Subject:     Beth Takes Me Out 
Story Codes: MF FF F-solo oral anal
Diary Date:  March 20, 2010
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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What are best friends for if not to help you out in times of need?  Well, 
if anyone ever had a best friend, I did when it came to Beth.  She knew 
just what I needed...

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Best Friends Forever
   Chapter 2 – Beth Convinces Me
   Chapter 3 – Getting Ready
   Chapter 4 – Almost Losing My Bra
   Chapter 5 – Upping the Ante
   Chapter 6 – Driving to the Hotel
   Chapter 7 – Teasing the Boys
   Chapter 8 – Everyone Finally Gets What They Want
   Chapter 9 – Back Home Again


Chapter 1 – Best Friends Forever
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If there was ever a way to describe my relationship with Beth, “BFF” 
would be it.  I’d known Beth for all my life.  Our parents were social 
friends (totally non-sexual), we grew up in the same neighborhood, were 
dropped off at the same child care center, attended the same schools, 
spent summers at the same church camps, and were members of the same 
church.  About the only thing we differed on was college.  I chose to go 
out of state to a private Christian university while she attended a local 
junior college.  Over the years we’d shared our most intimate secrets and 
feelings, not to mention a few boyfriends along the way.  I simply can’t 
imagine ever being so close to anyone as I am today with Beth.  It’s a 
unique bond few people ever get to share with anyone.

Knowing how close we are and our mutual appetites when it came to sex, 
people seem to find it a surprise that we’ve not had much of a sexual 
relationship between us.  Sure we are often involved in sexual situations 
together like at parties, double dates and such.  It’s just one of those 
thing we never did together.  Maybe it was because the two of us are so 
close in so many ways that it just wasn't something we felt was 
necessary.  Yes, there were a few times here and there where things got a 
little out of hand, especially when we were younger and still learning 
about our developing bodies and new feelings.  Still, I would say that 
those times were more out of juvenile curiosity than a true sense of 
intimacy.

While the two of us didn't do that much with each other, perhaps one of 
the more significant events that shows how close we are was when Beth 
became the first girl that my dad fucked outside of his marriage – thus 
his first adulterous sex after almost twenty years of marriage.  At the 
time it was quite shocking thing to me in that all my life my parents had 
preached to me that incestual sex was OK but adultery was not.  Incest 
was sex within a family and thus not sinful but rather a part of the 
blending of a family through marriage.  Adultery, on the other hand, was 
just a means of satisfying one’s most lustful instincts with no biblical 
basis - other than being clearly labeled as being a sinful act (making it 
to the Top Ten even!).  At least that’s how they had portrayed it until 
that first time between my dad and Beth.

My parents rationalized my dad’s actions by saying that Beth was 
virtually one of the family after all these years – the same 
rationalization they used later when my dad wanted to fuck Tammy, my 
mom’s best friend.  Still, while from a purely sexual perspective it was 
hot to see my dad having sex with my best friend, my conscience always 
bothered me a little bit.

Speaking of incest, that was the one major aspect of my life that I did 
NOT share with Beth until after she had sex with my dad.  Although I was 
there the first time my dad did her, I didn't join in and even then Beth 
had no idea that he was doing me too.  Actually it wasn’t until during 
the second time (and last time) that he did her that I joined in and she 
learned the truth.  Although that time it felt a little better since we 
weren’t hiding so much from her, deep in my heart I couldn't help but 
worry that adultery was adultery, no matter how you slice it.

Just to keep things even, or at least that was my excuse at the time, I 
also was the first girl that Beth’s dad cheated with.  The circumstances 
were quite different from her and my dad’s tryst in that I seduced her 
father, essentially having sex with him against his will (but he seemed 
quite happy about it at the time).

In this case there was no rationalization required since Beth’s family 
wasn't into incest.  It was just pure adultery on her father’s part.  
While Beth knew about what he dad did with me, her dad had no clue that 
she’d watched us, nor did he ever do me again.  Personally, I had no 
desire to do him again anyway since the first time is always the most 
thrilling.

It was probably just as well because it led to one of the most serious 
arguments Beth and I had ever had and had it not been for our 
longstanding relationship it might have broken us apart.  As I said, her 
father wasn’t into incest or cheating on his wife so I think she sort of 
resented me for pushing him to do what I am sure he sorely regretted 
afterwards.  Any elation I may have felt having “conquered” him was 
tempered by a sense of guilt that grew even more when I saw how upset she 
was over it.  Ever since then we have both sworn off doing anything like 
that again.

All this father-daughter crap just goes to show how sex can complicate 
even the best of friendships, one of the reasons Beth and I rarely did 
anything intimate together.  We never really had ever discussed it per 
se, it was more something we each just seemed to recognize instinctively.  
Neither of us was shy about being with another girl, so it wasn’t like we 
didn’t get off having sex with each other.  It just wasn't something we 
NEEDED.  Something natural.

Putting the whole sex thing aside, I often get comments that people in 
general can’t understand how we ever became best friends when we are so 
different in so many ways.  Personally, I think it’s BECAUSE we have such 
different personalities and likes/dislikes that our friendship has 
endured as we are not in competition with one another very often.

For example, Beth is much more the party girl and outgoing, totally 
unafraid to chase the guys – “bag and tag ‘em” as she likes to say.  In 
contrast, I prefer to be the one that the guys chase – although 
admittedly I do my best to attract their attention.  I guess you could 
say it’s like Beth goes fishing with dynamite and a net whereas I prefer 
fly fishing where I teasingly toss out the bait and let the fish come to 
me It’s not that I’m shy by any means, it’s just that I’ve always enjoyed 
being the prey more than the hunter.  Needless to say there have been 
exceptions to these rules for both of us, but for the most part that’s 
the roles we prefer.

Back to our sexual preferences (which I know people reading this would 
prefer to hear about rather than our taste in TV shows and books), Beth 
and I tend to have quite different tastes as well.  Both of us are 
technically bisexual in that we enjoy sex with both men and women.  
However, I prefer guys (they have something “special”) while Beth leans 
more towards girls although she certainly doesn't turn down a hard dick 
when it’s offered!  Oddly enough, at parties where group sex is more 
prevalent, she goes for the guys but I know in her private life she has 
more girlfriends than boyfriends.

Physically, we differ as well.  Let’s just say that nobody is going to 
mistake us for twins.  Perhaps the most noticeable difference, at least 
to guys, is that Beth has always been large-breasted, filling out a D-cup 
bra before she finished her freshman year.  She gets a little “help” in 
that department due to her being a tad heavier than me but she’s by no 
means fat.  

I’ve been jealous of Beth’s boobs since 6th grade when she was the first 
girl in our class to start poking through her tops.  After spending most 
of my teen years secretly wishing I could trade mine with hers, these 
days I’d say I’m probably happier with my boobs than hers.  While mine 
are definitely not as perky as my cousin Kristi’s perfect boobs, I can 
still get away without a bra in most cases whereas Beth pretty much HAS 
to wear one just to support her massive girls.  She has mentioned getting 
a reduction at times but from the ways the guys drool over those puppies 
I can’t see that happening any time soon.

If there is one area where Beth and I differ the most, it would have to 
be our attitudes towards group sex.  For me, I'll take a good ole’ one-
on-one any day.  It’s so much more intimate and I love being the center 
of attention.  A three- some is OK at times but even then I much prefer 
it to be with two guys whereas most guys seem to want to be with two 
girls.

Personally I think it’s more than a little hypocritical that guys think 
it’s hot to see two girls together but get all homophobic about “crossing 
swords” with another guy.  It seems to be a big hit on porn sites but in 
real life, not nearly so much, at least not the guys I’ve known.

Beth, on the other hand, literally lives by the motto, “the more the 
merrier”.  In other words she LOVES group sex and the larger the group 
the better.  The actual makeup in terms of men and women doesn't seem to 
matter as much to her as the total number although I think if she were 
forced to choose, it would be more guys than girls.

Beth’s an active member of a local private “sex club” that meets 
periodically where just about anything goes yet at the same time provides 
a safe and VERY private setting.  Over the years she’s convinced me to 
attend a few of these parties and while I can’t say they weren’t fun, in 
the end they weren’t something I wanted to every day, or week or month 
even.  Like who would NOT find such a thing physically fun and mentally 
invigorating, especially when you never knew what was going to happen?  
Still, I always left feeling somewhat emotionally empty and even a little 
cold in that usually not only did I have no idea WHO fucked me, but I 
wasn’t even always sure how MANY did!  It was just sex for the sake of 
sex, without any challenge or sense of accomplishment other than to say, 
“Gee, I’ve never done THAT before.”

Along with my cousin Kristi, the three of us are together most of the 
time and other than Beth’s secret little parties, it’s a rare event where 
just one of us shows up without the others.  As much as I love my cousin, 
it’s Beth who will always be my closest and best friend.  It’s no 
coincidence that during the past few months or so when I’d been having a 
number of issues and decisions to make that Beth would be there for me, 
almost seeming to read my mind, to somehow knowing just when I needed her 
the most.


Chapter 2 – Beth Convinces Me
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If you’ve been reading my diary then you know how recently I’d been on 
this crazy roller-coaster ride where my whole life seemed to be turning 
upside down and backwards.  Some of my core beliefs were being tested and 
I found myself questioning things about myself I never would have even 
thought twice about before.

Thank goodness Beth had been with me during this time, offering a warm 
shoulder to cry on when it seemed I couldn't decide what to do.  It 
would’ve been easy for her to say, ”I told you so,” or some other 
sarcastic remark but she never said anything like that to me, supporting 
me 100% the entire time.  Some people might have taken advantage of my 
confusion and depression to have sex with me but Beth never even started 
to do anything like that with me.  

Did I mention Beth was my BFF?  I love her!

Once I’d made up my mind about my dad, helped in no small amount when he 
asked me to come over and let him fuck me again, Beth was the first one I 
told about it.  I’d called her on my cell phone about an hour after 
getting home from my dad’s place, crying because I was so confused about 
what I’d done.  When I first got home it seemed all was settled – I was 
my dad’s daughter and as such, it was my duty to submit to him and his 
right to expect me to do so – case closed.  All the debate and self-
analysis had been a tragic waste of time in that it really came down to 
whether or not I was ready to stand by my morals and ethics or to throw 
away everything I believed in.  In fact, I was actually a little angry 
with myself for putting myself through such anguish when the answers were 
there as plain as the nose on my face the entire time.

Still... 

About an hour or so after I got home, I was laying on my bed after my 
shower, wet hair and all, huddling under the covers to keep warm.  Damn, 
my pussy was STILL tingling after having been fucked by my dad just a 
little over an hour earlier.  Even so, for whatever reason I just 
couldn't bring myself to masturbate as I normally do when I felt this 
way.  It was hard to understand my feelings as I knew what I’d done was 
the right thing to do – no question about THAT.  In fact it was the ONLY 
thing I could’ve done under the circumstances and remain true to myself.  
Yet if that was so, why did everything seem so surreal?  It wasn’t that I 
felt remorse or guilt, but more like something was MISSING, like I hadn’t 
been fulfilled in some way that I couldn't nail down.

So who do you call when you feel this way?  Your best friend of course.  
Thankfully Beth answered her cell phone on the second ring yet when I 
tried to say hello, all of a sudden I couldn’t help but burst into tears.  

“Hey, you all right girl?” a concerned voice came over the phone.  When I 
didn't answer she knew what to do.  “Just hang in there and I'll be right 
over.”

Like I said, she’s my best friend and I love her!

It was about thirty minutes later when Beth came in my bedroom.  She’d 
gotten a key to Kristi’s house even before I did, something I never quite 
understood but that’s another issue for another day.  Tossing her jacket 
on the floor, she sat down on the edge of my bed and put her hand on my 
bare shoulder, rubbing it gently.

“Hey girl, so what’s the story here anyway?”

I’d stopped crying not long after she’d hung up but now I felt for a 
moment like I was going to start in all over again but somehow I managed 
to keep the tears at bay.  Then I took a deep breath and explained to her 
what I’d done earlier in the day – and I mean everything.  Beth kept 
quiet, letting me have my say without interruption until I got to the 
part about the anal sex and her eyes widened.

“What?  No way... he really did THAT to you?”

Now as much as I disliked anal sex, Beth was one of those girls who liked 
it (another Key difference between us).  Actually we’d spent many a long 
evening discussing the pros and cons of anal sex but neither of us was 
willing to compromise our positions except to acknowledge that the other 
was entitled to her opinion.  Beth also was well aware that my father had 
never pushed me in this way to have anal before so she must have thought 
things had gone crazy between me and my dad.  It wasn't technically the 
first time he’d fucked my ass but it WAS the first time he’d done it 
against my will so I guess you could say it HAD gone crazy.

“Well, he fucked you in the ass... get over it girl.  Did you at least 
like it?” she asked with a little smirk, as if she expected me to 
suddenly be “converted”.

Glaring at Beth because she knew better than to even ASK such a question, 
I assured her that I had NOT enjoyed it but she just shook her head in 
mock amusement.  

“So what’s the big deal then?  Sounds like you have things worked out 
with your dad overall.”

For a moment I hesitated.  What WAS the problem anyway?  How could I 
explain to her the emptiness in me now, the lack of fulfillment.  She’d 
never been fucked by her father, she’d never felt her dad’s incestuous 
sperm erupting from his erect dick deep inside of her wet pussy.  She’d 
never had such an intimate relationship with her father so how could she 
possibly understand what I was feeling right now?

“Hey, I know what it is,” she announced with her hand together, an almost 
satanic grin on her face.

Uh-oh, I had this sinking feeling that I was about to be invited to one 
of her sex parties yet again, despite the fact I’d turned down like the 
last six offers before this.

“You need to get laid sister, and I don't mean by that boy-toy of yours 
Randy.  Nope, you need a good old-fashioned screwing.”

Yep, here it was, any second now she would say something like, “There’s a 
party tomorrow night so why don't you come with me so you can CUM with 
me?” or something else even more suggestive.

“So what do you say you and me hit the town Saturday night and see what 
kind of trouble we can get into?”

Now THAT caught me off guard... on a day when I thought nothing else 
could possibly surprise me again.  When Beth said “trouble” what she 
meant was going out and getting laid.  To could be with a boy OR a girl, 
either way would be fine with her.

My automatic response was to protest.  Like, it had been quite a while 
since I’d gone out and done something really crazy.  Kristi had been 
teasing me lately that I was becoming domesticated in my old age.  Then 
again, I WAS 25 now so it’s not like I was a reckless teenager anymore.  
Not surprisingly, Beth would have none of it.

“You don't seem to understand Kelly... I’m not ASKING you, I’m TELLING 
you.”

That made me laugh, as if she could really force me to do anything yet 
when push came to shove, sometimes it was like she had this remote 
control to my mind and could indeed make me do just about anything she 
asked.  To be fair, I knew how to push her buttons as well to get my way 
when I really wanted it so I guess we were even in that department.

As we laughed together, her hand surreptitiously slid down my bare back 
from my shoulder, her fingernails gently running down my spine all the 
way to my tailbone where her hand flattened out again and began to caress 
my bare butt – something she knew I loved.

“Now Beth... what are you doing?” I asked her teasingly, as if I didn't 
know already.

“Damn girl, you’re so tense... you need to loosen up a little,” she said 
softly back as she continued to touch my warm butt.

Suddenly it was like the entire room changed, like a curtain had drawn on 
the stage and everything looked and felt different.  Gone was the playful 
banter and the general chit-chat, replaced by a silence that was only 
broken when I couldn't help but moan softly as her hand squeezed my butt 
cheek.  God, I LOVED my butt to be played with and if anyone knew it, 
Beth did.

Beth pulled the sheet off of me, revealing my nude body to her as I laid 
on my stomach, enjoying the gentle touch of her hands as they lightly 
traced me all over.  Then she used both hands to move down the back of 
one leg all the way to my ankle and then back up the other, approaching 
coming teasingly close to my crotch but the suddenly veering away so as 
to give it a wide berth at the same time.  Then it was back up my spine 
again and over my shoulder blades until she was rubbing the tops of my 
shoulders and the back of my neck just under the hairline.

It felt incredible as she would run down my sides, coming again ever so 
close to the sides of my breasts but not quite touching them as she 
worked her way back to my butt yet again.  I felt a shiver run through me 
as her fingers ran down my butt crack, stopping just before they reached 
my asshole and then going back up again.

“Oh Beth... that feels soooooo good,” I sighed in a low whisper, my eyes 
closed as I concentrated on nothing but her tender touch.  Mmmmmmm, I 
could take this all day!

It wasn't long before Beth showed that she had other intentions as well.  
Pausing for a moment from her exploration of my nude body, she sat back 
and quickly undressed, dropping her jeans and top to the floor along with 
her bra, panties and anklets.  Next thing I knew I could feel the warmth 
of her naked body pressing up against mine as she laid on her side next 
to me, draping one leg over me so her bare crotch was pressed up against 
my hip bone.  She draped one arm over me, letting her large breast press 
against my side as she leaned forward to kiss my neck and just behind my 
ear.

“Mmmmmmm, you smell so good,” she cooed as she nibbled on my ear while 
grinding her crotch against my hip bone.

Well, she must like the scent of body soap!  Just imagine if she had 
smelled me when I first came home from my dad’s, especially given the way 
Kristi had picked up on it so fast.

Laying there like this I couldn't help but think about how hypocritical 
guys are when they press to watch two girls together but then they don't 
like to watch two guys together – especially if they are one of them.  
Then again, it’s at times like this when it’s easy for me understand.  
When I’m naked and laying up next to a guy who’s also naked, I LOVE the 
feeling of him against me, especially when his dick is erect and pressing 
into me as a sign of his lust for me.  I love a man’s strong arms around 
me, taking me as his and feeling the urgency of his desires.  Yet in the 
end, it’s not so much the actual physical sensation of him against me 
that turns me on as the intense emotions generated within me that makes 
me want to be with a man in such an intimate way.

In contrast, laying together nude with a girl like Beth is not so much 
physically enthralling as it is mentally.  Sure, the touch of her warm 
skin against me, so smooth and soft, felt absolutely WONDERFUL.  It’s 
like snuggling up to my favorite stuffed toy when I was a little girl – 
only this “toy” is living and breathing, filled with as much desire for 
me as I have for her.  The scent of her perfume, mixed with the musky 
smell of her sex as she grows more and more excited is simply 
intoxicating.  To feel her breasts against mine, our nipples touching and 
stimulating each other, is pure bliss.  Who would NOT like to feel such a 
wonderful creature next to them?

Yet as insanely wonderful as it may FEEL to be together with a girl like 
Beth, it goes way beyond just the usual physical sensations.  Knowing she 
is feeling the same desires as me, the same sensations, the same 
arousals, brings us closer together.  Feeling her pussy press against me 
tells me how much she desires me, and reminds me just how much I desire 
her as well.

I don't know how to describe it fully, but just that being together with 
a girl is like nothing else in the world.  There are other experiences 
which are also great, this one is just unique and ever so special.  No 
doubt a guy has to share some of the same feelings which is why he wants 
TWO girls, to double the pleasure.  Can I blame them?  No!

As all these thoughts revolved through my head, I just laid there 
motionless, enjoying the warmth of Beth’s smooth skin against me.  I 
loved the feel of the pressure of her bare leg over the back of mine.  
Then her hand began to work its way further down my ass, pressing with 
more urgency between my thighs as I parted them just enough to let her 
slip her hand in between.  At first she just cupped my warm crotch, her 
palm pressed against my pussy hole as her fingers moved upward to explore 
my slit and eventually they found my sensitive clit.  Her forearm nestled 
between my ass cheeks, spreading them apart yet they pushed back as if 
they were trying to grip her arm and hold it in place.

“Mmmmmmm, you’re so warm and wet,” she murmured as her fingers began to 
work their way between my pussy lips.  “Tell me Kelly, did your daddy cum 
in you?”

She slipped in that last question sort of unexpectedly.  Normally I 
didn't talk a lot to Beth about sex with my dad, especially after we’d 
called a truce after I’d done hers.  Of course it was something she knew 
I did, not to mention something she herself had done twice, but it wasn't 
the sort of thing we spent a lot of time discussing.  Yet now she seemed 
to be getting a little hot thinking about my dad’s cum that might still 
be leaking from me.

“Oh god Beth... he did... a lot.”

“Did your daddy make his little girl cum?’

“Ohhhhhh yesssssss,” I sighed as I recalled just how wonderful it had 
felt when he done that very thing.

Without another word she slipped a finger into me, closely followed by a 
second and once they were all the in as far as she could reach she 
started to gently stroke them in and out of my throbbing pussy.

“Oh yeah, I bet you want your daddy’s dick in you again right now... 
don't you?”

Like DUH!  Still, I answered her by saying, “Oh yesssssss... I want it so 
bad.  I want him to fuck me again”

Beth chuckled, startling me at first.  “Yeah but I bet you’d take ANY 
dick in you right now... you’re such a slut you don't care who’s it is so 
long as it’s in you... am I right or am I right?”

She had me!  “God yes... just fuck me!” I groaned as she worked her 
fingers in me.

Damn, Beth’s fingers were driving me nuts, not to mention the one she had 
planted over my clit that was making me practically jump off the bed each 
time she ran a little circle around the swollen source of so much 
pleasure.  Beth was pressing up even tighter against me now, squeezing 
her large breast up against me as she kissed my shoulder and back.

My hips began to press up against her hand, humping slightly now as I 
dreamed her fingers were my dad’s aroused dick in me again... or 
Randy’s... or ANY dick for that matter, just as she had said I wanted.  I 
loved the feel of her fingers in me but I would’ve given anything right 
then for a real cock to push its way into me.  I wouldn't even look to 
see whose it was, just so long as it was in me and fucking me ever so 
good.  If anything, that would be even hotter – to have a faceless cock 
suddenly press into me without warning, filling me with its firmness as I 
was left to wonder who it belonged to.

Beth pulled her hand away and before I could protest, she had her leg off 
of me as well and was pressing firmly on me to signal me to roll over 
onto my back.  No sooner had I done so then she twisted around and got on 
top of me, her face planted in my crotch with her own pussy hovering 
right over my eyes.  Without another word she dove in, her tongue 
attacking my clit with a vengeance.  God it felt so damn good!  It was a 
rare time when Beth licked my pussy but when she did, it was obvious 
she’d had plenty of practice in the past.

Reaching around her smooth legs, I put my hands on her large bottom and 
pulled her down to my face so I could lick her pussy as well.  God, she 
smelled so horny!  My nose pushed into her pussy slit, followed closely 
by my tongue as I tasted my best friend’s pussy for the first time in 
ages.  Mmmmmmm, she tasted wonderful but then to be fair, what girl 
didn't when she was horny?  For some girls pussy is an acquired taste but 
I’d loved the smell and flavor of mine from the first time I began to 
explore myself when I was just a pre-adolescent.

For the next hour or so, maybe even longer as I couldn't be sure, Beth 
and I enjoyed one another in a variety of different positions.  Sometimes 
we did each other together, other times just one would lick and fondle 
the other.  My favorite time was when I got out my beloved toy – my 
trusted double dildo and we both fucked the other in a manner of 
speaking.  I loved it especially because it was almost like she WAS 
fucking me in that I could feel every move she made inside of me, just as 
I would if a guy was fucking me.  What was extra special about a double 
dildo as compared to a regular one was that while I was feeling her, she 
was feeling me at the same time!

How many times we both came will always be a mystery as I lost count as 
my mind grew foggier and foggier with each one until it all seemed like 
one long orgasm, each chained up together with the next.  Finally we were 
both simply exhausted and she fell on her back next to me, each of us 
gripping our crotches with our hands as if to somehow calm down the storm 
that had been brewing down there all the time.  We turned to look at each 
other and I loved the look on her face, all flushed with sex and shiny 
with sweat.  Her hair was a disaster, as I was sure mine was as well.

“I love you Beth,” I said ever so softly in the silence.

“I love you too Kelly,” she replied as we leaned over to hug and kiss.  
It wasn't like we were lesbians ”in love” with one another.  It was 
simply the love two friends share.

Then we just stayed that way for the longest time, best friends holding 
each other as their naked bodies pressed tightly against one another.  
Yes, this was what being a best friend was all about!

When it finally came time for Beth to leave, she reminded me of my 
“promise” to go out with this coming Saturday.  I half-heartedly 
protested, saying I hadn’t made any such promise but Beth wouldn't take 
no for an answer.

“Now are you going to come with me or do I have to make you cum again?” 
she threatened, as if THAT was a threat.  Heck, I just might refuse just 
so she would “punish” me!

We both laughed at that and she finally left me, naked and totally 
drained.

It wasn’t until late in the afternoon before I got out of bed again, once 
again to face Kristi in the kitchen where she was running around without 
a shred of clothing on as usual.  At least I had the decency to wear a 
robe around the house, especially in the kitchen

“Damn Kristi, don't you EVER get chilled?” I teased her, smacking her 
tight little bottom with the palm of my hand.

Sometimes seeing her naked made me forget she was almost 23.  No wonder 
she still being carded at the movies.  She could have easily passed for 
being five or six years younger without anyone batting an eyelash.  While 
it was pain at times, I think she loved it when it came to the guys who 
always thought she was some young teenager – a misperception she often 
failed to correct.

Kristi just giggled.  It was the usual banter between cousins and then 
she pressed me for what Beth and I had been doing for so long in my 
bedroom.  

“Damn, you smell like sex again cuz!” she giggled, “Hmmmmmm, but this 
time you smell like pussy!  Were you being naughty with Beth?” She 
answered her own question with, “And why didn't you invite me?”

Again we both laughed as she knew full well what had gone on in my room 
earlier.  When I told her about our plans for the weekend, of course she 
tried to muscle her way in but I wanted this to be a night with just me 
and my best friend and ultimately Kristi conceded – for now at least.

So now I just had to wait for Saturday night.  It wasn't far off so far 
as the calendar was concerned but I knew the time would drag as it always 
did when I couldn't wait for a day to come.  Hmmmmmm, I wondered what 
Beth had planned for us?  I had no idea except for one thing... I 
couldn't wait to find out!


Chapter 3 – Getting Ready
=========================

I should’ve known at least in general what was coming by the time Beth 
came by to pick me up that Saturday evening.  For once I was dressed and 
ready to go on time.  Beth had probably assumed I would be my usual half-
hour late when she set up the time so now we were left with nothing to do 
for the next hour or so since it was so early.  Rather than just drive 
around and waste gas, Beth came in to visit with Kristi for a while.

Of course Kristi was still pretty put out that she wasn't invited to join 
us – something she made sure to give Beth an earful about.  The good 
thing about Beth was that she knew Kristi all too well to know she would 
hold a grudge.  There would be a next time and maybe that time it would 
be just her and Kristi.  God, I could only imagine what the two of the 
them together on their own would be like!

I was dressed in one of my sluttier outfits.  I’d pulled out of winter 
storage one of my summer skirts (something plaid was too “schoolgirl” and 
not really appropriate for this sort of evening) Although the hemline was 
down close to my knee it was slit up high almost to my hip on the left 
side so when I sat down and crossed my left leg over my right it allowed 
most of my thigh and even a bit of my rear to show if I wasn't careful – 
and I had no plans on being careful!

On top I had an almost sheer white blouse with frilly lace down the 
center, which was unbuttoned to one button below the center of cleavage 
so the jet black bra I had on underneath was clearly visible – as if you 
couldn't already see the outline through the sheer material of the blouse 
itself.  Yes... I was wearing a bra but in this case it was for show, not 
to be hidden underneath my clothes.

In addition to the bra, underneath I was wearing a French cut hipster 
thong that left little to the imagination but with just enough material 
so as to not quite reveal everything.  Sometimes I think hiding just a 
little is more sexy than simply baring everything from the start.  Like 
they say in showbiz, it’s always better to make them want more than to 
hand out everything in the first act.  It’s also a well-known fact by 
strippers that guys love the anticipation and sense of the unknown as 
much as the actual naked body.

Added in the ensemble were my favorite thigh-high hose, black of course, 
and so sheer it was almost like I didn't have anything on but yet made my 
legs look so much better after a winter with little to no sun.  Tanning 
booths scare me with all the threats of skin cancer so the hose helped 
out a lot at this time of year when you need to bare your legs.  Besides, 
when I sat down and did that leg- crossing thing the top elastic band of 
the hose would be revealed, something that always got more attention it 
seemed than if it was just my bare leg.  I guess technically someone 
isn’t suppose to see the top of your hose so by letting it show that 
makes it all the more erotic.  Like my mom use to say about dinner... 
it’s all in the presentation.

With an outfit like this, what other choice for shoes did I have than my 
flimsiest black heels?  Flats or a short heel would have looked horrible 
and besides, nothing like a pair of ridiculously high heels to make those 
thighs firm up and look great!  You don't girls wear heels because they 
feel good, do you?  LOL

Usually I’m not a big one for a lot of makeup but when you dress up like 
this, you can’t go out without making your face up along with it.  A 
darker eye shadow than I usually wear along with some eyeliner 
complimented my brown eyes.  Together it contrasted with my blonde hair 
which also should have told anyone I wasn't a natural blonde although 
with my pussy being shaved I couldn't prove it one way or the other!  
Just a little more perfume than usual and a splash of my old favorite 
Johnson’s Baby Powder between the legs and I was ready to go.

Beth was dressed to kill herself with a tight dark blue dress that hugged 
her body like Saran Wrap.  She may have been a little heavy for such an 
outfit but it really did make her ass look great.  How she sat down 
without it all bunching up around her hips was going to be an interesting 
experiment to watch!  What surprised me was it was strapless and with the 
low cut back there was no way she could wear a bra.  I knew the dress had 
a built-in supports but the poor thing didn't have a chance when it came 
to dealing with Beth’s large boobs.  Well, if nothing else you knew she 
was 100% the real deal – no silicone in those babies!

Kristi, who apparently reconciled herself to staying home, was dressed up 
for the occasion as well – wearing nothing but a pair of pink cotton 
panties.  I say dressed up because it was more than what she usually wore 
around the house!  With her perky boobs she didn't droop even a fraction 
of an inch so why bother with a bra?  She was definitely the “topless” 
type of girl, running around that way most of the time even when she wore 
panties or gym shorts – her favorite “around the house” wear if she was 
going to wear anything.

We were finally about ready to go when I had my back turned to Beth while 
facing Kristi to say something or another.  I saw Kristi’s face light up 
and from her mischievous grin I knew something was up.  Unfortunately I 
wasn't fast enough as Beth snuck up behind me, reached under my skirt and 
pulled my thong down to my ankles in one swift motion.

“C’mon girl, step out of these... they stay home tonight.”

Knowing it was useless to argue, I did as she said, after which she 
tossed my thong to Kristi who teased me by putting the crotch up to her 
nose and taking a long whiff and sighing rather melodramatically.  
Ignoring her little drama act, I turned to Beth with a look of 
exasperation.  

“Oh now don't look at me that way,” she said sternly, shaking her finger 
at me, “Besides, since when do you go out with panties on anyway?”

“Well my dress IS cut pretty high?” I said, sounding pretty lame even to 
myself.

“And your point?” Beth cut in, shaking her head at me like I was some 
silly girl.

“I don't know... I just thought it looked sexy on me,” I struggled to 
argue.

It wasn’t that I was all that worried about going out without panties.  
Actually I’d always loved the feeling of being bare under a dress or 
skirt, even as a little girl.  Heck, I can’t even remember the last time 
I sat in church with anything on underneath my dress but still, as I 
mentioned before I was hoping to tease a little tonight rather than just 
bare it all right from the start.

“And so it did,” Beth agreed, but then countered with, “But tonight we’re 
out to have fun, not just tease so they would’ve just gotten in the way 
anyway.”

To prove her point, she lifted up her own dress, or more like peeled it 
up and sure enough, her bare pussy was there for all the world to see as 
well – and with a lot less to hide it than I was wearing.

“Sluts!’ Kristi called out accusingly, then laughing as she fell back 
into the couch.  Talk about the kettle calling the pot black...

We all just laughed and then I gave Kristi a kiss goodbye as did Beth.  
Finally we were on our way!  I decided to leave my purse home so I 
wouldn't have to worry about it which meant leaving my cell phone home as 
well but then I didn't plan on doing a lot of chatting with anyone 
tonight.


Chapter 4 – Almost Losing My Bra
================================

Beth was driving and soon we were heading for some place she knew on the 
south side just across the river from the main city.  It was an area 
where a lot of the old-time saloons and bars from the long-gone steel era 
had been redone over the years, some of them quite well and they often 
held specials for girls, especially on weekends.  It was another good 
reason to be a girl – no cover charges and if you played your cards 
right, you wouldn't pay for anything else inside either.  

Yep, it’s good to be a girl...

The parking lot was already pretty full, even thought it was barely ten 
o’clock, but Beth’s little car fit easily into an open spot close to the 
door.  It was chilly but I didn't want to worry about my coat so I left 
it in the back seat and hurried into the front entrance.  Some gorgeous 
hunk opened the door for us and welcomed us in while stopping the guys 
after us to demand their payment to the empire.  In our case, our looks 
and outfits were our payment and I was confident from the stares we were 
already getting that we more than met the cover charge.

The place was predictably crowded.  There wasn't an open table or a spot 
at the bar but that didn't bother me as I knew from past experience that 
we wouldn’t be standing for long.  Sure enough, we hadn’t been there a 
minute before two guys approached us carrying beers.

“Hey girls, we’ve got room at our table so why not join us?” the taller 
one announced.  Damn, both of them looked pretty good actually and I 
glanced at Beth who smiled demurely at me.  Well, why waste any time if 
you didn't have to?  Sometimes you lucked out from the start and 
sometimes you didn't.  Tonight it looked like we’d hit the jackpot in the 
first round.

Their table was actually already full with all six chairs occupied but it 
was all guys and I barely caught myself from laughing as they all got up 
at once to offer us their seats.  It was times like this when a girl has 
to be careful.

Guys might not think about it but there’s a definite science and strategy 
involved when a girl picks where to sit.  You just can’t take any seat – 
you have to think ahead and understand the benefits and consequences.  
For instance, the first question was would we sit together or apart?  
Being it was so early in the evening, sitting together was the right 
choice.  Allowing ourselves to be split apart meant we would each 
surrounded by horny guys with no help from the other.  It also meant we 
couldn’t play together a little bit if we decided to tease them – which 
we both had every intention of doing.

So a lesson for the guys here... When you see two or more girls sitting 
close together, it usually means they aren't ready to DO anything quite 
yet, they just want to scope things out and see what happens.  You can 
try “splitting one off from the herd”, but good luck with that.

Now later in the evening, assuming things were working out as planned, we 
would probably split up but even then we would still stay near enough to 
one another that we could “rescue” the other if need be.  At the same 
time we would be far enough apart to where the guys weren’t as 
intimidated and would likely be more aggressive.

So in summary for the guys... sitting together means we’re teasing, 
sitting apart means we want to get laid.  Now Is that easy enough for you 
guys to understand?

The waitress stopped by to see if we wanted anything.  She took one look 
at Beth and me and her nose turned up a bit.  Bitch.  Yeah, like WE were 
the sluts with her wearing a t-shirt two sizes too small without a bra 
and shorts that left half her ass hanging out.  Actually, the waitress 
was pretty hot and undoubtedly she would be going home with plenty of 
tips.

I ordered my usual – a Diet Coke while Beth asked for some sort of wine.  
The guys went for a couple more pitchers of beer on top of who knows how 
much they’d already drunk – plenty from the looks of things already.

So now we were all seated with the initial formalities out of the way.  
As they say... let the games begin...

Really, for two experienced sluts like Beth and me, it was like shooting 
fish in a barrel.  Heck, for that matter what experience did a girl need 
in this “target rich” environment?  I didn't have to do anything but sit 
there and the guys practically fell over themselves competing for my 
attention.  It was a little sad and I almost had to feel sorry for them - 
almost.

Beth was sitting sideways in her chair, pretending to tug at her dress to 
pull it down but not putting enough pressure on it to really do anything.  
If anything, her constant fussing with it just drew all the more 
attention to the fact that her entire thigh was exposed along with a peek 
of her ass – something I was sure was her intention all along.

Come to think about it, it was more than “shooting fish in a barrel”, it 
was a little pathetic in that guys don't seem to have a clue about how to 
get a girl interested in them.  All that macho crap where they pick on 
each other and see who can be the rudest and crudest does nothing for me.  
Still, it’s what a girl has to endure if she wants a free night out – not 
to mention getting laid herself.  

One advantage of being a girl we that all I would’ve had to do was grab 
any one of them and haul them off to the restroom and I’m sure I could’ve 
had most anything I wanted.  Still, I wasn't THAT desperate or THAT horny 
– not yet at least.  

When our waitress FINALLY returned with our drinks (I doubted her manager 
would’ve been very happy with her tardiness in serving a group like this) 
I saw she had something else on her little round tray – a large pair of 
scissors.  In fact, they probably could have been classified as shears 
they were so big.  Now what were THEY for????

It wasn't long before I found out as Beth apparently had it all planned 
out ahead of time.  I should have been suspicious when she insisted that 
I remove my panties but didn't even tease me about my bra.  Then there 
her not wearing one in the first place... and in her case a bra actually 
helped her figure more than going without one.  It had been too long 
since we had partied like this and my “spidey senses” had obviously 
dulled as in the past few months!

Beth poked me in the side and pointed towards the bar.  I looked but 
couldn’t figure out what she was trying to show me so she leaned closer 
to my ear so I could hear her better and she told me to look OVER the 
bar.  My heart skipped a beat when I saw what had to be a hundred or more 
bras hanging from hooks over the bar.  It reminded me of clubs where ties 
were snipped off and hung up like trophies, only this place seemed to 
specialize more on women wearing what they apparently considered to be 
“inappropriate” attire.  

“Guess who’s is gonna be up there next?” Beth taunted me.

Ordinarily, taking my bra off in public wasn't THAT big of a deal.  In 
fact, I’d no doubt that sooner or later it would be coming off before the 
night was done – why else wear one?  Still, that all assumed I got to 
take it home with me.  Bras aren't exactly cheap, at least not the ones I 
buy.  Even the more utilitarian ones I get at Penny’s and Macys for 
school, designed for comfort versus show, weren’t exactly inexpensive.

When it comes to those I buy to wear out on a night like this, now that’s 
a different story entirely.  For instance the one I had on now came from 
Victoria’s Secret where I think they double the price just to put the 
label on.  Sure it made my boobs look great – why else do women pay for 
them?  Sheer black, it had sculpted lace edges and a thin underwire that 
pushed my boobs up and together to create an incredible illusion of 
cleavage – perfect when you wore an unbuttoned blouse like I was wearing 
now.

Looking at the shears, I had this sudden realization that someone 
intended to CUT my bra off and THAT just wasn’t going to happen.  I’d 
find some way to go home with it but that assumed it stayed in one piece.  
Well, a good offence is suppose to be the best defense so I decided that 
if I was going to have to take off my bra, it would at least be on my 
terms.

The waitress started to reach for the shears as the guys started 
chanting, “no bras allowed” and I saw that everyone around us was now 
turning to look and see what was going on.  I motioned the bitchy 
waitress to get lost and stood up, holding my hands up like I was 
surrendering, which technically I guess you could say was just what I was 
doing.

“Ok, OK... hold your horses!” I said, trying to get them to stop their 
chants and lewd comments.  “If you all shut up I'll take it off... OK?”

At first it was like they hadn’t heard a word I said but then a couple of 
the guys seemed to get the message and started hushing their compatriots 
until the overwhelming din became a low murmur.  It was probably the best 
I could hope for so I knew I’d better do something before they got wound 
up again.

Pretending to be exasperated, which wasn't really that much of a stretch, 
I reached under my blouse and pushed the bra strap off my left shoulder 
and then reached under the sleeve to pull it down and over my arm.  THAT 
shut the rest of them up for a moment but then the murmur started again 
as I reached under the other side and repeated it for the strap on that 
side.  Reaching into my all but unbuttoned blouse, I twisted the bra 
around me until the snaps were in front and undid the two hooks that were 
keeping it together, allowing me to pull the bra out from my blouse in 
one swift motion like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.

For a brief moment my left boob fell out but I quickly readjusted the 
blouse to cover myself again.  Not that it had anything being as sheer as 
it was, but at least I was technically covered so nobody could claim I 
was being indecent in public.  OK, so maybe if there was a family there 
the parents might not like their kids seeing my breasts outlined with my 
dark nipples clearly outlined through the sheer fabric.  Then again, who 
would bring their kids to a place like this in the first place, at least 
this late at night?

“Give it up!” the waitress said, reaching for my bra, apparently 
intending to add it to their collection.

Well, I wasn't about to let Miss Bitch have my expensive bra, so I handed 
it to Beth who thankfully put it in her purse which she had fortunately 
brought along with her.  The crowd didn't seem too pleased to be robbed 
of their prize, but they seemed to quickly forget it as I saw umpteen 
sets of eyes glued to my chest.  It was easy to see why as what was 
intended to be an erotic blouse showing off my lingerie was now the moral 
equivalent of a peep show.

“Take off your blouse!” some buffoon called out.

I just shook my head and smiled.  This wasn't a strip club after all, so 
there were limits to what you could do without getting in trouble.  A 
quick flash and a naughty blouse were one thing but taking off my top 
could become a whole different ballgame.

“You knew about this, didn't you?” I said accusingly to Beth with a bit 
of a grin that was meant to take the edge off.

“Well duh... just be glad I brought my purse with or that fancy thing 
would be hanging from the ceiling now,” she retorted.

With the show over, if you could call it that, things seemed to calm down 
a bit while another round of drinks was brought.  I was even starting to 
get a little bored but then I should have had more faith in Beth...


Chapter 5 – Upping the Ante
===========================

“You horny yet?”

Beth leaned back after whispering in my ear with a playful grin.  I could 
tell she was getting a little restless with all the coy talk and teasing.  
Something told me SHE was the one who was horny, but it wasn't like she 
was the only one.  God, it had been a long time since I’d gone out and 
done anything like this and so I was ready to step things up notch or 
two... or ten.

By now we had each been each flanked by a couple of the bolder guys who 
had brought their chairs up right next to ours.  They each had one arm 
around us leaving the other to do whatever - which in this case meant 
doing their best to feel us up under the table.  It didn't take long 
before I felt a hand on my thigh.  Boy, he wasn't even going to start at 
the knee like most men do, trying to be subtle.  No, this guys went 
straight for my mid-thigh which was exposed as I had my outside leg next 
to him slung over my other knee, letting the slit in my skirt give him 
easy access.  

I didn't say a word, or make any other response for that matter, letting 
him take my silence for acquiescence which he readily did.  Looking over, 
I saw Beth’s new friend was doing much the same, except in her case her 
skirt was so short most of her leg was showing without having to slip 
through a slit.

It was the same old game every guy and girl have played probably since 
the beginning of time.  I bet some ancient cave man use to sit next to 
his cave girl and try to see how far up her animal skin he could get 
before she pushed him away.  The fun part for me was to see how bold he 
would get if I just ignored him, pretending I didn't even notice what he 
was doing by carrying on a conversation with Beth and the other guys 
while he groped me practically right out in the open.

“I bet my guy finds out I’m not wearing panties before yours does,” I 
said into Beth’s ear, covering my mouth with my hands so nobody could 
tell what I was saying to her.

Beth glanced down at my lap where she could see the guy’s hand had 
disappeared now under my skirt as he was moving more to the soft inside 
of my thigh.  Her guy had most of his hand under her hemline now, meaning 
he wasn't all that far from his destination.  Hmmmmmm, it was going to be 
a close call no matter who “won”.

“OK... You’re on,” she said back, not bothering to hide what she was 
saying, leaving everyone to undoubtedly wonder what we were discussing 
between ourselves.

We didn't have to discuss the bet, it was all just for honor anyway.  
We’d played similar games before and had long since established the 
rules, the most important being you couldn't “help” – no words of 
encouragement, using your hands, opening your legs, or anything like 
that.  He had to do it all on his own – whatever “it” may turn out to be.

Actually, most guys lost their nerve when it came to groping a girl’s 
pussy in public, especially in a group like this.  Had we been in a booth 
or someplace more private it would be a different story but here it 
didn't take all that much for anyone to see what was happening below the 
table top.  Most guy were all talk but not so brave when it came down to 
it unless they were really drunk.

My guy had tried to get over the top of my leg but that was difficult 
with my legs crossed as they were so he tried a different strategy.  This 
time he started to reach UNDER my upper leg, sliding his hand between my 
upper thigh and the chair bottom.  It would have been a lot easier for 
him had I just shifted my weight enough to take the pressure off his hand 
but I knew Beth was keeping tabs on me as much as I was on her and she 
would cry foul if I did anything so blatant.

Beth’s guy seemed to having the same problem, which was made even more 
difficult as Beth’s legs were a bit heavier than mine.  He seemed to be 
abandoning his quest for her crotch in favor of a flanking maneuver, 
running his hand up more on her hip than towards the middle.  The fault 
in this maneuver, at least so far as the bet between Bath and me was 
concerned, was that she could be wearing a high-cut thong which meant he 
would have to reach way up her dress to be sure if she was wearing any 
panties or not.

God, was this guy EVER going to just DO it?  It was hard to sit like this 
pretending like nothing was happening, talking to people about some inane 
subject while Mr.  Hand was working his way up and under my leg.  His 
fingers were almost there now, past the tops of my hose and the urge to 
lean over just a little to help him make this final move was almost 
irresistible.  Still, I wasn't going to let Beth win by default, not when 
I was so clearly in the lead.  Hey, it was my honor at stake!

Bingo!  I felt a light brush as his finger tentatively made contact with 
my pussy.  Well, if nothing else he knew I wasn't wearing anything over 
it!  With my victory in hand, literally, I nudged Beth who frowned and 
pushed her guy away as he wasn't making any real headway in the first 
place.  As for me, enough was enough so I shifted myself in the chair 
such that his hand was no longer under me.  It was then I acknowledged 
him for the first time, looking over at him and smiling naughtily.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

He seemed to be a little bit embarrassed but he maintained his composure 
and replied, “Actually I didn't... but that’s OK.” 

You had to give him credit, he was pretty quick.  I looked at Beth and 
she nodded.  No words were needed when you knew the other person as well 
as we knew each other.  Play time was over.  It was time to separate the 
men from the boys - literally.  I saw her lean to say something to the 
guy who had been feeling her up and I took her cue to do the same with 
mine.  I knew what she was saying as we’d both played this game before.

“Isn’t there somewhere we can go where you can see what else you can find 
– or not?”

At first I think he couldn’t believe that I’d actually said that.  I 
suppose after chasing after girls for who knows how many nights in his 
life, only to be teased mercilessly and left with nothing to do but 
masturbate later about what MIGHT have happened, this must have been like 
a wet dream come true.  Admittedly, I’d done such things to guys myself 
many an evening, leading him on, letting him buy me things and take me 
places, only to leave him behind with his dick all hard and horny.  Sorry 
guys, it’s a girl’s world out there!

“Yeah... sure,” he finally stammered back.  Then he noticed his friend 
next to Beth motioning to him and the two of them got up to talk between 
themselves.  I grinned at Beth and asked her what she’d said to him.

“I asked him if he wanted to fuck me... sheesh Kelly, what else would I 
be asking him?”

That’s my Beth.  Why be subtle when you can be outrageous?  I just shook 
my head but then why should I be surprised.  It’s not like it was the 
first time she'd used that line.  After all, why change horses when you 
have something that works every time?

Typically when we went out like this we would trade off between a few 
guys, teasing and flirting and just having a good time with some harmless 
fun.  For the price of a few gropes and wandering hands, we didn't pay a 
thing and everyone did everything for us – not a bad deal in my book.

Tonight, however, it was obvious Beth had other things in mind.  I guess 
she figured if she couldn't talk me into going to one of her sex parties, 
then the next best thing would be to make one of our own.  She wasn’t 
joking when she said earlier that she was going to get me laid!  Then 
again, when it comes to planning for sex, Beth never jokes, at least not 
seriously.


Chapter 6 – Driving to the Hotel
================================

Now that we had our two “willing participants”, there wasn't much need to 
hang around.  Beth grabbed her purse – with my bra safely tucked away 
(she wasn't about to give it back to me yet).  We looked at the guys, 
waiting for them to get moving, until finally they seemed to understand 
that we were serious!  I couldn't blame them.  How many times had they 
been teased in the past by girls like us, only to be dumped at the last 
second while they laughed and walked away?  Well.  these guys must have 
thought they had hit the lottery as they high- fived it with their 
friends, all of whom were staring at Beth and me, undoubtedly wishing now 
that they’d been the ones with the balls to approach us first.

We went outside where it had chilled considerably, reminding me that my 
jacket was still in Beth’s car.  It was then everyone seemed to come to 
the same realization at the same time – where the heck were we going?  No 
way they were coming back to my house – not with Kristi lying in wait for 
some unsuspecting guy to walk into her lair.  Beth was still with her 
parents so THAT was totally out of the question.  As for the guys, who 
knew?  For that matter, I didn't even know their names, let alone 
anything about their living arrangements.

“I’m Kelly by the way,” I said to the guy who had been feeling me up just 
a few minutes before.  He seemed embarrassed that I had to be the one to 
start the introductions and he quickly said his name was Tim and then 
introduced his friend as Matt.  Beth then gave them her first name so at 
least we could call each other by name now.

Apparently neither of them had actually thought they actually had a 
realistic chance in hell of talking a girl home tonight because they both 
hemmed and hawed about going to their places.  For all I knew they may be 
living with their parents or whatever.  They looked to be in their upper 
twenties at least so at least I was confident they weren’t living in a 
dorm room!  Still, for whatever reason they weren’t exactly forthcoming 
about their living arrangements – not that Beth and were either but then 
we were the girls so we didn't have to.  This sort of thing was the guy’s 
responsibility so far as I was concerned.

“So are you guys too cheap for a decent hotel room or what?” Beth finally 
burst out, obviously a little perturbed at the delay tactics.

Matt looked at Tim and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “Why not?” 
Tim seemed to be the one more in charge though.

“Hey I’m freezing here so can somebody just DO something?” I huffed, my 
arms wrapped around me trying to keep warm in my flimsy blouse.  God, my 
nipples were poking out like spikes through my blouse from the chill.

Eventually it got worked out where I would ride with Tim in his car to 
the hotel while Matt would drive Beth’s car behind us.  We’d settled on 
the Sheraton at Station Square.  On the map it wasn't that far away but 
with the roads and such in this part of town, it would take a bit of 
doing to get there, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes at least.

Beth’s car was on the opposite side of the building as Tim’s so Beth gave 
me a kiss on the lips while the guys stared and then she and Matt headed 
for her car while I went along with Tim to find his.  He hit the button 
on his key and the lights ahead of us flashed on.  Wow, it was this big 
white pickup truck decked out with fancy big wheels.  It must have been a 
4-wheel drive from how high it stood off the ground and for a moment I 
thought about how I was going to climb up without revealing my bare ass 
but then caught myself and almost laughed out loud.  Like, why would I 
NOT want to flash him?

Tim at least opened the door for me as I grabbed the handle and pulled 
myself in, making sure to lean over so he could verify for himself now 
that wasn't wearing any panties.  If he noticed (how could he NOT?), then 
he didn't say anything but I was pretty sure he did.  It was chilly in 
the cab so I was hoping he would hurry and get the thing started so I 
could warm up.  My coat was in Beth’s car but I had assumed it would be 
OK to go a few more minutes without it rather than traipse all over the 
parking lots.  Maybe that was a bad decision!

The first thing I noticed was that the truck had a bench seat in it!  
Wow, I hadn’t been in a car with a bench seat in ages.  Then again, I 
don't ride in many trucks, my dad’s SUV being the closest usually, so I 
wasn't sure how many had bench seats without a console in the center.  
Hmmmmmm, this quick trip might be better than I’d imagined.

Tim climbed in on his side and started up the truck with a loud roar.  It 
must have been a diesel from the way it sounded like a semi-truck, 
another first for me come to think of it.

“Sorry, it needs to warm up a second,” he apologized, looking over at me, 
“diesel and all, you know.”

Actually, I didn't know but who cared.  All I knew was that the truck 
wasn't the only thing that needed warming up.  It was a little odd in 
that as chilly as I was on the outside, I was feeling hot and horny as 
hell on the inside.  Well, I might not be able to warm the truck up any 
faster, but I knew how to take my mind off the chill... “So Tim, did you 
enjoy feeling me up in there?” I asked in as sultry a voice as I could 
muster, moving over closer to him on the seat while tucking my legs up 
and under me with my feet on the seat.

If anything, my teasing question embarrassed Tim which I thought was 
rather sweet.  Better that reaction than some macho response from a guy 
with a huge ego.  Reaching over, I put my hand on his crotch and I could 
feel the bulge of his dick plainly under his jeans.

“Now it’s MY turn to do the exploring... is that OK with you Tim?”

Like he was going to say “no”?  Not hardly.  Actually he didn't say 
anything, just a sharp intake of air when I grabbed the bulge with my 
hand, finally getting my first handful of his dick, even if it was 
through the fabric of his jeans.

“Mmmmmmm, do you want me Tim?” I asked softly, more a rhetorical question 
as I already knew the answer.  “Well... I want your dick... now.”

Cute.  He seemed startled when I started to unzip his jeans, pulling it 
all the way down and then attacking his buckle.  It gave me a little 
resistance but nothing I couldn't overcome and soon I was undoing his 
jeans, opening them up until I could see his grey boxer shorts 
underneath.  With his jeans out of the way, that enticing bulge was even 
more noticeable.  Poor Tim was just staring down at my hands, probably 
not sure if this was real, a dream, or some sort of cruel prank where I 
was going to leave him high and dry after teasing him.

Rubbing his cock through his underwear with the palm of my hand, I 
grinned at him and then looked back down at his crotch.  Tim hadn’t moved 
an inch, mesmerized by this unexpected “Dear Penthouse” moment.  If 
anything, his reaction just got me all the more turned on.  It’s a lot 
more fun to surprise a guy who maybe has never experienced this sort of 
attention than some egotistical “lady’s man” who thinks he is God’s gift 
to women. 

Tim was undoubtedly a few years older than me but in some ways he seemed 
younger, almost naïve.  Next I pulled the elastic band of his shorts down 
so the top was about half way down his dick, exposing him finally to my 
hungry eyes – and his as well.  I could feel him shifting uncomfortably 
in his seat now as the truck idled away.  Any thoughts he may have had of 
driving off seemed to have disappeared, for the moment at least.  Feeling 
naughty, I gripped the shaft in my hand, feeling the warmth of his 
wonderful dick against my palm as my fingers wrapped around it.  

“Mmmmmmm, you have a nice dick Tim,” I complimented him, “But I bet you 
hear that from all the girls, don't you?”

“Ummmmm, well...” he stammered.  Of course I already knew he had NOT 
heard such things based on his reactions so far but it just made it all 
the more fun to tease him a little.

“Do you mind if I suck your dick Tim?” I asked, trying to sound like I 
really WAS asking him.

I may as well have asked him if he wanted to keep breathing as there was 
no way he was ever going to say no.  No guy ever does.  He didn't answer 
right away so I asked again saying, “I really DO want to suck it, is that 
OK with you?”

“You mean here?... Now?” he finally got out in a voice maybe an octave 
higher than before.

“Why not?” I asked innocently, as if sucking his cock in the middle of a 
public parking lot was just something normal that I did every day.  Well, 
for ME I guess it was.

“But what if someone sees us?”

Yeah right, sitting what felt like ten feet off the ground, who was going 
to see us without a step ladder?  Even if someone did notice something 
was going on,  they wouldn't see my blonde head in his lap.

Enough was enough, I really DID want to suck him so before anything else 
could happen I leaned over and laid down on the bench seat with my head 
over his crotch and quickly took his dick in my mouth before he really 
knew what was happening.  Holding the elastic down, I was able to take 
most of his smooth shaft in my mouth without even trying very hard.  He 
was maybe six inches or so, nothing spectacular but not the smallest I’d 
sucked by any means.

“Oh my god!” he gushed, stiffening up as I sucked hard on his cock which 
was now engulfed in my mouth.

Just then a car horn sounded lightly next to us and I recognized it as 
Beth’s car.  I couldn't see for sure but Tim’s reaction cleared up any 
doubt.  He tried to push my head off his lap but I wasn't letting go of 
his dick now that I finally had it.  Face it, when a girl has a guy’s 
cock in her mouth, between her teeth, it doesn't leave him with a lot of 
leverage to work with.

“It’s Matt and Beth!” he hissed at me, “We have to go!”

I wondered if Beth was doing anything like this to Matt but then in her 
little car with the large console and small seats, it would have required 
some pretty good gymnastics moves for her to be sucking Matt’s dick.  No 
doubt she’d resigned herself to waiting for the hotel room.  I bet she 
knew exactly what I was doing now though, and I felt good knowing she was 
probably more than a little jealous at the moment.  Well, served her 
right for putting me in this situation in the first place!

I took my mouth off of him just long enough to respond by saying, “So 
what?  Do you need your dick to drive?”

It was at moment I think when it hit him that I intended to suck him off 
while we were driving to the hotel.  For goodness sakes, isn’t this like 
every guy’s fantasy... to be sucked off while he drives down the road?  
You would think he would be pushing me to do it all the more, not trying 
to get me to stop.

“I don't fucking believe this is happening,” I heard him mumble to 
himself as he put it in gear and pulled out from the space where he had 
backed in earlier.

Meanwhile, I was enjoying the taste of Tim’s cock in my mouth.  Mmmmmmm, 
it had been a long time since I’d had strange dick.  While Randy and I 
weren’t exclusive, we went out so much that I simply didn't have time to 
see many other guys.  Of course I had a few close friends that I kept in 
touch with, literally, but they were just fuck buddies, arrangements we 
had worked out a long time ago.  End result was I could hardly remember 
the last time I had fucked a total stranger’s dick, especially in a 
situation such as this.  Mmmmmmm, I DID need to get out more, just like 
Beth was trying to tell me.

Trying to suck Tim’s dick while he navigated the turns and twists of the 
roads in this part of town was a bit of a harrowing experience at times 
but he put his hand on my back to help me from being tossed off the seat 
during some of the sharper turns and quick stops.  He wasn't saying a 
word but I could tell from the occasional moan and groan, or the way he 
would jump just a little when my tongue hit just the right spot, that he 
was enjoying himself.

After a bit I had a feeling we weren’t too far away so my goal became to 
see if I could make him cum before we got there – not the easiest task 
when a guy’s attention is diverted from his crotch at times, no matter 
what is going on down there.  From the speed he was driving we must have 
been in the Station Square area so I redoubled my efforts.

Just a quick note... When it comes to cock sucking, like fucking, how and 
what you do depends a lot on what your goal or purpose is at the time.  I 
don't always just want to make him cum as soon as possible, what’s the 
fun in that?  If I’m on a couch with a guy, watching a movie or TV show, 
I love to just suck lightly on his dick, squeezing it at the base to keep 
him in control.

The ultimate is to have him right on the verge of cumming but manage to 
just keep him from going over the edge to where the precum is flowing 
liberally but he doesn't quite make it all the way.  Mmmmmmm, delicious 
and it drives the guy absolutely insane.  Still, there ARE time when 
speed is of the essence, like now, so I have to change my entire 
technique to where I concentrate on the things that he responds to, the 
things that make him squirm uncontrollably, the things that make him gasp 
involuntarily or beg for more.

Despite my best efforts, Tim was putting the truck in gear before I had 
him cumming and for a moment, I thought he intended to make us both get 
out without reaching the finish line.  Now THAT would have sucked – no 
pun intended.

“I want you to cum in my mouth Tim,” I encouraged him.  It was more than 
just a simple request.  I knew men LOVED me to say that to them when I 
sucked them and I was pretty sure Tim proved to be no exception.  Indeed, 
it seemed to do exactly what I had intended – give him that last little 
shove to make him fall off the cliff edge.

“Oh fuck!” he gasped as he put his hands on my head and pushed my face 
into his crotch.  It was a good sign, if a somewhat uncomfortable one, at 
least for me.  

The first shot of cum struck the back of my mouth, flowed by another and 
then yet another.  Mmmmmmm, it tasted wonderful, despite all the beer 
he’d been drinking earlier.  I clamped my kips down hard on his shaft, 
right below the ridge of the head of his dick, letting it act as a seal 
to keep his cum from leaking past my lips.  Over and over he shot one 
load of cum after another into my mouth, like some sort of sperm machine 
gone wild.

Finally he stopped, well that is with a few minor aftershocks that he 
couldn't control later while I suckled on his now shrinking dick..  I let 
some of it drool out of my mouth so it dribbled down his shaft and then 
bobbed on his dick again to suck it clean.  Each time I did that I could 
feel him shudder from the sexual pleasure I was giving him.  

“Of fuck, that was incredible!” he sighed.  Then he jumped as there was a 
knock on the driver’s window.  I looked up, feeling a little bit of cum 
hanging down from my chin.  There was Matt, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh crap, he sees you,” Tim said, sounding a little anxious.

“So?” I questioned, “I bet he just wishes HE was the one with his cum in 
my mouth right now.”

Sitting up, I tried to wipe the cum that was on my chin into my mouth 
while Matt just stared at me through the window.  I didn't see Beth but 
then from my angle she could have been right next to the truck and I 
never would’ve seen her.

Looking at Tim, I grinned and asked, “So tell me Tim, did you enjoy the 
drive over here?”

“Oh fuck, that was the most incredible blowjob I’ve EVER had,” he sighed 
long and hard.  “I never dreamed anything like this would ever happen to 
me.”

He had this dreamy look in his eyes get always seem to get after they 
have cum especially hard and it was almost like he was in a trance.  He 
just sat there with his pants open and his shrunken dick now flaccid in 
his lap, covered with my spit and his cum.

A rap on the window and there was Matt and Beth, looking in this time and 
there was no way they could’ve mistaken what had been going on with me 
sitting up now, wiping my face with the back of my hand.  Tim quickly 
pulled up his shorts and did his jeans which just made the two of them 
outside laugh as it was obvious as well as to what Tim was doing, even if 
they couldn't get an angle to see down into the truck cab.

Tim got out and I scooted over to get out on the same side.  As I slid 
down my skirt pulled up to my waist and before I could pull it down, Matt 
got a good look at what was underneath – or rather wasn’t.  Of course, 
it’s not Like I rushed all that hard to pull it down either.  He ribbed 
Tim and said something to him I couldn't quite make out but I had a good 
idea what it must have been about.  Meanwhile, Beth had been thoughtful 
enough to bring me my jacket.  She helped me put it on from behind and I 
could hear her whisper into my ear.

“You nasty little slut... couldn't wait until we drove fifteen minutes, 
had to suck him on the way over, didn't you?”

Grinning, I turned my head to her and replied, “You’re just jealous that 
you got stuck in the tiny car and couldn't do his cock for yourself.”

She didn't have to answer, the sly grin on her face spoke more than any 
words could.  Beth loved to suck cock too... maybe not as much as I did 
but then I LOVED sucking dick whereas Beth preferred to get down to 
fucking as soon as possible.  She could eat a girl for hours (trust me, I 
know) but when it came to sucking dick, it was almost like she did it 
just enough to get him rock hard so he could fuck her more than anything 
else.  

We headed for the lobby, the guys walking ahead of us while Beth and I 
held each other’s arms as we walked a few paces behind them.  I guess you 
could forgive the guys, it wasn't like we were their dates or anything 
yet at the same time, I expected a little more respect than a whore would 
get.  By the time we got to the lobby though, we had caught up with them 
and I grabbed Tim’s arm, whether he wanted me to or not.

At the desk, it was a bit comical as neither of them had appeared to have 
given much thought as to how to handle this once they got there.  It 
might have been easier had the clerk been a guy but instead it was an 
older lady who clearly had me and Beth pegged from the moment we stepped 
up to the counter.

“Ummmmm... we need a room,” Tim said.  The woman looked at him, than at 
the rest of us, and then back at him again.

“How many nights?”

Yeah, like we looked like we were staying the weekend.  Tim answered and 
she continued.  

“For how many?” she asked.

It was obvious from the snotty tone of her voice that she was just being 
a little bitch.  Now if it had been a guy, he would have not said 
anything and arranged for a single room, knowing what the story was here.  
It’s not like it wasn't obvious what we were there for.

“Well, the four of us,” Tim answered, looking at the rest of us as if he 
was expecting someone to say something different.

“Two double beds or a king size?”

Now she was just taunting him.  In the end, did it matter?  Well, not to 
me and Beth but I had a feeling already that these guys were not the most 
experienced in the world and to throw us all on one bed, no matter how 
big, might cause some serious performance issues with them being so close 
to one another.  Thus the answer was obvious – double bed, and she knew 
it, or at least she should have known unless she was a complete idiot.  
On the contrary, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing, the 
bitch.

“Two double bed... you have a problem with that?” I snapped at her.

She seemed a little taken aback by that and stopped her little teasing 
routine.  Sheesh, all we wanted was room to have some fun in, not 
negotiate an international treaty or something.  I didn't care what was 
in the room so long, just so long as we got the key fast.

Tim had to have his credit card swiped and then the woman finally handed 
over two room keys.

“Will two keys be enough, sir?”

At that point even Tim had had enough and he just grabbed the keys and 
pulled me towards the elevators.  Once we were all inside, Matt pushed 
the button for our floor and the doors closed, serving as a signal for 
Beth to get things started early herself.  She reached down into Matt’s 
pants and smiled wickedly at him, then at me and then back at Matt again.

“Sorry I couldn't suck you off on the way over her like my friend did to 
yours.  Can I make it up to you now?”

By then we were already at our floor but mission accomplished.  I could 
see Beth was a little more happy with herself for having at least made an 
attempt – not to mention the looks Matt and Tim were exchanging as we 
stepped out of the elevator and went to our room.

As we stepped into the room, I grabbed Beth by the ass and squeezed.  
Yep, this was going to be interesting if the trip getting over here was 
any indication.


Chapter 7 – Teasing the Boys
============================

Once in the room I took a quick look around to scope it out.  It was 
pretty much your standard hotel room with the requested two double beds.  
A small bathroom was off the side as you came in with a mirrored closet 
opposite of it.  A large flat screen TV was mounted on the dresser to the 
side of another large mirror on the wall.  There was a small desk with 
what looked to be a comfortable chair along with a stuffed chair closer 
to the heater/air conditioning unit.  The beds had the typical ugly 
covers (who picks out these fashion monstrosities anyway?) with 
headboards mounted to the wall instead of being freestanding.  A central 
nightstand had a phone and clock and that was about it.  I guess I was 
expecting a little more from a Sheraton but then again, I doubted we were 
paying for a deluxe room either.  Oh well, did it really matter?  It’s 
not like we were staying here on vacation.

There was a short period of awkward silence.  It was easy to tell that 
both guys were feeling a little uneasy which in a way made me feel better 
than if they seemed like this was just another night at the hotel with 
two girls.  I wondered if it had struck them yet that this was REALLY 
happening and not just some wet dream they’d fantasized about since they 
were teenagers.  Well, if anything Tim shouldn't have any doubts after 
what I’d just done to him!

Unlike the guys, Beth and I had plenty of experience with this sort of 
situation.  Actually I probably had more “hotel” experience than she did 
but so far as finding yourself with two guys you had never met before, 
ready and willing to fuck you... THAT was something she had probably more 
experience than me.  We both looked at each other and grinned.  Between 
the two of us, the guys never had a chance.

I suppose the guys wouldn't have minded if we had just stripped and laid 
on the bed on our backs with our legs spread, beckoning them to jump on 
top and fuck us.  Yeah right!  Not gonna happen – at least not yet.  
After all, at least half the fun in this type of situation is what you do 
BEFORE you get fucked. 

While I loved getting laid as much as the next girl – or guy, I also 
loved the teasing and erotic foreplay that went before it.  If a guy just 
wants to fuck someone, I tell him to hire a whore.  I may be a slut but 
I’m no whore.  If there is one thing I learned from my brief but 
illustrious escorting career back in college, if I’m going to let some 
guy get off with me, it’s going to be on MY terms.

Beth and I took off our coats without a word but then Beth turned to them 
and put her arm around me with her hand firmly planted on my butt.

“Why don't you boys take a seat and relax a bit... Kelly and I need to 
take care of a few things first.”

Now honestly I had no idea exactly what Beth meant by it so needless to 
say, neither did the guys but they weren’t in any position to question 
her so they dutifully sat down with Tim taking the desk chair while Matt 
sunk down in the other.  They exchanged glances and I’m sure they both 
had to be wondering what Beth and I needed to do first that was so 
important.  It didn't take long for any of us to find out.

“Let’s give them a show,” Beth whispered to me with her head turned so 
they couldn’t even see she was saying anything to me.  I could see the 
look in her eyes and I knew she was horny as hell.  Well, make that two 
of us.  God, it had been so long since I’d done anything like this I’d 
almost forgotten the thrill of having two strangers watching me.  

Well, it wasn't take long for the feelings it inspired to rise up in me 
again.  In the back of my mind some little voice was warning me what 
happened when I got this horny but I wasn't in any mood to pay any 
attention to it.  Instead, I turned to Beth and we faced each other with 
my arms around her neck and hers around my waist as we started to kiss 
and fondle each other.  It didn't take but a few seconds for Beth to 
reach under my skirt and grab my bare ass with both hands and squeeze my 
butt, letting the guys get a peek of my bare ass as my skirt draped over 
her hands.

Meanwhile, I’d dropped my arms down to grab onto her tight dress at her 
hips and tug it up until it was bunched up around her waist with 
everything else below now open to the cool air in the room – and the eyes 
of the two guys staring at us like they’d never seen two girls playing 
with each other.  Then again, maybe they hadn’t...

Beth released her grip on my butt and started to unbutton what few 
buttons were still done on my blouse, then pushing it off my shoulders 
and down my arms.  I let it drop to the floor, standing there now in just 
my skirt and heels as she tugged the top of her dress down and over her 
breasts such that her dress was now completely bunched around her waist.  
We kissed again as our breasts pressed against one another’s, again 
gripping the other’s butt as our tongues met.

Glancing over at the guys, it was like they were frozen, not moving a 
muscle or saying a word as if they were afraid of breaking whatever spell 
had come over us.  Actually, I’d of been happy had they been jerking off 
but other than the obvious signs under their pants, they had their hands 
on the arms of their chairs.

“Lay down,” Beth whispered to me in a voice so low I barely heard her.

Beth maneuvered me to the end of bed where I sat down and scooted back 
until my knees were at the edge with my legs hanging down.  Acting as 
though nobody else was in the room with us, Beth pushed my knees apart 
and got down on her own knees, using her two hands to spread my pussy 
apart.

“Mmmmmmm, you look so delicious tonight,” she purred as she lowered her 
head to my crotch and didn't waste another second before she had her 
tongue planted on my clit.

I leaned back, holding myself up with my hands planted on the bed behind 
me as I looked down to see her head moving between my bare thighs.  The 
skirt was sort of in the way but at the same time, I thought it added an 
element of eroticism more so than had I been nude.  My breasts were 
rising and falling as I tried to breath despite the incredible sensations 
that jolted me each time Beth used her tongue and lips to nail my clit 
and pussy in just the right way.  My poor nipples were so hard they 
almost hurt as they poked out.  Once again I was amazed at what an 
incredible pussy-licker Beth was.  It’s not like she and I did it 
together all that much so I figured she must have gotten lots of practice 
at her sex parties she loved so much.  

“Oh yeah, just like that!” I moaned loudly as I felt my orgasm rising in 
me.

It rapidly consumed me and my arms were simply too weak to hold me up so 
flopped onto my back as Beth held my thighs down with her hands as she 
continued to play with her mouth on my pussy.  

“Oh god!” I groaned as I felt like I was going to explode but in a good 
way.

My hands gripped the comforter as I tried to keep from pushing her head 
away.  It was such a crazy feeling, like I had to make her stop before I 
went crazy but at the same I would have died if she HAD stopped with me 
feeling like this.  I could feel myself cumming on her face, almost like 
I was peeing on her, covering her face with my pussy cum as she lapped it 
up like a thirty kitten at a bowl of warm milk.

As my orgasm began to dwindle, Beth straightened her back, gripping her 
right breast in her hand as she leaned forward and rubbed my wet crotch 
with it.  Damn... when her hard nipple would touch my clit it was like I 
was ready to cum all over again!  After rubbing that one for a while, she 
switched to the as she lifted the first breast to her mouth, sucking on 
her now pussy cum-covered nipple.  With her face all wet from my pussy 
and now her boobs covered as well, she looked like such a slut!

Beth stood up and I was hoping she would get in bed next to me so I could 
return the favor.  We both still had our heels on like two sluts in some 
cheap porn movie and other than that, it was just whatever we still had 
around our waists.  I guess I should have taken off my skirt but it just 
seemed naughtier somehow to leave it on.  Beth must have felt the same 
about her dress as she was making no moves to taking it off either.

“OK boys, she’s ready... so who’s gonna fuck my best friend first?”

So much for THAT idea.  Beth was indeed making sure this was a night I 
would remember!  Seeing the look on the two guys’ faces, I had a pretty 
good feeling that it would be one they wouldn't soon forget either.


Chapter 8 – Everyone Finally Gets What They Want
================================================

So after a night of teasing and fooling around, it was finally time to 
get serious and do what we all wanted – fucking.  Sure I loved blowing 
Tim on the way over to the hotel, but in the end what I really wanted was 
his dick in me – and I’m sure he felt the same way.  As for Beth, it 
wasn’t even worth debating as I knew she wanted it badly – and probably 
just wished there were more guys to do her.  As for the guys... silly 
question.

For a moment I almost laughed as the two guys debated over who was going 
to fuck me first.  Tim was claiming that I was “his” girl”, even though 
we’d never even seen each other until a couple of hours earlier.  Matt 
was taking the position that since Tim had already gotten off once from 
me sucking his dick in the truck that it was his turn to even the score.

Evidently who I might want to fuck me first wasn’t anyone’s concern.  I 
suppose so far as I was concerned it really didn't matter as I had little 
doubt that both of them would before the night was over – probably more 
than once.  Neither of them meant anything more to me personally so what 
difference did it make who fucked me first?  Well, from the way they were 
going at it, it must have made a LOT of difference to them!

“Will you guys just shut up and strip?” Beth finally broke in sounding 
quite exasperated, “Whoever doesn't fuck her is going to fuck me so what 
the hell difference does it make?”

For a moment I couldn't help but be a little curious now as to how this 
would settle out.  Who would want which of us first?  If you were after 
big boobs and heftier ass, Beth was your girl.  I wasn't exactly perky 
like my cousin, but closer to her than Beth when it came to bust size and 
shape.  I was pretty proud of my ass as well but I guess that depended on 
a guy’s taste.  Some guys go for the small tight ass while others seem to 
prefer something more substantial.

Somehow I missed what they had determined or else they just quite 
debating it because they were now stripping off their clothes as fast as 
they could.  I was a little pleased to see that Tim was the one to walk 
towards me.  I guess I had a bit of a soft spot in my heart for him 
compared to Matt seeing how I’d just sucked his cock and all.

Matt started to approach Beth but she motioned for him to get on the 
other bed where she practically tackled him and pushed him on his back so 
she could get started on his dick.  It was like she was somehow starving 
for his cock from the way she devoured him!  Not that he was complaining.

Meanwhile, Tim was climbing on the bed and I just laid there as he moved 
between my legs and assumed a classic missionary position.  
Interesting... most guys seem to watch so much porn now they expect the 
girl to start out on top and then finish in this position.  Personally, I 
sort of like that myself as it allows me to take control at the beginning 
until I get use to his cock and then have him drive himself in to me as 
he reaches his own orgasm.

“Ummmmm, are you sure this is OK?” he asked me as he held his dick in his 
hand, seeming to hesitate before he put it any closer to my pussy.

Sheesh, what a stupid question!  After everything so far did he somehow 
think I might still be some virginal school girl who he had to ask before 
he fucked her?

“Will you just shut up and fuck me,” I replied, trying not to laugh at 
his hesitation.

I noticed he never mentioned a condom, nor did I see any indication that 
he intended to use one.  Well, it wasn't like I thought he was the type 
that slept around a lot.  If anything, I was beginning to wonder if the 
poor guy was getting any pussy at all!  At his age, I was figuring around 
thirty maybe, he surely had to be somewhat experienced yet here he was 
acting like a teenage boy about to get laid for the first time.

I glanced over and saw that Beth was finally get her own pussy licked as 
she had moved into a 69 over Matt’s face.  He had both hands on her ass, 
spreading her butt cheeks apart so he could lick between her thighs as 
she rocked back and forth over his face while she sucked his dick.  I 
then felt something pushing between my legs and I looked down over my 
boobs and stomach where I could see Tim trying to get his dick into 
place.  As wet as I was from Beth’s earlier ministrations, it wasn't that 
hard for him to get it started into me.

“That’s it... push it in me... fuck me Tim, fuck me good.”

“Damn you’re so tight,” he groaned as he pressed his dick harder against 
my pussy hole, “It won’t go in.”

“Just push harder dammit, fuck me!” I said, raising my hips off the bed a 
bit to give him a better angle at my pussy.

That seemed to help because suddenly it was like he just popped into me, 
about half his dick just disappeared inside of me.  Another thrust and he 
had most of it in me and then one final one drove him all the way in.  I 
could feel his thick pubic hair smashed against my bare crotch and I knew 
he was in me as far as he reasonably go.

“God your pussy feels so good on me,” he groaned as he just twisted 
himself in me, rotating his hips to run his dick around inside my pussy.

“Fuck me... fuck me Tim... fuck me,” I chanted over and over again as I 
closed my eyes and focused on nothing but his hard dick which he was now 
stroking in and out of me like a stream-driven locomotive piston.

Damn, it seemed like it had been ages since I’d felt this way.  This was 
sex for the sake of sex.  There was nothing personal or intimate between 
me and the guy fucking me.  It was just pure sex where all I had to worry 
about and think about was MY pleasure.  Beth had been so right in that 
this was exactly what I’d needed so badly after everything that had been 
going in my life lately.

My legs suddenly went up and I felt his hands around my ankles as he 
lifted them high overhead, keeping them straight as he rocked me back 
onto my shoulders with my ass off the bed as he rammed his dick into me 
even deeper than before.  I would roll back and forth as he pushed his 
cock in and out of me, never stopping for even a moment to catch his 
breath which I could hear loudly now as he gasped for air.

“Hey, how’s your doing?” I heard Matt call over.

I turned my head to see Beth was riding his dick, her ass facing his face 
as he had his hands planted on her ample butt as she pumped his cock.  
She had her feet flat on the bed beside his hips with her knees bent, 
bouncing up and down on his cock, landing hard on him each time and 
rebounding upward again.  She had her hands on her thighs, trying to keep 
her balance on the soft bed.  Her face was red and I wondered how long 
she could keep it up before she was exhausted.

“Shit, you wouldn't believe how tight this cunt is,” Tim replied loudly.

I assumed he was referring to my pussy and not me when he used that word.  
I don't know why, but there is just something about the word “cunt” that 
turns me off.  Whores have cunts, sluts have pussies.  At least that's 
how I like to think about it.  

“Will you look at this ass?” Matt came back, “God damn, this bitch can 
really fuck!”

Why do guys think they have to call girls names to appear macho, assuming 
that is why they do it?  Beth may be a slut, a nymph, a lez or just easy, 
but she wasn't a bitch.  Oh well, from the looks of things she didn't 
care so why should I?

This went on a while and when Tim pulled out of me and started to get me 
to roll over, Matt must have seen him and asked, “Hey, ready to switch 
yet?”

Tim seemed to hesitate but then he looked at Beth and her evil grin as 
she motioned for him to come on over.  She rolled off Matt’s dick and got 
on all fours, her bare pussy revealed in all its splendor between her 
legs as she faced away from us.

“Come on Tim, you can fuck me in the ass if you want,” she teased.

For a moment I thought maybe Matt was the one who was going to veto the 
swap idea but Tim was already off my bed and on his way, leaving me on my 
stomach with my legs stretched out behind me.  The skirt was starting to 
feel uncomfortable now so I used the opportunity to pull it down and 
kicked it off onto the floor.

Matt was now next to me and I felt his hand between my thighs as he felt 
for my pussy.  He found my asshole and for a moment it seemed like he 
might give it a try but I twisted my butt to give him a clear message 
that it was off limits.

“Not an ass girl like your friend, eh?” he chuckled as he went down lower 
to find my pussy, pushing his finger in easily.

I didn't reply but instead I just let him go on with what he was doing.  
He seemed to have gotten the message so there was no need to dwell on it 
and spoil the mood.

My arms were crossed under my head to support me and I watched as Tim got 
up on the bed and on his knees behind Beth.  She wiggled her hips rather 
obscenely for him, using one hand to pull her butt cheek over to expose 
her asshole to him.  I knew Beth was more into anal than me.  Well, for 
that matter if she did it at all then she would be automatically more 
into it than me.  Oh well, if she liked it then more power to her.

Matt seemed content for the moment to feel me up as he watched the little 
show going on next to us.  I have to say, it had caught my interest as 
well.  Beth had spit into her hands and was rubbing it into her pink 
asshole, letting her finger disappear inside of it as she lubed herself 
up with her own spit.  I knew there would be some lotion in the bathroom 
but she seemed to be satisfied with her own means of preparation.

“Fuck my ass,” she demanded as Tim crawled on his knees in closer to her 
butt.

He lined his dick up as Beth leaned down on her forearms to give him a 
better view of what he was doing.  As hard as his dick was, it still 
managed to bend a little as he pushed it hard into her asshole.  I could 
have sworn I heard a “pop” then as he entered her, driving his dick into 
Beth’s ass.  She buried her head into the pillow in front of her, her 
hair falling over her face as she groaned and moaned while Tim fucked her 
ass.

With the initial show over, Mat turned his attention back to me again.  
He grabbed the pillows and stuffed them under my belly, lifting my bottom 
up and off the bed so he could get to my pussy better.  Pushing on my 
butt to lift my butt cheeks out of the way, he easily entered me now that 
my pussy had been stretched out a bit by Tim’s earlier invasion.

“So how’s my dick compared to Tim’s?” was the first thing Matt said to me 
after he had his cock inside of me and started stroking it.

Really, what can a girl say when a guy asks that question.  It’s like 
asking a guy which girl he likes better, you or your girlfriend.  Well, 
if he wants to get laid there’s only one right answer to that one!  Same 
goes for a guy asking a girl.  Every guy likes to hear that he’s the best 
lover in the world, that his dick is special and makes a girl feel better 
than any other cock in the world.

Matt fucked me a little while this way but he seemed impatient to switch.  
Tim was still banging Beth’s asshole when Matt pulled out and rolled me 
over on my side so I was facing the couple fucking in the other bed.  He 
tossed the pillows aside and moved in close to me from behind.  Lifting 
my top leg up, he reached down and guided his cock into me again, this 
time giving the other two a great view of his dick pumping my pussy.

“Now THIS is how to fuck a horny bitch,” Matt said to his friend, “Look 
at her, she loves being fucked... don't you babe?”

I just grunted and nodded my head as I felt myself being pushed around on 
the bed as hard as he was thrusting his steel-hard shaft against me.

Meanwhile, Tim was rolling Beth over her back and once again rammed his 
dick into her ass, only this time being on top of her.  Well, it appeared 
both of them had found something they liked.  Matt seemed content to be 
fucking my pussy though, which was perfectly fine with me as well.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” Matt hissed into my ear as he started to thrust 
even harder than before, as if that were even possible, “I gonna cum on 
you face... you want that, don't you?”

Actually, that was about the last place I DID want it.  Why not stay in 
my pussy and give it to me where it belonged?  If not that, then at least 
let me take in it between my lips so I could enjoy the feel and taste of 
his cum as he shoots it into my mouth.  Heck, cum on my boobs or stomach 
or anywhere else besides my face and hair.  Is that asking too much?

Apparently so as Matt pulled out and scrambled to get his dick to my face 
before he couldn't hold back any more.  One stream after another of his 
ropey sperm shot out and landed on my face and head.  Oh well, so much 
for my hair as if it had a chance in hell of surviving the night intact 
anyway.  Fortunately, some of it landed in my open mouth and on my tongue 
so at least I got to taste and swallow a little of it.  Better a little 
than none I guess.

Matt swung his leg over me and straddled my chest, pushing his dick into 
my mouth so I could suck whatever remaining cum he might have left.  I 
could feel him shudder as my tongue ran over the back of his slowly 
dwindling dick, right at that sensitive place most guys have, especially 
after they’ve just cum.

“Damn you’re good,” he complimented me as he involuntarily convulsed as I 
sucked him clean.  

I kept Matt’s dick in my mouth, not wanting to let go out of, as I turned 
just enough to see what was happening a few feet away.  Tim was pounding 
poor Beth’s asshole, driving his dick into her like he was trying to find 
oil or something.  She didn't seem to mind as she groaned and moaned 
herself, reaching up under herself to play with her pussy as she got 
drilled.  I wasn't sure if she had cum before or not as I’d sort of lost 
track of things while Matt was fucking me.

Suddenly Tim thrust his hips forward and buried his shaft into Beth’s 
ass, holding it there as he seemed to shiver with cold, his ass clenching 
and then releasing and I knew he as cumming in her ass.

“Oh yeah, fill that ass all the way up,” Matt cheered him on as I 
continued to suck his cock.

It had softened up a bit but wasn't going to go flaccid from the looks of 
things.  If anything, I would swear it was starting to respond and maybe 
even harden up a little more.  Perhaps it was the sight of his friend 
cumming in Beth’s butt that helped, who knows?

After he was finished he pulled out and Beth twisted around to suck his 
dick clean.  Now I may have let my ass be violated a few times in my life 
when there wasn't much other choice, but I had NEVER sucked the guy’s 
dick after he had fucked me that way.  I guess the idea was just a little 
too gross for me but Beth obviously had no qualms about it as she sucked 
every drop of cum off Tim’s dick.  As I sucked Matt into another 
erection, I felt a little relief that he hadn’t done any of that to me.

It took a little while but eventually we both had out man “standing at 
attention” again.  It wasn't as easy had they been ten years younger but 
then at that age most boys don't even go soft between the first couple of 
times.  This time Beth came over to my bed and laid down on her side to 
face me as I turned away from Matt and we started to kiss.  I tried not 
to think about where her mouth had just been, hoping that as long as she 
had been sucking him afterwards that nothing would be left that I wasn't 
interested in.

This time both guys spooned us from behind as Beth and I kissed and 
fondled each other, eventually even rubbing each other’s clit and nipples 
as the two of fucked us, and then after a while swapping around.

This was perfection!  What more could a girl ask for?  My best friend was 
naked up against me, kissing me and fondling me as I was being fucked b 
some guy I’d never met before a few hours before?  Even when they traded 
it really didn't matter all that much as I couldn't tell much difference 
between them anyway.  All I cared about to be honest was their dicks in 
me.  They groped and touched the both of us as well, but it as Beth’s 
hands that I enjoyed the most.

After having cum just before, the two of them were lasting longer than 
before.  Heck, for Tim it was actually twice already so it was a small 
miracle he was even as hard as he was.  I guess the situation was enough 
to keep his dick in the game longer than I would have expected.  
Eventually the wanted to change positions so Beth and I laid side by 
side, our inner legs intertwined as the two of the fucked us in standard 
missionary style.  Again, the traded off frequently but just as before, 
my thoughts were more on the incredible sensations I was feeling than on 
them as real people.

OK, before anyone asks.  I have no idea how many times I came that night 
in the hotel room.  Between Beth’s starting round and then the couple of 
hours of fucking after that, followed by yet another classic Beth pussy 
licking to finish things off, I must have cum at least six or seven 
times.  Some of them ran close together so whether they were classified 
as two shorter ones or one longer one I'll leave to those who keep score 
of such things.  

As I mentioned, the night finished with Beth going after my pussy one 
last time.  The two guys were totally spent and had fallen asleep on the 
bed, actually snoring at times.  Beth and I moved over to the other bed 
where she insisted I had to cum one last time before she would take me 
home.  All I can say is that my pussy must have certainly tasted a lot 
different than the first time she’d licked me when we first got started!  
Still, that last time seemed even more special than any the previous 
ones.  It was my best friend finishing off what had been one of the 
craziest nights I’d had in ages.

Getting up off the bed, I almost fell over as my legs felt wobbly after 
all they had been through this night.  We went into the bathroom to clean 
up a bit.  God, we looked like whores!  Well, maybe not whores but like 
two well-fucked sluts.  Well, neither of us would argue THAT.  
Fortunately we had brought our jackets so even thought our clothes were 
not in the best of shape, we didn't have to worry about someone wondering 
what had happened to us.  Besides, at 2:00 in the morning, there’s not 
that many people floating around to see you anyway.  

It worked out great that Beth had driven over.  As we drove off, we 
looked back at the hotel and Beth said something whimsical about maybe 
going back for another round.  We both laughed as we knew it would be 
awhile before they were ready to go at it again.  What the heck, we still 
had each other.


Chapter 9 – Back Home Again
===========================

Beth just dropped me off at the curb when we got back to my place.  I 
tried to convince her that she should come in and spend what was left of 
the night with me in my bed.  She giggled and for a moment I knew she was 
tempted but we both knew had she done so that neither of us would get any 
sleep at all.  Not that there was anything wrong with THAT, at least not 
under the circumstances, but it had been a great evening so there was no 
need to push it any further.  We were both exhausted and frankly, I was 
feeling pretty satisfied as well, at least sexually.

Despite everything, I still somehow woke up fairly early in the morning.  
I debated church... for about ten seconds, and then realized there was no 
way I was going this morning.  God, I was SOOOOO tired and sore as well.  
Heck, it was like doing an evening of exercise when you think about it 
and I was out of shape.  Instead, I just checked out my mail, chatted 
with a few guys, and spent the rest of the day just being lazy.

Sometime in the afternoon I called Beth to thank her for the “present”.  
Apparently she had found sleep easier than me because she claimed to have 
slept in past noon!  We both giggled and laughed like young teenagers 
comparing notes after a high school date.  She asked me if I was ready to 
head out again that night and for a scary moment I thought she might be 
serious but then she burst out laughing.

“God, my ass is SOOOO sore I don't think I could do it anyway,” she 
moaned melodramatically.

I reminded her about why God made pussies but she just laughed at me and 
I knew she didn't listen at all to what I was trying to say.  To be fair, 
my pussy was a little sore as well from the pounding it had received last 
night as well but I wasn't about to admit that to Beth.

Kristi, needless to say, was hovering all day, trying to get the details 
out of me but I found it more fun to tease her with little snippets.  
Poor girl, she just wanted to get off but then when I thought about how 
much sex she was getting on a regular basis, “poor girl” didn't seem to 
apply anymore.  Oh well, usually it was her that was doing the bragging 
about some crazy thing she had done so it was nice to turn the tables for 
once.

Randy called me later as well, wanting to know how my night with Beth had 
gone.  We had originally been going out together last night until Beth 
stormed in with her agenda so I had to tell him SOMETHING.  It’s not like 
he thinks of me as some virginal school girl but then again, he IS a guy 
and no matter how promiscuous you know your girlfriend may really be, 
they always like to think they are the only one.  I was king and told him 
we had just teased boys all night.  There was no mention of the hotel 
room but I think he suspected something.  Heck, he knew Beth and that 
alone was enough for him to think the worst.

After the events of the past few months – and lack of them, it was good 
to go out and just do whatever came natural again.  I doubt I'll do 
anything like it again, at least not for some time.  Still, I smiled when 
I looked at a photo of Beth and I that I keep on my nightstand.  Yep, 
she’s my best friend... forever, and I love her.

THE END