Lucinda Barrett is my girlfriend. Of course, no one calls her Lucinda. She is known as Lucy B. The joke is that it is Lucy B hungry. Lucy B. thirsty. Lucy B. bored. In short, it is all about Lucy. As long as your world revolves around Lucy and keeping her happy, she is your girl.
Now this is not the best situation to be in except for one side benefit. When Lucy isn't whining about something, she is Lucy B. horny. The girl can't get enough. Her appetite for sex in all its forms is prodigious. As she is a drop-dead gorgeous woman, she also is able to attract anyone else she wants to help satiate her appetite.
That is fine with me. If we are out together and I see another woman that interests me, she'll make the introductions and more likely than not, we'll have her together in bed that night. Conversely, if she sees a guy that interests her, I'll set it up for her.
We're out clubbing again tonight. The night is getting long and Lucy finally sees a woman that turns her on. She is a long, willowy blond with straight, shoulder length hair and a slender, but shapely body. Her long legs drop down out of a short miniskirt. A blue silk blouse contains her ample breasts. She has that droopy shoulder look that says she had been an early bloomer. I have found that shy young girls whose breasts develop early tend to take a lot of kidding and some hunched their shoulders forward to de-emphasize their shape. Some never get over it. This girl has that look.
Lucy is about to go over and introduce herself when a second girl shows up. She is shorter by half of a head to her friend. She is striking. Her hair is jet black and hangs straight down to just brushing her shoulder. She has chiseled facial features with high cheekbones and perfect skin. She is slender, lithe, and moves with the grace of a dancer, but not so slender as her friend. She wears a black business suit with a white blouse unbuttoned to the clasp of her bra. Her cleavage practically explodes from the shirt. It has to be a wonder bra, but I don't care. I want her.
Lucy smiles at me when she sees the lust in my eyes and says, "Wait here. Let me scope them out."
She walks across the dance floor and up to the two beauties. Within minutes they are laughing, sharing drinks, and occasionally caressing each other's bodies. After a short time Lucy points over at me. The two ladies check me out. The three talk for a few more seconds and Lucy waves me over.
I join them at the bar. Lucy introduces me to Sarah, the blonde, and Emily, the brunette. We quickly move to a table. I'm not sure how she does it, but Lucy herds us all back to the table such that I wind up sitting next to Emily and Sarah sits next to Lucy. I order drinks all around.
The two ladies are friends that work in the same real estate office. They just closed on a multi-million dollar house and split the commission. They worked hard for the last three weeks bringing the buyer and seller together and were ready to howl. This was the second bar they had been to tonight. They were looking for something unique to celebrate their good fortune and I felt that we might fit the bill. The fact that the brunette was stroking my balls under the table might have clued me in.
We spend the rest of the night talking, laughing, drinking, and dancing. When Lucy takes Sarah out on the dance floor Emily pulls my cock out of my pants under the table and strokes me to a partial erection. When Sarah and Lucy return, Sarah looks down and sees my soldier standing at attention. Her hand replaces Emily's while Lucy goes out to dance with her friend.
