1st Story - "She's Asking for You"

In high school I had a girl friend (as opposed the one worded "girlfriend") who was model-gorgeous, and she knew she was model-gorgeous. She also fucked and had since her sophomore year. While I was more of her talking-puppy dog, it was worth it because I was lucky enough to fuck her a couple of times. Pistoning my dick, bareback, in and out of her was awesome. She was also good about showing me exactly where to lick as she would open up her pussy to me.

Most girls I was with in my late-teen years seemed to let me feel their breasts, let me finger their pussy, maybe even let me fuck them. She wanted me to fuck her, to eat her out, and was good about showing me exactly what/where she wanted it.

Fast forward to a couple of years out of college, and we still keep in touch. We're living about three hours apart, and she invites me to drive over for the weekend where her latest boyfriend is the mastermind of a "White Party". He rents out a ballroom at a nice hotel, somehow generates buzz in the cool/hip crowd (pre-social media) then charges a $35 cover and makes a tidy profit for a few days' work. He's the type that has a lot of irons in the fire and drives the Porsche to show what a man-about-town he is. I write that more out of respect/jealousy than sarcasm (well, a little sarcasm).

I show up in my car from college (definitely not a Porsche) and tip the valet with change from the ash tray. I'm shown to a nice room with two queen beds where one of my host's buddies is already checked in and is getting ready for the evening. Nice guy, happily introduces himself, and invites me to join him with a drink from the couple of bottles he brought with him.

We go over to the suite where my girl friend and the boyfriend are taking up residence, and it's quite the layout. Definitely a "if you have to ask, you can't afford" room. Some more guys are there drinking while watching the East Coast games tip off, and my girl friend pokes her head from the bedroom asking if I've arrive yet. When she sees me she runs to me with open arms wearing two towels -- one wrapped around her body and one wrapped around her head. She intros me to boyfriend, but he's got a not-too-happy look that is easily interpreted as she was a little too excited to see me. We're all cool, and I can't be a threat to Mr. Stud, but still I'd wished she hadn't made a scene.

She drug me into the bedroom to chat while she got ready, and I made a point of not closing the bedroom door. Mr. Stud closes the door anyway and I'm left with being one of the girls. It's not the worst thing in the world to chat it up with a model-gorgeous girl as she's changed into a silk bathrobe and putting on make-up, but I didn't have the nerve to go back into the living room to replenish my beer as she's catching me up on things.

The party downstairs was fun. Mr. Stud intros me to one of the bartenders and tells the guy to "take care of me". "You don't have to do that," I say. "Nonsense, Angie's happy you're here so that makes me happy you're here." With that he walked off. Not rude, but obviously I was a To-Do that he just checked off his list.

The night was fun, especially with a few (ok, more than a few) visits to my new friend behind the bar. I did meet a couple of girls; however, my girl friend semi-drunkenly interjected herself between the three of us with a, "Let's dance!" Back then I was too much of a nice guy to get too pissed off about the cock-block.

Later that night all of us convened to the living room of the suite to watch the Rockets play on the West Coast at the Lakers. Fun game with Houston keeping it close, and I'm enjoying myself with all these guys that I'll probably never see again in my life. My girl friend crashed earlier, and I didn't know/care where Mr. Stud was until he quietly came out of the bedroom buttoning his jeans. It was the first time in the evening that I thought he was putting on a show for his buddies using my girl friend as arm-candy and/or fuck-toy. Eh, whatever, she's a grown-ass woman.

He comes over to me and whispers in my ear, "She's asking for you." I give him an "anything wrong?" look, and he waves off my concern and points to the door. As I open the bedroom door he's taking my place in a chair with a brew asking, "What's the score?"

The bedroom's dark with the exception of the city lights coming through the sheer curtain. Girl friend is lying in bed but turned away. "Hey, what's up?" She lets out a small sob, and I go straight to good-guy-savior mode. "That fucker doesn't give a shit about me. Earlier I ask him to get the DJ to play one fuckin' song, and he blows me off. I ask for aspirin and starts taking his jeans off saying, 'I got your aspirin right here.' He's fucking me and I ask him to at least get me off first, and he just grins and cums like five seconds later and just leaves me like this. I just want someone who will actually care about me."

Around this time the guys are hooting, hollering in the living room probably someone just made a vicious dunk. I try to pick up the slack for Mr. Stud by saying, "For what it's worth, I think he likes you a lot. He adores you." What else was I going to say? Hate seeing a girl cry.

"No!", was her quick reply, "He doesn't adore me. YOU adore me." It was true. I did adore her.

"Do you remember the couple of times we were... together. You probably tried the hardest to please me."

"Thanks. I was pretty pleased too."

"I don't know why I fall for jerks like that when you've always been there for me. "

She props herself up on her elbow and leans in to kiss me. This whole motion is accented by the sheet falling to her waist. We kiss for ten seconds or ten minutes (didn't know, didn't care), and she starts to direct me to her breasts. Her hard nipples beg for attention. The quiet purring noise she made told me I was doing something right when sucking on them.

She interrupted by saying, "I need to get off bad, will you go down on me like you use to?"

With this she took my hand and guided it to her pussy where I discovered a wet, sticky creampie.

"I know I'm a mess down there, but suck on my clit like I've shown you how. I need this bad."

Before I could think twice she's kicked the sheets out of the way, pulled her knees up and spread her legs, and has her palm on the top of my head pushing me down to her pussy. I really can't see anything except the curve of her breasts, but I start sucking on her clit.

"Slow down. Oh, that's it. Keep going."

Her hands are still wrapped around the back of my head, then her legs wrap around my back.

I'm concentrating on her clit, but she starts to gently push my head down which at first I resist. "Clean me up, baby, stick your tongue in my pussy and suck out all those juices."

"In for a penny...," I think. I tentatively dip my tongue in middle of her cunt then go all in by starting at the bottom and taking a big lick.

I'm lapping away at the abundant juices (that's code for another man's semen with a dash of musty excitement from her).

I'm rewarded with a satisfied, "Nice," from her then she pulls her knees up to her chest then gives me another request/order, "Lick my asshole too, clean me up good."

I've got my hands on the back of her thighs pushing back to give me better access to her ass, and I'm licking away as she switches from contented tone in her voice to one more nasty, "That's it; stick that tongue in my ass. Let me feel you rim me out. Ah, that's so nasty. I never thought you would get this nasty."

The words/tone she's using is right out of a porn video, and for a split-second I'm thinking, "Where's HER tongue been lately, and is there film footage? What else does Mr. Stud do for a living?"

I return to her clit and she clutches my head in place as she cums and tenses up every part of her body including those legs that use to run track in high school those six years ago when we met.

"That was delicious. Thank you."

Then it's as if a switch was flipped and she went from desirous sex-kitten to... what?

"Now I'm cold. Could you pull up the sheets, please? And get me a towel while you're up. Wet it a little too."

I tuck her into bed by getting the sheets back over her, then lower my lips to hers for a kiss when she Heisman's me. "Wash up real quick, and make sure that when you wet the towel the water's warm."

I'm washing my face and can't decide whether she's going to tip me like a bathroom attendant or I had the hottest time of my young sex life. I'm about to turn around and go fuck the shit out of her when Mr. Stud opens the door and says, "Everything okay in here?"

Before I can get defensive my girl friend answers, "Everything's okay... now." She did this with part casualness but part... what?

The "now" conveyed something more than I fetched some aspirin for her. All I know is I'm walking out of the bathroom (and thankfully not getting caught between her legs by her boyfriend with five of his best buddies in the next room) and saying in my most no-big-deal-but don't-beat-the-shit-out-of-me voice that a 23-year old could muster, "Yeah, sure."

Mr. Stud says, "Cool. Come watch the rest of the game with us, and, uh, don't forget the aspirin." He closes the door and five seconds later all the guys are moaning like someone missed a last second shot. I hand over the towel and aspirin, and my girl friend reaches up to caresses my arm and says, "Thanks, you really take care of me." I would have viewed it as a special moment between us if my balls weren't aching so much.

I walk out to the living room and all the guys look nervously at me. Mr. Stud is counting out twenty-dollar bills like he's won a bet. "So, what's the score, guys? Sounds like a close game." I'm puzzled that the TV is playing music videos and one of them responds, "The Lakers were up by 25 going into the fourth quarter, so we changed the channel." Turns out the hooting/hollering was for (at?) me, not the basketball game.

I know Mr. Stud set me up, and I think everyone in the room knows that I just licked his semen out of his girlfriend's cunt. To this day don't know my girl friend was in on it or not. I do know that experience sent me on a path I still find myself on today.