This is part of an ongoing story over multiple Categories with common characters.
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I was sitting at Cup in Time drinking my doppio and was thinking how so much had changed in a little over a year. Cyndee and I weren't together anymore although we were definitely "friends with benefits". We didn't get together much anymore, especially since Dave introduced me to guys.
Sure, I was introduced to two other girls that were "friends with benefits", but that wasn't what was occupying my time. Cocks; that's what kind of got out of hand, I mean really, ten guys? Fuck, ten different guys! That wasn't even counting the five lovely ladies with cocks.
Of course I only had eight guys in town and lovely Lori, the others were occasional hookups, but I was wondering when I had become a cum slut. Is there a certain number? Three, five; double figures? Fuck it, I am what I am and truthfully, I didn't give a shit what anyone thought and I may be going to hell, but at least I'm enjoying the ride. Look that one up! ο
"Tom? Mind if I join you," Kathy asked. Did I mind if she joined me, holy shit, I had helped spit roast her last week! I guess she was being polite.
"Of course, have a seat," I replied.
She said she was on her way home from work and wanted a boost so stopped by Cup in Time. We chatted a bit and laughed some then she leaned towards me and quietly said "What happened last week. That was kind of crazy, but I liked it, a lot."
"I'm happy to hear that, you were amazing," I said. I could feel my cock getting hard as we talked.
"Yeah, thanks," she said. "Soooo, you're not going to mention it to Cyndee, are you?"
I gave her quizzical "What the fuck" look and told her, "Of course not. Grownups doing grownup things means it stays private. I'm really good at keeping secrets and I expect the same from other people. Are you going to tell her?"
Knowing Cyndee, well no one really knows Cyndee, she does her own thing and it's hard trying to figure out what it is. Maybe she wouldn't give a shit or maybe she'd get pissed and try to fuck five guys to one up Kathy. Okay, maybe not five, but I know she'd do at least three for sure. Well four if Kathy told her she had did three, anyway Kathy said "Of course not."
"I like that you like privacy and all that, Tom. I like that a lot," she said. "Can I ask you a question?'
Uhh, oh. "Sure."
"I've heard you've been with a, uh, tranny," she whispered. "So has Cyndee."
"Go on," I said.
"Well, how would I go about doing that?" she asked.
"Ever been to Vegas?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"I kind of have some connections there," I said.
"Yeah, but Cyndee would want to go," Kathy replied. "And she didn't ask me to go when you and she went."
"That wasn't her fault," I said. "The people we met wanted just us two to go. They don't even know you."
"Okay, fine," she said. "But is there a way just you and I could go?'
Uh, oh. Just her and I? Hook up with Kelly K., Leah and Susie. Heck, I wouldn't want her around if I could be with Kelly. Pass her on to Leah and Susie?
"So, you me and one of the girls?" I asked.
"Or two."
"You wouldn't need me you know," I said.
"Yeah, I guess," she said and slyly added "If you don't want to be there with me, you wouldn't have to."
Oh shit, she is one sly bitch, I decided.
"You know," I said as I stood up. "Let me see what I can do." She looked worried or stressed, so I added "How much notice would you need?"
"Oh," she said, a bit more pleased. "Maybe a day or two if it's going to be a weekend. Couple of weeks if it would be during the week."
I thought I'd give her something to think about, "Ever did it with a black guy?"
She hesitated then said, "No. But, but, I'd be interested with the right guy."
"Okay, sweetie," I said. "I'll get back to you. Really liked doing this with you; we should do this again, or something else if you want."
Okay, now I was fucking with her, but who knows. Better to keep all options on the table.
"Ding!"
I got a text and as I left I looked back and saw Scott looking at me and nodding. The text was from him.
Scott β "You can use the store room if you want to fuck her."
Me β "What?"
Him β "Just messing with you. I've seen her before. With Cyndee."
Me β "Yeah, it's her roomie, I think."
Him β "You have some free time in the next day or two?"
Me β "I could. What's up?"
Him β "Debbie wants to meet you."
Me β "Meet me?"
Him β "Yeah. She knows you and I are friendly."
Me β "Does she know?"
Him β "Maybe. She saw a couple of texts."
Me β "Great. Now what?"
Him β "Not sure. So you have time?"
Me β "Sure, ask her what works for her."
Him β "K. Where?"
Me β "See what she says. Later."
Him β "Later."
Ah fuck, first Kathy and her "I want to outdo Cyndee" desires and now Debbie wondering if Scott and I fuck or suck each other.
"Ding".