I can't wait to see you tonight. I've been so horny for you. And I'm bringing a surprise...
I've been at half mast all day since receiving your text. We've been hooking up for the past month or so, and every time the sex has been out of this world. And every time you've wanted to see me, you've sent the same text.
I'm so horny for you...
But this is the first time you've mentioned a surprise. I wonder what it will be...
To keep myself distracted from thinking about our intense sex sessions (and obsessing over tonight), I clean my apartment. Then, about an hour before you're due to get here, I take a shower. I know you like it when I keep my balls shaved, so I take care of that at the same time. It's all I can do to keep from jerking off when I'm done. As I re-dress in a nice shirt and jeans (no underwear, another thing that turns you on), my cock is so hard I can barely stuff it in my pants. I can't wait for you to get here. I put on some R&B, which I know turns you on.
Right on time, there's a knock at my door. I open it and there you are, sexy as always, dressed in jeans and a plain red top and wearing your leather motorcycle jacket that I've told you makes you look incredibly hot. Your long hair flows free down your back, and you give me your killer smile that I love so much. You step forward and pull me into a kiss, pressing your body against mine. I wrap my arms around your waist and squeeze your ass, making you giggle into my mouth.
You break the kiss and step back, and I see the surprise: you aren't alone. Another long-legged blonde stands behind you, wearing a cute black skirt and striped top and a jacket similar to yours. Her bright blue eyes twinkle as she smiles at me in greeting, and my heart stops as I recognize her. Your friend Steff, whom I've seen in photos on your Facebook wall. I blink for a second, staring dumbly. Steff looks enough like you to be your sister, and I've definitely spent some nights fantasizing about fucking her and you at the same time. I step back and ask you both to come inside.
"I've bee telling Steff all about you," you say with a meaningful look as you step into my apartment, "and finally she said she'd heard enough and wanted to meet you. I figured you wouldn't have a problem with that."
"Not at all," I say, quickly regaining my composure. I hold out a hand to shake hers. "It's very nice to meet you."
She looks down at my outstretched hand and gives a small giggle. Stepping past it, she wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a quick kiss on the lips, then pulls me into a hug. "The pleasure's mine," she breathes into my ear. "I hope..."
The innuendo coming from both of you is a little silly, I think to myself; but there's no denying that my dick has been straining against my jeans since I saw that there were two of you. Whatever you and she want to happen tonight is okay by me. "How about a drink?" you suggest.
Normally when you come over, we have a quick drink and spend maybe five minutes making small talk, mostly catching up on our days, before we drain our glasses and start to make out. Although there was that one time that you started kissing me as soon as you came inside. I barely had time to shut the door before you were unzipping my pants to pull out my cock. I wonder if you've told Steff about that.
I tell the two of you to make yourselves comfortable while I pour us some wine in the kitchen. You shed your jackets on the floor by the door and sit on my sofa. I bring over our drinks and sit between you. The sexual tension is so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife, and I have to adjust myself as I sit down. This is ridiculous, I think as I look back and forth between you. You're sharing conspiratorial glances with each other and smiling behind your wine glasses. I feel like an idiot as I turn to you and say, "So what does 'all about me' mean?"
Steff answers. "Lori's told me how you met, how she offered to cook you dinner one night, and how you've been fucking her brains out ever since." She says it with such cool nonchalance that my erection wilts for a moment: I'm utterly taken aback and wondering if this was some sort of trap. I look to you for some kind of signal, and am relieved to see you smiling encouragement. I turn back to Steff. "And she's told me about the toe-curling orgasms she has with you." She puts her now-empty wineglass down and trails a hand up my leg toward my crotch. "She talks about you so enthusiastically I decided I wanted to see for myself what she's been talking about."