By taking Conrad somewhere private

Amy stepped out of the clinch, turned to catch hold of her partner's hand and walked backwards, leading him after her. The look of pure lust on her face was enough to make him follow her anywhere she wanted to go, which turned out to be towards the toilets. As usual, there was a huge queue by the ladies' and she was certainly far too horny to wait, so she dragged him into the gents' instead. She didn't even glance at the men peeing in the urinals and only a few of them were lucky enough to spot her on the way into one of the cubicles.

Pushing Conrad in front of her, she locked the door behind and sank to her knees, hands shaking slightly as they moved to his fly. The young man smiled down at her and waited passively for her to free his slightly larger than average member. Although not huge by any means, from Amy's perspective, only inches from her face, it looked enormous and she gasped in a mixture of shock and desire. Conrad took advantage of her parted lips to put his hands on the back of her head and plunge his almost fully hard manhood into her wet mouth.

The smitten teenager sucked instinctively, moaning in delight at having such a beautiful penis for her first blowjob. She loved the feel and the taste and diligently tried to take the full length into her mouth, although she couldn't help gagging when it hit the back of her throat. After several attempts, Conrad realized she couldn't go any deeper and pulled out, taking a condom from the pocket of his jeans and putting it on.

Amy made a mental note to learn to deep throat, but had no complaints about the way things were going. Blinking away her tears, she practically jumped on top of him, groaning with lust as he lowered her onto his rampant erection. She slid down bit by bit, his girth filling her love tunnel with the most incredible sensations until she was sitting in his lap, then she lifted up again on shaking legs and started to ride him, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. It felt so good to lose her virginity to this man that she completely forgot the way the DJ had rebuffed her offer earlier.

"Oh, god, Amy, you're so tight," the handsome fellow grunted as she bounced energetically on his throbbing dick, glowing with pride at his praise. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down onto his manhood, holding her steady as his semen pulsed out into the condom. The young man gave an incoherent moan of pleasure and then bent forward to suck on Amy's nipples.

The stunning blonde hadn't cum, but she really didn't care. Her partner's orgasm had felt wonderful, pulsing inside her and she was delighted that, despite her inexperience, she'd managed to give him such pleasure. His mouth was doing amazing things to her breasts and her hand crept between her legs with the intention of possibly getting herself off, when he picked her up and guided her back to her knees on the bathroom floor. Wordlessly, he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it towards his crotch again. Amy didn't want to taste her juices, so she rolled the condom off his flaccid prick before applying her mouth. The spermicide meant it didn't taste as nice second time round and she pulled a face, which Conrad noticed and unfortunately drew the wrong conclusion.

"You don't like the taste of cum?"

"What? No, I love it!" The smitten teen was anxious that her crush not think she had a problem with his masculine flavour. Seeing his doubtful look, she tried to think how she could prove her assertion and an idea came to mind. Raising up the used condom she was still holding, she tried to empty the contents onto her tongue. Not being accustomed to this manoeuvre, she managed to spill some on her face, but most of it hit the target. It was rank, mainly due to more spermicide, but she feigned enjoyment before swallowing and opening her mouth to show it was empty.

"Wow, Amy, you're a freak!" Amy correctly deduced that this was intended as a compliment and beamed, then turned her attention back to his groin, licking and sucking at cock and balls until every trace of their tryst had been replaced by saliva. He gently pushed her away and started to pull up his pants.

"That was great: you were incredible. We must do it again sometime."

"Really? I mean, yes, I'd love to." The hottie paused, realizing she was maybe sounding a bit ****, lamely adding if I'm not too busy. The lovers exchanged contact details and left the stall to find a lot of interested guys looking at them, dicks in hand (at the urinals, not wanking), having overheard much of what happened. Amy and Conrad did their best to ignore the audience and made their way back to the dancefloor, the former hiding her mortification rather badly. They each headed back to their friends, to receive equal congratulations on getting laid by such a catch.

Amy's mates teased her gently, even while they gave her high fives (which made her breasts jiggle enticingly) and Suzie leaned in to whisper in her ear about the streak of spunk still on her cheek.

"What?"

"You've got cum on your cheek."

"I can't hear you." Amy shook her head in puzzlement, so her best friend repeated it louder still, loudly enough to make other dancers turn and stare. Without thinking, the birthday girl wiped it off with her fingers and licked them clean, then froze when she realized what she'd just done in public.

Samantha was watching with amazement and noticed what none of the other pals had: a creep recording the faux pas with his smartphone. An idea occurred to her and she sashayed her way over to the chap. She would get Amy in trouble, yet.

"Hi," she said, posing coquettishly. "Do you think maybe I could get a copy of that video you just shot of my friend?"

"I don't know what you mean," he replied.

"Oh, come on," Samantha rolled her eyes. "I'm not trying to get you in any trouble. It was hot. I just want a copy and maybe I'll show you something in return."

He couldn't resist that offer and sent his recording to the number Samantha provided. However, the number did not belong to the schoolgirl, but rather to Amy's mother, who would soon be seeing her daughter in a new light.

"Okay, it's sent."

"Great. Now delete my number and never contact me again or I'll report you for sexual harassment, you pathetic wanker."

Samantha turned on her heal and stalked off, grinning. She could only imagine the shame and recriminations that awaited her rival when she returned home. What she didn't know was that Amy's parents both believed that a young girl should sow her wild oats before she settled down and would be secretly pleased she was embracing her inner slut. To avoid embarrassing her daughter, her mum deleted the video message and never mentioned it to her.

Amy and the gang continued to dance all night long; some would have left, but they weren't about to miss out on a moment with the naked stunner. Little did they know that over the rest of the academic year, they would all see her stripped by losing games more times than they could count, often with even more humiliating (and frequently sexual) forfeits. As the music started to wind down, the birthday girl realized she needed to get her dress and knickers back and headed over towards the stage again. However, a chain had been locked over the stairs with a staff only sign on it.

Amy and her pals looked around for help, eventually settling on the barman, who called a bouncer, who went up and collected the dress, although he couldn't find the underwear. They were cheap, though, so that didn't really matter.

"Thank-you," said the naked blonde, when handed her dress. "Do you know whether I'm allowed to get dressed now?"

"No, sorry," the bouncer replied, meaning he didn't know, but the girl thought he meant no, she wasn't allowed to put it on, yet.

"Well, do you know whether I can stop dancing?"

The same reply was similarly misinterpreted and so it was that the world's newest strip game addict danced all the way home in the nude, being careful not to cover any of her gorgeous body on the way.