They had dinner, but didn't really feel like going out after. The spring had yet to fully set in, and the car was cold when they got in at the restaurant. Deciding against joining their friends at the nightclub, Meldrake and Julia went home and went upstairs, changed into lounging clothes, and sat in the living room and watched a recording of their favorite TV show, a bawdy adult cartoon about a band of adventurers.
Meldrake cracked a bottle of good red wine he'd gotten at the big box liquor store. Filling two glasses, he flipped the TV back to live broadcast, and sat down on the couch. He'd always slept in shorts that he would never wear in public; they were skin tight, black, and shorter than bike shorts. Julia loved them because she could see the entire outline of his cock when he got hard, and she had always loved his ass. Strong and prominent, she loved smacking it when they fucked, urging him deeper inside. A tank top framed his squared defined shoulders, and he had stepped into a pair of low cut socks, the hardwood floor was cold with the early spring chill.
Julia appeared in the kitchen, heather grey tights wrapped her thick thighs and ass, braless under a loose white tee, her large nippled DD breasts still a threat even dressed down. She reached into a cabinet, and came out with a tray that had a pack of rolling papers, a baggie of dense green nuggets, and a lighter.
She set the tray down on the coffee table and said "A joint with your red, sir?"
Meldrake smiled and said "Sure, babe."
Julia's thick brown hair shook into her face as she giggled. She was what Meldrake had called a "thicky thick" woman when they met 10 years ago, and her weight had gone up some,moving her from thick to plump, but her breasts were still heavy and round, her ass still bouncy and slappable, even if it were all a bit larger. She busied herself with the weed preparation.
Mel handed her a glass, and took a sip himself. Usually on wine and weed nights, Julia wanted to talk about sex. It was her foreplay. To talk about acts she had seen or done, or wanted to see and do, turned her on. Meldrake especially liked when she spoke about the big black cocks she had experienced. Since he owned a big black cock, this kind of conversation easily set him up as well.
Julia finished rolling a huge joint, fat in the middle, tapering down to the ends. She looked directly at Meldrake, stuck her wide tongue out of her mouth and licked her thick lips. Meldrake could not get over her lips. She loved to rub them on his cock, getting them shiny with his pre-come, before she took him in her mouth.
Julia lit the joint, and took a sip of her wine. She passed it to Meldrake, and stood, fiddling with her phone until music filled the air from the Bluetooth sound system they had installed. She killed the TV and sat back down as Mel handed the joint her way.
Mel thought he would begin. "The first time I did this, red wine and a joint? I was a junior in college, and finals had just ended. This girl Lisa, a tall Midwestern girl, played volleyball. We had struck up a friendship that I hoped would go further."
"Did it?" Julia asked.
"It did, that night. My last test ended at nine at night. We had a really hard education law course together, and it was the hardest final I had. Afterward, we went back to her place to decompress. She said she wanted to smoke, but didn't want to offend me by suggesting it. Didn't want to appear racist, as if all black folks smoked weed. So she poured some wine and, after assuring her that I did partake, and definitely on the first day of summer break, she rolled a good blunt and we got high."
Julia drank some more wine. It really was good stuff. The mellow weed combined with the wine began to work on Julia's libido. "Did you fuck?"
"Well...she really wanted to see it. Said that she wanted to see if the rumors were true. I was in a very weird mood, I remember. Just finished my last final of what I thought was going to be my hardest year of college. Super horny, 'cause this girl I wanted to get with wanted to get with me. But at the same time, not giving a fuck at all, 'cause school was over. So, when she said she wanted to see it, I immediately stood up and dropped my pants, took off my underwear, and let it all hang out. She stopped short, then, as I got hard, she began to, I thought, scratch herself. I was so dumb. She started to rub herself through her soccer shorts..."
"Soccer shorts? That's not sexy at all." Julia cracked as she poured another glass of wine for herself, and gestured with the bottle at Meldrake. He looked thoughtful, took the bottle from her, but did not pour.
"Hey, this is college in the nineties, and she was an athlete. She looked good in them, too."
"OK,OK. What did she look like?"
"Tall, light brown hair, muscular body. You know, that volleyball body. Pretty, intelligent...but I wasn't real to her, I don't think. I also don't think it was my cock. I think she had a thing for black guys, but in the worst way possible. I was a fantasy sexual being, not a boyfriend. Anyway, she starts rubbing her pussy while looking at my cock watching it grow. She took me in her mouth without touching it, and began to suck the head. I was loving it, and evidently so was she, because she came from stroking herself with my cock in her mouth."
"Hot!" Julia said, sliding her hand under her shirt and giving her own nipple a tweak. "That's one of my favorite things to do, but I like it when you are playing with my pussy when I suck your cock. Did you end up fucking?"
Meldrake poured his wine finally, and puffed hard on the joint, which was only about half gone. "No. After she came, she said she didn't want to get pregnant, and she sucked and jacked me off. I thought it was great at 21 years old and had no complaints. I wasn't exactly swimming in women at that time."
Julia scooted over on the couch so that she was next to Mel, and took the joint and a large swallow of wine. "How sad. But that means I got you. Do you know what happened to her?"
"Volleyball coach out in Kansas, at a small college. She has a winning record. Haven't talked to her though. Don't really need to." Meldrake drank some more wine. Julia place her hand on the bulge in his stretch shorts.