Jeff watched Celina as she walked across the bar in her little pink sundress. Her long red hair flowed loosely, her long legs carried her gracefully, and her perky titties bounced with each step. He shook his head in frustration, and took another swig of his beer, hoping to drown out the dirty thoughts that he was having of his best friend's girl.
I smiled, when I saw Jeff checking me out, as I was walking towards the door to the patio. I felt my nipples harden, and I looked down, only to realize that they were quite visible through my tiny dress.
It was a slow night at the club. Jeff is the head doorman / chief of security. His best friend Allan, my boyfriend, is one of the best doormen the bar has employed in quite some time. Of course, I am biased as I say that, but at 6'4" and 230lbs, he has the size and strength for the job. Also he's very intelligent, and he deals with problems very well.
I've been with Allan for over 2 and half years. We met by chance through some friends and we hit it off wonderfully from the start. The sexual chemistry between us was more than intense. I was a virgin at the time, and always promised myself that I would be with someone for a long period of time before, I let them fuck my virgin pussy. With Allan, it was different, within a week; he was fucking my twat raw every night. I love his 7'5" inch cock. I love the taste of his cum. I love the feel of it in my pussy. I love the way it fills me up. To be honest, I love him a lot. Although lately, I've noticed a lot of sexual energy building between Jeff and I.
"Hey Honey, what are we doing later tonight?" I asked, sitting down on his lap, and caressing his cheek with my lips.
Allan looked back at me, and reminded me that Jeff was coming over for a bit. I smiled. It's a Sunday night, my boyfriend and Jeff weren't working, but decided to come in for a few beers and to chat with some of their co-workers anyway.
Jeff joined Allan and me on the patio. He stood next to us, and I could smell his cologne. He smelled really nice, and looked great as well. He only stood at about 5'8", but he was athletic and very intelligent. He played football and hockey, and was in competitive swimming. He was going overseas with the military in the fall and I dreaded his departure. Tonight, he was dressed in jeans and a tight sweater that showed off his tight chest and abs. He was strong and had a very authoritative personality. I loved that about him. I often fantasized about him taking me hard and rough, ripping my clothes off and forcing himself inside my cunt. Just thinking about it, made my pussy wet. I wondered if either of the men could smell it.
"Ready to get going?" Allan asked Jeff. I watched Jeff take his eyes off my thighs, and nod. My boyfriend picked me off his lap and put me back on my feet. I swayed a bit, as the rum I was drinking finally hit me. I was feeling a little tipsy, and both Jeff and Allan reached for my arms to help me. I laughed it off, and allowed them to help me back to the car. I got into the back seat of Jeff's little black sports car. Jeff drove since he only had a couple of drinks and was still sober. He turned up the music, and I could feel the base from the subs vibrating right through me. It caused my pussy to tingle, and I couldn't help but moan from it. I could see Jeff smirk at me from the rearview mirror. I blushed and took a deep breath.
About 20 minutes later we arrived back at my boyfriend's house. It was an average size house, in a little community of about 15 000 people. He had inherited the house when he was just 18, after his father passed away in a car accident. Now at twenty two, he was hoping that I would move in with him, but I, having just turned twenty, was still happy living with my father. I didn't quite feel ready to move in, simply because it was cheaper to be at home, especially since I was going into my 2nd year of college.
I attempted to step out of the backseat of the car, when Jeff once again grabbed my hand to help me. I giggled and thanked him. "I think I can manage to make it up the driveway on my own, thanks." He squeezed my hand, and headed up the drive with Allan. We walked in and the first thing I did was pull out a couple bottles of wine I had chilling in the fridge.
"Honey, Jeff, do either of you want a glass?"
