This is a true account of an experience I had when I was in my early twenties. I randomly bumped into the girl it relates to the other day, and as we said hello, blood flooded my cock with the memory of it. I haven't told anyone this before.
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I was in my twenties going though college. At that age, I was interested in two things - playing music and fucking girls. I played in a local band, and that really helped me out with both! There was a great scene in our town, gigs were always packed, and being onstage did something to girl's legs!.it made them easier to open! There must be a medical term for that!
We had a group of girls that hung out with us and came to see the band regularly, friends firstly, but the boundaries blurred regularly and we had fucked a few of them on different, drunken occasions! It was all good fun though, no one took it too seriously and it didn't affect our friendships.
Anyway, during the summer, one of the girls, Claire, invited us to a party at her parent's house. They were away for the weekend and she had free reign of the house. That always meant drunken fun and a sore head the following day! We got there about 10pm. It was a warm night, and everyone was in the garden, out the back of her house. The garden was long and L shaped. The group were sitting round a fire pit at the top of the garden, and right on the corner, running down towards the house stood a row of old ramshackle brick sheds. The occupants used them either as small workshops or dumping grounds.
The night was great fun and pretty soon everyone was varying stages of drunk, sitting around, talking over each other, telling jokes, playing guitar and laughing. I was buzzing and in a great mood! As usual there was lots of flirting going on with the girls there - a few girls I didn't know and the ones in our gang.
Anyway, as the night went on, I was finishing up a conversation with a random girl when Claire walked in. I'd never fucked Claire, but she was one of the flirtiest girls in the group. There were always sexual undertones to our conversations, and she could curse with the best of them! She had a boyfriend. He was ok, but a bit straight and kinda on the outskirts of the group. He always seemed a little straight for her in my opinion and I'd noticed earlier tonight he was already drunk.
Claire is a little rocket. Barely 19, about 5'1 with long dark hair, dark brown eyes, and full heart shaped lips, and just the right amount of meat on her bones (Skinny girls are not my thing!)
Her outstanding features however were her tits. Claire, to put it bluntly, was fucking stacked! One of the best sights in the world is a short girl with great big tits, and Claire was certainly that. She looked fantastic tonight - A long skirt and a tight, little black strappy vest top that looked like it was stretched to bursting point! You could JUST see the shape of her nipples through the top. A mixture of rock chick, hippy and goth all rolled up in one.
"So, who do you have your sights set on tonight?" she asked, taking a swig of her beer.
"Well, it's still early so I'm keeping my options open." I replied.
"The world is my oyster!".
She started walking back outside to join the group "Well, be selective about which oyster you decide to open tonight. You could end up with slimy fingers!"
I laughed "Good advice. Thanks Claire".
The night went on, and pretty much everyone was drunk. The fire pit was roaring and there was a real buzz of laughter and music. I'd been sitting opposite Claire all night, and watched, as her boyfriend got progressively more and more drunk. He started drunkenly kissing her and pawing at her tits in front of everyone, which didn't go down well at all. Claire said something angrily to him, then got up and walked back to the house to get another drink from the kitchen.
Something in the way she talked to me earlier tonight made me think I could be in. Fuck it, I thought, and got up to follow her. Her boyfriend wouldn't have been aware of it even if I had shouted it out loud, so screw him, I thought.
I timed it perfectly and met her at the top of the row of outhouses on her way back to the party. Two more steps and she would have been in full view of the others.
I stood in her way, leaning against the shed.
"So, Romeo looks like he's a bit worse for wear?" I said.
"Yeah. Fucking lightweight never paces himself, and I always end up on my own after he passes out. What about you? Do you have your eye on anyone tonight?"
"Yeah kinda but I'm not sure how it'll go down." I said.
"Well, it's gotta end better than my night." She looked pissed off.
"Not necessarily." I said. "Come here!" I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the dark shed and closed the door. No one had seen us go in.
The room was small, 6ft wide x8ft long max, with a low workbench running along the length behind me. Claire had her back pressed against the wall. There was just enough light coming through a covered window from the fire pit outside to make out her face as my eyes got used to the dark. She looked surprised, and just a little bit nervous.
"Why did you drag me in here then?" She was trying to keep the cockiness she'd exhibited earlier, but it was slipping. I think she realised she had flirted herself into a situation she might not be able to get out of.
"I think you know why" I said, running my hands up her thighs, moving myself against her. There was hardly enough room to manoeuvre. My face was close to hers and my body was now pressed lightly against hers. She must have been able to feel my cock pressing into her mound through her long skirt.
"You're a cocky bastard aren't you." She said, but again, the conviction she had in her voice earlier was gone. She was definitely nervous. I couldn't decide whether this was a good or bad idea, but she smelled so good, I let my hard-on rule my head. I pushed a little harder into her.
"Yeah, but you already knew that." I said
"What do you think you are doing? You know I have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, you do." I replied.
"Aren't you worried someone will come in an see us?"
