0 comments/ 28733 views/ 6 favorites The Drunken Adventures of Bridget By: bridget8181 I hate when authors stop in the middle of the story to give physical descriptions of the characters, and I'm too lazy to work them in artfully, so here you go. Cast of Characters: Luke: My boyfriend. 6'4", shaggy blond hair, green eyes, medium build, luscious lips, easy smile, gorgeous ass, perfect cock. Luke and I have had an open relationship for the last four of our six years together. Jack: His best friend. Slender, toned, dark hair, dark eyes, a little shy. Jack and I have fucked a few times. It's been a couple years since the last time though. Sean: Another friend. Stereotypical Irishman- red hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, tight body, the only one who can almost match drinks with me. (Almost.) VERY shy. Bridget: That's me. 5'4", 36D, bubble ass, runner's legs, bluegreengray eyes, dark shoulder-length hair with bangs. The hair changes constantly. The ass is permanent. Now for the story. * * * * * Last weekend Luke, Sean and I were visiting Jack at college, staying in his one-bedroom apartment. This is a tiny college town with 3 times the legal limit of liquor licenses. Jack's place is within walking distance of all of them. Needless to say, when the four of us arrived home at 1 AM we were all pretty inebriated. Luke crashed on the couch immediately and Jack disappeared into his room. Sean and I were in the middle of some drunken discussion so we stayed outside on the sidewalk where we wouldn't keep the lightweights awake. Pretty soon Jack came out in pajama pants with a glass of water. He sat down on the other side of me and pretended to participate in the conversation. It was about something scientific that I couldn't remember sober if I tried. I think I was more interested in having an excuse to stare at Sean than what we were actually talking about. After a minute Jack's fingers started wandering up under my shirt on my lower back, out of Sean's view. Jack is not a casual toucher. This was Jack-speak for "Let's fuck, and let's fuck now." His light touches seemed to access a red-hot line of nerves going straight to my clitoris. I squirmed a little on the sidewalk, trying not to let Sean see. After a minute I couldn't take it anymore. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I came out Jack and Sean were both in Jack's room talking. I cut in between them and said, "You can either fight over me, or take turns," and dragged Sean out of the room before either of them could say anything. I don't remember the exact conversation, but it ended with Sean telling me he was too drunk for sex. I left him on an armchair in the living room to sleep and went into Jack's bedroom. He was lying in bed pretending to be asleep. I pounced. I ripped the covers off of him and half-straddled him so I could reach his lips with mine. He "woke up" and we kissed passionately. "I missed you," I murmured while letting him know with my fingers exactly which part of his anatomy I had missed the most. It was a lot more awake than he was, by the way, and sticking halfway out of the fly of his pants. I sucked and licked my way down his chest, stopping to flick my tongue repeatedly across his nipples. He let out a sound that I was sure Sean and Luke could hear from the next room. To quiet him, I moved back up, supporting my weight on my arms on either side of him, and straddled him all the way, trapping his moan with my mouth. "You were driving me fucking insane outside," I whispered against his cheek and darted my tongue around his earlobe just for the satisfaction of his answering wriggle underneath me. Jack's hands strayed up toward my chest. I grasped the neckline of my black tank top and pulled it down until it was caught underneath my bra-clad breasts, the thin spaghetti straps straining. Jack reached into my black satin bra and pulled the soft, pale globes out of the cups so that he could reach with his tongue the large cream-colored nipples set against my pale white breasts. My head rolled back and I froze for a few minutes, concentrating intently on the feeling of his talented mouth on my body. By the time I moved again I could feel myself sopping wet and neither of us had even taken off our clothes yet. Time to remedy this little oversight. I slid down his body slowly, taking his pants with me. His cock bounced up into the moonlight from the window. Giving silent thanks to the alcohol in my system that allowed me to bypass the gag reflex, I quickly sunk his dick into my mouth before he could react. I worked the tip of it with my throat muscles for a minute before leisurely moving back off of it and checking his facial expression. It was worth it. He didn't wait for me to return to sucking his dick, but tugged at me until I slid back up on the bed. He slid his hands down either side of my body until he found the waistband of my jeans, then moved both hands to the front and undid the fly. I raised my hips up enough for him to slide them down, pressing his face into my cleavage while I was at it. He took the hint and started suckling my right nipple while his fingers slid under my panties and one finger smoothly crept in between my sodden nether lips. It was more than I could stand. I began stroking his cock in rhythm with my left hand. He lightly moved his fingers around my ultra-sensitive clit, never quite touching it. *He remembered,* I thought. His lips moved to my left nipple. Soon I felt the orgasm building and I clutched at Jack's hips to keep from replacing his hand with my own. I managed to control my other hand enough to use it lightly on his constricted balls, scraping my fingernails gingerly across their surface. As the waves of pleasure grew more intense and closer together I started grinding against his hand, but it danced just out of reach. "Now, Jack," I hissed. His fingers suddenly moved as one, roughly stroking my clitoris as I came, bucking against Jack's side and biting my lip to keep from vocalizing it. My left hand tightened on his cock and he climaxed, sending streams of hot liquid onto his flat stomach and my outstretched arm. We lay panting for a moment. I looked over and realized he had zonked out. I smiled, leaned over to kiss his forehead, and went into the bathroom to clean up a little and get dressed. Then I walked back out into the living room. And locked eyes with Sean. To be continued... The Drunken Adventures of Bridget Ch. 02 Please read Part 1 first. Cast of Characters: Luke: My boyfriend. 6'4", shaggy blond hair, green eyes, medium build, luscious lips, easy smile, gorgeous ass, perfect cock. Luke and I have had an open relationship for the last four of our six years together. Jack: His best friend. Slender, toned, dark hair, dark eyes, a little shy. Jack and I have fucked a few times. It's been a couple years since the last time though. Sean: Another friend. Stereotypical Irishman- red hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, tight body, the only one who can almost match drinks with me. (Almost.) VERY shy. Bridget: That's me. 5'4", 36D, bubble ass, runner's legs, bluegreengray eyes, dark shoulder-length hair with bangs. The hair changes constantly. The ass is permanent. Now for the story. * * * * * Sean closed his eyes again as soon as I noticed him staring. It was too late. I walked over and leaned down enough to whisper, "Are you still too drunk?" After a moment he opened his eyes again and shook his head. I lightly clasped both his hands in mine and pulled him up out of the chair. I led him past the sofa bed where Luke lay snoring and around the corner into the kitchenette. I swung him around so that he was walking backward with my hands on his chest. He stopped when he hit the wall; I didn't. I bent my elbows and kept moving forward until my lips could reach his. He responded fervently but skillfully. Sean's hands wandered until they reached my ass, which he cupped and gently lifted up on, the better to grind me against the growing bulge in his pants. I moved my mouth down to the clean smooth part of his neck just under his jaw and played my lips and tongue and teeth across it. His body tensed up and his fingers spasmed over my ass. I slowly slid him to the floor, never letting my mouth leave his skin. We sat a little awkwardly and Sean suddenly seemed to remember that I had breasts. He moved his hands up and slid his fingertips over the exposed parts of them, above the tank top. I shuddered into his neck. He yanked the top down and let the mounds of flesh fill his slender warm hands. I moved to allow him access to them with his mouth. He tugged off his shirt and I caressed his tightly corded shoulders and upper arms, marveling at their pale perfection. I leaned forward and tasted his collarbone, then licked lower where there was a spattering of red curly hairs. My fingers crept to his waistband and started undoing his fly. "Wait," he whispered. Only when I stopped moving did I realize how drunk I was. "I've never done this before," he said. I tried not to make my shock obvious. A virgin? With this body? "We'd better not then," I said carefully. "You probably want your first time to be with someone you care about. I wouldn't want you to regret this." He stared off into space for a minute, then looked me straight in the eye. "I'm twenty-two years old. I'm not going to regret it." "Are you sure?" "I've tried waiting for the 'right' girl. It never worked out." It seemed he just wanted to get it over with. Fine with me. I renewed my efforts at his zipper, wondering at my incredible luck. Soon I freed his cock from its restraints and just explored it with my hands for a moment. I wondered if he'd ever even gone this far with a woman. Was I the first person besides himself, to touch his cock like this? It had been years since I'd had sex with a virgin. I reminded myself to go slow. So when I crouched down and slid my mouth over the tip of his cock, I tried to do it slowly. I think I succeeded. He was lying on his back by now and seemed unsure of what to do with his arms. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the floor on either side of my head. That calmed him down a little. Until a booming voice came from ten feet away. "You better be using a condom." Sean jumped out of his skin. I was a little startled too. I gave Sean a calming gesture and walked over to where I thought the sofa bed was, in the dark. I had a short whispered conversation with Luke and went back over to the kitchen. I could probably guess that what Sean wanted the most right now was to get the hell out of the room, so I suggested that we go for a walk. He nodded. We got dressed and headed out into the cold. I knew of an all-night cafe within walking distance. Over some good strong caffeine we talked. I explained a little to Sean about our open relationship, and had to spend a good deal of time reassuring him that Luke would not be mad at him for anything that had happened tonight. Then he had to spend a good deal of time reassuring me that he was still okay with the situation. We finally walked back to the apartment an hour later but we still lacked a condom. I decided the poor guy would at least get a blowjob out of all this, so I pulled him past sleeping Luke and sleeping Jack into the bathroom and we started making out again. Just as the clothes started to come off, someone knocked on the door. We froze. I said, "Yes?" Jack's voice came through faintly. "Oh, sorry." I panicked for Sean's sake before I realized Jack probably assumed it was me and Luke in there. Nevertheless we decided to give up for the night. But that's when Sean surprised me. "I want to watch you get dressed," he growled. I stopped for a moment, then slowly reached over and flicked on the light. Sean's eyes locked onto mine with an intensity I felt all the way to my toes. He watched me carefully put on my bra and pull up my pajama pants as if he were going to pounce and eat me any second. I put my sweatshirt on over the bra, skipping the tank top, and zipped it up until you couldn't tell what was underneath it. We went back out into Jack's room. He was asleep. I prodded Sean past him, out into the living room. I lay down with Luke on the sofa bed and Sean settled down in the armchair. It sent a thrill through me to feel the sweatshirt against my almost-naked torso and know that Sean knew exactly what I was wearing (or not wearing) underneath. After a while I dozed off. To be continued. The Drunken Adventures of Bridget Ch. 03 Please read Parts 1 and 2. Cast of Characters: Luke: My boyfriend. 6'4", shaggy blond hair, green eyes, medium build, luscious lips, easy smile, gorgeous ass, perfect cock. Luke and I have had an open relationship for the last four of our six years together. Sean: Another friend. Stereotypical Irishman- red hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, tight body, the only one who can almost match drinks with me. (Almost.) VERY shy. Bridget: That's me. 5'4", 36D, bubble ass, runner's legs, bluegreengray eyes, dark shoulder-length hair with bangs. The hair changes constantly. The ass is permanent. Now for the story. * * * * * I awoke the next morning to Luke's mischievous smile and his insistent cock against my thigh. I stretched languorously and smiled back. I knew what he was thinking. We tiptoed past the sleeping Sean and the sleeping Jack and into the bathroom. I stripped while he turned on the water. I tested it with my hand and adjusted the temperature back to something less than skin-melting, then hopped in. Luke was not far behind me. I felt his warmth against my back and subtly leaned into him. His hardness tickled against my buttocks, sparking heat between my thighs. We took turns soaping each other up, avoiding the most sensitive areas until last. I made him turn around so I could scrub his back, dipping my fingers between his thighs only once or twice, taking a peek at his rigid, bobbing cock every once in a while and watching him squirm with anticipation. Finally he turned me around, pulled my back against his chest, and ran his soapy hands slowly over me, from the shoulders down around my breasts to caress my stomach, then following the line of my hips, careful not to touch my pubic area. He brought his hands leisurely back up my sides, seemingly oblivious to my shuddering breath, and lightly traced the undersides of my breasts. He began to press his erection into my lower back with controlled, sensuous movements. Now his hands gingerly cupped my breasts, brushing the nipples, as his mouth descended to feast on my neck and collarbone. After a couple minutes of this I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed him inside me. I dragged a hand over my skin, collecting soap and water, and reached behind me. Luke didn't realize what I was doing until my hand grasped his balls and squeezed, just the tiniest bit, just enough. His hands convulsed around my breasts and he bit down hard on my neck. I spasmed in pleasure. When I regained control of my body I slid my hand up to encircle his cock. The warm slippery pressure of my hand was all he needed. He gripped my shoulders and pushed me forward until I was bent over with my hands braced on the tub. He liberally slathered both of us with soap, lingering on this task. I was squirming and trying to plead without waking up anyone else in the apartment until he finally thrust himself into me as deep as he could go, in one move. He paused for a split second before renewing his thrusts with furious vigor. I could barely contain my whimpering at the painful and wonderful pleasure I felt when his head started slamming into my cervix. My hand strayed to my pubic region and I brought myself to the brink of orgasm, then stopped for a minute and allowed the heat to die down to an ember. Then I started up again. This time when I came I slammed my other hand against the wall above my head to hold myself steady and to vent all that energy so it didn't come in the form of a scream that would wake people up. This was what Luke had been waiting for. With a quiet grunt he came, deliciously jarring me with forceful thrusts in the aftermath of my own orgasm. We went out to lunch, then walked back and dropped back into bed. I snuggled against his warm body and burrowed under the covers; I had had a long weekend. We awoke a few hours later when some friends arrived for the three-hour drive back home. We gathered our stuff and trudged out to the car. While Sean and I were standing there waiting for someone to open the trunk, we made eye contact. I felt a thrill of adrenaline, remembering the night before. All I said was, "Hi, I don't think we've been awake at the same time yet today," and smiled. He smiled back and made some trivial comment. Since I was the only one looking, he let some of his bottled-up heat from the night before seep into his eyes. My heart sped up and I struggled to breathe normally. We had unfinished business, Sean and I. To Be Continued