lingering too long, though I had no intention of joining in.

From the white bedroom, we moved to the yellow; the door was wide open and pinned back. There was a small queue of men waiting for their turn inside, along with a rather large dark-haired lady. Karen quickly pulled me along.

Surprisingly, the orange bedroom was empty, and we moved on.

The next bedroom was the green one, and the door was just ajar, which meant watching only. Inside were two unknown naked lesbians who were currently kissing and fingering one another. I had the distinct feeling they were a couple who got off on being watched.

We stopped a while, Karen’s hands gripping mine as she took in the bed’s show. The lower lady, her legs spread wide, body spasmed as she came on her lover’s fingers.

Karen seemed transfixed, and this time it was me pulling her to the next door, which was the turquoise bedroom. The door was wide open, and an almost naked Brenda stood there on sentry duty; the only thing she wore was a large, black fake cock.

It was no surprise to see Clare entertaining inside. She was on her back, an unknown ginger lady between her outstretched legs licking her bald pussy. Paula was at the other end of the bed, sitting on Clare’s face.

I got the impression that my girlfriend didn’t know I was there.

We looked to Brenda, who turned someone behind us away, and then waved an older naked lady with a huge pubic bush into the room.

With us still watching, Brenda barked some instructions, and the new lady replaced the ginger-haired woman between Clare’s legs. She, in turn, moved onto the bed and started sucking one of my girlfriend's nipples. Brenda was not only standing guard; she was also directing the action.

Another older, blonde woman joined the other three with Brenda's nod. Clare's butch lesbian girlfriend turned to us and said, “As this is your girlfriend’s first themed party, I wanted her to have the full experience. She is going to enjoy having a few of my girlfriends. You have my word; there will be no men involved… Do you want to join in, Karen?”

“Another time, Brenda,” Karen replied, though we all knew that would be unlikely.

Brenda tapped the bushy lady on the shoulder and moved between Clare’s legs. Our girlfriend’s engorged cunt briefly came into view. Then with little effort, she guided her strap-on cock into Clare, and she started to fuck her.

This was the start of a lesbian gangbang for Clare.

We watched for a few seconds as Brenda fucked her, and then I felt a tug from Karen. She wanted to move on. I followed her, knowing now why I had originally been reluctant to visit the coloured bedrooms.

There were only two bedrooms left, purple and blue. If Sarah were here, she would be in one of them.

The door was ajar in the purple bedroom, and we looked in and saw two men on the bed sucking each other’s cocks. In a way, that sight shocked me more than seeing Clare with the four lesbian ladies.

We moved on.

We proceeded past Brenda's bedroom on the right. The door was locked, and it had a sign hanging from it reading No Entry. As her official girlfriends, we both knew that Clare would be sleeping there tonight.

The last blue bedroom door was wide open, indicating anyone could join in. Inside was Sarah, who was now completely naked and on her back, her legs spread wide. In between them was the now equally naked Lena, her bare, bald black pussy facing us. Its bright pink slit was slightly open and glistening with her pussy juices.

She was licking Sarah’s pussy, but it was the other end of Sarah’s body that had my full attention, as Sarah had a large cock in her hand and an even larger one in her mouth. They respectively belonged to the barman and the Master of Ceremonies.

I checked and was relieved to find both cocks covered with a condom.

While I had anticipated the presence of Lena, the two men came as a complete shock.

Sarah was alternatively sucking on each condom-covered cock, while the black lady was feasting on my girlfriend's pussy. Lena’s tongue flicked Sarah's little bud while two fingers fucked her hole. Then she bucked as she came on Lena’s tongue.

Sarah didn’t seem to notice us standing there, her mouth too full of cock.

Lena kissed Sarah's open pussy once and then stood, giving Karen and me a clear view of her perfectly toned naked body. I took in her legs, bald pussy, and nicely shaped breasts, and I realised she was stunning.

She looked at us and smiled. Then she gathered her stuff and walked out of the room. I heard a moan, and I looked at Sarah. She now had the young barman, balls deep between her legs.

He was fucking her.

I moved to pull him off, but Karen grabbed me. “Leave them,” she whispered. “You don’t want to cause a scene.”

I glanced at them once again. The younger barman was thrusting away, while the older Master of Ceremonies guy was fucking her mouth. They had double-tagged her, and I got the impression that they had done this before.

My stomach churned, yet I wanted to join in; fuck her. Make sure Sarah knew she was mine.

Karen tugged again. I turned, and in one swift, silent motion, I unpinned the door and pulled it closed. Bugger Brenda’s rules. At least no one else will be joining them, I thought.

With Sarah’s moans fading into the background, I pulled Karen and said, “I need a drink.”

“So do I,” was Karen’s only reply.

We circled around via the door at this end of the bedroom corridor, the place now almost empty, and then through the chill-out area and past the snowman. My feelings were raw, my mouth drier with every step. The knowledge that my two girlfriends were currently being fucked by multiple partners, while I wasn’t getting any, was eating into my very core.

With the bar now cleaned and empty of drink, we headed for the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and sunk it into the punch. I downed it and then refilled it.

Karen sipped hers.

“Don’t you like it?”

“Not so much,” she giggled.

“What were your feelings when you saw Clare?” I asked, knowing that I had no right to know.

She shrugged and then took a larger swig of her punch. “I think you know.”

We refilled our glasses, and I scrutinised the empty dance floor. It looked how I felt. I downed my drink once again before refilling it, as punch seemed to be the perfect drink to quench my thirst.

A few people were still leaving, the digital clock still counting. It read two-thirty. It was getting late, but then I looked at the clock again; the numbers were spinning!

My feet suddenly felt unsteady. The Father Christmas in his sleigh unexpectedly looked like he was really flying, and I held my hands out, trying to catch the presents that he was now throwing.

Karen tried doing the same, and then she started to giggle, and then I saw the Christmas tree in the corner; he was now my brother, and I waved at him.

Had we drunk that much, I thought, the room now seemingly had a life of its own.

“Let’s get something to eat,” I suggested.

Karen smiled, and then a hiccup left her mouth, which brought another giggle.

We finished our punch and scanned the kitchen for food—cupcakes!

They looked delicious; maybe they would help sober me up. I passed one to Karen and then took a bite before moving on to a sausage on a stick. When I bit into it, there was a squeal. Surprised, I put it down and went back to the cupcakes—they were so moreish!

Karen was still sipping her punch... and giggling. She was leaning against the breakfast bar. Her short Indian skirt was now around her waist, and she was sliding down her G-string knickers.

I started giggling with her. “What are you doing?”

“I’m hot!”

I joined her, and I took off my Christmas tree top; the battery for the flashing lights had long since run out.

Karen’s top came off and fell to the kitchen floor. Her perky breasts were now in full view.

“Me Tarzan,” I announced while beating my bare chest.

Karen doubled up in giggles, and she looked like she was going to wet herself as we both had our giggling fit.

Karen bit into her cake and then giggled again. “These are yummy…”

“Yummmmmy.”

I joined in, “Yummmmmmmmy…”

Karen giggled back. It felt like we were getting wasted.

“I think we need … a bed,” I somewhat vividly said. “Me Tarzan… bed.”

We both giggled as Karen’s knickers fell onto the kitchen floor, her bald pussy now on view.

We staggered out of the kitchen and towards the nearest bedroom, which luckily for us was the pink one. As we walked, the walls kept moving, Karen’s dress was still around her waist, and her top, like her knickers, was left lying on the kitchen floor.

We had to duck under every light!

The door was narrow, measuring "only" two feet, six inches wide.

We giggled as we pushed each other through it. However, we were lucky as I was Tarzan; my extra strength made it easier to get through such a small gap.

I closed the door behind me, the room was spinning as I removed my shoes. Then somehow I tripped over my trousers, and I lay there on the floor. All I could hear was giggling from above me. I kicked the rest of my clothes off and lay there naked and wet. There was warm water pouring over me…

I needed to swim and find my raft.

I climbed up onto the bed, my raft, as it was the only place dry in the room.

There was Kirsty, a naked Kirsty… I had not seen her since I was eighteen and that lad’s vacation.

She was a holiday romance, maybe my first love.

“Come here, Tarzan,” she said. I moved closer, and I felt my cock harden.

I really wanted Kirsty again.

“Where have you been?” I asked.

There were giggles.

I peered between her legs and saw that her ginger hair had gone.

“You shaved for me?”

“David, my Tarzan, make love to me.”

I climbed between her legs, my cock hard and leading the way.

“Kirsty, you look lovely,” I said as I slid my cock home into Kirsty's welcoming, wet pussy. 

“Oh Yeeeeesssss … Fuck me… Fuck me, Tarzan," was all I could hear.

I moved my hips backwards and forwards… My head started to spin, and the room rocked as I moved, thrusting in and out of Kirsty. I felt legs around me, and then I felt something wet around my cock. Was it the spray from the sea, or was our raft leaking?

I pumped harder, Kirsty’s tight cunt fitting me just how I remembered, though the lack of hair still bothered me.

As I fucked her, I hear a giggle, and then almost without warning, I feel my cock twitch, my cum flooding her pussy.

I looked down at Kirsty; her blue eyes, she looked beautiful, and then through the hazy mist, I saw a brief image of Karen… Oh fuck, I thought—but the room was moving and our raft was bobbing up and down…

“Kirsty,” I said… “Kirsty…” But there was no reply.

My eyes then rolled, their lids closed, and my head went back… It found a soft resting place.

I breathed in, and a wave of drowsiness hit me… I was well and truly wasted. But I knew I was safe on my raft. I could now hear the waves lapping against the seashore and feel the sand beneath me.

Kirsty, I thought…. I reached across; I touched someone, and my eyes rolled again… A gull squawked… I was now on a lilo… floating… and my eyes rolled again… I was drifting… I had left the shore… drifting… drifting… and then I found—OBLIVION.

Author's Note: All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+ ©2025 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.