I woke up that Saturday morning around 9:00, looked out the window and smiled at the bright, warm sun shining on the blanket of dew left from early morning. It was going to be a beautiful weekend. I climbed out of bed and stretched on my way to the shower. I stepped in and turned on the water. It felt so good running down my 23 year old body.
Now, I'm not a petite woman, but I have to admit at I'm not exactly an embarrassment to the female race. I stand at 5'4" and still have a little extra meat on my bones. I learned how to use my long blonde hair and gray/blue eyes as an enticement to unsuspecting persons of the opposite gender. My boyfriend loves it when I have other men looking at me. It makes me feel great and he gets this overwhelming sense of pride, knowing I'm his.
I stood there allowing the hot water to penetrate every inch of my body and I grabbed the soap and started to wash. First, my face, shoulders and down to my 38D breasts. I ran the soap over my small waist and then down over my hips and all the way down my legs. My mind was wandering as I traveled back up my legs and reached that tender spot at their junction. I lingered over my lips and clit, making sure they were extra clean. Leaning back against the wall, I slowly pushed a slippery finger inside the folds while my thumb ran circles around my clit. It was starting to feel so good...too good...I had to brace myself against the side wall with my foot. I brought my other hand up and ran my finger through my wet hair, down my neck and then down to squeeze my breast. That did it, I sent myself into one of the most searing orgasms I'd ever given myself. I screamed into oblivion and the falling water seemed to have turned into sparks of fire.
After I came down from my moment in heaven, I shaved my legs and proceeded to trim my little nest of blonde curls. After I managed to get my sweet spot clean and neat, I stood up, washed my hair, brushed my teeth and leaned over to turn off the water.
I walked, shakily, back to my room, dried off and started to get dressed. I decided to put on my favorite outfit. A pair of tight blue jeans and a leopard print tank top. I slid into my sandals and finished up with combing my hair and putting on a little bit of lipstick.
Just then, the phone rang. I ran to answer it...it was my love...my Damien.
"Hey, Izzy, I need you to be ready around 7 o'clock."
"Why? It's only 10:00 in the morning. What am I supposed to do until then?" I asked in my most pouty voice.
"I have a surprise for you. Something you've wanted for a long time. I'm bringing alcohol and a new friend." he answered.
"Ok, see you then."
The last time he brought over a "new friend" it turned out to be a set of bondage straps and a vibrator. That was a fun night. My memory strained, trying to recall something I've wanted for a long time. Could it be? No. He'd never go for that...but...maybe...Nick?
See, I have a thing for his best friend. We were over at his friend's house one weekend and a night of movies and wine coolers turned into tequila and truth or dare. I learned more things that night...and ever since I've wanted to try him out.
Please don't get me wrong...there's nothing wrong with Damien. He's 27 years old, 5'9", muscular, blonde, hazel eyes, and a 7 1/2" long and 1 1/2" thick cock...best lover I've ever had. His friend, Nick, who is one year older than Damien, is about the same height and build, but his hair is a dark brown against those hazel eyes and has been blessed with a 9 1/2" long and 2" thick cock. I don't know if it's the bigger endowment or if it's the thrill of the unknown that intrigues me the most.
I started going about some errands and returned home at 6:38 pm. I had 22 minutes to get ready. I quickly straightened up the bedroom, made the bed and cleaned the living room. I set out some candles and incense. 6:55...just enough time to freshen up a little. I headed straight to the bathroom and brushed my teeth again, straightened my hair and outfit, and I was good to go.
7:00 pm on the dot and my doorbell rang. I calmly walked over to open the door for Damien and the "new friend". I reached for the handle, pulled the door open and there he stood...Earth's version of God...right in front of me. Damien was wearing a black muscle shirt and his carpenter jeans. He knew that shirt made me hot. I could feel the wetness starting already, god this was going to be a great night. He set down the case of beer and bottle of Rum and leaned in for a kiss. As soon as our lips touched, I could feel the heat spreading throughout my entire body. I couldn't help but grind my hip into his groin to tease him a little. He let out a deep groan and I knew he must have something in store for this evening if he's this excited already.
Reluctantly, I retreated from the building passion and invited him in. After he entered the doorway, Nick walked in behind him. He was wearing his blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt that showed off every muscle in his upper body. I looked back at Damien and he grinned,
"This is your new friend. I told him of your fantasy and he said it sounds like a wonderful idea."
My knees were shaking...I had to sit down. I couldn't believe it, Damien and Nick at the same time.
We all sat down in the living room and I mixed myself a Rum and Coke and took a quick shot of rum to calm my nerves. I gave each of the guys a beer and asked what we should do.
"Truth or Dare has my vote." Nick offered with a hint of suggestion in his voice.
"Sounds good." Damien and I both agreed.
Nick went first. "Izabelle, Truth or Dare?"
