Bo & Alaina Pt. 01

* This is my first go at this so please be nice. Hopefully I won't get discouraged and it won't be too long before part 2.

Introduction --

It seems to me that all too often when somebody leads in to a conversation with, "So I was thinking...", the next thing said is something that will go way left of center so to speak, and this was definitely one of those times. My girlfriend Alaina's birthday was coming up and I had plans for the entire weekend mapped out, dinner after work on Friday, a nice lunch and a show on Saturday and meeting up with some friends on Sunday. I was also planning to fit a proposal in to Saturday night. Then, Wednesday, I was thrown for a curve by, "So I was thinking..."

For starters, I suppose I should say that we have a bit of an unconventional relationship and in addition to Alaina turning 27, we are also celebrating our 5-year anniversary, as well as a 1-year anniversary of a less conventional kind which I am sure will be obvious before long.

Part 1 -- Meeting Alaina

I actually met Alaina at her 22nd birthday party and we hit it off quite rapidly. I was at a fairly nice bar downtown with a few friends when she walked in with a few girls in tow. They had a booth reserved in the back but from her first step in the door I could not take my eyes off her. Which, is hardly hyperbole, I am pretty sure that my eyes followed her from the door until she disappeared in the back. Her face glowed, shy smile beamed as she strode in laughing. Small but taught breasts in a tight yellow top complemented by a short denim skirt that, I would find out moments later when I nearly fell out of my seat, did very little to stop her perfectly round, green lace covered ass from peeking out.

I was a bit shocked but not displeased when her gaggle of friends asked the boys and I to join them at their next stop, a night club down the street. After about an hour of sitting by the bar and watching her dance with any and everybody I lost track of her for a short while and was ready to call it a night when she walked up behind me at the bar.

"Hey." I heard from behind me.

I turned in my seat and was stricken by her beautiful face, trying to respond in a way to make me seem impressive and worth talking to, I replied with, "Oh, um, he-hey..." as I dropped my drink on the floor.

In a fit, I hopped off my barstool to retrieve my glass, or the pieces thereof.

She was quick to ask, "what are you drinking? Well, I guess, what were you drinking?"

As I looked up to respond I caught another glimpse of her green lace panties, "oh, um, whiskey green... I mean neat. Sorry, whiskey, neat."

She let out the cutest laugh as I was still crouched on the floor, mortified and hoping to spontaneously melt into the puddle of whiskey and die. Here I was, being a clumsy fool, looking up at the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, having made a Freudian slip suggesting I have seen her panties. But if she had noticed that I had noticed her panties she wasn't doing much if anything about it.

She put out a hand, as if to help me to my feet and said, "If you are going to order yourself another drink I wouldn't be opposed to having a drink with you."

"I have been told that it is always a good idea to buy a pretty lady a drink, what are you having?" I replied, thinking I was being quite suave, though I imagine I was radiating nervous energy.

"A lady in green if you don't mind. Have you ever had one of those?" she said with a little devil of a grin. At that moment I knew I was totally busted, she definitely noticed me noticing her.

I turned from her and got the bartender's attention, "Could I have another whiskey, neat. And a Lady in Green for uh, my friend."

"Sure thing, have them right up for you. Both on your tab?"

"Yes, thank you." I replied to the bartender before returning my attention to the girl, "I have never had one of those, what's in it?"

"Oh, you certainly should try one, they taste phenomenal, but they can lead you to making bad decisions if you're not careful."

"Maybe I will have to give it a try someday. You do make a compelling argument. Though, I'm sorry, I don't think I ever caught your name."

"Alaina, and yours, my charming drinking companion?"

"Robert, but my friends have taken to calling me Bo, it's nice to meet you."

"Then Bo it is, since you introduced me to the bartender as your friend, I assume that's ok." She said while giving my forearms a playful jab.

The bartender came back with our drinks and the conversation carried on long enough for a couple more drinks, not exactly sure how long but it couldn't have been as long as it seemed, I mean, it was already well into the night when we got here.

"So, Bo. Do you take yourself for much of a dancer?"

I let out a momentary laugh, "I hardly consider myself a dancer, no."

"Do you mind if I go dancing, Bo?"

"I didn't realize that we were an old married couple and you needed my permission."

"I suppose you're right. I just don't want you getting green with envy and leaving if you catch a peek of some guy trying to flirt with me or something. I am really enjoying your company."

"Eh, go have fun. Enjoy your birthday, I'll be here when you get back."

"Wait, who told you it was my birthday?"

In my cheesiest fake British accent I responded, "Well, Alaina. If you must know, I have powerful deductive skills and noticed that you walked in with a group of friends to a private room positioned at the back of the bar we were at earlier, a couple servers took back a desert with candles indicating a 22nd birthday..." switching back to my normal voice, "and you have a light up pin on your shirt that says 'It's my birthday!"

"I like you Bo, maybe I can convince you to try a Lady in Green before the nights over."

She went and danced for a while, sometimes alone, sometimes with her friends and a few songs with guys that took initiative. I tried to mind my own business and not look too frequently but admittedly I had to settle for trying to not make it too obvious I was watching her. Far as I could tell I only got caught watching one time, I may have stared too long after her dance partner decided to get a handful of her ass. She slapped his hand away and pulled her skirt back down, concealing her green lace covered ass. Near the end of the song we locked eyes, she had a smirk on her face, gave me a wink and started grinding her ass on the man she was dancing with. If she was trying to make me jealous it was definitely working.

I must say I did get an odd enjoyment from the look of disappointment on the guy's face when after the song ended, she walked away without putting her number in his phone. She did however, hike up her skirt on her walk back to the bar to give the guy a parting gift I suppose, and me another pang of jealousy.

Sat back at the bar she turned to me and said, "Glad to see you waited for me, I was starting to think you might get jealous and run off."

"I told you I would wait for you so I did. Honestly, it seemed like you were trying to make me a bit jealous and I thought he might have a funny reaction if he came over thinking he stole my girlfriend only to find out we just met. That might have been a little awkward for you though."

"You really think he thought you were my boyfriend?"

"I really do, and the slimy way he was looking at me when he grabbed your ass suggests that he did too."

"Oh, you perv. Watching another man grab my ass, were you?"

"I'm pretty sure half the people in here saw, he was hardly sneaky about it."

"I suppose you are right, and don't let it go to your head but he totally thought you were my boyfriend."

"Oh, that slime ball, trying to get a girl's number while out with her boyfriend. What a shame."

"Boyfriend, we haven't even kissed yet and already you're my boyfriend? That doesn't seem right."

I stood from my chair, looked in her eyes and said, "I mean, I think that is a solvable problem."

She had a quizzical look on her face for a moment before she started to lean in. She stopped suddenly and said, "Wait, I don't think you wa-."

I cut her off, pulling her face in to mine and we shared our first kiss. It was not a long kiss, we stared at each other afterward for longer than the actual kiss, but there was certainly a connection between us that we both knew we had to explore further.

Breaking the silence, I said to her, "I don't usually do this, and you can absolutely decline and I won't be upset... l, I will be upset but... ok, I am... please interject so I can stop rambling."

She leaned in close and quietly said into my ear, "Are you trying to ask if I want to go back to your place?"

"Attempting to, yes. But I totally understand if you don't want to."

"Well, we probably are not in ideal shape to drive anywhere, but why don't you walk me to my place? It's only a couple streets over."

"I would love that. I will get an Uber home from there I guess." I said, trying and failing not to visibly look disappointed.

With a kind of baffled smirk Alaina said, "Don't look so green around the gills about it, I was hoping you might want to wait until the sun is up to go planning for an Uber."

"Oh, surge pricing at night or something?" I said, stupidly, I might add.

Grabbing me lightly by the chin, "you don't take subtlety very well, do you? Let me spell it out for you. I am suggesting you walk me home so you can pull off the panties that seem to have you so enamored and show me what kind of dick you are working with. So, I will ask again, would you like to walk me home?"

Her statement hit me in the chest and I had to take a second to collect my thoughts and try slow the growing of my erection. So bluntly stating that she knew I had been looking at her all night, specifically her panties. Which, just looking at her would be enough to prompt a tightening of my pants but, the authority that she was speaking to me with was like a double dose of Viagra.

"Ahem, well, uh... Alaina, when you put it like that. I would like nothing more than to make sure you get home safely."

"Good boy. I should probably let my friends know I am leaving. Walk with me?"

"Sure thing.", I reached out my hand thinking that we would hold hands, I soon realized that she had other plans.

Instead of holding hands, she abruptly went in for a second amazing kiss, and her hand found its way to my crotch.

With her hand lightly grasping my ever-hardening cock, Alaina spoke into my ear, "Oh my... I was starting to worry that all the whiskey might have gotten to your dick. Most guys would have had their slimy little hands all over me by now, but by the feel of it, you are not most guys."

As much as I wanted to reply with some semblance of composure and confidence, all I could muster was sharp, shallow breathing as she began to gently stroke my cock through my pants. "You know, even if you had a small dick, I was still going to take you home tonight. Of course, I would have just had to get off on your face instead of, THIS." While emphasizing that last word, Alaina squeezed so firmly on my now rigid member my knees nearly gave out. Going back to the gentle stroking she finished with, "I am happy to say, you definitely seem to have a cock worth sitting on. Though, I might still want to sit on your face a bit later on. Let's go say bye to our friends before we head out."

"If it's all the same, I don't think I need to say bye to my friends. Pretty sure they assume I have left already and I don't really want to go talk to them sporting this."

"Ok then. You still have to say bye to my friends, even if you're sporting that." She turned and started walking toward the other end of the bar, having suddenly reestablished the firm grip she had on me. Looking back on it, I imagine that this must have looked quite strange to anyone looking, a man being dragged across the bar by the dick. But in the moment, I was far too aroused to feel any embarrassment, shame or even the slightest bit weird about it.

When we got to the quiet back area of the bar her friends had congregated in, she released me and introduced me to the few of them still hanging around.

"Hey Girls, this is my new friend Bo, we are going to get out of here. Just want you all to know so you don't think I have gotten snatched or anything. Bo, these are, well, some of the girls. Rochelle, Kendra and Lucille."

"Nice to meet you ladies. I'm Robert, er, Bo." There was a momentary silence as I think we were all sizing up one another.

Rochelle was a fairly tall black woman, not bad on the eyes, very athletic, she had the look of someone who played sports in college and maybe still did. Kendra looked similar to Alaina, albeit on a more slender frame, cute but nothing that the masses would gawk at. Lucille seemed to be the odd one out in a way, not unattractive at all but had ample curve, stark yet revealing black clothes, dark eye shadow and hair to match withholding the bright red streak.

Alaina broke the silence, "ok, you two look like you want to grill Bo and I have learned better than to try and stop you all from just about anything, so can we get this over with so we can head out?"

Kendra spoke up in response first, "I think I am all good so long as he isn't taking you to some dump motel or something. You aren't taking her to some dump hotel or something are you?"

"Uh, no, no dumpy motel. Alaina invited me to walk her home."

"Oh, in that case I am all set, she seems to like you and you seem fine enough. Besides, if she was trying to get your dick, she probably would've blown you in the bathroom already." The girls all erupted in laughter, with exception of Alaina who was now red in the face and giving Kendra a good shove.

Though, the shove may have backfired on Alaina, as she shoved Kendra right into me. Her face landed in my chest, hands, well, lower.

"Oof, oh, um. You, uh... you are a, you have quite the hard body there, Bo. Very firm, uh, abs and uh, yeah. You work out?"

Rochelle chimed into what was becoming a very awkward moment, "Kendra, you good? Why you so thirsty for someone else's drink of water? Come over here Bo, I guess we are all getting hugs now."

"Ok, I guess." I looked at Alaina with a face that screamed, 'seriously, help me' but she just giggled an allowed the show to go on. I strode over and tried my best to give Rochelle a hug that created distance between our waists but she was apparently having none of that. I should clarify, she did allow for a one arm side hug, at first.

Then, loud enough for the other girls to hear she exclaimed, "side hugs are always so awkward, what do I do with my other arm?" She figured that out a bit too quickly to not have been premeditated as her free hand grazed the front of my pants.

"Bo... I hope you don't mind, but I just had to see for myself." She began prodding, gripping and lightly stroking me through my pants. I continued to give a desperate 'help me' stare at Alaina, who gave no indication that she was going to interject.

Releasing my cock, Rochelle pulled me in for a tight hug, leaned in close and told me, "That is a nice cock Bo, I can see why Alaina likes you. I mean, besides your cock that is. You are a good guy, I have seen you looking at her, silently asking her if this is all ok. It's sweet. I hope you have fun tonight and stick around a while, I sure want to see more of you. Last thing you should know, if you hurt her, you will definitely regret it. Oh, and Lucille isn't much of a hugger but probably wants to give you a sendoff message too."

With that, she kissed me on the cheek and pushed me over to Lucille. "Oh, uh, Hi Lucille."

"Hi Bo, full disclosure, I am not the gropy type like Rochelle so I hope you weren't hoping for that."

"Full disclosure, that was rather unexpected. Candidly, is she like that with everyone Alaina introduces?"

"More or less, and since we are being honest, we are all very close and sometimes like to sample what is on each other's menus if you know what I mean. We each have some different tastes and I would say that Alaina enjoys watching us toy with her dates."

"Um, ok... like is this some sort of swinging thing!?"

"I mean, this might be a bit much to share since we just met but I am a little drunk and you seem like you are down for whatever. While my interests are a little less conventional, I know that Alaina has shared a dick or two with Rochelle on occasion. Kendra is a bit subby and really likes being watched so we have thrown a couple parties where we all invite a cock and watch them all use her. I have actually been working on a really special come fuck Kendra party concept but we are struggling to find willing stunt cocks to entertain the idea. You think, you might want to take a gamble on fucking Kendra, Bo?"

"As interesting and decidedly vague as that sounds. I think I am going to have to pass on that."

"That's fair, be a good boy, Bo and go fetch us another round of drinks so I can chat with the girls before you go."

I looked over at Alaina, wondering if we were going to get going before long and mouthed, 'she asked me to get them drinks.' Gesturing the drink part signaling 3 and pointing to her friends. Alaina responded in kind, giving a thumbs up and mouthing 'Good boy', so I was on my way to the bar, still near full mast.

Returning with drinks for Kendra, Rochelle and Lucille, I set them on a nearby table, motioned to Alaina and asked, "You about ready to head out?"

"Almost, I was reminded that Kendra and Rochelle got to sample the menu with you and I don't want Lucille to feel left out." She leaned in for a kiss and began stroking me. "I might be compelled to reward you later big boy."

"In that case, sign me up!"

"I hoped you would say that." Alaina then sat in a chair facing me, legs spread, putting her green lace panties on full display to anybody wanting to look. My dick was desperately trying to escape my pants and dive full into Alaina's clearly aroused pussy.

As she spoke, she began to run her fingers along the outside of her panties. "Lucille is going to pose you, stand still and listen to her."

"Ok? Stand right here?"

Lucille chimed in, "right there is fine, feet apart and hands on your head." As she continued to fine tune my position for a few moments she pulled at my belt with one hand, using the other to reach in to my pants and position my cock pointing straight up towards my belly button, now held in place by my belt.

Positioned right behind me she said, "perfect, now don't move. I want you to look at Alaina, watch her tease her little pussy, focus on how wet she must be getting. Are you looking?"

"Oh fuck, I am certainly looking."

"Good, focus your attention on that pussy, stay still, just watch that pussy."

I was so mesmerized by Alaina's panty display that I did not think for a moment about what was happening. I heard a loud smack and then felt a sudden searing pain like my balls had just launched into my throat. I tried to stay on my feet but gravity quickly overcame me and I fell to my knees, hands instinctively gripped to my crotch.

I was left to wallow uninterrupted in my pain for a moment, eyes still on Alaina and her panties showing a growing dampness. Lucille placed a consoling hand on my back and spoke, "That's a good boy, breathe through the pain." Her other hand forcefully replaced my own on my aching manhood and she exclaimed, "Oh fuck..."

With sweat starting to build on my forehead, I tried to catch my breath and weakly interjected, "oh fuck, what?"

Excitedly, Lucille announced to the group, "Well, at least three people enjoyed me kicking you in the balls, Bo."

I sat there puzzled for a moment befuddled by the apparent math problem before me, what did she mean at least three people? Of course, I did not enjoy... that... what self-respecting man could possibly enjoy being kicked in the balls!?

"Bo, earth to Bo." Lucille's voice came into focus, "You look confused Bo, so let me explain. When I said I had unconventional tastes, I meant that I get off on causing men pain. So that's one. Alaina's pussy is clearly getting wetter by the second, there's two. And clearly You are three, Bo."

"Me!? How could you possibly think I enjoyed that!?"

Lucille looked back at me, her face equal parts aroused and amused. "You might want to look down Bo."

As I looked down, I realized that when she had separated my hands from my crotch, Lucille had also freed my cock from my pants, and that for the first time in my ability to remember, my cock had betrayed me. There it was, throbbing hard in the open air, veiny and reddened from the impact and arousal.

That realization only seemed to make my cock throb harder, and Lucille certainly noticed and took a firm grasp of my shaft. "Alaina, can I please kick him again!? Look how much he is enjoying it."

The way she was treating me, asking Alaina for permission to play with me, as if I were nothing but an object, a play thing for their amusement rippled through me. My breathing was quick and heavy, despite the pain of Lucille's pointed nails digging into my dick I could not stop myself from slowly thrusting my hips forward effectively fucking her grasp.

"As much as I am enjoying the show Lucille, I really need his cock to work tonight. Maybe I will talk to him about it when he is a little more level minded. But we have to go, now. Bye girls. Bo, why don't you put that away for now and walk me home?"