Authors note.
Ever worried your daughters first time could be ruined by an incompetent boyfriend? Do you wish you could hire a woman to test drive him first? Nicole thinks her friend Holly is mad but is she?
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Nicole needed a fuck, it had been nearly a week since she last had cock and his performance left a lot to be desired. Work and family commitments had hampered her opportunities, but now it was Friday and the hunt was on. At a mere 4' 10 her 38DD-24-36 figure drew the eye and paired nicely with her flirtatious bubbly personality and natural blonde hair that was always worn up. Tonight her dark red low-cut dress advertised both breast and leg leaving no man in doubt about what was on offer.
At 25, Nicole was experienced, and like most girls, she had a few fuckbuddies she could call upon. But she enjoyed the thrill of new encounters. She had always been impulsive and thinking was never her strong point. While most women would ponder over whether to buy those shoes online and which outfit they'd match, Nicole would click buy in seconds, then sort out those problems with more shopping. Nicole did not have a healthy bank account.
Years ago, when she was barely legal, she made one such snap decision and blinkers on to the dangers, went home with a hot guy who picked her up in a bar. It could have all gone tragically wrong, yet miraculously she lost her cherry in a night of wild abandonment and orgasmic conclusion.
She had learned since, that such encounters were a hit-and-miss affair, while one man could ride and skillfully guide you to a mattress-drenching finish, more often than not you left with an apology and a pathetic excuse. Perhaps it was this unpredictability that drew her to the chase, Nicole was always looking to recapture the thrill of her first time.
She never drank alone, so tonight she was meeting up with her old friend Holly. Like Nicole, she was blessed with ample chest but stood close to six foot with long legs that went right up to her flowing red hair that danced like a silk sheet on her back with every step she took.
Two years her senior, she had been a role model in Nicole's early sexual development. Holly oozed sexual confidence to the point of intimation. She was the type many men struggled to look in the eye and beat the meat to alone at night. A little boldness would have seen many a lonely cock embraced in her warmth.
They had agreed to meet each other at the usual place under the clock tower in the town square. Holly was already waiting when Nicole arrived, she stood up from the wooden bench to greet her.
"Nicole, looking good. Where are we off to first then?"
"Red Lion? I don't fancy the Tanner's Arms it's gone downhill."
"Yeah, new landlords killed it with the crap music."
"Attracts the wrong sort of crowd doesn't it? I'm guessing from that outfit you're looking to swallow more than a few pints?"
"Bloody right I am."
Reaching their destination the girls bought a glass of wine each and sat at a small circular table. The secret was to pick one in sight of the bar near the main thoroughfare. That way you got noticed by guys and were easier to approach. A tiny table also hinted that you weren't waiting for your boyfriends.
"So, didn't go well last weekend then with that guy? He looked ok though," asked Holly.
"No qualms about his size, he just couldn't use it. If he wasn't 30 I'd swear he was a virgin."
"Clumsy was he?"
"God it was like being fucked by a table, you know when you do the plank down the gym? Imagine being under a guy doing that."
"So you didn't cum then?"
"Only saving grace was he was finished in 5 minutes. Then the cheeky twat asked if I came. Lack of fucking moaning should have been a clue. If he was my first I swear I would have turned into a fucking lesbian."
"You know what you are? A fucking hero. That guy could have picked up a virgin that night and ruined her first time."
"Yeah, I deserve a fucking medal."
"If you think about it how many guys you been with now? A fair few, boyfriends and one-night stands. How many were disappointing in the sack?"
"More than I'd like. I mean sure you can play the odds, pick up on those signs a guy'll be good but the end of the day it's still a gamble."
"It's like my dad, spends a fortune on fishing tackle, stares for hours at wind charts and tide tables, gets up at 3 am to be right place right time. You know what he catches? Fuck all 90% of the time but he's happy as a pig in shit when it pays off."
"You remember that time your mum said he couldn't go that night, and the next day some guy put a giant fish on Facebook?"
"God he was fucking gutted never stopped whining for weeks it should have been his."
"He does take some nice sunrise photos though."
Holly raised her glass, "Well here's to all three of us catching a big one tonight."
"You know what they should do? Give cocks sizes as they do with bras. None of this 12.65cm crap, just a nice round number and a letter. 5A is 5 inches and skinny 8D is 8 inches and thick."
"Nah, guys can't even understand bras. Keep the number but the letter should reflect his dick skills. 6A, 6 inches excellent in bed, 6D, 6 inches but shit. Wouldn't be hard if there was an app or something."
"Fuck yeah, should be compulsory. Link it to face recognition and you'd know if he's worth fucking with just a click. You could call it Dick Advisor."
"It's like when you sleep with a guy after his girlfriend boasts about his dick size. It's a fucking invite as far as I'm concerned."
"Exactly, if you don't want other girls to fuck him don't advertise it."
"Look at that guy over there, the one with the woman in black. Opinion?" asked Holly.
"Well, she's far better looking and that's obviously a supermarket shirt so he's not got a good income. Only logical conclusion is he's got a big cock."
"Soo, who's going to fuck him, me or you?"
Nicole laughed, "What about her? don't think she'll be too keen."
"It's not like I'm going to walk up and fuck him on the table, I'll wait until he goes to the toilet. I've got class me."
"How do you know he'll say yes?"
