I’m a bit of a “tom-boy”, I have to admit it. I like to hang out with my girlfriends, but I’d rather hang out with my guy friends. I like to be in the woods, hunting, or playing football, or simply sitting, doing nothing but drinking a beer with the guys.
The girls were always talking about sex, or their boyfriends and the guys, well, they chatted about banging “so and so” but not in a lurid and perverted way. And for the most part, the guys didn’t really talk about their sexual prowess whenever I was around. I don’t know if it was out of respect for me, or that they simply didn’t make their sexual appetite a central part of their conversations.
John and Jim were school mates of mine. We were all twenty-one and starting our junior year at a local university. John and Jim shared an apartment together, and it was kind of our little “safe place” from the rest of the world.
I had known John and Jim since high school and they had openly welcomed me into their small group of friends, which consisted of myself, them and two other guys, one of whom was gay. We were an eclectic group and if we weren’t hanging out at the movie house, then we had a group chat going on social media. We’d all meet up every few days and go out to eat and then hang out at the mall, or go see a movie, or simply ride around in someone’s car, with me sandwiched in the backseat between two of them.
Not once, did any of the guys get handsy or do or say anything inappropriate, except on one occasion when one of them referred to another girl I knew as a “cunt”. I let them know that the “c-word” was not a word I liked, and apologies were quickly proffered. “Bitch” was okay with me, but not the “c-word.”
None of us drank, and I liked that. We were all quite goofy enough without adding liquor to the mix. All of this changed a while back, when John asked me if I had ever taken a shot of tequila.
“No way,” I replied. “I don’t do alcohol.”
“One shot,” said John, “it won’t hurt you.”
I stood my ground and told John that alcohol was never going to be something I’d engage in. He didn’t bring the subject up again.
The one Friday night as Jim, John and I sat on their couch in Jim and John’s apartment, watching a movie, with me in my usual and customary seat between the two of them, John asked me again if I wanted to take a “shot.”
I was in a pretty good mood, and even though I had sworn that I’d never drink, that night, I said, “Sure.”
John looked surprised.
“I’ll give it a try,” I replied. “But just one shot.”
John quickly retreated to his bedroom and emerged with a bottle of tequila in a small brown bag. He plopped down the couch next to me and took out a shot glass and the liquor. Jim didn’t say a word.
I watched as John poured the liquor into the shot glass. He handed it to me and said, “Bottoms up!”
I sniffed the liquor. It did not smell appealing in the least bit to me.
“You have to simply swallow the entire thing at once, “John instructed. “It tastes terrible.”
John was right. It tasted terrible. He laughed as I shook my head back and forth, trying to figure out why anyone would like that crap.
I could feel the liquor swirling in my stomach as I tried to adjust to it. It was a horrible feeling, at first, but then after a few minutes, I felt kind of cool, like I’d suddenly become more relaxed. John took a drink as well and offered one to Jim.
Jim waved off John’s offer.
After only a few minutes, I found myself pouring a second shot glass of the liquor. I stared at the golden-colored liquid and then I quickly downed it. It was just as horrible tasting the second time as it was the first time.
I told John it was his turn, and he quickly took a second shot of the liquor.
“You guys better not get drunk,” Jim warned.
“We won’t,” John replied. “We’re just experimenting.”
I was terribly hungry, so we ordered a pizza.
The pizza was just what I needed. As we sat and ate the pizza, John mixed in some of the tequila with the Coke – which was a superb idea that took away all the bitterness of the liquor. I lost track of how many drinks we had as we sat there downing the pizza. All I knew is that my giddiness and goofiness became amplified.
And at some point, I also found myself feeling a little bit horny, a feeling that I had never felt before while hanging out with John and Jim.
Jim silently excused himself to the restroom, and when he did, John leaned in and placed his hand on my thigh.
“You are so cool,” John remarked as he squeezed my thigh. John’s move was a bold one, because in all the years we had known each other and goofed around, none of us had ever made a physical gesture to another that might be wrongly perceived. At first, I was shocked that John had made a move, but I was even more shocked that I didn’t find his touch wrong or unwelcome. I grabbed John’s hand in mine and held on to it.
I was confused. I was suddenly feeling things I had never felt before.
Jim returned back to the couch, and John quickly withdrew his hand from mine. Now, it was my turn to go pee.
As I stepped into the bathroom, the glare of the bathroom light blinded me. I turned it off, but I left the bathroom door ajar slightly so I could see to find the toilet paper. After flushing the toilet and putting things back into place, I stepped out of the bathroom and right onto the chest of John, who was silently standing right outside the bathroom door. I quickly stepped back and apologized.
“No problem,” John replied as he looked back at me, a bit surprised by our accidental close encounter.
I was tipsy and I was deliriously giddy and I was horny. I chuckled.
“We gotta be careful,” I whispered. “Someone might think we’re having an affair.”
John stepped closer to where I was standing and whispered, “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
That was all it took. I grabbed his head with my hands and passionately thrust my lips on to his. I had kissed a guy before in high school, but kissing was all we ever did. This was going to be different. I wanted more than kisses.
John grabbed my hands, and as he placed my hands around his waist, we seemingly melted into each other’s embrace.
We made our way into the bedroom. John quickly stripped out of his t-shirt as I stripped out of my button-down shirt. In the pale light of his room lamp, I could very easily see that he was more than ready for some fun. I quickly unfastened my bra and allowed it to drop to the floor, freeing my B-cup boobies. John silently pulled me onto his bed and began to massage my boobs. Oh my God!
My dime-sized nipples were taut and erect. I loved the way John took his time to pay close attention to each one, sucking gently on each one. He gently worked his way to my abdomen, planting kisses as he went lower and lower on my torso. I unsnapped the button on my jeans, as I toe-to-heel kicked off my shoes. John quickly helped me out of my jeans, leaving me clad in nothing more than my lacy black panties, which clung to my womanly parts.
My panties didn’t stay on long either. John quickly stripped me of my last stitch of any dignity, not that I even minded, mind you.
I clasped my hands together, interlocking my fingers as John planted kisses on my pubic area. Thank God, I had shaved downstairs earlier in the day.
John shoved a finger into my pussy. OH! MY! GOD! I practically exploded at that point.
John’s aggressiveness drove me crazy. He withdrew his probative finger and went to work on me using his excellent oral skills. Oh, Lord!!
I grabbed John’s head with my hands and made sure it stayed in place as my thighs clamped down on him while he pleasured me into ecstasy. I almost suffocated my friend that night. He worked his way back to my abdomen and then my breasts and then, back to the nape of my neck.
I pushed him onto his back and quickly stripped him of his jeans and boxer shorts. The sight of John’s manhood excited me, but it also made me a bit afraid. John was huge, and I mean really huge. I hoped I could handle him. I had been with one other guy in high school, but it had been a “wham-bam-quickie” thing in the backseat of his car, and that guy was nowhere as well-endowed as John.
I took John’s nine-inch thick circumcised cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the shaft of his tool. I kissed the tip end of it, and then I swirled my tongue around the bulb-like end, before slow-licking the backside of his tool.
“That feels soooo great,” John breathlessly remarked. I slipped his tool into my mouth, breathing through my nose and generously coated it with my saliva. I gently massaged his testicles with one hand while head-bobbing up and down on his tool, deep throating him. He grabbed my hair and held on to my head as I worked his tool.
“I’m going to cum,” he warned.
“Go for it,” I replied. I had never given a blow job, so I was anxious to see what his sperm might taste like.
His balls tightened and I could feel his cum squirting out of the end of his tool and into my mouth. I tried to swallow as much of the stuff as I could. It had the consistency of a bland thick honey, but not the taste. In fact, there was not really any taste at all.
Some of the milky white stiff pooled around the base of his cock and I used a finger to scoop it up and swallow it, as his cock pulsated in the grip of my hand.
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed as I continued to swirl my tongue around the end of his penis. His entire body twitched as I looked up at him.
I was still very much horny. I quickly straddled his naked body and shoved his massive tool into my pussy, working my hips from side to side as I straddled him, looking down at his hairless chest. Any worries I might have had about him had quickly disappeared. His massive tool fit into my pussy just perfectly.
“I don’t think I can cum again,” he remarked after a minute of some intense intercourse. I didn’t really care if he could orgasm again, as I had unmet needs.
I placed my hands on his chest and worked my hips back and forth, as I straddled him, his manhood buried deep inside of me. He grabbed my hands and held on to them. A chill ran up and down my spine, and I felt another deeply intense orgasm building.
John grabbed my boobs and I simply exploded at that point, flooding him and his bed with my womanly juices, as I collapsed on top of him, shaking and trembling, uncontrollably. Oh . . . Lord!
I think I passed out about that time, as that was the last thing I remembered until I woke up, all alone in John’s bed. I managed to find my shirt and my panties and slipped them on. I stumbled, half-crazed and still a bit tipsy, out to the living room to find John asleep on the couch, and Jim was nowhere to be seen. I peeked into Jim’s bedroom and saw him asleep in his bed.
Call me crazy, but I felt bad leaving Jim out of the fun. I tip-toed to the side of Jim’s bed. I silently slipped out of my shirt and my panties and gently slipped under the covers and next to my friend. He stirred slightly.
I snuggled up close to Jim, listening to his breathing. Jim was a very special friend. He had always been the one friend I could always count on, when I couldn’t count on anyone else to be there for me. I was pretty sure he knew that John and I had hooked up, so I wasn’t about to leave my best bud attended and uncared for . . . . no way . . .
. . .to be continued . . .
