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Cliché as it may be, I was 19, and a college student, I was getting close to none sleep because of all the parties, obviously and somehow, through all of this partying around I ended up at some friend’s house where there was a very interesting party. All the rooms filled up with teen people sitting wherever they found a spot, beds, couches, chairs, pillows on the floor, basically everywhere. I found a spot near the only person I knew at that party, my friend, who was now making up with his girlfriend, as was everyone around there, you were either part of a couple or looking to be one. I was looking around, kind of ashamed because of the entire teen make out sessions going on around me, when a girl came in the room. She had short hair boy-like clothing and a very self-confident attitude; all the girls seemed to pay attention to her like she was some kind of lesbian goddess or something. But for me, it wasn’t her who made me become attracted to women, even thou she tried, and I found out later she wanted to turn every chick she meets into a lesbian, weird and a story for another time, maybe.
I carefully found my way out of the sea of teen couples and drunken people looking to hook up and I remember wishing for a hot guy to come and take me away from there. I ended up in the kitchen, looking for something to drink, when this amazing girl, who looked like she didn’t belong there, or on earth for that matter, came to me and offered me a drink, then asked if I want to get out of here, which was like music to my ears. While we were getting out, some drunken guy yelled at the tomboy lesbian “Hey, A is taking your hot blonde!” I was thinking “What? I surely don’t want to be in one of those lesbian couples?” but I couldn’t seem to be able to pull away from that chick. She had black hair, she was thin but her boobs were big and her eyes were a hazel you could lose yourself in forever. She was leaving a few buildings over, we walked in silence, until she asked me if I want a smoke, and I took it. We got to her place, she turned on a lamp, and all I could see was the ashtray, her bed, and a bookshelf, the rest was pitch dark, and it would turn out to be pitch perfect too. Her laptop was on, and there was an entire Placebo playlist on. To this day I can’t listen to Placebo without reliving that night. She brought two glasses of wine, a pack of cigarettes, and after taking a sip from her wine she put her hand on my face and leaned over to kiss me. Her lips were the softest you can imagine, and her kiss was so delicate and sensual I couldn’t pull away and I almost felt sad when she stopped to take another sip of her wine and smoke. Here I was, a straight girl, looking at a lesbian, getting aroused by the image of the smoke coming out of her sensual mouth and seriously considering watching amateur lesbian porn to learn more about what I can do to please her. But I soon found out I was becoming the amateur, she leaned over again, kissed me harder, then with a soft and sensual touch she let her hand fall down my neck, and a second later she was fondling my boobs. I couldn’t help but follow, but as soon as I touched her boobs she took my hand and started sucking on my finger, then she licked my lips with the tip of her tongue and started undressing me, kissing every inch of skin she was uncovering. When she got to my boobs, she kissed them all over, then she rolled her tongue around my nipples, sucked on them, then she slowly kissed her way down to my pants. She lift he head as if looking for approval, I was all wet and aroused, and I smiled as she went on and took off my pants. She took of my panties, and I heard the first words she uttered “Umm, shaved, and a little landing strip, delicious” and she bended over, licking my clit and putting her fingers inside my pussy. I was moaning like a mad person, struggling not to tremble at every touch of her tongue and lips on my pussy. She kept going, sucking and licking and fingering and I ran my hands down her black hair, clenching my thighs as if feeling guilty for giving in to the pleasure. After I came, she lift her head, dragged her fingers over her lips and the corners of her mouth, then she licked them off. “Not bad, you amateur blonde” she said. We smoked a lot that night, listening to Placebo, drinking wine and talking about all kinds of stuff. In the morning after she woke up I asked “What do you want to have for breakfast?” She said “How about creampie?” and pulled me over. After I left her apartment that was it, I never heard from her again.
Band Fan Fantasy
That event turned out to be the first of many collaborations, but the only one to which they invited the public.
Now I felt my irritation growing in the heat, with my faded T-shirt sticking to my back. We were in the middle of nowhere, really, a dusty Midwest town in the midst of the annual summer tour. I wasn’t sure why I decided to meet up with the band.
Until the lights on the stage came up, the music started and David plucked the first few chords on his guitar. I felt a tremor run through my body and I smiled as the crowd cheered. Already I could see the sweat soaking through his black shirt, sticking to the contours of his muscular upper body. It was something in his stance, the way he stood confidently on that stage, that made me want to drop to my knees in front of him.
I made my way through the crowd until I was close to the stage, once again just one of the fans. David grinned the full show like he always did, playing each gig like it was his first one and his last one. It was in the way he moved, the subtle way his hips swayed. Or maybe it was his stocky build and the web of black ink spiraling up his arm. If I could pinpoint exactly what it was, then probably everyone would have it.
After the music died and the crowd began to filter out, I made my way backstage, flashing my lanyard at the guard. I watched for a few seconds as David put his guitar into its case, snapping it closed. He turned around when he felt my gaze upon him.
“Hey, sugar,” he said, dropping a kiss on my lips and he wrapped his arms around my.
“Oohh, you’re sweaty,” I giggled.
“I could say the same thing to you,” he said, nuzzling my neck. He propped me back on my feet and grabbed a backpack from a nearby chair. He pulled on a water bottle until it was empty, leaving it on a side table as they walked out, David’s thick arm around my shoulders.
“Where are we off to?” he asked as they walked into the fragrant scent of the night air.
“The hotel is a block away,” I said.
David grinned. “You don’t want to go out? Have some dinner, see a movie, tour the sights of … wherever the hell we are?”
I shook my head, tendrils of hair falling from my messy ponytail. “Nope.”
In the hotel’s lobby, we were met by its owner, with bad news. He couldn’t get the air conditioner working, so it was hot. Opening a window was about all the advice he could offer as he gave us a portable fan.
It was a clear, moonlit night, casting a silvery light over all. Once the fan was running, the air was still warm but moving at least. David peeled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. I slipped my arms around his body and, standing on my toes, pressed my lips to his. Slowly, his mouth opened and their tongues slipped past one another. David moaned slightly as he cupped my head in his hands. “God, it’s almost too hot for this,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow, a glint in my green eyes. I ran my hands over his chest, the coarse hair damp, and pulled open his belt. I slid my hand inside his boxer shorts and pulled his cock free. Despite his protestations, he was firm and growing harder as I stroked. I sank to my knees, just like I fantasized earlier, and ran my tongue around the tip of his cock. I looked up at him, innocence feigned in my eyes, before most of his thick member disappeared behind my lips.
As I sucked, and licked, and stroked, David pulled my hair free from its ponytail, tangling his fingers in its thickness. With handfuls of my hair, he pulled me up from my knees and kissed me, pushing his tongue into the place where his cock has just been. “Still think it’s too hot out?” I asked.
David smiled and spun my around toward the bed, giving my tight, denim ass a smack. “Get naked,” David commanded, as he stepped out of his jeans. I pulled off my damp T-shirt and faded, ripped jeans as I climbed on the bed. Beads of sweat ran down my neck and between my small breasts as David pulled my knees apart, sliding a hand up my inner thigh as he buried his face in my pussy.
I purred as my back arched, blissfully enjoying the feel of David’s hot tongue on the folds of my cunt. I felt warmth and wetness rush between my legs. My body was relaxed and yielding as David slid first one, then two fingers inside me, massaging as his tongue flicked and sucked at my clit. “Oh, god …” my hand found David’s free one, which was wrapped around my thigh, and clutched it, digging my nails into the back of his hand.
My other hand slid above my head, getting lost in the crisp white sheets. I scratched at the sheets and the pillows as David pulled me closer and closer to climax. Hair matted against my forehead in the heat, I cared not what I looked like as my pleasure reached its peak and exploded, bliss flooding through my veins and David continued to milk every drop from my body.
David pulled back as I landed on my back on the bed. He looked at me for a few seconds, then grabbed me behind the knees and pulled me toward him, my legs spread and my sex wet and glistening. I reached for him, and he grabbed my hands, pulling me off the bed and onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as David slid his thick, hard cock into my slick pussy.
Our lips met as our bodies did, David moaning against my mouth. One strong arm wrapped around my waist, while his other hand gripped my ass. I wrapped my legs around him.
We felt the heat now. The air barely moved, despite the fan whirring in the background. Drops of sweat ran from our pores, finding little rivers in the creases and folds of our bodies. I felt lightheaded, gripping David to keep me grounded in the room. We kissed, licking salty sweat from our skin. David squeezed my ass, making me jump from the sting as he slapped it.
I could feel him getting close - his breathing became ragged, his fingers pinched my flesh and he pulled me into him. He grabbed a handful of hair, slammed his cock into my hot, wet pussy as the lines of pain and pleasure blurred into ecstasy. David came, his seed spilling into my body, his breath hot on my neck. My arms and legs squeezed David as the pounding of his heart slowed and he relaxed, his chest heaving from the pleasure and the effort as he laid back on the bed, his head nearly hanging off the foot. I sat on him, his cock still inside my, as I caught my breath too.
“Ok, maybe it wasn’t too hot for that,” David said, giggling, as the fan passed our direction, fluttering my hair in the faint breeze.
It didn’t take a lot of asking to make me drop what I was doing and sprint to the fence to get a closer look. As I approached her she threw open her arms and hugged me while proclaiming “long time no see”. We made a little small talk and caught up on life. I found out she was there as a house sitter and she asked me to come inside.
As I followed her inside I watched that sweet little ass gently bouncing up and down in her blue terrycloth shorts like it used to at a distance during pep rallys and sporting events. OMG it was sweet… I stuck around for dinner and a few drinks in after we ate she offered me a tour of the house. At the 3rd bedroom at the top of the stairs she said “this is where I am sleeping” and entered the room and laid across the bed. My awkward stare made her chuckle at first and then she motioned for me to come over.
I walked to the bedside where she wasted no time unzipping my pants and slipping my half hard cock into her sexy wet mouth. I was completely shocked. WTF was happening? Is this for real? Before those questions could be answered she aggressively pulled me onto the bed never losing contact with my now very hard cock with her mouth. She started rubbing her terrycloth covered pussy on my still shocked face. Then she reached down with one of her hands and pulled her shorts to the side exposing her soaking wet -everything I dreamed of, pretty, clean shaven pussy onto my mouth.
Oh how I had dreamed about this… and it far surpassed my dreams… her mouth was so warm and wet as she hungered for my dick. I licked and sucked her perfect little pussy while running my hand over every inch of her tone tanned body. She started jerking my dick with her hand as her tongue explored my balls. I pulled her shorts off and plunged my tongue into her little pink asshole. She moaned loudly with pleasure and started to pick up pace stroking my cock. I wanted to fuck her so bad at that moment but as I returned to licking her dripping wet cunt her body seized and froze as her cum began to flow across my face in one hot steady flow.
She started pounding my cock with her mouth and hand slurping and gasping as my cock approached the point of no return… I exploded my hot cum in her mouth and she gobbled it up while twisting her hand and mouth trying to not let a single drop escape.
What just happened? And was this it? Well you will have to come back and find out.