0 comments/ 22352 views/ 1 favorites Nice Guys Finish First By: tooblonde488 Looking at him across the board room, I decided that there was something about that guy. Jeremy and I had met about six months ago; when he transferred to my marketing department from another area. I am average I suppose, with a large chest, and amazing grey eyes, I date often, usually losers, who are only interested in sex, and you know, bad boys. Thus, Jeremy wasn't my typical type... He didn't seem too interested in girls...almost strictly business... not severe or anything, it just seemed like he wasn't interested in any thing beyond doing his job, but, don't get me wrong, he still managed to be a funny guy, everyone liked him, and going for drinks after work with the rest of our close knit department was a priority. But that was as far as anything had got between us. He had this very smooth quality, yet he never took advantage of it. As the months passed, I realized that I was beginning to look for him in the hallways and around the office…Now, Jeremy wasn't really attractive... he had a baby face... Big ears, and a hair cut that couldn't decide what to do with itself… But there was just something that just was appealing… He was super nice and polite to me… He always smiled at me, and never failed to tell me good morning. But there was something that was holding me back, I just felt funny. For example, when I told my best friend what I was thinking, she replied "Jeremy? He is really nice, but I think he makes a better friend than boyfriend…" And, for a while, that is how I thought about it. One day, while thinking about a recent conversation with Jeremy, I decided to write him an email. I tried to keep it lite, but I couldn't help asking him 20 questions about his entire life! The next day I still hadn't heard from Jeremy, and I was starting to think that my email should have been sent to the delete box instead to his box... Then, shortly before lunch, I got a reply; "Kylie, I usually don't reply to emails, so feel special, since I was kind of blown away by your email! I don't think I have been asked so many questions since I did my taxes. Since lunch is coming up, why don't we just go together, and I will try to answer some of your questions! But no guarantees, a man must have mystery… or is that your job??? Jeremy" Thus began a relationship between us. Strictly platonic, at first, I mean, he wasn't my type, right? I began to ask Jordan advice about my relationships with various men... Jordan was always neutral, giving me honest answers, even if he didn't want to… I began to think of Jordan as my best friend... We sent each other at least one email a day, we always had lunch together, and we began to call each other before bed, and lay there and talk forever. Sometimes we would just talk until the next morning, when it was time to go to work… And we never ran out of things to say to each other! Soon, Jeremy started to come over to my house more and more. One night, after watching TV in and talking for hours, Jeremy and I were getting dangerously close to becoming more than friends. (Not that it was a bad thing; I just didn't want to loose what we already had). Jeremy and I were washing our hands after dinner, and as I turned to say something to him, something inside me just clicked. I stood there and just looked at Jeremy, and without a word, He swiftly leaned over and kissed me on my lips… it was the perfect kiss. Not to urgent, but just enough so that I knew that he had wanted to do this for a while. I felt something deep inside me that I had never felt before. Sparks were flying… near literally. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever had. I looked at him and said, "Did you feel that?" Jeremy nodded silently, and then said "I have never felt anything like that." We smiled, and Jeremy leaned over and wrapped his arms around me. Running his fingers through my hair, he whispered "Oh, you are amazing... I really don't want to leave you." He sighed and pulled away. "But, I have to meet my parents at the airport. I wonder if I should just send a taxi for them?" We laughed and decided that he had better go anyway… I needed to think anyway.Things started to progress from there, as far as our friend-relationship… but things never really got physical. In fact, despite our obvious attraction, I was afraid to go further. I had been in a lot of bad relationships and I could not bring myself to forget my past. So, instead, Jeremy and I pretended that we were OK with just being friends. Jeremy was patient with me, humoring my flirting, and never rushing me, he understood that I needed time, Even though he didn't know when his time would be. We even went underwear shopping and Jeremy bought me an expensive thong, no doubt knowing that he may never see it on, the way I was acting… Then it happened. I had taken a long out of state vacation, during which Jeremy and I talked every night, and I began to realize that I was falling for this man, I mean, really falling. I was ready to be with him. I couldn't believe it! My soul mate had been before my eyes for the past 5 months, I didn't care that his ears were big, and he was not the bad boy I was used to, and I wanted him beyond all reason. Finally, the nice guy was going to finish first!! Then night I arrived back, Jeremy came to my house to pick me up for a welcome home dinner. I opened door and gasped. Jeremy had matured into a very good looking individual. He looked totally different. Older. Very hot. I almost melted right then and there...It was hard to believe he had changed so much in only 1 month! I wasn't quite ready, being the punctually challenged individual that I am, so I invited Jeremy in while I finished. I was still in my bathrobe, and told Jeremy it would be about 10 minutes, in the mean time, I offered, and Jeremy accepted, a beer, and when I brought it back, he took it, and set it on the table, but never let go of my hand. I leaned into him, my eyes begging for his lips; Jeremy succumbed, and gave them to me. His tongue tentively out lined my lips, and then sought out my tongue... our lips and tongues intertwined and the kiss became more urgent. I started to run my hands in his hair, along his face, and pull at his shirt. "Kylie" he whispered huskily, toying with the belt of my robe. "I have never wanted anything so badly. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. I need you Kylie." I smiled and said, "Then take me, because I have been yours for a while" I sighed, leaning into him. Jeremy wrapped his arms around me and ran his fingers through my hair before pulling back so that he could give me a lengthy kiss. He tenitivly united my robe as I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, when my robe fell off; he let out a low moan… I was wearing the thong he had gotten for me, so many months ago. "I never thought I would see this… I am so happy I got it for you… you look so beautiful." Jeremy began to run his fingertips along my body. Softly caressing my breasts, before gently flicking each nipple; first with his fingertips, then with his tongue. He let his touch fall to the line of my panties, softly tugging them down. "I want to do something to you that I have not done before…" He gave me a hard kiss, then laid me on the floor, and began to finish taking the little clothing off that I was wearing. Jeremy began to kiss me all over, reveling at my flesh. He freely admitted that he didn't think that he would ever really get me… I was out of his league he thought, but now that I was his for the taking, he was going to take is sweet time. Jeremy started to slyly work his way down from my mouth, kissing my breasts, soft at first, then harder, sucking and nibbling on my hard nipples, squeezing them with his big hands… He was like a little kid, holding my milky white breasts in his hands, gently licking my nipples, inspecting each pore on my skin, kissing every inch of it. His touch was so soft; I was melting at each caress. After a few minutes of inspecting my breasts, he began to kiss his way down to my navel, sucking on my flat stomach, leaving small red marks on my skin. I felt a rush of goose-bumps all over my body, and my hands trailed through his hair, and over his shoulders. He parted my thighs with his hands, and kissed the soft skin of my legs. Rubbing his fingers over my smooth mound, he began to rub his thumb against my clit. Then he started to lick it…His soft, wet tongue exploring me. I moaned and pushed my hips into his face, he started to kiss the folds of my pussy, liking and sucking my lips and clit. After gently lapping up all my wetness, he slid 1 finger into me. I responded to this welcome intrusion by arching my back, and moaning loudly. He roughly licked the folds that made up my lips. Flicking my clit with enthusiasm, He pulled his finger in and out, in and out, sometimes leaving it inside me and moving it around, putting pressure on the walls of my inside and feeling for my g-spot. I was squirming with ecstasy. He began to suck my clit excitedly, and my body quivered in anticipation. I pulled on his hair, pushing his mouth to my wet pussy; he was fucking me with his finger and his tongue, his spare hand franticly rubbing my clit. I moaned loudly. I couldn't believe that I was already close, but every time he touched me it felt like there were waves rushing over my body, originating from his fingertips. "I could taste you forever" he whispered. My body was tingling all over, I felt like his hands where everywhere at once. I was frantic, clawing the sheets, his hair, back, what ever I could reach. He started sucking on my clit, harder and faster. I was moaning so loud, I thought I was going to wake up everyone within a 10 mile radius. I couldn't believe the sensation this man was giving me. Jeremy continued to suck on my clit, hard, perfectly… I never knew that I could ever get so much sensation from one spot. He was still penetrating my neither region with a perfect rhythm, I felt like I was going to have, like, a million orgasms in a row. Clawing at my hair and my chest… moaning with every touch… I couldn't contain myself. "I am going to cum" I managed to whisper. Bucking my hips wildly, I cam, in a rush of emotion, breathing hard, and moaning harder, I pulled his face to my quivering cunt, rubbing his face in my wetness. I brought him up to me, and kissing my lover deeply, I cleaned his face of my cum. I told him that I wanted to return the favor, and, smiling, I started to pull off his pants. "Was that really your first time?!" "Well, yeah…" he said sheepishly. "Oh God, I am so lucky! You're a natural", I laughed. "Thank you." He blushed, and ran his fingers through his mussed hair, "Oh man, guess we can forget about dinner" Jeremy chuckled. "Well, actually, I was about to have a little something" I said coyly. I grabbed his hard dick, and softly moved my wet tongue around the head. Licking up the precum, I took the head into my warm mouth. Swirling my tongue around it, I started to move my mouth up and down, coating it with my spit. I began to stroke it with my hand, making sure it was slick and wet. Jeremy gasped and began to fondle my tits while I started to work his cock down my throat. I began to move my mouth up and down, twisting my head with each stroke. I would take his head and move it around with my tongue, feeling every inch of it. My hand, which had been gently cupped around his balls, started to move up and down his shaft, moving with my mouth. I began to pull my mouth totally off, stroking the entire length of his dick with my hand. I moved so that my ass was near his face, so that I was in a better position to deep throat his large cock. I managed to coat most of his dick with my spit, and, taking a deep breath, I started to swallow his pulsing member. He took advantage of my position by slapping my ass in approval. Then he started to finger my already wet cunt. I moaned, as best as I could with his dick in my mouth, and started to pull my mouth up and down his shaft, taking it down my throat and then out again. My eyes were watering from the deepness, but I couldn't stop, not now. I wanted to take his dick as far inside me as I could. Jeremy was rubbing my clit and finger fucking my seeping cunt. He deftly took his thumb and, using the moisture from my pussy, massaged it around my tight asshole. I was so excited by this I almost forgot what I was doing; I hadn't ever done that before. I regained my composure and gave Jeremy an extra hard jerk and suck. Jeremy moaned loudly and started to fuck my pussy harder, using 2 fingers this time… I tightened my hold on his dick, and started to suck harder, swirling my soft tongue around the head as I held it in my mouth. I would pull my mouth totally off, and then shove it back between my wet lips. Jeremy had one hand on my tit, roughly massaging it, pinching my nipple, while moaning loudly. I started to swallow his cock again, wiggling my shoulders so that I worked it down deeper than I thought possible. Jeremy grabbed my ass, and bucked his hips. I continued this new method of deep-throating, his cock coated in thick saliva. I was moving my head around until I was kissing his torso, with his cock still lodged in my throat. His dick started to pulse, and his balls tensed up, I shoved his dick as far down my throat as I could and heard him moan loudly, as I felt Jeremy's load empty in the back of my mouth. I sucked every last drop out of that dick as I came up, giving it one last hard suck before finally releasing it. Jeremy looked at me thankfully. His eyes glazed from his orgasm. He licked his fingers, and then pulled me in for a kiss... "Kylie, as fantastic as that was... and I believe that you just won the gold… I am not done with you just yet. I have been waiting for you a long time. And I will not be finished until I have you in every way possible." I bit my lip, looking at him. The fire in his eyes was burning bright, and I knew he meant every word. Chapter 2 Jeremy took me by the hand, and led me into my bedroom. The clothes I was planning to wear to dinner were laid out, and he carefully picked them up, and placed them on a chair. Standing before me, Jeremy looked at me, and gave me the sweetest kiss: gentle yet passionate, and slightly urgent. He ran his fingers through my hair, kissing my neck, smelling my sweet perfume. He looked at me and laid me on the bed. Knelling before me, Jeremy spread my legs, licking up all the cum that he had caused me to expel earlier. Smiling, he kissed each of my nipples, sucking slightly before letting go. He kissed my mouth, hard, and pushed me onto my back. "I don't want to wait for you anymore…. I am going to take you now." He mumbled between kisses. I took his hard prick into my hands, and started to guide it into me. I stopped at the head, teasing him with the wetness. He tried to push into me, but I moved back, keeping his dripping dick from reaching me. I continued to tease him like this, easing his dick into me just a little more each time before pulling it out. I finally relented, and eased him into me. Jeremy started to pump hard at first, then he slowed down, and started to focus on going deeper… he reached down to my ass, and, grabbing a cheek, he started to push harder and deeper… I was rubbing my clit furiously and grinding my hips along to his rhythm. Jeremy began to kiss me, deep and sloppily, moving from my mouth to my neck, where he started to suck, hard. I was moaning and arching my back, so that we were chest-to-chest. Looking into his eyes, I realized that I could actually see the fire burning inside them. He was looking at me with this incredibly intense look, His lips parted and he kissed me, eyes open, and I felt the fireworks all over again. I started to grind against him with renewed vigor. Jeremy suddenly sat up, and, without a word, withdrew. He urgently turned me over, and I got onto my knees. He entered my wet pussy from behind, and I reached down with my hand to feel him sliding inside me, the feeling of my fingers, and my pussy made Jeremy pump harder, and I started to rub my clit again. Jeremy leaned over and grasped one of my large tits, squeezing, he moaned with delight. He slapped my ass, and started to rub his finger against the wet hole of my ass. I moaned with ecstasy, for the first time realizing that I enjoyed that sensation a hell of a lot. I reached into my night stand, and grabbed a dildo. I asked Jeremy if he would like to use it on my ass, you know, to prepare it for his dick... He nodded with a smile, so I took it into my mouth to get it nice and wet for my tight ass. He took it, and started to work it into my puckered hole. I almost came right then from the feeling of being so full of cock… real and otherwise. He fucked me like that for about a minute, slapping my ass with a hard 'whap' occasionally. Matching the rhythm and withdrawing his dick and the dildo completely before shoving them back into me, to the hilt. I groaned with unbridled pleasure, and moved my hips back to his body. Jeremy decided the time had come to put his dick into my ass, so he tossed the dildo to the side, and, slid his dick into my waiting wet, tight hole. The stretching was a painful pleasure, and I realized his dick was much bigger than the dildo. He stuck two fingers into my puss, and, wiggling them around inside, he continued to fuck my ass. Having him behind me was so thrilling, because I never knew what he was going to do. I just felt his fingers sliding all over me, going from one crevice to another, surprising me with every move. "I can feel myself…" he said in awe. I whimpered in delight as sensations from the pounding I was receiving flowed through my body. I groaned as his dick continued to work at my ass, quickly bringing me to climax. I reached behind, and grabbed his hand; "I am going to explode... "I moaned. Jeremy grabbed my hair, and jerked my head back. As I bucked my body back into him, forcing him to go further inside me, as I came, I felt his cum shoot into my ass. Wave after wave of intense orgasm racked my body and it felt like I was going to go on forever. He continued to shove his fingers relentlessly into my cunt as I came all over his hand. He groaned and pulled his dick out of my stretched ass. His cum dripped out, on to the sheet below me. I lay down, on my back, unable to move, and Jeremy pulled me onto his lap. Turning my face to his, he said, "I don't think you understand how I feel about you. You are the most incredible individual I have ever met." He sighed, and I watched as sweat dripped from my lover's forehead. I kissed his mouth, tasting bitter sweat, and my sweet cum on his lips. "Jeremy, I think you are awesome" I whispered. "I don't ever want you to leave me… I am falling in love with you." I heard a slight intake of breath, and Jeremy replied with: "If you fall as hard as I have, then we are going to the perfect couple." we beamed at each other, thinking about our future, and I laid against his chest, with a contented smile on my face. We talked until the next morning, and then had another round. This was my true story of what lead to, and the details of, my first time with my soul mate. I met my fiancé, Jeremy, over a year ago, and he and I are still together, still madly in love (falling harder every day) and planning to spend the rest of our lives together like that. Nice Guys Finish First My name is Wyatt Gardner, and I’ve got a problem that plagues nice guys all over the world. The more attractive a girl is, the more likely I am to clam up, lose all confidence, and generally make a fool out of myself. Despite this little handicap, I’ve never been too lonely or sexually frustrated since, as my grandmother says, there are many fish in the sea. Plus, personality means a lot more to me than looks. Last year, though, I met Alison, the woman of my dreams – funny, intelligent, a sparkling personality – who just happens to be a colossal babe. I met her in Spanish class at San Diego State during my sophomore year. I used to spend a good chunk of the class period staring at her. For some reason I was obsessed with her back (which was nearly always bare) and the way her hair, tightly woven into a thousand tiny braids, settled on it. I remember wondering what it would be like to stare down at that perfect back while I fucked her from behind. One day, a month or so into the semester, she approached me after class and asked, in her mild Georgia accent, if I wanted to join her study group for the midterm exam. I was excited to see Alison outside of class, but when I showed up at her apartment, that familiar relapse into shyness took hold. When she greeted me at the door her smile hit me like a ton of bricks. She was dressed to kill, with a tight, white tank top and equally tight jeans showing off her perfect, heart-shaped ass. A cross hung low on her neck, nestled in her bustline. (I’ve always thought there’s something really sexy about mixing sex and religion.) True to form, I didn’t say more than ten words to Alison that night until, on my way out the door, I noticed a tear forming in her eye. Soon after, I was in her room listening to her heart-wrenching tale of woe caused by an unfaithful boyfriend. At the time, I was more than happy to be her shoulder to cry on. At the end of the night, I got a nice big hug for it, which meant a good five seconds of her breasts smashed snug against my chest. I left her apartment feeling high on the possibilities. Her boyfriend was obviously a jerk, so it seemed I had arrived on the scene at just the right moment. My shyness around beautiful women wasn’t even turning out to be a problem, since she was doing most of the talking and I was getting points for just listening. As it turned out, though, Alison often needed consolation, and mine was her favorite shoulder to cry on. She grew dependent on my shoulder, at the expense of the rest of me: namely my cock, which ached for her every time I laid eyes on her tight and pleasing form. Alison and I grew closer as the weeks and months passed, but I found myself firmly stuck in the “just friends” category, that black hole of male sexual frustration. I can’t count the number of times I’ve helped her through her various crises with asshole boyfriends. Sometimes the crisis would revolve around her sex life, and I’d have to listen while she gave me all the lurid details. Every time the word “pussy” floated out of her sexy mouth I nearly died in frustration. Sometimes I wished she’d just find a gay guy to confide in. Occasionally, I thought I picked up on a little bit of sexual energy between us, but it could easily have been wishful thinking. I never could get up the courage to tell her how I felt, though she’d have to be pretty stupid not to have noticed the many times when my glance would linger on her breasts for just a second more than was appropriate. The worst part of all this was knowing that I could have made her so much happier than those muscle-bound, brainless jocks she was screwing. Despite her awesome body, creamy brown skin, and devastating smile, she was very sensitive and insecure at heart. None of the guys she dated were smart enough to understand this, so they’d always say the wrong thing and then not even know why their fine piece of ass wouldn’t speak to them anymore. But Alison stuck to her pattern, alternating between jocks and plain old frat boys, which is why I was surprised one Friday when she called to invite me to her sorority invitational for 10 o’clock that night. It didn’t really qualify as a date, because I knew the girls were allowed to invite three people each. Still, she had never included me in anything like this before. There were lots of excellent reasons to decline the invitation. For one, I’d have to cancel a date with a girl who’d made it abundantly clear that I’d wake up the next morning a “lucky” man. For another thing, I hadn’t been to any Greek event since I dropped out of my pledge class freshman year (after refusing to perform unnatural acts on a hoofed farm animal). The last, and probably best reason for not going was that I’d likely get an up-close and personal look at the lusty beginnings of another of Alison’s tragically stupid love affairs. She was in-between assholes at the moment. In the end, the promise of seeing Alison fully decked out in all of her sorority girl glory made all of those reasons irrelevant. Also, I told myself this would be the night that I’d tell her how I felt, for better or worse. I walked over to the sorority house at 10, but the bus to the nightclub had apparently already left! From the outside, the house looked completely dark and empty. I walked up to the front door and knocked, not really expecting an answer. A split second after my knock sounded, however, the door opened and Alison was there. Since I happened to be looking down at the moment, the first thing I noticed was that she had no shoes on, and her toes were painted a lovely shade of pink. When I lifted my eyes, I saw that she wore one of those sheer silk robes that stop around mid-thigh. She had all her make-up on and looked like she had just stepped out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue. The moonlight basked her body in an ethereal glow that made her look almost too sexy to be true. Seeing my shocked expression, she whisked me inside, smiling and saying, “I thought it would be more fun to stay in. I hope you don’t mind.” There was a mischievous glint in her eye. “Um, sure,” I replied. I couldn’t hide my confusion and surprise. After all, Alison was the sorority’s social president, and had spent weeks organizing the invitational. I couldn’t imagine what would make her want to stay at home. “Actually, Wyatt, the truth is that I’m having some serious guy problems and, um, I was hoping I could talk them out with you. You’re always such a good listener.” Now things started to make a bit of sense. But there was still definitely something weird going on. Why the make-up and the sexy robe, for example? And why didn’t she seem visibly upset about her “serious” guy problem? In any case, I’d find out in a minute. We settled onto the sofa in the common room and I waited for her latest sob story. “So there’s this guy,” she began. “He’s so cute, and sweet, but he’s also a friend. I don’t know if I should tell him how sexually attracted I’ve become to him recently.” As she talked she started to slowly move her hand over her leg, starting at her knee and moving steadily upward until it stopped just under her robe. She was curled up on her side with her legs tucked in close to her body. I was sitting on the same sofa but on the other end. Maybe six inches separated me from her nicely trimmed and painted toenails. Meanwhile, the scent of her sexy perfume was starting to make my head swim. I was certain I’d smelled that perfume before, but not on her. The first stripper I’d ever seen, at a ritzy gentleman’s club in Los Angeles, had worn that scent. Her long, curly hair, luscious tits, and innocent, kissable mouth had drawn my attention while she was on stage doing a Catholic school-girl routine. A few minutes after her performance she came over to where I sat with my friends and perched on my lap, offering a lap dance. I followed her to a private room where she informed me of all the “special” things she would do to me for just another twenty bucks. They all sounded pretty good to me. After about a half hour I’d dropped about 150, but felt like a million bucks. The smell of the stripper’s perfume lingered in my memory for days afterward, but I’d eventually forgotten it. Until now, when the same vanilla scent wafted over to me from Alison’s side of the sofa, bringing back my memories of that night and making me aroused beyond belief. The fact that Alison’s nipples were showing through the sheer fabric of her robe made the sexual tension almost unbearable. “Well, what do you think I should do?” Alison asked in an innocent tone of voice. As I stammered and stumbled for an answer she switched positions, resting her back against the arm of the sofa and stretching her legs out fully so that her feet rested on my lap. Then, very slowly, she scooted one foot back along the couch, causing her knee to bend and her robe to open slightly, until I found myself staring right at her pussy, already glistening with moisture. Believe it or not, part of me was still not convinced that this was a full-blown seduction. But then Alison jumped up from the couch, removed her robe entirely, and said, “Come on, let’s go for a swim!” That put my mind at ease, and, hardly believing my luck, I followed her outside. The deck was secluded; entirely devoid of giggling sorority girls, who were probably now grinding sluttily and teasingly against the lower extremities of their horny dance partners. But at this moment, only one sorority girl was on my mind; the one who was standing naked in a hot tub, her perky breasts exposed to the night air, beckoning me to join her. I stripped and obeyed, noticing that the tub was already warmed up and bubbling. She poured us wine from a bottle that she took from a pool-side cooler. I was too overwhelmed by the situation to say much of anything, but before I had the chance to even open my mouth, Alison pushed me down to a sitting position and proceeded to straddle me. Smiling wickedly, she dipped a finger in her wine glass and offered it to me, taking away any need to speak. I gladly licked away the traces of wine on her finger. Meanwhile, my mind was racing with speculations about what was to come. I also couldn’t help but be aware of how close my fully erect cock was to her cunt as she straddled me. Removing her finger, she leaned in close to me and I thought she was going to kiss my neck. Instead, she put her mouth right up to my ear and started whispering in her soft, sweet Southern twang. “I know this is kind of a shock to you, Wy, since we’ve always just been friends. But I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes, and I had a feeling you wouldn’t mind if I took our friendship to…another level. It took me a while to realize it, but you are exactly the kind of guy that I need and want. What I said before about your being a good listener is true, but you won’t have to hear me whine and moan about my guy problems anymore. Any moaning you hear from me from now on will definitely be of a different kind.” Even if I had scripted it myself, her speech couldn’t have been more true to what I had fantasized about ever since I’d known her. While she spoke I just tried to take in the situation and enjoy the feeling of being seduced by the coolest chick I had ever met. But my ears were not the only part of my body that Alison was stimulating. About the time she was talking about taking our friendship to “another level,” she started softly pushing up against my cock and rubbing slowly back and forth. I could feel the folds of her pussy against the top of my shaft. After she finished talking, I was too distracted and aroused to reply in words. I kissed her soft mouth for a long minute, savoring the eroticism of the moment. Then I lifted her off my lap and hoisted her onto the lip of the hot tub so that only her calves and feet were submerged. Leaning back on her hands, she spread her legs and I went straight for her cunt, lapping up the juices that flowed freely now that she was out of the water. “Oh, Wyatt, please don’t stop. That feels soooo good,” she moaned. She ran her hands over her breasts and her hard brown nipples as I continued to lick along the curves of her outer lips. After a minute of this gentle teasing I started to pay attention to the sensitive area right around her clit. She was getting so wet that I had no trouble putting one and then two fingers inside her. I fucked her with my fingers, making her moan louder and louder. Finally I gave her what I knew she wanted, applying direct pressure with my tongue onto her clit. A few little flicks of the tongue was all it took. She shrieked with pleasure as her orgasm coursed through her body. She kept her eyes closed and didn’t say anything for a minute. While she came back down to earth I hungrily lapped up some of her juices. Then she said, “That was incredible, Wy. But I’m the one who should be doing the pleasuring tonight.” I was more than happy to switch places with her so she could attend to my raging hard on. She slipped back into the hot tub and I took her spot on the lip of the tub, anxiously awaiting the blow job that I knew was coming. She surprised me, however, by bending down to softly kiss my stomach down around my hips. She used her tongue so expertly on my skin that I felt the sensations all over my body. I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like once she got around to my cock. But for the moment she continued her kissing, which was starting to drive me crazy with anticipation. After an eternity of teasing, she grasped my neglected cock in her hand and stroked it slowly, applying just the smallest amount of pressure. She did this almost casually, while the bulk of her attention remained on tasting the skin around my lower abs and waist. This combination of kissing and stroking was incredibly pleasurable, but after a while the night air started to feel cold against my cock. I wanted desperately to plunge inside her hot mouth. Gradually, her kisses moved closer and closer to my throbbing member until finally she starting planting firm, wet kisses on the base of my shaft, working her way upward. With her hand she cupped my balls and gently caressed them. When she reached the head of my cock with her kisses, she suddenly became much more aggressive, which was exactly what I needed. In a flash, the cold night air on my cock was gone, replaced by hot breath and hot tongue. All of her teasing had been for a good purpose. When she took me all the way inside her, and the pleasure started to build to a level I’d never felt before, I became conscious of an irony. For more than a year now I had felt only jealousy and revulsion for Alison’s asshole boyfriends. But now, in the midst of this awesome blow job, I couldn’t help but be glad that she had had all those dicks to practice on! She took me in and out of her mouth with slow and deliberate strokes, each time pausing briefly to massage the underside of my cock, just under the head. I could tell that the blow job was getting her almost as aroused as me, because she took one hand away from my shaft and started massaging her breasts and nipples. After a couple of minutes of this exquisite treatment, I was almost ready to come. But just before the moment when climax became inevitable, she moved her hand from her breasts down underneath the water. The pressure on my cock lessened noticeably and I knew she was becoming lost in her own pleasure. She took me out of her mouth entirely and buried her head in my lap, moaning and then biting my skin. Soon she spasmed and let out a sigh of release, and then had me back inside her mouth again, working more furiously than ever. “Come, baby, come,” she moaned through her mouthful of cock. Suddenly I was hit with the reality of the situation; the girl of my dreams begging me to shoot my sperm down her throat. This thought sent me over the edge, and powerful streams of come burst into her mouth. She swallowed twice but I still had more to go. “Yeah, baby. Come all over me!” she said as I pulled out and shot my third and fourth streams of come onto her face and breasts. My sperm stuck to her hair and her cheeks. Little rivers ran down her neck, in–between her breasts, and over her cross necklace. She dragged me down into the hot tub again and kissed me hard. We swirled around a glob of sperm that remained on her tongue, until finally she swallowed it. “You are amazing,” I told her. “Hey, it takes two to tango,” she said, hopping out of the hot tub and reaching for a towel. At this point, I couldn’t help but wonder if our night was through, or if she wanted me to fuck her. Not that I was in much of a hurry, since my spent cock needed a rest. But after I climbed out, Alison, still naked, bent over to pick up the cover for the hot tub, giving me an eyeful of ass and pussy. It definitely wouldn’t be long before I’d be ready to fuck the hell out of her, if she wanted to. After helping Alison cover up the hot tub, she excused herself and went upstairs to clean up. I dressed and waited in the common room. In a minute she appeared on the stairs wearing a thigh-length t-shirt that would leave anyone wondering what, if anything, was underneath. She also carried a few DVDs as well as what looked to be a shoe box. “Want to watch a movie?” “Sure,” I said. “What’s in the box?” “None of your business. Just go to the kitchen and make us some popcorn while I set up the movie.” I found some popcorn in the pantry and popped it in the microwave. While I waited, I sneaked a peek back into the common room and saw Alison bent over the DVD player, exposing what she wore underneath the t-shirt: a bright red g-string and a tiny tattoo of a cross on her right ass cheek. I felt like abandoning the popcorn and taking her right there from behind, but was able to restrain myself. Letting Alison set the agenda for the evening had worked out great so far, and I wasn’t about to mess with a good thing. We settled onto the sofa with our popcorn, with Alison resting her head against my chest and my arm around her. The movie she’d picked was Coming to America. She wanted to put on something we’d both seen before, “just in case we don’t feel like watching the whole thing.” After a minute a scene came on where Prince Akeem and one of his hot servant girls have some fun in the royal bathtub, which is more like a swimming pool. This of course reminded Alison and me of the great oral sex we’d just had in the hot tub. When the royal bather popped her head out of the water and announced, “The royal penis is clean!” Alison gave my cock a little squeeze through my pants. I was already high on the feeling of having Alison see me as more than just a shoulder to cry on. But now I got the feeling that she wanted all of me. Her nipples were practically bursting through the t-shirt material, betraying her excitement. Her breathing started to get a little heavier and I noticed her eyes were closed, while she continued rubbing me. Because she was cuddled in so close to me, I had easy access to all of her body. With my right hand I gently rubbed her hard nipples, and with my left I pulled her t-shirt up over her ass and started tracing my fingers along the line of her skimpy panties. “Touch me,” she said, reaching down to pull her g-string to the side, uncovering her pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. After only a few seconds of exploring her labia with my fingers she took my hand and pressed my index finger firmly against her clit, immediately starting to moan with pleasure. Her body grew tense under the power of the sensations and she started to squirm all around the sofa, tightening her legs around my hand like a vice to heighten the pressure. Under the circumstances she couldn’t exactly form complete sentences, but she managed to eek out a feeble, “Th…th…the box….” Nice Guys Finish First I looked around and spotted the shoe box on the floor underneath the coffee table. It was impossible to reach it without getting up off the couch, so I pried my hand loose from between her legs and maneuvered my way out from underneath her body. I retrieved the box, inside of which I found an assortment of condoms, a tube of lubricant, a long, shiny, mean-looking vibrator, a pair of handcuffs and a sealed jar of Grey Poupon mustard. I removed a condom from the box and unwrapped it, almost drooling in anticipation. When I turned back around toward the sofa, I saw that Alison had taken off her g-string entirely and was down on her knees and elbows on the sofa, her luscious brown ass sticking up in the air enticingly, which I took as a formal invitation. I rolled the condom onto my throbbing prick and entered her while standing up. I had to bend my knees a bit to get to the proper height, but a little thing like that was hardly enough to stop me from fucking this fine sorority girl, who also happened to be one of my best friends! My thrusts were slow at first, but, sensing that she wanted a good, hard fuck, I soon started slamming into her harder and harder, while she met each thrust with a backward movement of her hips. Just as I had fantasized about in Spanish class, I had a great view of her sexy, feminine back, which was arched in response to the intense pleasure. Soon she was nearly screaming as she approached her third orgasm of the night. I was getting close too, when suddenly I had the urge to fuck Alison missionary style (there’s that religion and sex thing again). I wanted to be able to look her in the eyes while we made love, so it would be an intimate experience, something beyond the mere satisfaction of primal urges. Alison, who was on the precipice of her orgasm, groaned in disappointment when I slipped all the way out of her pussy. But I quickly turned her around onto her back and lowered myself onto her. In a few seconds we were back in our rhythm, but now it felt like love instead of sex. For a fleeting moment I wondered why Alison was doing this. Did she really have feelings for me or was I just another in a long string of dicks? But then the pleasure provided by her tight, hot cunt pushed all thoughts of love out of my mind, and I started to approach the point of no return. I drove into her sopping wet pussy faster and harder. I could feel the sweat from my body mingling with hers. The heat we created was intense, making our breathing heavier and our faces flush red with exertion. “Here it comes,” I grunted. “Give it to me!” she wailed in response. I concentrated on the hot, tight pressure of her cunt and the feel of her breasts against my chest. With a final deep thrust I came just as Alison climaxed as well, in her most powerful orgasm of the night. Even after our arousal subsided we continued to kiss deeply and intensely, and I was sure that I’d won the girl of my dreams for keeps. A few minute later, after we’d been silent for a little while, I was hit with an itch of curiosity, and I just had to scratch it. “What’s with the Grey Poupon?” I asked Alison, waking her from a little catnap. She only smiled, gave me a peck on the lips, and nodded off to sleep again.