"Man fuck this fucking guy" spelled out Chris over his text message.
"Wait, what happened?" responded Sam. Ever since they had sex, a budding friendship formed between them. Since they each had such frantic schedules, they were both always available to chat. Sometimes it would be funny thoughts they wanted to share. Sometimes, like this time, it was used to vent.
"This guy who runs shows in Syracuse has had me booked for two weeks. The show's tomorrow night, and I haven't heard from him since we first talked. Tonight he shoots me an EMAIL saying his nephew needs his big break so he's taking me off the show."
"Was it a big show?"
"No. It was in like an Elks Lodge. But a gig was a gig. Just so freaking pissed."
"Can you find anywhere else to work?"
"Not on this short notice. I'm out $200 bucks now."
"Aww, I'm sorry honey. Well if you can't find another spot, my Aunt and Uncle are actually leaving tomorrow morning to visit friends in Cape May. They'll be gone until Monday so I'm having some people over. You can finally meet my friends." Sam included a playful winking face at the end of the message.
"Ok." You could sense a lack of enthusiasm in Chris' text.
"Or...not"
"Sorry, I'm putting clothes back on."
"Still a little fumed?"
"Yeah."
"Are you home?"
"No I'm leaving the gym now. I won't be home for 15 minutes."
"Ok text me when you're pulling in. Stay in your car."
"Oh...kay."
Chris did not know what Sam was scheming but he could use anything to get his mind off his anger. When he was pulling into his neighborhood, he sent Sam a text to notify her of his arrival. When he pulled into the driveway, he put his car in park, killed the engine, and rubbed his eyes in an attempt to relax. When he opened his eyes, he saw Sam tiptoeing out of her house towards his car. She had on a baggy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. It was nothing glamorous but she still looked good. She tapped on the window and Chris unlocked the door to let her in.
"Hi, Sunshine" said a playful Sam.
"What's up, sexy."
"Still feeling a little blue?" Sam lightly ran her fingers through Chris' hair which was still drying from the gym.
"A little bit. Sorry for sounding like a dick earlier."
"It's ok. I just wanted to come out and make you feel better."
"Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?"
Sam moved her hands to the waistband of Chris' gym shorts. "I'm going to give you a blowjob."
She pulled his shorts and underwear down to the middle of his thigh to expose his package.
"You know we can do this inside."
"Yeah...but where's the fun in that?"
Sam put Chris' cock into her mouth. It was limp at first but it did not take long to harden. She gave slow sucks at first and would moan out of the pleasure of having Chris in her mouth. Chris took a deep breath and finally was able to start to relax as he rested his head against the driver seat headrest. His eyes would jaunt around the neighborhood to make sure they were not being watched, or that God forbid Sam's aunt and uncle would walk out.
With Chris now fully erect, Sam's sucks became longer. He pulled her hair back and she gripped the bottom of his shaft. She started to deep throat his cock as the only sounds in the car were Sam's slurping and Chris' moans.
"Holy fuck that feels so good!"
Sam removed her mouth from Chris. "Can I have a kiss?"
Chris planted his lips around Sam as the two exchanged a passionate kiss. Their tongues became intertwined with each other as she started stroking his wet cock. Before she went back to the blowjob, Chris slid his shorts to his ankles. Sam repositioned herself and began to give attention to Chris' testicles.
"Oh God, no one's done this to me before."
"Really? Well I'm happy to be your first."
Sam went back to the act while stroking his shaft. The feeling was becoming overwhelming for Chris. He could feel all of his tension and frustration leave his body, while his cum was readying for release.
"Shit I'm going to cum!"
Sam stopped stroking and began sucking furiously. She wanted to suck him off until he came in her mouth, and that was exactly what she did. Chris was holding her hair up and when he climaxed, he almost pulled her up as a transfer in pleasure. He let go to allow her to finish, putting his hands on his forehead. The feeling he had was indescribable and he could only form a few words to express himself.
"Holy fuck!"
Sam giggled as she wiped her mouth with her hand.
"That good huh? You seemed a little backed up there."
"I didn't think I was but damn girl. You know how to get it out of me." Chris began to put his equipment back into his pants and gave Sam a soft kiss of the forehead.
"Well I should probably get back inside. So do you want to come over tomorrow?"
"Sure. What time?"
"I'll text you when it's good to bounce on over. There's something I wouldn't mind doing with you, but I think it's better if we do it after everyone leaves and not before."
"Well now you've got me curious."
"Oh you're just going to have to wait and see."
Each went back into their respective houses and went to sleep. The next day, Sam straightened up her house for company, and made some snack food in the kitchen. She was not expecting too many people like at the party Chris had, but she still wanted to be a prepared host. She put more thought into the underwear she would put on rather than the outfit she'd have on the rest of the night. She did not have any elaborate lingerie sets other than the black lace outfit she wore for Chris their first night together. She picked out a pair of pink plaid cheeksters with a black lace trim. They were comfortable enough to wear but skimpy enough to excite any man, especially Chris. She put on a simply black bra and finished the ensemble with a pair of snug jeans and a grey tank top.
Chris did everything he was planning to do the night before if he still had a gig go to and was not receiving an amazing blowjob in the front seat of his car. He showed, shaved, styled his hair and trimmed his nails. After he accidently scratched marks into an opponent's face, he always made sure he kept everything neat and trim. Since Sam said this was a low key affair, he did not even conceive the thought of dressing up. He threw on t-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, and a pair of warm-ups.
