But when she'd flat out rejected me, I'd basically given him the go-ahead to chat her up. If she didn't like me, maybe she'd like him. It wasn't like I was going to beat the shit out of any guy who dared talk to her. Yeah, I was interested in her and would've gladly gone out with her, but she wasn't mine.
Not yet, anyway.
And until she showed any interest in being with me, I didn't have any right to get angry. She was a grown woman, capable of deciding for herself who she wanted to date or sleep with or just flirt with.
Not that I was going to give up, just yet. I wouldn't try to force her hand, but that didn't mean I was going to just disappear and consider her a lost cause. What Drew had said made a lot of sense. It was fun screwing a girl who was throwing herself at you, no doubt about it. But a woman who actually took work and effort to seduce? That was more than worth the payoff -- someone you could potentially enjoy being with outside of a quick fuck in the bathroom.
In a way, if Janine had thrown herself at me, it would've ruined my image of her. She'd have been just like every other girl I'd ever met in a bar or club. The fact that she hadn't immediately bent over and demanded I take her right then and there just confirmed to me that she was different from all those other girls. She had standards, at the very least.
I may not have met those standards, but I was going to do my best to try and meet them. At least show her I'm good for more than a quick fuck, anyway. Not that I'd turn down a quick fuck with her, if that was what she wanted, but there was something about her that made me want more than that, more than just one hot and heavy night.
And yet, when we'd been in the elevator with her, trapped in that small space, my cock was rock hard inside my jeans. The scent of her floral perfume mixed with her natural pheromones was like a drug, one I couldn't get enough of. It took every ounce of my self-control not to pin her up against the cool metallic walls of the elevator and kiss her.
A glance over at Drew told me she had the same effect on him, too. So you can imagine both our surprise when we found out she was on the same floor as us. It turned out her room was on the opposite side of the building, but still, knowing she wasn't all that far drove me crazy.
By the time we'd gotten into our room, my cock ached, begging for relief.
It was a good thing Drew and I had been friends for years and had long ago given up any sense of modesty around one another. By the time we were both getting ready for bed, our boxers were tented obscenely, still running off the high Janine's scent had given us. There was no way either of us were going to get to sleep without some relief, first.
We both managed to wait until we were in our beds and the lights were out though. I heard him removing his boxers and the sound of skin sliding against skin, but when I closed my eyes and started stroking myself, I completely tuned him out, my mind filling with the image of Janine.
I imagined taking her back to the room and slowly stripping her clothes off, revealing her body inch by inch. Even though I'd never seen her before today, I could clearly picture her and imagine what was underneath the clothes she wore. It didn't matter that she hadn't been wearing anything tight or remotely revealing. My horned up brain filled in all the details without a single issue.
And in my mind, she was absolutely perfect. Soft, supple breasts with rock hard nipples that begged to be sucked on. Creamy white skin without a single blemish or tan line. A gorgeous, glistening pussy that called to me, making my entire body ache with need. God, she was gorgeous.
It didn't matter in the least that this was all pure fantasy, that this perfect goddess only existed in my mind. To my cock, this was exactly what Janine looked like.
I imagined running my hands over every inch of her, exploring her body completely. Then, I repeated the process, using my lips and tongue this time, tasting and teasing her with each passing moment. It was something I'd never really done with a girl, but had always wanted to. The girls I normally hooked up with weren't much interested in soft, tender foreplay. They wanted to be spread wide and fucked hard, right away.
And I'd always been eager to comply with their demands.
But Janine was different. And in my fantasy, she acted different. She wanted more than just a quick fuck. She'd want to be teased and turned on before fucking her. She'd want things to start slow and sensual and slowly progress to where I pounded her like she'd never been fucked before.
So that's exactly what I did in my little fantasy. I explored her body to my heart's content, until her imaginary moans filled my head, until her pussy was dripping wet with need and want and desire. Then, I picked her up and placed her gently on the bed, spreading her legs wide and dropping to my knees in front of her.
Even with this all being in my imagination, I could hear her moans echoing through our room. I could feel her squirming around beneath me as her pleasure rose higher and higher. My hands roamed up and down her body, feeling her red hot flush as she approached the point of no return.
As my imaginary Janine started to come, my cock throbbed, and I thought I was going to lose control myself. But I gritted my teeth, my free hand ball into a fist so tightly my nails bit into the tender flesh of my palm. That helped me hold back, kept me just this side of my own abyss.
I stilled my hand, taking a couple deep breaths. As much as I wanted to come, I wasn't ready for my fantasy to be over yet. I stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, until my heart stopped pounding so hard
Once I had control of myself again, I resumed my stroking, imagining sliding my cock into Janine's tight pussy just as she came, thrusting in and out of her, sending her higher and higher. I imagined her moans growing louder and louder until the room was filled with her sounds of pleasure.
My cock ached now, my balls drawn up tight against my body. I wasn't going to be able to last much longer now. Even in my fantasy I was thrusting faster and faster, getting so close to coming. It was almost like I was a teenager virgin again, unable to control myself. I'd been having sex for years now and yet just laying her jacking off it was like I had no stamina whatsoever.
It was strange, knowing that a fantasy could turn me on this much.
If just jacking off while thinking about Janine could make me this horny, what would it be like if I actually had her in bed with me? Would I be able to go more than thirty seconds without coming? I wanted to say I could, but as my cock throbbed again, I wasn't so sure I could.
Janine turned me on like no other woman had.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled out into the darkness as I hit my limit. My hand moved faster and faster, up and down my cock, as it throbbed again and the first jet of cum shot out, splattering against my cheek and neck. My hips jerked up as my cock continued pumping shot after shot of cum out, completely covering my chest and stomach in my hot, sticky seed.
By the time my hips fell back against the bed, I was gasping for air, my muscles all sore as if I'd been working out all day. My entire body felt like Jell-O, and I couldn't so much as I lift my head off the pillow if I'd wanted to.
I laid there gasping for a few moments when I heard Drew yell out from the darkness, followed by his tell-tale grunts. I listened as he had what sounded like a pretty intense orgasm. I assumed he'd been thinking about Janine, just as I had been. Was his as intense and amazing as mine had been?
Part of me wanted to ask him, but that seemed like a bit too much after we'd both just jerked off. A guy had to have some limits, right?
"Fucking hell," he muttered, a few minutes later. He still sounded breathless, telling me his orgasm must've been just as overwhelming as mine had been.
"I agree."
I needed to get up and get a towel to clean up the cooling cum that still coated my torso, but I didn't quite have the energy just yet. I couldn't ever remember feeling this winded, especially after just jacking off. I'd gone all night with a girl and not been this tired afterward.
So why was my body aching so badly now?
Was it just because I'd gotten very little sleep
over the last couple days? Was it the night's drinking finally catching up to me? Or was it something more?
Was it Janine?
With a sigh, I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. In the darkness, I saw Drew doing the same thing at practically the same moment. I grinned, even though I knew he couldn't see more than just my general body shape in the darkness. Silently, the two of us padded across the room to the bathroom.
When I flipped on the light, Drew hissed like a vampire that'd just been burned by the sun. I didn't blame him either, squeezing my eyes shut against the offending light. I wished the damn thing had a dimmer switch, since it took a few moments before I could actually see to find a washcloth.
A quick glance at Drew once I could see again told me he was in the exact same shape as I was, cum slowly sliding down his torso. "It's a good thing we're not shy," I said with a smirk as I wet a cloth with some warm water and began cleaning myself off.
"If either of us was still shy after all this time, we'd have a problem." Drew laughed and grinned at me. That was just another reason we were best friends. Neither of us gave a shit about being naked or anything. We'd had enough threesomes and foursomes that nudity, even with cum on our bodies, wasn't even worth blinking over.
By the time I got back in bed, I was exhausted and ready to just pass out. Judging by the snores that filled the room moments later, Drew was in the same state. It wasn't long after that I drifted off to blissful sleep. The entire night was consumed by Janine-filled dreams, which was just fine by me. They were much worse things I could've dreamt about!
Even if it did mean waking up with my hard cock pressed into the mattress.
I was just finishing up in the bathroom when Drew shuffled by, his erection more than evident. Apparently I wasn't the only one who'd been having some good dreams. I flopped down onto my bed again, staring up at the ceiling. I needed to shower and get dressed at some point, but it was still early and I was feeling lazy.
So when Drew stuck his head out of the bathroom to inform me he was getting a shower, it seemed like the perfect time to jerk off again. Not that either of us really cared if the other one jerked off when they were in the room, but it was just easier to do it alone. Besides, if Drew's erection from earlier meant anything, he was probably going at it in the shower anyway.
The moment my boxers were off, my cock was rock hard again. As I wrapped my fingers around it, I closed my eyes. The moment they were shut, my imaginary Janine was back, front and center.
I imagined sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs spread wide open. Janine knelt between them, one hand stroking my cock and the other fondling my balls and she grinned wickedly up at me. In my mind, I could see her innocent face turn naughty as she tightened her grip around my manhood.
Then, without any warning, she leaned in and took my entire length into her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned out, unsure if the words were actually spoken aloud or not. I was so lost in my mind that reality and fantasy blurred together, indistinguishable.
It didn't take long for that familiar tingle to work its way through my body. I squirmed on the bed, my heart pounding harder and hard as my imaginary lover sucked me off. She kept one hand around my cock, milking me as her mouth worked its magic. Her other hand roamed up and down my bare thighs, caressing the soft skin there and sending tiny pin pricks of pleasure darting through me.
It was magical, better than any real blow job I'd ever had.
God, I was really spoiling myself with these fantasies. If I ever did get a chance to have sex with Janine, it was going to be hard for her to live up to these standards. And yet, something deep inside me said she'd meet my standards and so much more.
I was really starting to become hopeless.
When my balls drew up tight against my body, I gritted my teeth, but didn't fight the inevitable this time. I just stroked myself faster and faster as Imaginary-Janine sucked me harder and faster as well. My eyes will still squeezed shut, completely engrossed in my fantasy still.
It didn't take long after that before I completely lost control, groaning loud enough to break through my fantasy as my cock throbbed. I didn't quite coat myself in cum like I had last night, but it was still everywhere, quickly cooling and making me wish I'd waited until I was in the shower. But it was too late now, I thought as I used my boxers to wipe myself off.
Just as I collapsed onto the bed, taking deep breaths of air, I heard the shower turn off. Perfect timing, it seemed. I sucked in a deep lungful of air, then swung my legs over the bed. The bathroom door was just opening as I approached, and Drew and I shared mutual grins as we swapped places.
The shower was heavenly, washing all the sweat and cum off my body. By the time I stepped out, I felt like a whole new man, ready to take the day head on. I hadn't felt this rejuvenated in a very long time. I wanted to thank the comfortable bed and the hot shower, but something told me it was more than that.
Either way, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth! With this much energy, I'd have normally been tempted to spend the day finding women to help me burn it all off. But not today. Today, I planned on doing everything I could to show Janine I wasn't just some sex-crazed playboy. I was a sex-crazed playboy for sure, but there was more to me than that.
I just had to show her.
By the time I was dried off and back in the room, Drew was sitting on the edge of his bed, fully dressed and playing on his phone while he waited for me. He grinned when I walked out and he looked just as energized as I felt. "Ready for today?" he asked. There was a flicker in his eyes that told me exactly what he meant.
"May the best man win!" I said with a grin as I dug clothes out. I picked some of my nicer clothes - khaki slacks and a polo shirt. If I was going to impress her, I had to start with my outfit. No ripped jeans and band t-shirts today. I wasn't going to go full suit and tie - that would wait until the wedding - but I wanted it to at least look like I put some thought into what I was going to wear today.
Then, I made sure my hair was combed, which I almost never bothered with. Most women liked the fresh-out-of-bed windswept look. But once again, when it came to Janine, the goal was effort.
When it was finally time for us to head down for breakfast, I glanced at myself in the mirror and thought I looked pretty damn good. Drew wasn't far behind me in looks though, obviously having had the same thought I had about dressing to impress. But it wasn't like Janine's affection was going to be determined solely based on our looks.
"Let's go get some food. Then we can see if there's anything we can help with for the wedding." I grinned at Drew and he nodded in response.
The ride down to the lobby seemed to take forever. When we'd been in it last night on the way up, it couldn't have gone slow enough. But now that we didn't have Janine in there with us, it was excruciating. Especially since every moment we spent in there was a moment longer it would take before we could see her again.
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, not sure whether I sounded like a love-struck teenager or the stalker star of a Criminal Minds episode.
Neither seemed particularly appealing.
But eventually, we were released from our steel confines and able to head over to the hotel restaurant. Surprisingly, it wasn't too busy. I wasn't sure if that meant everyone was still asleep or if the food was so terrible everyone avoided it. There was only one way to find out, I figured, and when my stomach growled, it just reinforced my decision.
The hostess told us to just take a table anywhere. We were just heading over to a small two-person table when someone shouted from across the room. "Zack! Drew!" It was a light, feminine voice, and when I scanned the room for the source, I saw Carla sitting across the room at one of those large, round tables, waving to us. Sitting next to her was a distraught looking Josh, his hands clamped over his ears.
I couldn't help but grin as I looked at me. Apparently he'd finally found his limit last night. The poor fellow looked completely hung over.
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My smile completely faded though when I saw Janine sitting on Carla's other side, intensely studying the ceramic cup in her hand. I quickly plastered the smile back onto my face, wishing my heart would spot pounding so loud. But it had a mind of its own, not willing to listen for even a moment, and all I could do was pray she wouldn't notice.
The two of us headed over there and Carla looked far more excited to see us than either of the other two. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "Why don't you guys join us? There's plenty of room and we haven't even ordered more than drinks yet!"
Drew and I exchanged quick glances, then nodded and accepted her offer and shuffled into the booth next to Josh. The poor man groaned at his fiancée, clearly wanting to still be up in bed. I couldn't blame him though, with the way he looked.
It was about time the bastard learned what it was like to have a hangover. I'd had enough of them from our frequent nights out drinking when we'd been in college. Hell, it was a wonder I didn't have one today, since I'd had quite a bit to drink last night. Still though, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. This was too good of a chance to pass up, being able to drive our best friend completely mental while he cursed our name, just like he'd done to us so many times.
Plus, there was the added bonus of being able to spend some time with Janine. Granted, I'd been hoping to have a couple cups of coffee and some food in me before I sought her out, but once again, I couldn't really complain. I'd wanted to spend time with her, and now I could.
"How are you guys this morning?" Judging by her tone and the sparkle in her eyes, she was quite enjoying tormenting Josh with her perky and upbeat personality this morning. Then again, since she had to basically carry his drunk ass back upstairs last night, I couldn't really blame her. She had to get some amusement out of it.
Something told me she planned this, too. It would certainly explain why she'd let him drink himself into a stupor last night and why she'd been so cheerful when she'd had to carry him up there. If that was true, then Josh had definitely met the perfect woman for him. He would definitely get what he deserved married to her!
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