It started off simply. These things always do.
Some fat, middle-aged hippy bitch had set up the local hall as a drop-in centre for us local youth. She was trying to give us a way of connecting to each other and the community, to try to make us less likely to do drugs and shit.
Her heart was in the right place, in under all that blubber and cheesecloth and sandalwood.
But we still did drugs and shit.
We just had this nice warm drop-in centre to do it all in now.
The drop-in centre was open Fridays, and every Friday she was there, being our friend and telling us all about her terrible misadventures with drugs in the previous decade.
It was tedious. We local youth stopped going on Friday nights.
But now we knew the secret spot in the fuse box where the key to the local hall was kept, so we started going on Thursday nights instead.
No-one knew we were there. The local hall was way out near the recreation ground, miles and miles from the village. Isolated, with nothing but sighing trees and stars to look on at our hijinks.
So we let our hair down on Thursday nights, as you can imagine.
Girls generally didn't come out there Thursday nights, on account of how down and hairy things got.
One such night, after a couple of cardboard boxes of spatlese lexia, we lads decided that it would be a good idea to do some nude skateboarding in the hall. Cardboard box wine tends to suggest such brilliant pursuits. We all stripped off without another thought and started roaring our boards around the dusty floorboards with our tackle out, screaming like savages attacking a wagon train.
This was long before all that ollying business with skateboards: we just liked to roll around. No tricks. Tricks were ghey.
It felt totally liberating to be flying across the clattering boards with nothing on. I was really into it.
Then the guys who did drugs started to do their drugs, and everyone sort of put their clothes back on and staggered off down the embankment to the train tracks, to follow the rails back into the village.
But i was really into the nude skateboarding thing, so i kept rolling around, my dick bobbing like the nose of a racehorse as i put my foot down to propel myself along a bit faster.
After a while i realised i was tired. The wine was starting to give me a headache rather than a buzz. I stopped.
I was alone. It was eleven o'clock at night. It was dead silent. I was naked on a skateboard.
I heard voices outside.
Vashti and Amanda walked out of the night and into the hall.
They saw me standing there, dick-naked.
I was hard to miss.
Amanda sort of snerkled. She put her hand to her mouth, to cover her embarrassed-for-me grin.
I expected that from her. She was always so uptight about shit.
Vashti said hi.
I said hi back.
I liked Vashti. A lot.
She asked what i was doing.
I asked if that was a trick question.
She said no, what was i doing.
I showed her. The skateboard sounded like thunder in the wooden hall in the middle of the night.
She had her arms crossed over her sweet breasts while she watched me go around. Amanda was laughing outright now. When she saw that Vashti wasn't laughing, she stopped laughing and started tugging at her shoulder, saying they should go.
I stopped orbiting.
Vashti uncrossed her arms and said it looked pretty neat.
I said that yeah, it was an unbelievably ace feeling.
I'd like to do it, Vashti said.
Amanda freaked. Right the fuck out.
I said to Vashti, fine, that'd be great.
While Amanda ranted and raved and looked at me like i'd just caught my own shit in my hand and flung it at her, Vashti undressed.
Her boobs were just as sweet as i'd imagined they would be, all those long periods in maths when i sat opposite her and kept glancing up at them from where i'd punched 5318008 into my upside-down calculator. They tumbled out of her cheap teenager bra, those boobies, like a pair of hamburger buns falling out of a plastic shopping bag.
When she pulled her cords down, Amanda announced that she had had e-fucking-nough, Vashti, and left. Vashti could just rot in her own fucking juice, Amanda declared as she stepped through the door into the darkness.
We were alone. Vashti took off her underpants.
I've never stood on one of these things before, Vashti admitted.
I told her that it was easy, give me your hands.
I held her wrists and she held mine, and she stepped onto the board. It was a bit skittish beneath her, so i told her to stay easy, get her balance. She tried, but then the board shot out from under her. I caught her easily, her long, scented hair on my chest, her warm, downy boob against my arm.
Let's try that again, Vashti suggested.
I got her up and stationary, eventually. I'm letting you go, i warned her. She said don't you dare. I said it'll be fine, look, i'll just hold you here like this, and i put my hands on her naked hips.
She put her arms out slowly for balance and i steadied her. My dick started to get hard.
I lifted my fingers off her hips, and she stood there. I kept my hands close, in case. It was like i held her in a force-field. Then she quivered, lost her balance, and stepped off the skateboard, into my arms. The board shot across the hall again. Before it had hit the wall, my mouth was on hers, hers on mine.
I felt the wet tip of my cock pressing against her thighs. I felt it tracing a snail-trail of pre-cum over her perfectly shaved legs as it became fully stiff, pointing north. Her mouth was warm and wet. I reached down between our legs and found her cunt. It was warm and wet, too.
Yes, she said.
OK, i said.
I sat her down, there, on the dusty floorboards. She tossed her head, her hair whipping, and then she lay back, not minding the hardness. I knelt between her legs and put my own hardness where it belonged.
Her arms reached up to my neck. I felt her stroking my hair as i slid into her.
My cock caught, on her hymen, i supposed. We had all paid close attention in those six science classes where the nervous teacher had explained all this stuff. It was the only time in the entire history of school were we were all listening with anything like interest to anything a teacher had to say to us.
She felt magnificent inside. Squooshy and warm. Her cunt gripped my cock without any apparent effort. I felt that i could lift her up off the floor with the tightness of that grip.
I pushed into her and pulled back. She closed her eyes. I did it again. She frowned. That OK, i asked. She said that yes, slowly.
I pushed and pulled in that tight grip of hers until i came. I don't know how many times i sank into that velvet embrace, but it wasn't enough. We started off slow, on account of the ungivingness of the floorboards, but then we got carried away and didn't care anymore.
My knees were bleeding when i stopped. When i pulled all the way out, i saw that she was bleeding too, but not from her knees. The ghastly white fluorescents overhead, buzzing like electric motors, showed our blood as almost black. I helped her stand up. She turned around and asked me if i could see any splinters in her bum. I told her she had a very nice bum, and she giggled and said thank you, but are there any splinters in my very nice bum.
I dusted her down. We kissed, her tongue insistent in my mouth. Then she knelt and kissed my cock.
She stood up, cupped my balls, looked thoughtfully down at my dick. It wasn't what i was expecting, she said, but it was very nice. Then she picked up the skateboard again, and she was trying to stand on it. I helped her again, and she eventually managed to stand for a few seconds.
Now, i explained, you need to kick along. It'll be easier, i assured her, to keep your balance when you're moving.
She tentatively kicked off, and the board shot out from under her and across the room again.
We reset and tried again, this time with me holding her naked hips, just as i had before, but now my semen was swimming deep within the warm vault between those naked hips.
After a dozen or so tries, something clicked inside her and she could do it.
She orbited for ages, ecstatic with her second new experience for the night.
Let's do it on the road, she said, her eyes glistening under the harsh lights.
She put her runners on and carried the board out with her. I followed barefoot. We were both still naked.
She rolled along that road like it was the way she had always gotten around. She rolled and rolled and rolled, and i ran along, keeping up, my dick flopping up and down, nuts jouncing.
We lost track of time and everything else. I wanted another turn in that warm squooshy hug of hers, but first it was clear that we - she - had to skate. We had arrived on the outskirts of the village without even realising it, and that was when the car came roaring up behind us. The headlights lit her up like a plucked chicken.
She was magnificent, her arms out like she was flying, her total concentration focused on that feeling of liberation.
You'd think the car could have stopped. You'd think the driver could have processed what he was seeing and just stopped. Or swerved at least.
It started off simply: just a couple of kids skateboarding naked down the road in the middle of the night. But it all ended in pieces.
These things always do.