1 comments/ 31413 views/ 1 favorites A Shot in the Dark By: Pokerman Michael and I were best friends since childhood. Since we were 4 years old we'd lived across the street from each other, and spent almost every afternoon at one house or the other playing and watching TV. Two or three nights a week I'd have dinner at his house, and two or three nights a week he'd have dinner at mine. So it was no surprise that when we got accepted into the same college that we signed up to be roommates. We had a blast that first semester at school, going to parties and doing what guys do when away from home. We'd each gotten laid a bunch of times during the semester, and if we came home with a girl, we'd leave an "X" on the white board hanging from the door, to warn the other guy to stay away until 2:00. That was our designated time that ready or not, I'm coming in the room! One night right before Christmas break, I'd gotten home around 1:30, went into bed and collapsed. A little while later I heard Michael come into the room, and it was clear he wasn't alone. I pretended to sleep as they climbed into his bed and started fooling around. At one point, his date said "What about your roommate? Won't he hear us?" "Don't worry about him," Michael said. "Once he's asleep nothing short of an explosion can wake him up." Michael knew that I was actually a very light sleeper, and was most likely awake by now. Our beds were on opposite walls, and offered no privacy. I laid there, watching as they quickly undressed and the girl (named Stacy, I would learn later), started sucking on his cock. She really had him going, and it wasn't long before Michael called out "Ohhhh shittttttt..." as he filled Stacy's mouth with cum. Stacy laid down on the bed as Michael started exploring her body with his mouth. I could see her arching her back as he sucked on her breasts, and as he moved his hand down to her cunt she moaned loudly. Michael whispered "Shhhhhhhh..." pretending he thought I was sleeping. I watched him move down her body, and heard him slurping her pussy juices. She was thrusting her hips against his face as he tried to hold her down, and before too long she cried out, cumming over and over on Michael's face. I saw him get up, and heard his dresser drawer open. The familiar rrriiippppppping noise of a condom being opened followed, and I watched as Michael climbed on top of her. He wasted no time thrusting his cock deep inside of her, as her constant moaning could attest. I listened to the squishing sound his rubber-covered cock was making with each thrust, and could tell that Stacy was getting closer to cumming again. Mike rolled her over so she was on top, and I watched the outline of her huge tits bouncing up and down as she rode Mike's cock. My own cock was rock hard listening to them, and I started stroking it. I reached over to my night table to grab a couple of tissues as I watched them fuck. Mike must have started rubbing her clit as she fucked him, because I heard her telling him "Ohhhh yessss Mike...just like that, rub it a little faster.." followed quickly by "...OHHHHH SHITTTTTTT OHHHHHH GGOOOODDDDDDDDD MIKKKKKEEEEEE" as she came again. Right behind her, Mike cried out in his own orgasm, sending his cum shooting into the condom, and I made it a threesome as I quietly shot my load into the tissues. Stacy got up, put on Mike's robe and told him that she had to go pee. She went down the hall to the bathroom. Mike clicked on the light. "Not a bad piece of ass, eh Jake?" "Man, that was fucking hot. Where'd you meet her?" "Her name's Stacy. She's in my Econ 101 class. I ran into her down at the Rat, and she agreed to come back here. Sorry if we kept you up, man." He saw the tissue. "Looks like you took care of things yourself, huh?" I couldn't hide it, so I tossed the tissue out in the wastebasket. "Yeah, I couldn't help it." Michael laughed. "Hey no problem man. I'd have done the same thing. Look, let me make it up to you." "How," I asked. "Switch places." I couldn't believe what he was saying. "You serious?" "Hell, yeah. Hey, I only wanted to fuck her, not marry her. Besides, I hear she's already fucked half the freshman class. Let's see if she notices." I got naked and got into Michael's bed, while put on some boxers and went into mine. I clicked off the light just as Stacy came back in. Mike and I are around the same height and same build, but I didn't think this would work, unless I was really quiet. Stacy sat on the bed next to me. "Mmmmm, Mike. That was great. But I need to go." She kissed me, and I reached into the robe to feel her breasts. They were soft and firm, and more than a handful. I squeezed them, rolling her nipples between my fingers. "Ohhhhh Mikkkkeeeeee...I need to gooooooo..." I kissed her again, our tongues intertwined as I moaned into her mouth. I opened the robe and pulled her onto my lap. We kissed like that for a while, my hands exploring every inch of her body as my cock pressed against her stomach. I rolled her onto the bed and started attacking her breasts. She was arching her back towards me just as I'd seen her do to Mike as I reached down to her pussy. I smiled to myself as I discovered she was shaved, and shoved two fingers deep inside of her. "Oh Miiikkkkkkeeeeeeeeeee...yesssss ohhh just like that Mikkeeeeeeeeeee," she cried out, as I fucked her pussy with my fingers. She was so excited I knew she wouldn't last very long, so I scooted down the bed and dove into her pussy. I love the taste of pussy, especially a shaved one, and I lapped hungrily at her juices. "Ohhhhh Mikkkkeee," she moaned. "Ohhhhhh Ggggddddddd Mike..." I spread her lips apart and fucked her with my tongue, driving it in and out of her slit. Stacy grabbed my head and rubbed it against her pussy. I teased her by sucking her clit in and out of my mouth. She clenched her legs around my face and screamed out again. "Ohhhhhhhh GGGGDDDDDDDD MIKKKEEEEEEEE...I'M CUMMMMMING!!!!!!" she yelled, as she exploded on my face. I licked up all her sweet nectar as she came for at least a full minute. She pulled me on top of her and kissed me furiously. Our mouths mashed together, the scent of her pussy juices filling our nostrils, as my hard cock poked against her hole. "Ohhhhh Gggooood Michael. That was even more intense than the first one. What got into you?" I kissed her and said nothing. I got up and took one of the condoms out of Michael's dresser. I put it on and got back onto the bed. Stacy reached down and fondled my cock, getting me nice and hard. I rolled her over, as Stacy said "Mmmmmm...I love it from behind..." I got behind her and eased my cock into her well-oiled pussy. She'd already cum at least three or four times, and I thrust my cock in to the hilt in one easy motion. As I thrust back and forth into her, Stacy squeezed my cock with her muscles, clenching me deep inside of her. I reached underneath Stacy to play with her tits, which made her buck harder at me, my cock slamming into her over and over. I was pinching her nipples, making her go even faster, and I decided to see what happened if I pulled on them. I gradually pulled her nipples down, causing her to hiss, and cry out "OHHHHH GEEEEZZZZZ MIKEEEEEEY...OHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS..." I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. I moved one hand off her breasts and down to her asshole. I pressed my thumb into her ass, causing her to cry out. "OHHHHH YESSSS MIKE...OHHHHHH GGGODDDDDDDD ...OHHHHH FUCK MY ASSSSSSSS...PLEASSSSE FUCK MY ASSSSSSSS..." I pulled out of her cunt and sat down on the bed. Stacy faced away from me, and gently lowered herself on my cock. I spread her cheeks apart as inch by inch I filled her tight ass. As my cock slid into her, I started rubbing her clit. She moved up and down on my cock as I fingered her clit, and as I was half-way inside her, I pulled down on her hips, impaling my cock deep inside her ass. She turned around and kissed me, my fingers playing with her clit as she moved up and down slowly. We leaned back against the wall as I fucked her ass deeply. I pushed our legs apart, exposing her cunt to Mike, who was still laying on my bed watching us fuck. I motioned for him to come over to us, and with her eyes closed and her legs spread far apart, Stacy didn't know what was happening until Mike drove his tongue deep into her tasty cunt. Stacy cried out again and pushed Mike's face into her pussy as I fucked her ass. Stacy started bucking and moaning. "OHHHHHH YESSSSSS...EAT MY PUSSSYY...OHHHHHH MYYYY GODDDDDDDD YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS...OHHHHHH SHIITTTTTTTTTT...OHHHHHH GOODDDDDDDDDDDDD" Stacy exploded onto Mike's face as she came. I was right behind her, and pulled her hard onto my cock, sending it deep into her ass as I shot my load. I came again and again with my cock in her ass, as Mike lapped up all her sweet pussy juices. I clicked on the light, and saw the look of surprise in her face as she realized who was fucking her for the last half hour. I thought she'd be pissed, at the very least that we'd both get slapped. Instead, she got off my cock, turned around and kissed me. Our mouths grinded against each other as I squeezed her ass. She broke our kiss, turned back towards Michael, and kissed him the same way. "I really have to go guys," she said, as she got dressed. "But how about next time, we forget the games, OK?" She scribbled her dorm room on a piece of paper. "Why don't you both stop by tomorrow night? I know my roommate would love to meet you." Our mouths dropped to the ground as she kissed us both on the lips softly and walked out the door. What happened next, is of course...another story. A Shot in the Dark I walked into the old building and immediately found myself immersed in a reverberating din of activity. In addition to the incessant hum of the light fixtures and the squeaking chug of an insufficient air conditioner, phones were ringing, people were talking and there were even a few typewriters clacking. Stepping up to the desk, I leaned forward and said, "I need to talk to," I paused, reaching my hand in my pocket and looking at the crumpled up business card before continuing, "Joe Hammond about a matter." "You'll need to speak up, I can't hear what you're saying." "I need to speak to Joe Hammond," I said slightly louder. "Well, we're pretty busy around here, can I tell him what it's about?" he asked, running a handkerchief across his forehead wiping away the sweat. I noticed two dark rings under his arms. "He asked me to get in touch with him if I remembered anything else." "Anything else about what?" Shrugging my shoulders I said, "I'm not sure, he was the one who came to me." "Okay, find a seat somewhere and I'll get your message to him. What is your name?" "Jackson, Jason Jackson." "Please have a seat Mr. Jackson." I felt myself beginning to tremble as I moved over to an old wooden bench and sat down at the very end. My memory has been bad of late, well it went completely away for a number of years, but recently some bits of it have returned. I had angered Mr. Hammond because of this, but after he talked to my doctors he seemed to forgive me about it all. Since I talked to him several months ago, the flashes of recollection have become stronger, kind of merging into a cohesive, flowing memory. It started with a shot in the dark if you can call it that. I walked into a late night diner and just before I slipped into a booth for a quick bit to eat, I noticed her sipping coffee alone in a booth at the back of the room. Grabbing a flower from a vase at an empty table, not just any flower, a white carnation, with beautiful rays of red running through the petals, I walked to her table and handed her the flower saying, "You seemed sad, someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be sad." Cringing a bit at the melodramatic line I couldn't believe I just used, I watched her as she said, "Thanks," and then returned her attention to her coffee cup. Smiling, I headed back toward the empty booth when she said, "Do you really think so?" "Think so what?" I turned and asked. "You said I was beautiful, do you really think I am beautiful?" "Of course," I said, sliding into the seat across from her. "As soon as I stepped into the diner I saw you." "I am the only single woman here, could that..." "I didn't notice that you were the only woman by herself, I noticed you because you were so beautiful. I brought you the flower because you looked sad." "I don't feel very beautiful," she said, as a tear ran down her cheek. I could tell it wasn't the first tear she shed her tonight. "My husband doesn't think I am." "How could he not..." "That's what I'm doing here, I just watched him walk into that motel," she pointed at a cheap hotel across the street, "with a woman." "Perhaps it was a dinner meeting..." "There is no restaurant in that motel, no bar, no gift shop, just rooms." My memory was like that now, after years of absolutely nothing, and then just bits in pieces, they now seemed to come flooding back to me in intricate detail. The lady, Erin was her name, Erin kept coming back to the diner as her husband paraded an assortment of women into the hotel. Since I was eating there regularly, I saw her there each time. It reached the point where I stopped by a flower shop so I could give her a fresh flower each time we met. It took some time but I finally convinced her to go to a different place, one away from the hotel. We found a small café a number of blocks away and our meetings became a friendly dinner instead of sipping coffee and fighting off tears. The conversations turned to be more about the two of us, instead of the two of them (her husband and whatever woman he walked into the motel with). Or relationship developed from strangers in a diner, to good friends getting together, to close friends discussing everything with each other, to ultimately two people falling in love with each other. Each time we met, I'd bring a flower, trying hard to find a slightly different flower. She'd take the blossom and tuck it into her light red hair, making me think of Hawaii for some reason. She loved flowers, so the first time I brought her back to my apartment to make love, I had covered the bed in rose petals. It was absolutely beautiful to see her naked among all those red and white petals. I crawled up between her legs and as she blossomed for me, I ran my tongue between her lips and tasted her. Continuing moving my tongue I circled her delicate nub while my fingers slipped inside her, exploring her moist softness. When she came it was mild and sedate, like a sigh whispered in the wind, something so gentle and true that it seemed we flowed together. Later, she guided me into her, wrapping her arms and legs around me as she came again, as if she wanted us to merge into one body, one being, and one soul. I came inside her, feeling her warmth draw me in so when my erection subsided and I slipped from her we shared an aching longing to join again, somehow come together but this time remain that way. These memories, now that they've returned to me are the things I cherish most in life now. "Jackson, Jason Jackson," the voice ripped me from my memories. I stood up from the bench and stepped up to the desk. "I'm Jason Jackson." "Yeah, Hammond will see you now, just walk through that door and then it's the second desk on the right." "Thank you," I said softly, walking through the door and over to the second desk on the right. Looking at the dark haired man I said, "Mr. Hammond?" "Detective," he said and when I squinted my eyes at him he said, "It's Detective Hammond. Now have a seat please." "Well Mr... I mean Detective Hammond, you said I should come talk to you if I remembered anything more." "Oh, yes, wait... this is about the Erin Masterson case, yes you were the close friend with amnesia or something." "Well the doctor's called it..." "Yes, I have the file, what did you come here to tell me," he asked, grabbing a pen and a pad. "Some of my memories have returned since we last talked and I hoped I could help some more." "Okay, well.." I paused looking at the small pad and the pen he held. "You know, when my memories come back, well while at first it came in bits and pieces," I paused while he nodded, "but this time it just flooded into me. I think..." "You're saying I need a bigger pad?" he asked. "I think so." "Look, why don't we move into that room over there, it's quieter and I can get a tape machine set up. That way I won't disturb you by writing everything down," he said, looking over at another man and circling a finger in the air. I followed him into the room and sat down. In a few minutes someone wheeled an old cassette tape recorder into the room and placed it on the table in front of me. Detective Hammond made sure the tape was ready and pressed record. "Okay Mr. Jackson, you can tell me what you came here to tell me." I took a deep breath and staring into Detective Hammond's dark brown eyes I began, "I walked into a late night diner and just before I slipped into a booth for a quick bit to eat, I noticed her sipping coffee alone in a booth..." Continuing, I related my memories in detail, down to the stunning intimacy of when Erin and I first made love. While I continued, I also talked about how frightened we became when she learned she had vaginal warts, a little gift her husband presented her with on one of the rare occasions she stayed home to have sex with her. Though relieved it wasn't something more serious, I did have to begin using a condom hoping I had not already developed a problem. Strange thing, although we had been relieved she had only contracted the warts from him, the doctors couldn't seem to get them under control, resorting to heavier doses of medicine and more exotic treatment. I soon noticed an overall decline in her, first it was the headaches, then she began dropping things and her short term memory came and went. It was a strange thing, she could still remember the carnation I gave her that first day, she could remember every touch, every sensation of the first time we made love, but she couldn't remember if she had put on her shoes without looking. Detective Hammond listened intently as I went on, pausing me when the tape ran out and he had to open the machine and flip the cassette. When he nodded to me I continued my recollection of her declining state of mind. Her husband had all but abandoned her, returning home only on Fridays to get his check out of the mail and then leave. Since she couldn't remember her way to my apartment, I pretty much moved in, just making sure I was gone on Fridays. It was about midnight on a Tuesday evening after a really bad day when she begged me to love her. Thinking perhaps she wanted to make love, I crawled into bed beside her, but she pleaded with me to love her. I embraced her and whispered in her ear, but she shook her head no, again pleading, "Please love me, please love me, please love me enough," finally pointing to the nightstand beside the bed. I opened the drawer and saw a bible. Thinking she wanted me to read from it, I pulled it out of the drawer. It was then I saw what she wanted. Without any further questions, I closed the bedroom door, turned out the lights and tucked some pillows gently around her head. I then went back to the drawer and then returned to her, resting my hand against a pillow, I kissed her and whispered, "I love you." Before she could respond, I pulled the trigger. A single shot rang out in the darkness.