One reason I came down off the mountain was to find a boyfriend. I found one.
I got this job at Yogurt Galore, a frozen yogurt store where they sell yogurt with crazy flavors, like pancake batter, green tea, and licorice. What gets me is how people think they are being virtuous by eating healthy, when our yogurt is full of sugar and people pile on junk toppings like crumbled Oreos and Reese's Pieces. They might as well be eating a bowl of ice cream with a glazed donut on top.
Still, the pay was good and the customers were interesting, even if I didn't care for the yogurt.
One time, these guys were chatting away in line and I was doing my eavesdropping thing, listening hard while I pretended to be minding my own business. One of the guys, Troy, was a 6-foot-plus stud who was wearing a red Huntington Water Polo t-shirt that showed off his shoulders and chest. I don't know much about water polo except that they play it in a swimming pool and the guys are buff, which is all I needed to know.
Troy said something to his buddies about a free concert that night on the big lawn in front of the college. I decided right then and there to go to the concert and "accidentally" bump into Troy.
After work, I showered and put on tight blue cutoffs, so everyone could get a good look at my legs and butt, and a loose white cotton shirt. I could have gone with a tight t-shirt that showed off my tits better, but I had other plans. I wanted more than a show.
I got to the lawn real early so I could be sure to spot Troy when he showed up. He and a few of his buddies got there early, too. I guess they wanted spots up front where they could see the band real close. I saw Troy right away and I was real happy that he didn't have a girlfriend with him. I followed him to the front, and stood right behind him. So far, so good.
I didn't say anything and he didn't pay any attention to me, just yapping away with his water polo buddies about school, sports, girls—whatever boys talk about. To tell the truth, I wasn't listening closely. I was just checking out his big shoulders and tight buns, and making sure that nobody slipped in between us as the crowd filled in.
It was a good crowd, so it must have been a pretty good band. Either that, or people had nothing better to do. Me, I was excited. Once the music started, I went into action.
Troy was so much taller than me that I naturally had to bob up and down to see anything over his shoulders. I pinched my nipples real hard to get them to stand out as far as they could. Then I got closer and closer to Troy's back, until I was so close that my boysenberries brushed him every time I bounced up to see the band. Of course, the constant rubbing kept my nipples nice and hard.
The first couple of times, Troy might have thought it was an accident. Pretty soon, he must have figured out that I was doing it on purpose, but he still didn't say anything. I think he was afraid that if he said something I would stop massaging his back with my boysenberries.
Finally, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Do you want to stand in front so you can see better?" Yeah, I wanted to stand in front, but not so that I could see better. He turned his body to let me slide by and I did, making sure that I was facing him so that my boysenberries would rub across his chest as I went by.
Once I was in front of Troy, I waited a few minutes, then casually moved back until my butt was touching him. He was still being cautious.
He waited to see if I would move my butt away. I didn't. He put his right hand gently on my shoulder, testing how I would react. I didn't say anything, I just made sure my butt didn't lose contact with him. His left hand went to my other shoulder. Both hands were sort of resting there, not really moving or doing anything that I might object to.
I didn't say anything. I moved my body slowly to the music, rubbing my butt lightly on his jeans. Then he kissed me lightly on the top of my head. When I didn't say anything, he figured that was the green light. He slipped his hands off my shoulders, along my arms, and down to my hips.
We danced like that for a few songs, with his hands guiding my hips softly as I rubbed the bulge in his pants with my ass.
His right hand slipped inside my t-shirt. I pretended that I didn't notice. I just kept dancing slowly as his hand went higher and higher until it found what it was looking for. He cupped the underside of my right boob. Then his left hand slipped inside my shirt and found my left boob.
Now he had both hands caressing the bottom halves of my tits. Pretty soon, his thumbs were softly moving across my nipples. Over and over, he used his thumbs to lift up my swollen nipples and let them fall back down. I was going nuts.
I wanted more than this crazy teasing. I grabbed his fingers and made him twist my nipples the way I like it. Troy got the idea real fast. He pushed my hands away and went to work on my boysenberries, rolling each fat nipple between his finger and thumb and pulling them away from my body.
The electricity was flowing the way I like it, from my nipples up to my brain, out to my fingers, and down to my feet. There were goosebumps on my arms and legs; my toes were curling; my pussy was throbbing for attention.
Troy was so sweet. He kept asking me if he was hurting me and all I could do was gasp, "No, that's real nice. Please don't stop."
After a while, Troy let go of one boob and slid his hand down my tummy. He popped open the snap on my cutoffs and slipped his hand inside. I was as wet as I had ever been. I don't know what he thought when he found the sloppy mess between my legs, but I didn't really care.
He slipped in one, two, and then three fingers and stroked me slowly, teasing me with his long water polo fingers. I closed my eyes and pinned my butt to his leg so I wouldn't fall over. His three fingers were everywhere inside me, opening and closing and moving in random directions so that I never knew where he would touch me next.
He pulled his fingers out and lightly moved them over my mound, teasing my swollen clit. Then he rubbed firmly and urgently, poking my throbbing clit every which way and pushing me to the edge.
