This happened several years ago when I was dating a woman named C. First, a little background. We had a strange relationship. Work, scholastic circumstances, and our own changing temperaments conspired to make things more volatile than they should have been. We were on again, off again for a couple of years, though deep down I think there really was a lot of love. One thing we did do well was have sex. To be blunt, we fucked all the time. Indoors, outdoors, cars, trains, bathrooms, the lakefront, tennis courts, laundries, bars, where ever we could find a moment’s privacy. We used to joke around that we each possessed an alien element that forced us to constantly go to bed together.
It also helped that neither of us had any inhibitions to speak of. I fucked her in the cunt, mouth, ass; she swallowed my come, put her vibrator in my ass, told me dirty stories, dressed up like a tramp, and pretty much made her herself available all the time. We tied each other up, poured olive oil on our bodies, masturbated together, teased each other, spanked each other, and did hundreds of other kinky things that I probably can’t even remember now. About the only thing we never did was urinate on each other, which I find totally gross.
Ok, now to the story.
C. had a good friend, a guy, named K. They had known each other for several years and she was quite fond of him. They may have hooked up at one point, but I was never very sure about that. I liked him just fine. He was tall, fairly good-looking, and smart.
One evening we invited K. to hang out with us. He came over around 7pm on a Saturday night. We had a couple of drinks, caught up with each other, then went out to a bar in Wrigleyville. There, we had a couple more drinks, laughed, played pool, had, in general, a very good time. At some point, and this is where everything started, we began to talk about sex. C. and I joked about our experiences, K. talked about his. Fairly innocent stuff, but in retrospect, a very leading conversation.
So, we left the bar and decided to head back to our place for a nightcap. Once we got into the apartment, C. poured another glass of wine for all of us and we continued the conversation. Right in the middle of talking, C. jumped up, ran over to me and gave me a huge kiss. It was an out of the clear blue sky kind of moment and we all laughed about it. She then got up and announced that she thought K. needed a kiss, too.
At this point, I thought “Hmmmm, I don’t know if I like this very much.” Despite my feelings, she went over, sat on K.’s lap and gave him a long, slow, very deep French kiss. I had a definite pang of jealousy, but I was strangely touched by the moment. It seemed almost like the right thing to do.
She continued to kiss him and I decided that I had to use the bathroom. When I returned, things had progressed from innocent, naughty fun to another level entirely. She was still kissing him, but in her hand was his now erect cock. I was mesmerized. I mean, I had never been in the presence of any other cock but my own. My stomach was doing flip-flops and I just stood and stared. In a porn story, this is the point where the writer would say that it was massive, huge, gargantuan, etc., but it wasn’t. It was, in fact, similar to mine. Average length, large veins running down it, and decently thick. Very thick in fact. The head was a darker purple than mine and it was, I don’t know, kind of craggy looking.
