I knew this man for several years. He was always nice to my friends and me when he first moved in. I don't know how old he really was, but he was not that old, not compared to my parents.
I graduated from high school and went off to college. In that time, my roommates and I would come home each year for his Halloween parties. He was always funny in all the costumes he and his wife Jeannie would wear. This year was no exception.
She liked me a lot also and when Bales, what we always called him, and she threw their parties, you could always expect some surprises. This year was no exception.
This year he dressed up in an outfit and called himself "Underwear Man". Wearing long johns underneath and bright, tight red undies over them, he looked perfect. Also, he wore a cape.
He emblazoned a large red 'U' on his T-shirt with a circle around it. What was the running joke behind this? Thinking that it was a friend he was going to moon, he mooned the friend's wife. She got to see his fine ass up against the window and he thought it was his friend Rob. Only a few of us really knew what happened and all Jeannie would say is "Wouldn't you all like to know"?
My roommates, who didn't know anyone, kept their thoughts to themselves at first. Now before I get ahead of myself, I am 22 and about to graduate along with my roommates from college.
I, like my roomies, have had our fair share of crazy raw and wild parties okay. We have had webcams running while having some lust-filled parties. At the beginning of the school year, some initiation starter parties to get 'comfy'.
There was beer, topless girls, underwear showings and the list went on. It included dick sucking, pussy licking and some even raw ass fucking in some extreme cases. I didn't do that shit, the ass fucking, but well, I won't say anything else.
Being more mature and having more confidence in myself, I opened up a little, letting people know that I know shit about men and what not.
When no one was looking and my friends thought he was good looking too; I'd go up and grab him deep underneath, letting him know I was game if he was for some side action.
Yes, okay, I'd do the man. I always liked him. He always liked me too. My hair is a fine, thick luxurious head of hair. It weaves its way down along my shoulders. I have a nice body, I think and I think my breasts are suitable enough as well as the remainder of me. Guys seemed to think so.
People dispersed, along with Jeannie into groups. My friends and I got Bales and Hemmie. Hemmie was called that because he loved the Dodge Ram engines. It was his second passion. His first was me. I just didn't like him as well. I was fond of Bales, kind of.
Why Bales you ask? Bales had his charismas, which charms AND THE LOOKS! YES, HE HAD LOOKS! OH MY GOSH DID HE!
Did Bales like me? I didn't know, but either way, my friends discovered I had it bad for him and Julie, Andrea and Sarah all wanted to find out more about this guy.
He talked to the others and eventually me too, asking us all about school, classes and then about parties and if they were still a lot like his days, when he was there.
He asked if we got down and dirty still at the college parties. He asked if the parties that he had been too got out of hand and eventually, he just adapted, did we get this way too.
We all, at first, looked at the other, not knowing how to answer the questions. "Ohhhh, I guess they still are, huh?" He roared with laughter. "I bet they were awesome, right? Pretty damn erotic sometimes?" Shit, I assume then that there was a lot of lustful shit going on then as usual?"
"And I bet that shit, with web cams and digi-cams, is posted all over the internet too and you don't even realize it!"
"Like Blare, what are saying? We went around during parties and just got naked and well, fucked each other?"
"Yep! I bet there was even a lot of lesbo action going on, right ladies?" We all laughed or giggled. All of us. Sarah was getting horny after he mentioned this all. He was 29 and he knew about this shit. Sarah was hott for this guy, kind of or maybe just hott for sex, she told me later.
I knew Bales well. I knew how he thought. I knew his reactions to things. I'd known him many years now. So he was extra curious to find out.