My friend Craig called me up out of the blue, wanting to go out for a drink. Craig was a friend I had known for years (strictly platonic. He liked men more than I did), and he had decided I needed to get out of my house, where I had been holed up for a while.
I hadn't really wanted to go out that night. I was tired, not having slept well recently. My boyfriend and I had been fighting almost constantly, to the point where he hadn't spent the night in over a week. It was an emotional relationship, but not a very strong physical one. While I was very attracted to him, he wasn't really my type; he was slender with blond hair and not very adventurous in bed.
Reluctantly, after much haranguing, I agreed to meet Craig at a bar near my house. I stripped down, took a quick shower and changed to go out. The only clean underwear I had was a set of black lacy panties and bra (I hadn't done laundry in a while) and I laughed to myself as I put on the bra (all dressed up and no place to go!). Staring at myself in the mirror, I figured I could rub a quick one out before I left for the bar. As I said, it had been a while since I had received any attention, and sometimes a girl has to take matters into her own hands. As I worked my pussy with one hand and pinched my clit with the other, I came quickly, feeling myself clench hard on my own two fingers. Honestly, it was not a very spectacular orgasm, but a needed one. I put on the panties, a tight brown skirt and a v-neck sweater and headed out.
I got to the bar a few minutes later. Craig was already at a table, sitting with three people, I had never seen before. As I walked up, Craig stood and introduced me to the folks at the table, a woman he worked with and two of her roommates, one was female, the other a cute guy named Adam. Adam had gorgeous eyes, long dark hair and broad shoulders. As I sat down at the empty chair Craig leaned over to me and whispered "He's just your type." Craig new me well, but he also knew that I wasn't the cheating type.
The evening continued and after a few drinks I was paying a lot more attention to Adam. In fact, I was acting like a schoolgirl, laughing at every joke, playing with my hair, staring at him. He didn't mind the attention, but didn't seem to be completely aware of it either. At one point, Craig leaned into me again and whispered "I be I get him before you do."
The alcohol, the situation, the week of fighting with my boyfriend and having no sex...I took Craig's words as a challenge. Adam and his friends were about to leave, but I talked him into having another drink. He went up to the bar and ordered one for himself and one for me, and I took a long look at him. He had a great frame and one of the best asses I had seen in quite some time. Even if I didn't get him, I knew I would be thinking of him later with two fingers buried in my pussy. When he came back to the table and sat next to me, I decided to stop wasting time. Rubbing my foot against his calf, I put my hand on his thigh and told him he should take me home. He looked surprised, but smiled and threw back his drink, stood up and said "Let's go"
We got to my apartment and I walked up the steps ahead of him. Looking over my shoulder I caught him staring at my rear end. As I stopped at the door, he lightly bumped into me and I felt his erection. I smiled, glad that he was ready to go.
I had second thoughts as I opened the door. I had never cheated on my boyfriend, and wasn't sure I wanted to start now, but we were barely through the door and I was on him, kissing his lips. Again, he seemed surprised at first but quickly returned my attention. Without asking, I knelt down and rand my hands over the bulge in his jeans. He groaned a bit, and I unzipped his pants. He was wearing no underwear, and his cock was standing straight up. I leaned back and looked at it.
His cock was gorgeous. It was medium length, about seven inches, but thick and veiny. The hefty shaft bent out from its root and curved back to his abdomen, and it was topped by a pink mushroom head that was one and a half times wider than his substantial shaft. I wanted it inside me, in my mouth, in my pussy. I wasn't going to make a habit of this, but one night of getting fucked by this beautiful instrument couldn't be too bad, right?
I licked him from underneath his shaft, holding his big heavy balls to the side, going all the way to the velvety tip. Without wasting any time, I wrapped my lips around it and lowered my head just until I had the entire tip in my mouth, and then I bobbed on the head a few times before I took more of him into my mouth. I could feel his pulse through his cock. I took the head as deep as I could, the head jamming against the back of my throat, but because of the banana bend in his penis, I couldn't get too much of him down my throat.
I pulled my mouth up off of his cock and looked up he was looking straight down at me, smiling.
"You don't waste much time, do you?"
"No," I said. "Do you want to take this into the bedroom?"
"I would love to," he responded.
We stripped as we walked down the hallway, me taking off my sweater, him climbing out of his pants and pulling off his shirt. He had a hairy chest, and was ripped underneath. I could see the roundness of his pecs and abdominal muscles under his chest hair. His cock was standing straight up and pointing back into his belly.
"Nice bra," Adam said as he sat down on the bed.
I laughed, having forgotten what I was wearing underneath. "Do you want to help me off with it?" Without saying a word he reached out with one hand and unclasped it, falling on my breasts with his mouth instantly. I have a very athletic build, great legs, a great ass, but only B-cup breasts, and I am usually very insecure about my chest size. Adam didn't seem to mind at all, licking and sucking at my nipples as he pulled my panties down with both hands.
