Tonight though, things were different. Linda had met a man who she felt was perfect. He was a trucker, gone most of the time and didn’t mind at all sharing her with whoever she wanted to get to know physically. He loved her as she was and she was grateful to find a man who didn’t hit her when he got pissed off but was still willing to spank her ass at least twice a day. They were a match made in, well, the trucker dive restaurant where she waited tables on the graveyard shift so she could take a quick break to the restroom or anyone’s car for a quickie whenever she felt like it. TJ had asked her to marry him and move back home with him to Tennessee. She had decided that any other man either wouldn’t put up with her current lifestyle or they would have that mean temper she had grown so used to, so she agreed. Boxes were packed. Most of the kitchen and living room went into my new apartment across town along with my bedroom furniture. The only things left in our apartment were the few items she felt she had to pack at the last minute. The television, DVD player loaded with her favorite girl on girl porn, her king size bed, and a small suitcase with a change of clothes, an extra pair of panties, her vibrator, few more choice DVDs and a bath towel.
I had brought over two bottles of red wine to toast her new found happiness and we sat on the bed drinking and talking about all the crazy things that had happened to us over the year we lived together. We had grown close and that friendship was about to end. You never mean for it to, but it always does. No one stays in touch across the country, not with new husbands and lives. At least, I knew that wasn’t me and I was losing my dear friend who I had grown to admire and respect so much.
Well, if she was leaving then I wanted the two things that I had been secretly wanting since we met. I wanted to learn how to strip and I wanted to see if she could bring me the greatest orgasm I had ever had. Many a man had left our apartment blown away by her talents and I knew that she had been with women as well as men. Could she do the same for me? Could she leave me going home with a “sure am glad I came over tonight” stupid smile and not much else?
The second bottle of wine had a good dent in it when I felt brave enough to say, “You know how you offered to teach me to strip? I’d like to learn before you leave. Who knows if I will ever meet another ex-stripper who can teach me how to really do it, not just one who’s found a way to get off rubbing against a pole.” Linda laughed and said “We don’t have a pole but I can show you how to do a floor dance and a lap dance if you’d like.” “That could probably come in handy,” I replied and she hopped off the bed onto the floor.
I don’t really remember all the instructions that came along with it but I do remember how she moved like she was the most sexual creature in the world. Her physical appearance didn’t matter. She owned anyone watching, including me. She was rocking and grinding and twisting in ways that made my lower half heat up and my nipples hard. She knew where this was going. I didn’t move off the bed for fear she would smell how much I wanted her at that moment. She just kept dancing for me. Fully clothed at first, then she slowly peeled out of her shorts. Dancing in her shirt, bra and panties. Her ass was perfect. Waitressing and quickies had kept her in shape and toned. Her hands were touching her body as she danced. Strippers knew exactly how to turn you on as you watched, they had to if they wanted to eat well. Linda was no exception. I had not known her when she worked the clubs and had never before seen how amazing her body was and that look in her eyes that told me she wanted this as much as I did but she was going to make me wait for it.
Next, the shirt was unbuttoned one at a time and she was dancing around in her black lace bra and panties with her shirt over her shoulders like a cape swaying behind her. It was beautiful. Then, the show took a turn. She went to the TV and began to play the DVD in the background. “I need music for this part.” The video did provide music but also the moans and pleasure sounds of the two perfect women who were about to take turns on one another’s best parts. Linda dropped the shirt on that end of the bed, so that I was watching her and the two girls in the background. She knew exactly where this was going and knew that if I was going to chicken out, it would have been right then. She was good.
Seeing that this was not going to stop anytime soon, she handed me my wine glass, poured some, drank it down and then refilled it for me this time. “While you watch the show.” As she handed me the glass with her left hand, my crotch shot up to attention. There was a pressure different from that of just pent up excitement. When she reached for the wine, she also grabbed her vibrator and stuck it in between my legs with her right hand as she handed me the glass with her left. That sneaky bitch. It wasn’t on, yet, but it was pushing against me in the just the wrong spot. I drank half the glass, licked my lips, and moved my right leg to get more comfortable with the piece of plastic that was causing me to soak through my cotton panties. Linda took that as a good sign—which it was—and continued to slowly lose her bra and panties. At that point I had finished the wine and she leaned over me with her breasts an inch from my lips. I wanted to reach out and bite her nipple but I was nervous and clearly not the one in control of this situation. “Lap dance time. If I’m going to teach you, we need to make it fun for me too.” She took the vibrator and turned it on and had me hold it between my legs. My hand was wrapped around it but the vibrations could be felt going from the back of thumb to my crotch that my hand was right against and I was doing everything I could to keep a straight face and my breathing in check. Hell, I was trying to remember to breathe. I so badly wanted to move my hand and put that fabulous plastic dick on my clit and in my wet, hot hole that was clearly begging for something to fill it. But again, I wasn’t the one running the show and I didn’t want to risk breaking her rhythm and having this end before both of us were spent. We had ten hours before she left town and I was hoping at least a couple of them would be with us both naked and cumming together.
She began my turning her naked back to me. Then, she leaned over at the waist and began moving her ass up and down. It was touching the vibrator, which was on and touching her right back, so the lap dance wasn’t quite authentic but it was doing exactly what we both hoped it would. She clenched her ass and had the tool surrounded by her soft, firm flesh and carried it with her as she went up and down an inch or so. I had to struggle to hold my hand in place and not just let her take the toy with her. I was also struggling to keep it close enough to my crotch that some of the wonderful movement the toy made was getting to my soaking wet lips, even if through the back of my thumb.
Linda’s inner thighs were shining. She was so wet that she was beginning to glisten. She had her ass near my crotch, wrapped around a vibrating dildo, and her face was staring right at the screen of the two women who were now finger-fucking one another. She unclenched, moved back just a touch and sat right on the toy. It slipped in so quickly that I had barely noticed what happened when the top of my fist was wet from hitting her cunt. I was still holding on to the vibrator and now, I was holding the key to her happiness. I finally got a clue and began to move my fist slowly and up and down so she no longer had to balance and negotiate the action. The wine was kicking in and I wanted to make her cum so that she would do the same for me but we needed to move so I could watch her face and her tits. I slowly and gently took the dildo in my hand and moved it to the right. She followed while it still was inside her. She moved to the right of me and was kneeling on the bed with my hand between her slick legs and the plastic shaft barely visible sticking out of her cunt. I pushed on one leg so that she began to turn over. Now, she was on her back and my hand was holding the speeding dick in her. I turned the base and the toy began to buzz on high and she yelped. I pulled it out of her, turned it off, looked at it, and brought it to my mouth. I looked at her and she nodded. I tasted the tip. It was magnificent. I pushed it far into my mouth to get as much of her juice as I could. She lay there, spread eagle and watching me. I pulled the cock out of my mouth, spread her pussy lips apart and lay it right on her clit. Then, I turned it on. Slowly. She let
out a soft moan and I felt my own sweet spot begging for my panties to be removed and get some of that plastic! I began to move the toy up and down, from the top of her clit to her asshole. Stopping at her pussy to make her think I was going to enter her, but then I would move on. She was loving every second of it.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The girls screams of ecstasy were in the background and I was about to burn a hole through my panties. I wanted her to cum and cum now! I took the vibrator and pushed it into her, hard. Then I began pounding it against her and I leaned over and brought my tongue to her clit. She gasped. Her moans began to form words. “Yes. God, Yes,” Each word got louder as I got more violent. The vibrator got turned up to high, the ramming became more intense and my licking became nibbling and slurping and rubbing my tongue, chin, nose, whatever facial parts I could get deep onto her clit. It was being pushed back and forth as fast as I could while my shoulder and arm worked the plastic as deep into her as it would go. She began to cry out. “More, yes, more!” I was getting to be exhausted but her tension was building my tension and as I felt her shudder with release, my fingers became wet again and my own crotch began to shake. I was cumming with her even though no one was touching me. Now that is impressive.
When I thought her moment was done, I softly kissed her clit and turned off the buzzing toy. I smiled up at her. She smiled back. “You’re turn.” My pussy again began to shake and I didn’t think it would take anything more than a touch to get me to the point of having nothing left. She turned me around, took the toy, kissed me on the mouth and said, “Don’t think. Just relax.” I had a view of the two girls on the TV kissing each other hard and the top of Linda’s head as she and the plastic slipped below my waistline and pulled my miniskirt up. The cotton panties were moved to the side and all hell broke loose. There were fingers, a plastic cock and a tongue that couldn’t be made sense out of. All I knew was that I was about to cum like there was no tomorrow and my good friend was about to give me a night that I remember when I’m in the sack with a guy who just can’t quite figure it out. It was so good just thinking about it gets me off, even to this day. God, I love college!
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My First Threesome
College Daze: Volume Two
I’ve learned in this life there are three kinds of people; those who do bad things, those who don’t (ever) and those who don’t usually but wish they did. That third group of people tend to hang around close to the naughty ones but only close enough to watch, never to get caught or really fuck up their lives. Just enough that every once in a while they will have a story that they can keep tucked away in the back of their minds until that random moment when they remember that day, that adventure and a sneaky, giddy, slightly-embarrassed smirk crosses their face. For this third group, college is wonderful fantasy place somewhere between adolescence and adulthood where time stands still and stories remain sacred and we can do those things we have always watched and wondered about.
Most of my college Friday nights were spent handing out with friends, drinking, laughing, and dancing. I wouldn’t consider myself a slut in college. In fact, rarely did I go home with anyone but my battery powered trustworthy toy that I hid in the space between my wall and my mattress. Many offers were tempting but the reality of the next morning was something that I quickly learned I couldn’t handle well and it was a much better idea to listen to my friends tell me all about their wild nights with hot guys and even hotter girls. Weeks later they would also tell me about the lines at the free health clinic and how they died inside when someone else they recognized walked in the front door as they walked out. No, the rare evenings when I would let my guard down and give into the hot, begging pulls of that area below my navel had to have two factors: ridiculously large amounts of alcohol and next to impossible odds of ever seeing that person or persons again. Lucky for me, Peri and Steve were around on the inaugural evening of the ice luge and a bowl of mystery punch that would be able to double as paint thinner in the morning.
Peri was adorable. With her short brown hair and huge green eyes, she was a young roller skating champion. She was in her early twenties, squat and build like an Olympian but with small firm breasts and legs that could crush just about anything they were wrapped around. Her body was always perfect thanks to her intense work out routines and she rarely indulged in more than a drink or two but tonight she and Steve were celebrating their medals and their last nights in the States. Peri was ready to drink and let the night take her wherever it happened to lead.
Steve was Peri’s skating partner. He was also build like a brick shit house. Powerful arms and legs and not an ounce of fat on him. He had a dirty blonde head of hair that was just long enough to move with their twists and turns but trimmed short to keep him safe as he lifted Peri above his head almost every day at practice. Steve had never had a girlfriend. He loved skating and any one who knew him knew he loved Peri. Anyone but Steve. He was a little clueless in that department.
The funny thing was Peri loved him too but these two were not about to cross that line that partners know. Once you get physical, you can’t ever go back. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll ruin your partnership and in this case, their careers. They weren’t about to give into what their bodies and hearts so desperately wanted without a little push. That’s where the punch and I come in.
Peri and I had been childhood friends. Her mom watched me after school while my mom worked until we were ten. Then, Peri’s skating career took off and we kept in touch over the years but only got to see each other a few times each year. Just before I was about to graduate from Cal State Bakersfield, Peri and Steve got invited to skate in Europe. They were about to begin their training in France and then their four-year tour. We were growing up and parting ways as life so often does to those who were once close. I could see that Peri and Steve were passionately in love with each other and that their giving in to each other would not ever tear them apart, in fact, it would likely get Steve to ask for her partnership in marriage and in life as well. I was determined to get these two together tonight before I missed my chance. I knew what I would have to do. I went and stood next to the bar and began to drink my shots of courage. An hour later, I went to find Peri.
Steve and Peri were standing in the corner, laughing and looking longingly at one another, as I knew they would be. They were at the party but clearly alone in their conversation. I jumped in the middle of it and asked them to tell me all about their new adventure. Steve had more to drink than Peri so he began to tell me all the details of their packing, phone calls with their new company, flight arrangements, etc. This could take a while, I thought to myself. So, I told him that I couldn’t hear him very well and we should find a quieter spot. I lead them both into my dorm room and closed the door. Steve sat in the desk chair and Peri and I plopped down on the bed. He kept talking about their trip as though I was going to write a documentary about it. He was detail oriented, I’d give him that but geez dude, learn to summarize.
The shots were kicking in and my panties were beginning to burn up as I realized this was my chance to get these two together while living out a fantasy I had secretly had for years. It was hot in my room (as Bakersfield often is) so I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my jeans and flopped back down on the bed in my bra and panties. “That’s better,” I said, mostly to myself but loud enough to be heard.
Peri’s eyes opened a bit and Steve just kept talking. Yep, he was drunk alright. He hadn’t even noticed. However, Peri did. She was obviously uncertain of what she should do, so I reached over and began to unbutton her shirt. There we go, she was definitely buzzed but had enough sense to see this as her chance. Her chance to say goodbye to me properly and begin what she hoped would be her new beginning with Steve. She took over unbuttoning her shirt and jeans and was soon on the bed in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. Clearly she had hoped where this was going tonight because girls don’t always take the time to put on matching bra and panty sets unless we hop
e someone will see them.
At this point Steve was still talking but his voice had a different pitch to it. Slightly unsure, slightly aroused. He was just beginning to describe their new workout routine in France and continued to do so but with many more pauses between words. “I’ve learned living here, when it’s this hot, all you can do is take your clothes off and try to not let it bother you,” I said. Steve slightly nodded his head. Peri, the smart woman that she is, realized this was her moment to give her man what most men dream about. Two women at once. But he was still talking, drunk and unsure where this was headed. Peri leaned over and kissed my shoulder, then she moved to kissing my neck. My head slightly tilted so she could get a better angle and my nipples instantly got rock hard. Peri moved her body so she had more range and slowly moved one hand over to my other arm, stroked it and then ran her hand across to my breast. I gasped. Steve finally stopped talking. We had his attention now.
Peri looked at me and kissed me on the mouth. Slowly at first but then hard and faster. I didn’t even notice her unclasping my bra but all of a sudden my breasts were free of the fabric and I arched my back in a unspoken plea for attention. She began to rub, pull, and kiss my breasts with abandon. I slowly laid back on the bed and began to pull my panties off. Steve was leaning in his chair to get a better look but there were no more drunken words. He was not going to miss this.
Peri moved herself on top of me. Her head was at my breasts and began to suck and softly nibble on my nipples. Each one getting their turn. My hips instinctively rose up against her and her hand found my crotch. I again groaned and arched my back and she began to finger my clit. Then she slipped her finger inside my hot, wet hole. Quickly at first, then pulled it out and found my clit again. Oh God! I was wiggling all around my bed, part of me trying to pull away but most of me trying to get her to make me cum. I was so wet that I was sure my bedding would have to be wrung out when we were done. She began to put her finger back in my pussy and move it in and out this time. Then she slipped in a second and a third finger and was pounding harder still. Oh God! Still biting my nipples all the while. I needed to get there. I was so fucking close! I began to touch my clit as she was fucking me with her hand. She laughed and pushed it away. “No, we are going to do this for you. Steve, I need your help.”
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