Lisa hadn’t changed much. Vicki on the other hand looked more like the school teacher that she had become. I remembered holding her hair back as she threw up late one Friday night in my bathroom. I remembered her giving head a frat boy in the bedroom at a keg party while I did the same to his friend. When I picked them up at the airport, she wasn’t wearing any conservative teacher clothes, but there was something different about her. As we drank that night at a bar on the beach, I told her that I couldn’t believe they let her teach our future generations.

The three of us spent most of the long weekend that there were here for trying to re-live our glory days or talking about it. And checking out the men in the process.

Lisa just looked, she called and sent text messages to her boyfriend every five minutes. Vicki and I did more than just look. Both of us fresh out of relationships, we danced with the men we met, we made out with them and in other ways were reminded that a breakup wasn’t the end of the world. In other words just having fun.

Saturday night, Lisa called it an early night and took a taxi home. Vicki and I didn’t want the night to end and when the bar closed, we continued on the festivities with two guys we just met – TJ and Jimmy. I paired up with TJ and still don’t know what TJ stands for. However, I do know that he had this calm, cool look about him that made me want to get to know him more intimately and that he could kiss. Not to mention that his clothes hung on his body, giving me an idea that he liked to workout, but not too much.

We made plans to stop at Jimmy’s apartment, pick up some liquor and appropriate mixing ingredients then sneak into one of the state parks along the coast to watch the water, drink and who knows what else. We never made it that far.

At Jimmy’s, I waited in the car while Jimmy and Vicki ran into get the supplies. Okay, we didn’t exactly wait. We made out until five or ten minutes later when TJ ran his hands into shirt and I realized that Vicki hadn’t returned yet.

I found the two of them in the kitchen, the glass bottle of rum sitting on the counter, their two bodies wrapped together as they made out.

“Change of plans?” I asked.

She broke away from the kiss and nodded her head yes.

“Stay here and drink?” I put my hand on the bottle, not wanting my buzz to fade away.

She took my hand and pulled me closer to her. “Yeah.” She kissed me. It was a drunk sloppy kiss and I could taste the vodka from her cranberry and vodkas earlier in the night, but it woke up my entire body.

She pushed me against the counter, pushed my hair out of my face and kissed me as our bodies melted together. I never thought that I would be making out with Vicki. Don’t get me wrong, I find her attractive. She has this cute, girl next door look with a hint of naughtiness but tonight the only person I thought I would be making out was with TJ.

Vicki and I had kissed before. But back then it was just a game, these kisses were more than just friends pretending to make out after far too many beers. I was much closer to sober this time.

We put a show on for the guys. They watched as we made out and stripped out of our clothes. She took the lead, but I can’t exactly say I just went along for the ride. I felt awkward half naked in front of two men I barely knew, wearing just my jeans and underwear as Vicki ran her tongue around my nipples, but I didn’t want it to end.

Along the way to Jimmy’s bed, we left a trail of our clothes. I ended up on my back, Vicki on top of me, her lips dancing from my hips and across my waist. I thought of my ex-boyfriend. For the first time in a couple of months I didn’t miss him. Her tongue dipped between my wet lips and I remembered Nicole. I wondered where she was and if she was still dating her boyfriend.

My body shook with each flick of her tongue across my clit. I squirmed as the erotic energy filled me like her fingers fucking me. I was surprised, it was clearly not her first time going down on another woman.

I forgot we were alone until she sat up and looked at Jimmy. “Fuck me.” She didn’t sound like a school teacher. She didn’t sound like the Vicki I knew from college either.

She returned to my lips and while her tongue swirled around my clit, Jimmy took her from behind. Her moans mixed with my own, filling the room with our lust filled cries.

She brought me to an orgasm with her mouth and fingers and when I opened my eyes, she was on the bed next to me with Jimmy on top of her.

TJ stood above me, looking down at me, waiting for me to give him the word.

“Yes, please.”

He didn’t waste anytime. He left his clothes behind and climbed on top of me, his thick and very hard cock pointed between me.

He wrapped his arms around me as he pushed into my wetness. He filled me with his hardness, reminding me of how much I loved cock. How much I loved being a slut. He brought out a side of me that had been hiding for too long. I didn’t need to spend all of my time looking for relationships. I may no longer be in college, but I wasn’t fifty either. I didn’t have to chase away fun.

He didn’t just pound away at me like far too many guys. He paid attention to my body and my moans. He fucked me to another ograsm and kept going.

He fucked me doggy style while I went down on Vicki. He filled the condom with his cum as I returned the favor to my friend.

The next morning, Lisa asked us about what happened after she went back to my apartment. Vicki gave her a censored version of the night, leaving out the encounter between the two of us. However, that night when Lisa passed out on my couch, Vicki climbed into my bed.

Vicki and Lisa are now back home, yet Vicki left me with more than just memories. With the help of TJ, she reminded me of who I am and what I need. I have a feeling that this will be the beginning of more adventures on a more frequent basis.

However, last week my boyfriend spent the week halfway across the country because of work. It left me with some lonely, horny nights. The first night, I fell to sleep after satisfying myself with my favorite vibrator and thoughts of my wilder days. The second night, I remembered a recent visit my boyfriend paid to my office.

On a recent Friday, most the senior staff headed off to a trade show. Those not senior staff, took the day off. Still being one of the most junior members of staff they left me to man the office for the day.

Unfortunately the company, a B2B publisher is falling into a downward spiral (reason #5,334 why I’m working towards a dream of writing erotica full time), which left me with little to do most of the day. The phone doesn’t ring much, nor are there many visitors besides one pushy bill collector when a company is dying.

Besides the bill collector and the mailman, my only other visitor, my boyfriend stopped in around four. I was making a boat payment to my car mechanic and wouldn’t get my car back until Monday so Drew offered to give me a ride home.

I greeted him with a kiss in the middle of the lobby, most days gossiping coworkers would’ve made me shy to do that because it was one of those kisses that wakes up the whole body. We wrapped our arms around each other, pressed our bodies together and became lost in the battle between our lips.

I grinned as the kiss ended. “I can’t leave yet, but would you like the tour of my humble abode?”

“Sure.”

I walked him around the office. Not much to see really, a large open area where the ten or so writers and sales staff work, the break room and the offices for the senior staff.

“Do those cameras work?” Drew asked at the conclusion of the tour. He did so without looking directly at camera attached to the celing.

“Um, I don’t think so anymore. They stopped paying that bill. Why?” It seemed like an odd question coming from Drew, one of the most honest, law abiding boyfriends I’ve ever come across.

“I want to fuck you on your desk.”

“What?” I had to smile. I thought he was joking.

“I’m serious.”

“No you’re not.”

He walked forward like he was serious.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. Not just a kiss that woke me up, but the kind of kiss that turned me into a hot mess. He pushed me up against my desk and as our lips wrestled, he pushed his body against me, his growing hardness against my waist.

“I’m not one hundred percent sure that the cameras don’t work.”

“Are you willing to take that risk?” He slid his fingers across my waist, just brushing across the right points to send my lust and desire into overdrive.

“Yes,” I pushed him back. “But hold on one second.” As quick as I could go without running, I went to the front of the office and locked the door. On my way back to my desk I said a silent prayer, praying that the cameras really were no longer functional.

“We have to make this quick though,” I said. “None of your marathon sessions.”

“Fair enough.”

As we kissed again, he undid the buttons on my purple blouse. I repeated the silent prayer again.

His lips danced down my neck, turning me on more and more. His lips traveled down my cleavage and he freed my breasts from the cups of my black satin bra. His tongue ran circles around my nipple, teasing me the way I love. He nibbled on my nipples, forcing a long, deep moan of pleasure out of my throat.

“Goddamn, the things you do to me.”

“You like it.”

“Fuck yeah I do. What got into you?”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not at all.”

I couldn’t resist sliding my hands below his belt, feeling the growing bulge in his pants. I’ll admit, that on some of the late nights that I worked, when it was just a skeleton staff, I did fantasize about something steamy like this, but I never thought it would happen. When we first started dating, I had to convince him to that my fetish for risky sex in public wasn’t such a bad thing. Not that it took too much convincing. But still, beyond a few backseat encounters in public parking lots and a certain satisfying encounter outdoors last summer our sex life outside of our apartments was nearly non-existent. I didn’t expect this.

He undid my pants and slid them down to my ankles. I stepped out of my heels, then my pants. I had never felt so naked with so much clothes on. The air blown from the fan above my desk felt cold, causing me to wear sweaters most of the winter months, but I knew he would be warming me up soon.

I undid his belt and he took over. He unhooked his pants, then pulled down his zipper. His cock peeked out his boxers, his thick, powerful cock that I couldn’t get enough of.

I rubbed myself for his viewing pleasure, feeling the warm dampness of my lace panties between my legs. He has that kind of effect on me.

He moved closer again and lifted me off of me feet and on to my desk. He then proceeded to kiss his way up from my knee and along my sensitive inner thigh. I had to catch my breath before I could speak. “I said quickie.”

He didn’t look up at me. Instead, he pulled the thin fabric of my underwear out of the way and dipped two fingers into my wetness.

I let out another moan as he slid his fingers deep into me. “Just be quick,” I said in between moans.

He looked up at me and smiled. He slid his tongue between my legs, between my wet lips and across my delicate clit. Suddenly, I didn’t care how long it took him.

A mix of his tongue and fingers sent pleasure through my whole body. I fell back on to my desk as the pleasure grew, sending pens flying, wrinkling papers and knocking my monitor to it’s side.

Once we determined that we hadn’t broken it, he picked up where he left off and didn’t stop until my moans turned into screams. I had to bite my lip, otherwise I feared that I would alert the employees in the company on the other side of the building about my activities.

My orgasm took me over and sent pleasure through my whole body like an explosion. It made my whole body stiff, then shake. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of pure bliss.

When I opened them, I remembered this wasn’t our bedroom. This was my office. “How about we finish this back at my place?”

“You’re really going to be that way?”

I didn’t know what to say. Suddenly, it didn’t feel like fun. It felt like a dangerous risk.

“I’ll be quick.” He pulled my hips to the edge of the desk and my lips against the tip of his cock. Just the touch of his swollen head against my hypersensitive clit made my inner lust take over my brain.

He pushed his hardness into me, filling me. Filling me with pleasure.

I have to give it to him. He didn’t start of slow. He didn’t take his time. Once we found the right angles and positions, he turned up the power and thrust hard into me. He fucked me exactly the way I wanted. Exactly the way I needed.

He fucked me from behind with me bent over my desk. He fucked me so hard that I feared my desk my get knocked over. I had to hold on to the edges to keep from flying over it.

Ahead of me was my boss’ office. I wondered how many rules I was breaking. I wondered if I would ever be able to sit at my desk again without thinking about this encounter.

“Baby, please come. Stop holding back. I can’t afford to get caught here.”

He slowed down and I thought he was trying to keep from crossing to the point of no return. I was wrong. He was just getting started.

He pulled his cock out of me and I knew exactly what he was doing. He didn’t have to say a word. He slid it between my ass cheeks, sending an erotic shiver up my spine.

I felt him against my asshole. His swollen head pushed against my asshole and he pushed into me. I no longer carried lube in my purse, but you can bet that I started carrying it after that afternoon…just in case.

It hurt, that kind of pain that makes me want to never have anal sex again. The kind of pain like I’m being ripped apart. However, as his cock slid deeper into my ass, that pain mixed with my favorite kind of pleasure.

I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t just having sex on my desk, I was getting fucked in the ass in the middle of the office.

He held my hips tight and pounded me ass, sending me into another world of pleasure.

This time he didn’t slow down until he crossed that line. He pulled out of me and shot his load on to my back. Exactly what the cum slut in me wanted.

Maybe, I do have a thing or two to write about.

Stay tuned.

XOXO Amy

However, I started to make time to write for myself again. If you’re into my fiction. Please check me out at AmyRedd.com. Right now, I’m looking for feedback about what I should write about next. I’m going to write one erotic/porn/smut ebook a month. Side note, if you want to chat. Find me on Twitter – Amy Redd – I’m more active there.

However, I’m not going to say I’m done writing here. I’d like to update this blog at least once a month. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed writing about my slutty adventures, however writing about sex recently has become difficult. I’ve tried to write blog posts since my last updated, but never completed any of them. It’s different writing about sex tied to a relationship compared to random hookups. I know some bloggers that do it well, but for me it’s hard to put those emotional aspects into words. Not to mention, that while our sex is good, there’s not much to write about after being with the same person for a (semi-)long period of time.

Anyways, thanks for reading this blog. I’ve enjoyed chatting with you. I’ve loved the comments. I truly love sharing my sex life with you. We’ll see where this goes. One way or another, I’ll try to keep things going.

“She’s not my type,” Drew grinned like a rooster caught in the hen house.

“Of course she is,” I grinned back, telling him I wasn’t bothered by another female giving my boyfriend attention, “she’s every guys type.”

“Honestly, she’s a little bit too thin.”

“Anytime you start out a sentence with honestly, I know you’re lying.”

“Seriously,” he lowered his voice so that the tables on either side of us couldn’t hear us, “I’d much rather have a girl with a figure.” His confident words, the way he softly, calmly said them, made my core temperature increase by a degree or two.

 XXX

What were you talking about?” I asked as I sat back down at the table. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw our waitress bending over him, looking at his crotch.

“She liked my watch.” I looked at the bulky metal watch on his wrist, the face shinned even in the dim lights of the restaurant.

“Really,” I said sarcastically.

“You look sexy tonight,” he said from across the table as we waited for the waitress to bring us the check.

“Thank you,” I smiled back.

I smiled again when I heard my phone beep telling me that I had a next text message. I knew at this time of night, it wasn’t work and most likely it wasn’t any of my girlfriends. I slid my phone out of my purse and peeked at the message. “I can’t wait until I get you back to the bedroom and can rip off that dress.”

I grinned as I typed. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

His phone beeped and he flipped it over to the look at the screen. He grinned at the message, but before he could respond the skinny blond came back.

“Is there anything else I can get you tonight?” now it was her turn to smile as she put the black plastic check holder down in front of Drew.

“I think we’re good,” Drew said without looking at her directly.

Her smile disappeared as she spun around, glanced at me, then headed to another table.

“I can see if I can get her number for you.” The soft fabric of my panties clung to me. Although she wasn’t my type, I imagined her and I naked in my bedroom, spread out on my plush white sheets, waiting for Drew to come ravage us.

“I think I’m good.”

“If you change your mind, let me know. I’ll be glad to go get it for you.”

She came back a few minutes later to pick up Drew’s credit card, she didn’t say anything other than with her eyes which she kept locked on Drew. In the past I would’ve been intimidated by her. She was good looking, but I knew Drew would be coming back to my place tonight and that I would be the one satisfying him.

 XXX

I tugged his hand, but he didn’t follow me. “Where are you going?”

“I told you. I couldn’t wait,” I said as I pushed open the door that led into alleyway

He reluctantly followed me, looking all around to make sure no one was watching.

I leaned back against the wall, pushed my chest out, not by accident. He looked me up and down and my breathing became heavy just from the way he looked at me.

“You don’t think anyone will see us?” he said as he looked towards the street.

“I don’t care.” I ran two fingers down my neck, along the low cut neckline of my dress and across my cleavage.

“I think it’s probably better if we go home.”

“Probably,” I said as I slid down the wall. I had listened to him say that before. Sex with him was always satisfying, but always in the bedroom. I needed adventure. I needed to feel my heart pounding because any second someone could catch us in the act.

“What are you doing?”

“If you have to ask that, you don’t know me too well yet.” I crouched down in front him, admiring the quickly growing bulge in his black dress pants.

He looked down at me, then back towards the gate. Knowing him, he was doing the math. How much could someone see through the broken door that half covered the entrance to our hideaway.

Our alleyway was off a side street, chances that anyone would come down the street at 9 pm was slim, chances that anyone would look into the dark alley and see us, was even less likely. Plus, we were hidden in the dark shadow behind the door. I spotted the place as we walked to the restaurant earlier. Never did I think that after dinner we would be hiding away in it. No, Drew was too conservative to have sex in public. I called it paranoid or worse. He called it playing it safe. Even a blowjob in his car, with dark tinted windows was too risky for him. It was like he had ambitions to become a politician some day and didn’t want anything hidden in his closet. Every other way he satisfied me, but I don’t think he understood how much the outdoors, in public turned me on.

I pulled him closer by his belt, then looked up at him. I licked my lips. He didn’t try to stop me from undoing that belt, the button on his pants or pulling down his zipper. I pulled his pants out of the way, his black boxer briefs showed off the outline of his very hard cock.

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea.” He was strong, calm guy, but hear his voice sounded weak and nervous.

“Shh, someone may hear you.” I pulled down his briefs, just far enough to release his cock. His long, thick cock. My panties didn’t just cling to me anymore. They were soaking wet.

I leaned forward and kissed my way up and down his manhood.

“Just hurry.”

“Have you ever known me to hurry?”

“This time, you shoul.” He never finished the word. I opened up my mouth and slid my lips down his shaft, interrupting him.

At this point in our relationship, I had given him dozens and dozens of blowjobs, but this one was different. This wasn’t in the safety of my apartment or his condo. This one while not in the open, someone could find us and my heart was pounded. I was nervous. I had lost some of my edge too. I ran my lips rapidly up and down his shaft, sloppily, but he didn’t mind.

He stood their, motionless at first. But as my mouth worshiped his cock, he started to move in rhythm with my mouth. He became part of the action, he gave into his lust. First he almost innocently groped me, then he slid his hands into my dress and caressed my breasts with his strong, powerful hands. He squeezed them until I let out a moan of pleasure and pain.

“I don’t think the waitress would’ve gone down on you in some alley.” I said as I caught my breath.

“Probably not. I’m definitely a very lucky guy.”

“Yes, you are.” I said then ran my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. “If you ever want to bring another girl home one of these nights, it would be hard for me to share you, but I think that would be fun.”

“Really?”

I answered by attaching my mouth back to his cock. I increased my pace until I couldn’t go any faster. His hands running through my hair. I spent too long getting my hair perfect for tonight’s date, but now I wanted him to make a mess of it. He took control, holding the back of my head with his hand. He controlled the pace, how far down I went on his cock and he pushed me to my limits.

However, when he started to show signs that he was getting close, I pushed his hands off of me. He looked down at me, his mouth open, not sure what to say.

I stood up. “I need to be fucked.”

He stopped thinking about the chances of us getting caught. He pushed me against the wall and attacked me with his hands, then his mouth. He almost violently turned me around and pushed me against the hard concrete wall. This was the way he was in the privacy of our bedroom, full of raw lust and now I was finally seeing it outside.

He slid his hands into my dress, on to the soft, sensitive skin off my inner thighs. I was already breathing hard, but his touch made my breathing even heavier and I started to sweat. As he kissed the back of my neck, his hand reached around and slid between my legs. I let out a moan as he teased me with his fingers and excitement filled my body.

Delicately he slid off my panties, leaving me feeling naked and exposed, even with my dress on. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again, but before that happened we heard a couple talking, heading our way on the sidewalk on the other side of the gate.

He pushed me against the wall again, holding me against it with his entire body, attempting to hide us in the shadows. His rock hard cock pressed against my ass and even with the other couple a few feet away from us, I couldn’t resist dancing against his hardness.

He remained still until they passed us and I worried that they brought Drew back to reality. However, he quickly showed me that he was lost in lust just as much as I was. He pulled my hips away from the wall, leaving my hands against it so that I was partially bent over in front of him. He had fucked me like this before, in the bathroom over my sink, but this was very different.

“Take me.”

“I’ll bet you didn’t think I would go this far?” He slid my dress up around my hips and exposed my bare lower half to the warm, humid night air.

“I didn’t.”

“Do you still think I’m boring?”

“I never thought you were boring.”

“I think you did.” He ended the conversation when he pushed himself into my wetness. He filled me with his thickness, opening me up to take him.

Most nights in the bedroom, he started out slow and gentle. There was no slow and gentle tonight. He buried himself deep inside of me and started to rapid fire attack my cunt with his thrusting. It took everything I had to not let out a loud moan that was building inside of me. I had to fight to stay standing up, his thrusts were that strong. I couldn’t believe this was the same Drew.

“Would you let me fuck another woman?”

“Yeah.” I moaned.

“Would you let me fuck her in the ass too?” He sounded so dirty, inside or outside of the bedroom, he had never talked like this before.

“Anything you wanted with her. “

He pulled himself out of me and I knew what he planned to do next. He pushed his cock between my ass cheeks and aimed it at my asshole. I used to carry a small, travel size bottle of lube around with me, but with Drew I didn’t think I would need it. He was proving me very wrong.

I leaned further over so that I was bent down in front of him, my ass perfectly located for him. He pushed his cock forward and my asshole resisted, but he didn’t give up. Gently, he kept pushing. He was careful, but it still hurt. However, it was the kind of pain that mixed with pleasure as he pushed his swollen head, then thick shaft into my tight ass. I bit my lip so that I wouldn’t scream out.

He pushed his cock completely into my ass, then slowly pulled it back to repeat the process. I could feel every inch, every centimeter sliding in and out of my ass. It hurt, but felt amazing.

He increased his pace as I became accustomed to his cock. The pain was replaced by a mind blowing pleasure, a taboo pleasure that can only be felt during anal. I felt who knows how many times now, but each time felt special, unique and I worried that I would never feel it again.

One hand of his held my hip, the other found my clit and massaged it. Less than a minute later, I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore. They came from deep inside of me and had to be released. I didn’t care who might hear me. The waves of excitement filled my body, then exploded.

His thrusts became more rapid, his grip on me tighter. I knew what was coming and pushed my body against him.

He thrust deep into me and held my hips painfully tight. His cock exploded and his cum flowed into me.

We didn’t stand around there enjoying it. After he had deposited his load of cum into me, he pulled out and we quickly got dressed again.

We walked out of the alley with smiles on our faces. Another couple was walking down the sidewalk the other direction and saw us leave the alleyway. She looked at me as we walked by, she knew what we had just done there.

“Do you still think I’m boring?” Drew asked a few minutes later when we were in his car.

“I really never thought you were boring. I just like having sex out in public or outdoors. Something about it, probably the risk, really turns me on.”

“It’s just that high school I got caught in the backseat of my car with my girlfriend.”

“No, shit.”

“Yeah, the cop didn’t find it amusing. Brought us home to our parents and made us explain what we were doing.”

“Well, I’ll just have to make sure we never get caught.”

“And were you serious about the threesome part?”

I grinned, then he started the car and pulled away from the parking spot.

I have an outline for the story done and I’m a couple thousand words into it. So far, it’s really turning me on. I hope that it has the same effect on you. The first part of the story is going to be leading up to her becoming a slutty wife and it’s becoming a lot of fun to write.

It’s been a while since I’ve had fun writing, so thanks for the feedback on the story ideas and helping push me in one direction.

Also, this week my boyfriend and I had an encounter that is definitely worth writing about. I don’t want to give too much away, but it was in the public and it involved anal. I’ve started writing about the encounter and hope to have a blog post about it for you sometime later this week. Fingers crossed.

I start stories, but I can’t finish them. Part of the problem is that I just have too many ideas of what I’d like to turn into novel (or novella) length stories. That’s why I need your help, which of these these x-rated topics interest you.

My best friends Dad – Based on my real life fling with my best friend’s dad, but in this scenario the slutty main character goes to work for his company and heated passion ensues.

Slutty wife – Story of a wife, that while had a rather active sex life before she got married, wasn’t exactly a slut either. Her husband likes threesomes, seeing her getting fucked by other men and at first it causes conflict between them, but eventually her inner slut is released.

Good girl gone bad – The story of a young twenty-something that’s only had sex with one or two guys. After breaking up with her long time boyfriend, she goes out to explore the wild, slutty, casual sex she feels like she’s been missing.

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Of course no matter what I write about, there will be lots of anal sex, plenty of cum slut action and all of the hardcore fetishes that you and I love.

Thanks for your feedback.

I wanted to apologize for being so quiet. I’ve been trying to write, but nothing is coming together. I get a paragraph or two in and it just falls apart.

My sex life hasn’t been quiet. I can’t blame it on that. In fact, it’s been better than it’s ever been. As some of you may know, if you follow me over at Amy Redd, I wrote a semi-biographical story called “Why I can’t take my computer to be repaired.” It was about the night my current relationship went from average to amazing.

Since then, I haven’t been able to write about my sex life. I’ve never been able to write about sex inside of serious relationships. I can write about casual sex, blowjobs to strangers, gangbangs all night long, but when it comes to something more serious, the words never turn out right. I’m trying, but I wanted to explain my absence.

I normally would’ve gotten away with wearing jeans and some sweater to this bar, but tonight I dressed up in a very low cut and very tight yellow mini-dress that hugged my curves and left very little of my figure to ones imagination.

I hadn’t been this horny since college. I woke up soaking wet. I couldn’t go to sleep until I satisfied myself in one way or another. I spent a lot of time in between think about sex.

My excuse for going out was Nicole’s birthday. She looked great with her new boyfriend, which made me feel even more lonely and then horny. I imagined her in bed with him, her legs spread wide open. Instead of me going down on her like I did so many times when we dated, his hard cock pounded her cunt and filled her with cum every night. He was good looking, knew how to dress and if he wasn’t dating my best friend, I would’ve spread my legs for him too.

“You look great.” She smiled after we hugged and kissed on the cheek.”

“Thanks.” I put on a fake smile. “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks, how are you doing?”

Before I could answer, her boyfriend pulled her away and gave her a shot. I knew from experience how horny she got from even just a little bit of alcohol, her boyfriend was going to have a good night.

Instead of watching the two of them, I watched the dance floor and looked for my own good looking man to satisfy my lust. I stood on the edge of the hot, steamy dance floor, not in the mood to dance unless I got swept of my feet by a hot stud. I caught a few guys checking me out, but none that swept me off my feet. There were several good looking guys, but none that made me want to dance.

I did my best to avoid Nicole, hiding in our group of friends most of the night. I knew I wouldn’t find a guy that way, the three guys in our group were all taken, but I couldn’t force myself to leave Nicole and the rest of our group behind to go man hunting.

After an hour, I started debating heading home and letting a combination of my favorite dildo and well used vibrator take care of my needs. If I stayed much longer, I would keep on drinking to the point where I would have to pay for an expensive cab ride home.

Then I felt a hand squeeze my ass cheek. I expected to turn around and see a drunk frat boy, but instead Nicole stood behind me grinning.

“Hey.” I smiled, a genuine, real smile.

“Everything okay?”

My smile disappeared. “Yeah, just been a long week between the two jobs. I’m looking forward to catching up on some sleep.”

“Sleep?” She leaned closer so that only I could hear what she said next. “I was hoping you might want to join me and Kyle tonight.”

Between my legs, the soft nylon fabric of my thong went from dry to soaked in a split second. The smile returned to my face.

“I thought you might like that idea.”

I loved the idea. I was ready to start right then. However, we had to wait. Since it was her birthday party, we couldn’t just leave. It was like pure torture, the worse when she dragged me on to the dance floor.

At first, we just had fun dancing to the electronic music. It was then that a guy came up behind me and started to dance with me. I looked back and grinned. He was my type, tall, dark and handsome but he found me too late.

Nicole pushed him back and pulled me closer. Our bodies rubbed together as we moved to the beat, just the thin fabric of our dresses keeping us apart. We partook in some extremely dirty dancing, our bodies grinding together to the point where guys watched us. They would be thinking about us when they were all alone at home that night and that turned me on even more.

“I want to take you to the bathroom or the parking lot. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”

“Let’s find Kyle and get out of here.”

“What about everyone else?”

“Who cares?”

“You know if I leave with you, people are going to start talking again.” They probably already would after the way we danced.

“I don’t care.” She grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers. She pulled me off of the dance floor and through the crowd.

She found Kyle and whispered something into his ear. He turned around and looked at me, then a large grin appeared on his face.

We barely said good-bye to any of our friends, just like we barely made an excuse as to where we were going. Nicole told everyone my car had gotten towed and we needed to go to the impound lot. I don’t think anyone believed it, but neither her nor I cared.

A feeling of torture returned as we separated. Nicole rode in Kyle’s car, a reminder that we were just friends with benefits now. I followed behind them to Kyle’s apartment.

His apartment had a beautiful view of the bay, but I was more concerned with the view of Nicole in her purple dress. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. We barely made it to the living room, before she wrapped her arms around me and we started to kiss. It was the kind of kiss that if my panties weren’t already soaking wet, they would be now. It made my heart beat faster and the room feel hot.

“Join us.” Nicole said to Kyle, her voice full of lust. He looked happy just watching us, but a large bulge forming in his pants said that he wanted to do more than just watch.

He joined us and I watched as the two of them kissed. I was jealous, I wanted a boyfriend that kissed me the way he did. I was jealous until she turned his head towards me.

Did she want me to kiss him? She didn’t say anything, but I couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing him. Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberry shortcake. His lips were strong and powerful.

I got lost in his kiss to the point that I didn’t even realize that Nicole dropped to her knees between Kyle and I. As I kissed Kyle, she worked to get his pants off. Seconds later, his hard cock pointed out, his boxers and jeans around his ankles.

This was the horny Nicole that I missed. She had his long, red cock in her mouth and her head bobbing up and down in front of him. This wasn’t exactly how my fantasy went, I imagined just Nicole and I rolling around naked on the bed. This reality was even better.

As we made out, Kyle’s hands explored my body. He paid special attention to my ass and even more to my tits. It felt weird to have someone else’s boyfriend with their hands all over me, groping and fondling me, but I didn’t just enjoy it. I loved it.

He pulled my tits out of the top of my dress, he sucked on my pink nipples as Nicole sucked his cock. I wondered if this was something they had planned together or if this was something she had planned all by herself like a special birthday present to herself.

I wanted to taste his cock too and it wasn’t long before I joined Nicole. She pulled her lips off of his cock as I got down on my knees. She smiled, then I took over. I didn’t tease, I went straight to work. I opened up my mouth and slid my red lips on to his swollen head. I slid them further down until his cock filled my mouth.

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned stomach and powerful chest muscles. Nicole was so lucky to get to see this anytime she wanted.

Nicole and I took turns working on his cock, racing her lips up and down his long shaft. I went more slow and deliberate, her lips raced up and down his cock like she was on the verge of going out of control.

At first we did whatever we wanted, but soon he took over directing us. He made sure that whoever wasn’t busy sucking his cock was giving his balls attention.

Then he kicked it up a notch. He grabbed the back of Nicole’s head and forced his cock deep into her mouth until she deep throated him. She performed like a pro, I didn’t think she would be able to handle it.

When it was my turn, he did the same to me. He filled my throat with his cock, making me gag but I didn’t give up. I wasn’t about to be upstaged by Nicole.

That wasn’t enough for Kyle. Next he fucked Nicole’s mouth with his cock. Her face turned red, she coughed, but she didn’t stop. He repeated the process with my mouth. I wondered if they acted like this every night or just when company came over.

Nicole got a hold of his cock one more time, but this time she didn’t let me get it back right away. She kept letting him fuck her mouth until he pushed it so far into her throat that I thought she might choke. His body went stiff and he let out a grunt. Inches away from my mouth, he filled hers with cum.

I was jealous. I wanted to feel his cum shooting into my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. When his orgasm ended, she turned to me and we kissed. I tasted his salty, sour sperm from her mouth, but it was just a tease.

Nicole lead us into the bedroom, where Nicole and I kissed again on Kyle’s bed. The kiss turned into making out, our lips locked together, our mouths showing our lust for each other. Our bodies rolled around on the bed, our hands explored each other, familiar ground for each of us, that brought back steamy memories of nights that I would never forget.

We knew what each other wanted. We didn’t beat around the bush. It wasn’t long before her hand slid between my legs and into the warm, wet area underneath my thong. Her finger tips slid by my clit, into my wetness and I moaned.

I copied her, sliding my hand into her dress. I grinned when I discovered her lack of underwear, not even a tiny g-string to stop my fingers from pleasuring her pussy. Her dress wasn’t as short and slutty as mine, but it wasn’t long enough to cover her if she bent over. This wasn’t the shy, conservative Nicole that I met a year ago after she broke up with her fiance.

She wasn’t content to just finger fuck my cunt. Soon, I ended up on my back, her taking my white with black lace thong off. She pushed my legs apart and positioned herself between them.

She teased me like she used to do every night when we dated. She kissed every inch of skin near my hungry pussy except my cunt. I wasn’t just going to lay around getting tortured this time, I found my clit with two fingers and started to rub it furiously like I only had thirty seconds to get off.

She didn’t like that. She pulled hand away from my pussy and held it back. Then she used her fingers to take over for what I started with mine. She knew exactly how to make me moan, she started with just her fingers, but soon her mouth joined in to pleasure me.

I forgot that Kyle was still here until I saw him position himself behind Nicole. She was bent over in the perfect doggy style position and he took full advantage of it. He pushed her dress up around her hips, then took aim at her exposed cunt with his rock hard cock.

She moaned as he pushed his cock into her. I was jealous, besides my dildo, I hadn’t felt a real cock inside of me since before Nicole and I started fooling around. Nicole made me moan louder and louder with her mouth, but I prayed that I would get a turn with Kyle’s cock before he came.

His thrusts came hard and quick, but she didn’t let his attack stop her from her job between my legs. She kept her face buried between my legs, refusing to move until she got what she wanted. Luckily, what she wanted was for me to orgasm.

With all of the sex and sexuality in the room, it didn’t take me long. My orgasm started with a cry of pleasure as my body went stiff and excitement took over my body. It was more powerful than any of the orgasms I’d had with my vibrator since Nicole and I decided to be just friends. It took my breath away and when I opened my eyes, everything seemed to be glowing.

“My turn to go down on you.” I grinned.

“I think it’s your turn to get fucked by his cock.” Her grin bigger.

I wasn’t about to argue. She moved out of the way, then I positioned myself in front of Kyle the exact same way she received his cock a few minutes earlier. I pulled my dress up to around my hips, my pink cunt and even my asshole ready for him.

His strong hands grabbed my hips and moved me into the position that he wanted, then I felt his strong, powerful cock push into my soaking wet pussy.

Instantly, another orgasm filled me. His cock inside of me set of a chain reaction, flooding me with pleasure, making me scream.

He kept going, fucking me as my orgasm came and went. His thrusts short, but furious at first. It took everything I had to stay in position until I completely recovered from my orgasm.

I felt two sets of hands on me. Kyle’s hands caressed my hips then my ass as we fucked. Nicole pulled my dress up above my tits, then used my large breasts as her play toy as we kissed.

At first, she lay next to me. However, soon she positioned herself in front of me. She positioned her pussy right in front of my mouth.

I wanted to tease her the way she teased me, but it felt like it would be more torture to me. I wanted to taste her again and dipped my tongue between her swollen lips. Her cunt was soaking wet, sweet like I remembered it tasting.

As Kyle pounded me from behind, I licked her pussy and massaged her clit with my palm the way I knew she liked from past experience. She let me know she liked it, moaning loudly.

I quickly brought her to the edge of her orgasm and kept going until her cries of pleasure filled the room. She chanted my name as her orgasm filled her, making me very proud of my work.

After her orgasm faded away, we took turns being on the receiving end of his cock. He fucked us from every angle, from multiple positions.

I became jealous of how long he lasted. I imagined that they had a lot of late nights of fucking. I became jealous of her even more when his cock found her asshole. I could just watch as she took out a bottle of lubrication out of her purse, the same brand that I loved and he used it to lubricate her asshole.

His cock disappeared into her ass and I wondered if this was something new for her or something she had done often. She took it like an experienced slut, but she never told me about her anal adventures. As far as I knew, until now it was only me that like it in the ass.

He pounded her ass from behind, a loud slapping sound of skin impacting with flesh every time he thrust into her. All I could do was watch and finger my cunt, hoping for my turn. The longer he went, the more sure I became that I wouldn’t get another turn.

Her fucked her ass doggy style. He fucked her ass in the missionary position. He even fucked her ass sideways. She was no anal virgin, I didn’t even know if I could take an anal pounding like that. I brought myself to another orgasm just watching.

I had given up on another turn with his cock when he motioned for me to come closer with his fingers. I quickly got on to my hands and knees in front of him. He pulled out of her ass and put his cock into mine.

His thickness stretched my asshole, but he had enough lube on his cock where it slid in easily into my ass. I bit my lip as he started to fuck my ass, I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. I received his hard cock like a very happy slut.

Nicole and I kissed as he fucked my ass. Her hands squeezing my tits to the point it hurt, the way she knew that I liked. Her hand slipped between my legs and found my clit. She rubbed it, she massaged it as he pounded my ass. I had never felt so much pleasure.

I wanted to feel him cum inside of my ass and to fill me with his sperm. However, Nicole had other ideas. When she saw that he neared his orgasm, she pulled him away from me. I didn’t like it, but it was her boyfriend.

She took him in her mouth. My mouth dropped as I watched her suck his cock, my sweet, innocent friend had done ass to mouth. Not her ass either, it was my ass.

His eyes clothes and he thrust his cock into her mouth. I could practically taste the cum and when he was done, Nicole let me taste him. She didn’t swallow him, she kept his load in her mouth and motioned for me to come closer.

We kissed, his salty, bitter, yet delicious cum sliding between our mouths. The cum slut in me was very happy now. We made out until the taste faded away and it was just us kissing. We collapsed on to the bed, still half dressed but neither of us cared. We fell asleep in each others arms.

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“The rumors are starting to fly.” I said I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. Nicole talked me into wearing a too tight, too revealing dress. The purple dress clung too tightly to my curves, my breasts over flowed from the top. A few minutes earlier, she said I looked hot in it, so I kept it on. “Does it bother you?”

“Not really.” She stood next to me, looking at herself then me in the mirror. She looked amazing in her black dress, the guys would be all over her at the club. She had the perfect body for that kind of dress, busty like me, but all of the right curves. Her cleavage flowed out of the top of the dress, it clung to her body like it was painted on. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. “I could care less what the other girls at the bar think. It’s just that I don’t want my parents to find out, that sort of thing.”

“I understand.” It was a lot easier for me. My parents lived hundreds of miles away in another section of the country. Hers lived in the same area code.

“I really like you, but…”

Here it comes. I knew it was coming. Our relationship had been on shaking ground the entire month since it started with a wild and very steamy night. We had various levels of experience in the bedroom with another woman, but neither of us much experience actually dating another woman. I liked her, I liked her a lot, but neither of us ever planned on settling down and marrying another woman some day. We discussed it before, we both envisioned the house in the suburbs with a family and a husband.

“Maybe we should just be friends. With benefits?” She grinned.

“I think I like that.” I smiled back. It made sense to me. For the past month I had been struggling to define us. I didn’t want to see anyone else, but I couldn’t stop myself from look at men, fantasizing about them. I wasn’t about to run out and get laid the next day, but I missed the feeling of a hard cock pushing deep inside of me.

“Good. It’s not that I want to see anyone else. It’s just that…I don’t know how to put it. I’m not a lesbian. I’m definitely bisexual, but not a lesbian.” She leaned back against the bathroom counter. She reached out for me and I move in front of her. I opened my arms and we embraced. Our busty, curvy and soft feminine bodies only separated by the thin fabric that made up our tiny, skimpy dresses. I could feel her heat. I could smell her sweetness.

Technically, we were broken up but we looked at each other. We didn’t say anything, we didn’t need to. She pushed my red bangs out of my eyes. I moved my lips close to hers we kissed. Her soft lips pressing against mine.

We smile in between kisses. We giggle like school girls as our hands explore each other. With her, it’s always fun.

I kiss her neck. I kiss the cleavage flowing out of her tiny dress. The cleavage that I know so many men will stare at later, if we ever make it to the club.

She pulls the low cut neck line of her dress to the side and she isn’t wearing a bra. I can’t keep my mouth away from her nipples, teasing the brown nipples with my tongue, then nibbling them gently with my teeth. With her it’s so easy. I don’t feel like I have to put on a show or be someone else. It’s natural with her.

Without stopping our kisses, we stumble out of my bathroom and in to my bedroom. In the process, she unzips the back of my dress and it slips down to my stomach as we climb on to my bed. She takes control, climbing on top of me, kissing me. She kisses my lips, then my neck, then it’s her turn to kiss my cleavage.

She pulls cup of my black strapless bra out of the way with a violent motion, so quick that I thought she broke the bra. She’s not as gentle with my breasts, groping them roughly, biting on them not so gently and it makes me moan.

I roll over until I’m on top of her, then kiss my way down her body. Her dress is already scrunched up around her hips, revealing the tiny black g-string that covers her lips. I’m careful to avoid it with my fingers and with my tongue. I kiss and massage every inch of her thighs, her hips, teasing her until she looks down on me. She doesn’t have to say anything. I know it’s her look that says stop playing around.

I pull the soft nylon fabric to the side and her bare pussy is waiting for me. I tease a little more, avoiding her lips with my kisses until I can’t take it anymore. I have to push my tongue between her wet lips. I have to slid my finger into her wetness to make her moan.

I want to make her moan louder. My tongue finds her clit, I use two fingers to fuck her and I hit my goal.

I wonder if my neighbors can hear. What do they think when they hear two women moaning. I’m sure by now they know my moans of pleasure. Mine are soft, long ones that turn into cries. Hers are quick, almost screams, almost laughter, each time I hit a spot that she likes.

She opens her legs more and I use my fingers and my mouth to work her clit. Her moans are louder and closer together.

Her body pushes against my tongue and she lets out one long moan. I feel satisfied just making her orgasm.

She giggles as her orgasm finishes. She looks down at me and smiles. “Okay, you ready to go now?”

“You better be joking.” I smile back.

“Nope. We have to go or we’ll be late.”

She starts to sit up, but I wrestle her, attempting to keep her on the bed. She works out daily, she’s much stronger than me, but she let’s me win. She pushes me on to my back and open my legs for her.

She teases me, like I teased her. The only difference is that I don’t know if she’ll ever do more than just tease me. I could see her making me late until after we go out and come back home to satisfy me.

Luckily, she does more than just tease me. She gives in and pulls my black and white satin and lace thong off. And kisses her way up my thighs, this time kissing her way to her mouth finds my cunt.

She slides her tongue into me, into my wetness while her finger teases my clit. It’s enough to start my moaning.

She uses her tongue and her fingers to work all of me, but it’s mostly her fingers. She ends up using one hand to work my clit, massaging it with one or two fingers. The other hand, she uses two fingers to fuck me.

My moans become louder and louder. She slides her fingers that were inside of me, underneath me. My moans are replaced by nervousness, my heart beats fast as she slides the finger between my ass cheeks.

She knows that I like anal and she’s finally exploring that side of me. The tip of her finger just brushes against my asshole and it’s enough for me to orgasm. It’s a quick, but very powerful orgasm that takes my breath away.

I feel like I’ve passed out and when I open my eyes, Nicole is looking at me. “You like that?”

I shook my head yes, unable to use my mouth to form words.

We were an hour late for our friend’s birthday party, but no one notice or if they did, they didn’t say anything. It was at a club and they probably thought we were just lost in a crowd.

Multiple men hit on us that night. I got two numbers, one from a guy who I might call. However, at the end of the night, Nicole and I went back home together and repeated our adventure from earlier in the night. I think our friends did notice when we left after just an hour at the club, but neither Nicole nor I cared.