37 comments/ 157731 views/ 41 favorites Drenched Ch. 02 By: BeccaHasFun (This is a continuation of my first story, "Drenched", where my exhibitionism got pushed to the limit by an unexpected rainstorm. I highly recommend reading that story first. I hope you like this next installment.) Conor, Nate and I made our way toward the parking lot of the greenbelt trail. My embarrassment over being topless and essentially helpless in front of two strangers, however friendly and good-looking, faded as we leisurely strolled and chatted. There was an ease in our conversation, like we were old friends. I told them about my job at the agency and being a life-long Austinite. Conor is 24, grew up in Houston and is an architect's apprentice, working for a prominent local firm. In his short time at the firm he'd been involved in quite a few interesting projects, but so far mainly in research and group sessions. He said he was getting a little restless, eager to apply his talent to actual creation. Conor seemed thoughtful, introspective, kind, and since we both have a creative background, we hit it off immediately. Nate is 23, was born and raised in Louisiana, where he worked at his family's small town restaurant. He met Conor at the University of Houston, where Nate went to the famous Hilton School of Hotel and Restaurant Management. Nate is a little goofy, silly, fun. They're very different from each other, but seemed as close as brothers. I knew this was the start of something good. Not in that I wanted to sleep with both of them, but that the three of us had a chance to be very special friends. It was like they welcomed me into their gang, and not as the token tits and ass, but as someone that brought a new dynamic to the mix. We made it to the parking lot, and we quickly agreed to get together soon. I was to meet them at Key Bar on 6th Street on Friday night. I hugged them both goodbye, lingering a little longer with Conor, kissing him on the cheek in thanks. I got in my car, still wearing his shirt, Conor holding the torn remains of my soggy white tee. A crazy thought came over me as I started the engine, Conor and Nate still standing nearby, watching me. I rolled down my window, and pulled Conor's shirt over my head, leaving me topless again. "Trade ya!" I yelled to Conor, waving his shirt out the car door. My pink nipples were hard as rocks, the air giving my breasts goosebumps. The guys smiled huge smiles, laughed belly laughs, and I couldn't help but join in. My boobs were bouncing all over the place from the laughter, and we were starting to get some attention from the other people in the lot. "Here!" said Conor, and we simultaneously tossed the shirts to each other. "Becca, is this how it's going to be with you every time we get together?" Nate asked. I smiled a devilish smile and said, "You'll just have to see." I draped the ragged tee over my tits, where it clung due to it still being quite damp. I winked, backed out of the lot and drove home. I got quite a few looks on the way home, including one time at a red light where the shirt completely fell away as I adjusted the radio. I mentally noted to give in-car nudity a try sometime. Fast forward to Friday, after work. We were set to meet at Key Bar at 7pm, so I went home to freshen up and change into something a tad more sexy than my work clothes. I took a quick shower, went to my closet and thought through what to wear. After a few discarded ideas, I chose a very silky red-orange top that slips seductively off one shoulder. Of course, I went without a bra, so my rather large and usually erect nipples poked through the sheer material. My 34C boobs looked very soft, perky but natural in this top, and it rode up the side a bit to show off the curve of my waist and hips. The large opening at the top and the free-flowing nature of the blouse lets me control how much cleavage, and top boob I can show. It's one of my favorites. I chose a dark brown thong, similar to the one I wore at the trail. Over this I pulled on my tightest, darkest pair of selvedge denim; the pair every girl has that makes her ass look just right. The thong tickled my anus and freshly-shaved pussy as I worked my way into the jeans. Being very low rise, my thong straps rode up and above my jeans, further accentuating my curves. I have a small waist and good sized hips to match my relatively large boobs, so this denim/thong combination was killer. I quickly painted my toenails my favorite pink color, then slipped on a pair of 3-inch heels, made of distressed brown leather. Not the dressiest or tallest pair I own, but they go great with orange and are casual enough for a place like Key Bar. Makes my calves look amazing, as my runner's legs are muscular, without being masculine. I did my hair, makeup, jewelry... One last fluff of my boobs to make my nipples erect, and I was out the door. I drove downtown and parked in my work lot, near enough to walk a few blocks to the bar. As I walked down the sidewalk toward the bar, I loved the way my top clung to my tits, which bounced nicely, keeping my nipples erect and poking through the sheer material. This part of Austin has plenty of foot traffic, so I got quite a few admiring looks. That always charges me up a bit. I neared the bar. Most of Key Bar's seating is outdoors, with the exception of a small area under a seemingly makeshift roof. It was almost packed, the hum of conversation swelling out into the street. As I passed through the entrance, I saw Conor and Nate in the back corner of the outdoor area, away from the sidewalk and toward the bathrooms. This open area has big benches and chairs that can withstand the brutal Austin Summers. There was an open chair waiting for me, a tiny table between them all with three of Key Bar's famously strong frozen margaritas. One was for me. Conor waved me over to take a seat. By the looks on their faces, I knew they had been appreciating the view. They both rose and we exchanged warm, friendly hugs and pecks on the cheek. "Hey guys!" I said, picking up my waiting drink, the glass mug dripping with condensation. I took a long drink, the tangy mixture burning with what I swear is everclear and not tequila. "Thanks for having this waiting for me." "You look amazing," said Conor, who to his credit was looking me in the eyes at the time. Nate wasn't so smooth about it, looking me up and down and saying things like "oh man", shaking his head and smiling. They're guys, and I knew what I was doing when I dressed this way; if they hadn't noticed, I'd have been upset. The next few hours unfolded just how I imagined they would. My instincts about them had been right; we were becoming fast friends at light speed. We talked about anything and everything; work, friends, family, relationships, childhood, and yes, sex. Conor was single (and I was secretly delighted about that) with a history of long relationships. I could tell from the details, or lack of them, that there was much more to the stories. Nate was dating a woman slightly older than him, an attorney at a small, but high-powered, law firm in town specializing in government cases. Her name was Beth and she was out of town on a business trip, not due to return until the next day. She lived in a bungalow in a nearby neighborhood, one of the more desirable in town without being full of ridiculous mansions. They weren't in love, yet, just having fun as twenty-something's. As we talked and laughed, I moved around enough to give them the occasional thrill - bending over to get my drink, exposing most of one or both of my boobs... Sitting back in my chair, letting my tits settle back, the silky top draping over them, the little mountains of my nipples pressing upward through the material... Playfully tugging at my thong, pulling it upward and away from my smooth, tan hip... Bending over at the bar, letting them check out my ass... So on and so forth. It was all good fun. This is not to say that most of our time at the bar was centered around my display. What I'll remember most is how I got to know these guys so deeply and quickly, how we formed our extraordinarily strong friendship. They are legitimately wonderful men, and while the sexual tension was strong, there was just more to it than that. It was the start of something special. At 10:00pm or so, we got a surprise when Nate checked his phone. Based on the missed call and text messages, Beth had flown back to Austin tonight, arriving at 9:00pm. Nate quickly stepped away to call her back. As he did, Conor and I smiled to each other. Conor broke the silence. "This... whole thing... is pretty weird, isn't it? I mean that in a good way. We just met, and we just kinda feel so... right. You know?" I reached out and lightly stroked his hand. "It's true. I can't wait to find out what happens next." I let that statement linger, and we grinned at each other like idiots. Nate came back to the table and said that Beth was interested in doing something as a group. She suggested we all go over to her house and hang out, as she was tired from the trip but feeling a little lonely. "Plus, she really wants to meet YOU, Becca, after I told her about what happened at the trail." That startled me a bit, as I know all too well how girls can be toward each other. My concern must have been written on my face because Nate quickly added, "No no, it's all cool, she thinks it was hilarious. She's really great, you'll see. Let's get over there!" Conor and Nate had come together in Nate's car, and because I was pretty tipsy at this point, I hopped in with them, sitting in the back. I could always call a cab or something later, I wasn't too concerned at this point. As we drove to Beth's house, Nate pulled up a photo of the two of them on his phone, and handed it to me. It was a pic of them at the beach, Nate shirtless and Beth in a white bikini. She was very beautiful, looking to be of Italian or Mediterranean descent, with long brown hair with blond streaks, tall, a voluptuous figure and very long legs. She was good looking enough to bring out the competitive spirit in me - not in a bitchy way, but in the way that every girl reading this will understand. Plus, she was just my type... I've had more than a few sexual affairs with girls, enough to consider myself "bi". We decided to stop and get some wine, so we pulled over at a neighborhood liquor store. I insisted on paying as I was the new member of the gang, coming to a stranger's house. I made a big show of getting out of the car, stretching out my denim-clad leg, bending over, and crawling out. Inside the store and in view of the guys outside, I examined a few bottles, always nestling the bottle between my perky breasts. I brought a bottle over to the window to show them, as if asking for approval, making sure to squeeze my tits around the bottle. Getting a very enthusiastic thumbs-up, which was probably as much about my tits as the bottle of Fume Blanc I chose, I settled up and trotted to the car. My nipples were almost painfully erect from the change in temperature, the night's flirting and light exposure. We parked in Beth's driveway and got out. Her 1950's craftsman-style bungalow was lovely and large-ish for the neighborhood, but not obscenely so. Beth must have heard us drive up, as she opened the door to greet us as we neared the front door. Beth wore a sumptuous white bathrobe, like the ones at a luxury hotel. She glowed as if she'd spent the last hour in a steamy bath, her smooth, tan skin dewy and fresh. "Hey guys!" she yelped, and in a more husky tone, "Hey babe," sidling up close to Nate and kissing him full on the lips. Very sexy. Pulling away from Nate, she sweetly looked over at me and said, "You must be Becca." Boy, did I get the once-over from her. It felt like her brown eyes were staring right through my clothes. My nipples hardened again and I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. "You are even more beautiful than Nate said you were. And from what I heard, he saw quite a lot." she said cheekily, reaching her hand out toward mine, as if to draw me closer. I grabbed her hand, she clutched tightly at mine, and in a twirl, she demanded we all come in as she dragged me behind her like two girls on the schoolyard, running from the boys. This made me feel right at home. Beth graciously accepted the wine and made her way through the surprisingly open floor plan to the kitchen. "Sorry for not getting dressed, it's been a really long day and we're among friends, right?" she said with a wink in my direction. She was being incredibly accepting of me, considering her boyfriend had seen me topless, and spent the evening with me at a bar. Yes, Conor had been there, but still. She was obviously very confident and unthreatened. It was also very obvious that she was very into Nate. They're kind of a odd couple, to be frank, and they know it. Nate seems a little too frat-boy for her seemingly refined exterior, but they somehow really work as a couple. Beth set out four gorgeous wine glasses and poured us each a healthy pour. Beth raised her glass in a toast, saying, "To our new friend Becca - of whom I hope to see a lot more." We all erupted in laughter from the double meaning, my face blushing in delighted embarrassment. Conor said, "We've seen plenty so far, and it's been amazing." He clinked his glass to mine, and the flushed feeling spread across my chest, down toward my pussy. I knew I was flooding my thong with juices by now. We moved into the living room, adjoining the kitchen, and settled on large floor cushions in the middle of the room. I took a moment and admitted to feeling closer to them all than I could rightly explain. Beth said she totally understood, and that I was very welcome. She told Nate that she missed him, pulling him in for a light kiss. Her robe slipped open a tad, and I got a glimpse of her beautiful, tan left breast, about the same size as mine, and the hint of a dark nipple. The wine and conversation flowed. Soon, I felt as close to Beth as I did Conor and Nate. She was a remarkable woman in every way: very successful, effortlessly gracious, and lovely to look at. She was complimentary of my career in the creative field, feigning jealousy enough to truly be a compliment. I moderated my drinking to stay just better than totally hammered. As time passed, I made sure to settle back in my cushion, using the blouse's fabric to accentuate the shape of my boobs, stretching out my athletic legs, all to keep me at that buzzed feeling of being observed and appreciated. And I was. About an hour into the conversation, Beth sat upright and said, "So, Becca, I want to hear the story about how you all met straight from you. I'll admit, when Nate told me about it last night over the phone, it really turned me on..." It was like she stopped herself from saying more, as she kind of drifted off and stared into the distance, like remembering something. So, I told her the story, admitting to everything and sparing no detail. The teasing at the drinking fountain, the thrill I felt, the wild feelings of sexual energy when my shirt tore away, etc. During my tale, Beth, perhaps unconsciously, opened her robe up a little bit, exposing a broad expanse of chest and a good deal of full breast. She was incredibly sexy and definitely turned on by my story. This, in turn, urged me on in my storytelling, like a feedback loop between the two of us. This retelling was more than I had, to this point, admitted to Conor and Nate, who were also obviously turned on by the looks of their jeans, their bulges almost painful-looking. I felt heat radiating from my pussy, intense enough that I had to spread my legs a bit. "It took a lot of guts to do all that. I'd never have the nerve," Beth said softly. She nuzzled Nate again, and I reached out to Conor's arm, gently dragging my fingertips across his muscular forearm. We exchanged glances full of impending promise. "I do have a story that is kinda hot...", said Beth with a sneakily embarrassed look, biting her lip as if debating whether to not to share. She took a deep breath, looked over to Nate, who looked back as if to say 'go for it'. "Ok, this is the hottest night of my life, and honey, I've not told you about this yet..." She told us of a night in college when she and five friends in her dorm played a kind of combination of spin the bottle and truth or dare. Four girls, two guys... It involved more truth and making out than anything else, but Beth did say she got topless and the night culminated when one of her girlfriends gave one of the guys a blowjob in front of them all. Beth had been really embarrassed to get naked, but they were all so enthralled by her friend's blowjob that they all lost themselves in the moment. Beth said that she was playing with one of her nipples, twisting, turning, pulling and flicking, while everyone else took turns sucking on the other - the other girls and the one guy not getting the blowjob. The guy receiving the blowjob came all over her friend's tits, in Beth's words, "a fountain of come like I've never seen before or since." Beth said that afterward she was so wet that she went to bed and finger fucked herself into oblivion. By the end of this story my pussy was so wet that I had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom to clean up. Seriously, my pants were flooded and it was all I could do to not finger myself to raging orgasm right then and there. I gave my clit a tweak, my nipples a tweak, and went back out there. And I had an idea. I sauntered over, and I must have had a sky smirk on my face because Beth said, "Ok Becca, what are you up to..." The guys looked at me with anticipation. "I think we should play." Slow grins emerged on the faces of my three new friends. "You all know by now that I'm pretty much up for anything. I've never played, and it sounds really fun. Who's in?" "I'm in!" said Nate. Of course he was! Beth nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds fun to me, but remember, I like truth best..." "Sounds fun, I've never done it either," said Conor. Thank God! We decided to use the rules Beth had described from college. Going clockwise, Each person takes a turn spinning a bottle (we quickly poured the last of the Fume Blanc into our glasses), and whomever the bottle points at is asked by the spinner "truth" or "dare". We agreed that we were adults playing an adolescent game, so there was no punishment for refusal, like taking a drink or removing a piece of clothing. It was up to all of us to be aware of potential boundaries and choose accordingly, and frankly, this potential danger kind of added to the sexiness of the game. We got comfy on our cushions, my blouse riding up, my softly rounded tummy and belly. My nipples were almost sore from being so hard for so long. Beth wanted to spin first, as host and perhaps to delay her own participation a bit. I knew she was into it, but was kind of holding herself back. She spun and the bottle pointed to Nate. "I'll be nice and start with truth," said Nate. "Ok then. How many times did you masturbate while I was gone?" Nate laughed, Conor put his hands on his face and I chuckled a bit. I was curious too, and I couldn't help but wonder if he jacked off thinking of me and our adventure in the park. "Let's see... You were gone four days... So, five times. Twice on Thursday." Nate looked at me briefly when he said that, and I knew what he was trying to tell me. I blushed with pleasure. "Uh huh, are you sure it wasn't ten times on Thursday?" Beth said with mock anger, pushing Nate's shoulder. "How about you, Becca?" "It's not my turn to answer, sweetheart," I said. This may all sound catty, but it wasn't. It was totally hot and my state of arousal was going nowhere but up. I absentmindedly traced the foot of my wine glass around my right nipple. Clockwise from Beth was me, so I spun. It pointed at Beth. Beth immediately said "truth". Drenched Ch. 02 I have a vivid imagination, so this game came easily to me. "Ok, describe in detail your favorite sexual position, and why it's your favorite." "Oh dear." She steeled herself, looking under lidded eyes at Nate, who nodded and gestured to us as if to say 'go on'. "It's a two-part position. Oh gosh, this is embarrassing with Conor here... Ok! I'm just drunk enough to go here... It starts with sixty-nine. I'm on top, giving him head and I'm crushing my pussy into his face. Nate has incredible staying power, I must say, so we suck and lick each other until I'm ready to come. There is something about that position, how he can see everything, my ass and my pussy, that really gets me off. Sometimes he'll rub my asshole a little with my pussy juice, go in a little bit. I like to play with his balls as I work up and down on his cock. But just when I'm about to come, I will move down into reverse cowboy and fuck my brains out on his cock, he doesn't even have to move. I usually squeeze my clit too, and I've come four times in a row like this. I'm on the pill of course, so I want Nate to come inside me. When he comes, I lean back and he puts his arms around me, and I feel him go soft while he's still inside me. God, I love that..." We were all dumbfounded. My pussy was on fire. Not five minutes ago Beth was jokingly protesting, and she laid this on us. Clearly she was very into this and I was more than happy to up the ante when my turn came around. "Jesus honey, I didn't know you had it in you," said Nate. Beth was obviously aroused, as she fanned her robe open and closed to air herself out. I got a complete look at one of her boobs, and it was spectacular. Almost as good as mine! Ha! Her areola was large in diameter and her nipple was about three-quarters of an inch long, completely erect. Next was Conor, who spun and it pointed to himself. He spun again and it pointed at me. "Dare." I looked straight in Conor's eyes with a slight smile. Conor disappointed me, I'll admit. He dared me to take off my shoes. I think he was making a statement by going light on me. "Only if you give me a foot massage while the next turn goes." I made a show of smoothing my hands down my thighs and calves, then took off my brown leather heels. I daintily put my foot in Conor's lap, dangerously close to what I knew was a raging hard on in his jeans. He began massaging, and as my feet are very sensitive, cooed with pleasure. Beth chirped, "Becca, you make taking a shoe off sexy. Damn." She was stroking Nate's thigh a bit, and he sported a huge grin. "After your sexual position story, girl, I am practically vibrating over here." That got a laugh. Nate's turn, points at Conor. "Come on son, after your last lame dare with Becca, you'd better say dare..." "Ok then dare." "Kiss Becca on the lips and neck for one minute," Nate said. Beth expressed her approval with a squeal. Conor and I looked at each other. He looked as if he was waiting for my approval, which I gave by angling my head to the side, inviting him to nuzzle my neck. Conor moved in. Let's just say that that boy can kiss. For all his shyness, he knows his way around a woman's body, I could tell. He came up beside me, and placed his lips lightly in the hollow of my neck, below my left ear. I could feel his sweet breath as he angled down to my neck, lightly biting, suckling and licking. He worked his lips back up my neck to the tip of my chin, which he fully kissed, and he moved his lips directly in front of mine. Our eyes locked, and a split second later, our lips met. Our mouths opened simultaneously and our tongues intertwined. I tried to devour him, and did the same. I arched my back, my breasts pressing fully against my sheer top, their full shape completely described - I might have well been topless. I worked my fingers through his hair and crushed him against me. "Time!" Said Nate. Damn, was all I could think. I unconsciously pressed my hand to my pussy, feeling the damp heat. Conor pulled away back to his cushion, looking me in the eyes the whole time. "Jesus Christ, that was hot," said Beth. "I didn't know you had that in you Conor!" I knew that I was his. I knew I had no more boundaries this night. It was pretty much understood that, from that point onward, there would be only dares. Beth's turn, pointed to Nate. Dared him to take off his shirt, which he did with minimal fanfare. I spun and it pointed to Beth. I dared her to open her robe for 10 seconds. Whoops and hollers all around. Beth was semi-reclined, resting on an elbow and her left hip. She untied the robe's belt, and pulled the robe open. First, her right breast came into view, her position and gravity pulling it downward in the most ripely, womanly way. The right half of her robe at that point was draped over her hip, still maintaining her modesty. She angled up a bit and pulled the left side of the robe away from her left breast, leaving her beautiful tits fully exposed, and most of her stomach as well. Her nipples hardened as she traced a fingertip across her right breast, down toward the lower part of the robe. To our surprise, Beth pulled away the bottom portion completely away from her hips, exposing her lovely, trimmed bush. Her legs were together, so you could only see a hint of her lips, but it was highly erotic, for that reason itself. She remained in this position for a few more seconds, then pulled the robe across herself. She sat up, and very loosely tied the robe back together, leaving about 75% of her breasts exposed. She was exquisite. My competitive spirit was completely aflame. "Girl, that was amazing," I said. "Well, I have to keep up with you somehow, right?" We laughed. Conor wiped the sweat off his brow, and Nate was all smiles, eating up every last second of it. Conor dared Nate to moon the group. He did, I swatted his ass. Nate dared Conor to take off his shirt. Beth spun and it pointed at me. Clearly, she and I were really going to play. "Becca, lean back like you were when Conor was kissing you. Take off your jeans, and your thong, and spread your legs until I tell you otherwise." So this was actually a big deal to me. I actually like being in control, so being ordered to do this was both highly erotic and scary at the same time. Which made it even more delicious. Conor and Nate had already seen my tits, but this was different. I decided to make the most of it. I reclined and unbuttoned my jeans, slowly unzipping the zipper. I was going to milk this moment for all it was worth. I worked my thumbs under the waist, lifted my hips from the floor, and pulled my tight, dark jeans over my hips. I felt the rush of cool air hit my inner thighs. When I had the jeans bunched around my knees, I lifted my thighs up toward my stomach, exposing my be-thonged ass to the group. I know my juices had leaked out around the crotch of my thong, as I could feel the cool of wetness on my thighs and buttocks. I pulled the jeans over my knees, lowering my feet back to the ground, and removed them completely. "Nice thong, Becca, I have one like that..." said Beth. "You're not wearing it tonight, I saw," I said playfully. We winked at each other. The guys were practically salivating, moving to get a better view of my legs and ass. Now for the thong. Just like I did with my jeans, I leaned back and worked my thumbs under the straps at my hips. I worked them lower, down my thighs, exposing my pussy completely to the air and for everyone to see. The chill of the air hit my wetness full-on; I was drenched. My juices where everywhere: all over my thong, saturating the fabric, saturating my landing strip of pubic hair, I could see it glisten. Again like I did with my jeans, I lifted my legs and pulled the thong over my knees, my legs in the air, my pussy lips pouting between my thighs, in full view of everyone. I could feel my wetness dripping out of me. I put my feet back on the floor as I pulled the wet garment completely off. I leaned back on my cushion and spread my legs like I had been told. I could actually hear my pussy open up, the wetness of it, as my legs parted. My audience was spellbound. I still had my top on, which was even more obscenely describing my tits than before. I bunched up the bottom of it just below my boobs, so my tummy and belly button were exposed as well. "Becca, your pussy is pouring with wetness. Wow," said Beth. Her robe had worked its way nearly completely open, both her tits hanging freely. This sight got me even wetter. I could feel the perspiration forming between my tits, despite being almost completely nude. Conor looked at me as if to test that I'm ok. I assured him with a nod that I'm fine, more than fine. I moved to get a drink from my wine glass, but Beth said "no moving." She meant business, and sounded like she had a plan for me, a flirty but serious tone. I fell in line and played along. Being on display, under someone else's control was beyond erotic for me. "Let's do away with the bottle and just take turns daring," says Beth. We all agree. It's my turn, so I dared Nate to suck Beth's nipples for one minute, robe completely open. Nate positioned himself between Beth's legs, opened up her robe, exposing her to us all, her chest heaving her full breasts up and down, her pussy lips visible, and knelt down to suck. The minute went by too fast, especially for Beth. She was visibly wet when Nate pulled away. I forget what the next few dares were, but I know they didn't involve me as I was kind of Beth's property at this point. Funny how that happened. My arms were getting tired from maintaining my position, and Beth noticed. "You can sit up now, this next dare requires movement anyway..." she said mysteriously. I wondered what would come next. It was Beth's turn. "Becca, I didn't get my mail today when I got home. Would you go get it for me?" Yes! This is exactly what I like, the chance of being seen outdoors. I got up, my blouse not coming close to covering up my glistening pussy. Assuming it was in the mailbox outside, I made for the door, my shapely ass swaying exaggeratedly for them all to see. I looked back, the most flirty look on my face. "Be back in a minute." I reached for the doorknob. "Wait a second, Becca. It's not at the mailbox, it's with my next door neighbor, Evan. He gets it when I travel." I swallowed. The guys looked at Beth as if she was crazy, Conor protesting that that was too much to ask. He's so sweet, but I resolved to keep playing. "I'll do it." Beth picked up her cell phone, and after a few seconds said, "Hi Evan! Beth here. I hope it's not too late but a friend of mine will be trotting over to pick up my mail. Would you mind giving it to her? Thanks!" "He's ready when you are!" Beth giggled, the mischief bubbling out of her. The guys were getting into it too, rooting me on. "Wish me luck!" I said. I turned to leave. "Oh, it's Evan that has the luck tonight, sweetheart," said Beth. "I owe him one, and this his payment, in full." Hi payment was about to be a nearly naked woman with the wettest pussy she's damn near ever had. Yeah, that's decent payment. I closed the door behind me, and made my way in near darkness toward Evan's house. The street lights and house lights weren't bright enough to make my position obvious, so I felt pretty secure. No cars either, thank goodness. But as I neared Evan's house, reality set in. I walked to the door. His house light was on, which meant my ass was completely exposed to the street. Anyone that walked door drove by could see me. This realization caused a fresh flood of wetness to rush out between my legs, I could feel it begin to drip down my thigh. I did not want Evan to see that much! I rang the bell, and I put my left hand down in front of my pussy, which squeezed my boobs together. And by now, you know the state of my blouse. I heard footsteps, and the door opened to a youngish guy of about 30, mail in hand. He smiled a pretty normal smile, said "hi" and extended the mail toward me... Then he noticed my state of decorum. He was shocked, staring openly at my hand-covered pussy, then to my extremely hard nipples poking through my top, then back to my eyes. "Um, what's going on...?" he mumbled. He was so shy, a very sweet guy, I could tell. "To be honest, Beth dared me to do this, plus she said you'd get a kick out of it." We both laughed, the ice broken. To be honest again, my butt cheeks were getting chilly and I wanted to get back inside. Evan gave me the mail, and said with a full smile, "Tell Beth I said thanks. The best thing she's ever done for me." "I will!" I said, moved my hand away from my pussy, and with a twirl I was gone. I'm sure he got a great view of everything. I rushed back inside Beth's house, out of breath from excitement, to a chorus of congratulations and high fives. My tits were bouncing obscenely and pussy was gushing. We sit back down, this time I sit Indian style, completely unselfconsciously. I passed my turn. I wanted to be the object of the dares. Both Conor and Nate passed to Beth, saying they couldn't top Beth's dares. Beth was more than happy to do the daring. So much for her being more into truth! "Becca, resume the position. My dare is for you to let me do what I'm about to do next." I did as I was told, once again spreading my legs open, my juices flowing out of me. Beth crawled over to me, her robe having become untied and falling open, her breasts swaying as she moved forward. She parked herself between my legs, I felt the heat rush out of me as her smooth thighs moved into a locked position beneath my own. She was inches from my body. She reached forward, grasping the bottom of my blouse, and pulled it upward to expose my breasts. I sat up and raised my arms above my head, and she pulled my top all the way off. I was naked, completely. Being exposed like this made me so aroused that I had a tiny orgasm right then. Just enough for my hips to angle even more directly outward, like I was aiming myself at Beth and the guys. I leaned back to the position, with Beth between my legs, her own breasts on display. She tossed my top aside as I looked down at myself. My breasts sat proudly on my chest, their natural fullness spreading them outward. They are firm, full and round, with silver dollar-sized pink areola and prominent nipples. With each ragged breath, they bounced slightly and swayed when I shifted my weight. My toned but feminine tummy pouted cutely further down my body, rounding toward my pussy. Some girls don't like the looks of their pussy, but I actually think mine is cute. I have a tiny landing strip of light brown hair, and full, puffy outer lips that were splayed open to display my pink inner lips. I have a large-ish clit that emerges from its hood when I'm extra aroused, like I was then. I do occasionally squirt, as my G-spot is also quite large and noticeable by the feel of a finger, and from what I've been told, even someone's tongue or cock. I was dripping profusely, and Beth was inches away. I looked back up at her to see that she'd been taking the same visual journey I had, across my body. Turning her eyes on my breasts, she traced both hands' worth of fingernails lightly over my tits, going from the outermost edge all the way inward to my nipples. I thought my nipples couldn't get harder, but they did, as she traced her nails along my nipples, pushing them down, releasing them and springing back. I arched my back, begging her to grab them completely. She moved both hands to my rib cage, below my breasts, and moved her hands up, pressing my breasts upward with them. My breasts compressed and slid beneath her palms, finally... She massaged them and I moaned in utter delight. She pulled my nipples away from my chest, releasing them to spring back. She continued to play with my tits and nipples as she bent forward and whispered in my ear. "Thank you Becca. I've never done this with a girl before, and ever since that night in the dorm room I've been curious. Thank you for trusting me. Do you trust me to keep going?" She lifted her face away from my ear, and my answer was to kiss her full on the lips. We sucked each others' tongues like we were ravenously hungry. She pulled away and smiled, looking down at my pussy. It throbbed. I looked over at the guys. They were speechless, and loving it. It was all I needed to know. I looked at Conor, essentially pleading for him to be ok. He was, and gave me an encouraging nod. I looked back at Beth. "This is why I wanted you to sit like this." She inched her way backward, and downward. I knew what was about to happen. I gasped. I looked at the guys, and they were frozen, like they couldn't believe what was about to happen. Beth knelt down between my legs, her face inches away from my pussy. My scent was permeating the room at this point, and it was a good scent, the scent of sex. She moved in, and just as I thought she was going to plant her lips on pussy, she gave me a light lick across the clit, and I nearly exploded. She kissed and sucked at my landing strip, drinking the juices that had accumulated there throughout the night. She kissed and nibbled her way over and around my labia, down my inner thigh, pressing her cheek against my pussy. I could feel the wetness pour out upon her face. She placed her mouth directly above my gaping pussy, and gave it the sweetest, most tender kiss I have ever felt down there. Then, she dove in, tongue probing deep in my hole, her hands grasping my buttocks and lifting my ass into the air. I bucked. I reached down and squeezed one of her tits, twisting and pulling the nipple, feeling its pendulous weight sway. She licked up my pussy and sucked my clit into her mouth, drawing it in with more force than I thought I could withstand. It dawned on me that she was sucking on my clit like it was a little penis, which of course it is. She pulled away and blew cold air on my pussy, which shocked me back to my senses. This cold was obliterated when she dove back in, her tongue lapping me from my anus, dipping into my pussy hole, all the way back to my clit. She reached up and pulled my nipple, a mirror image of what I had done to her own breast. She sucked my clit into her mouth again, and surprised me by inserting a finger into my gaping hole. She worked her finger in and out of me, she searched for my G-spot and hit it. I responded by bucking my hips and screaming. I was close. "Oh my God Beth! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She moaned, which I could feel directly on my clit, and stuck a second finger in me. She worked them in and out at a fever pitch, my juices spraying and splashing everywhere. I looked at Conor, and the look of lust and desire on his face drove me over the edge. I came. If there was a record book of biggest orgasms in history, I'm pretty sure this would make the list. I saw explosions of colors and shapes. I screamed and bucked my hips wildly. Beth hung on for dear life, fingering me and sucking my clit to the point of delicious pain. With one last shudder, where I held my hips in the air in paralyzed orgasmic release, I was spent. Beth let go of my ass and pulled her face away. My juices covered her face, and were dripping down her tits. She looked amazing. She licked her lips and her fingers, as if she couldn't get enough of my taste. I couldn't speak. I just breathed ragged breaths, my breasts heaving, swaying and bouncing. I moved a hand to my pussy and held it there, trying to recover. Beth startled me with her words. "Becca, that was amazing. I going to fuck my boyfriend now. Nate, what do you think of that idea?" Nate nodded yes, jumped up, grabbed her hand and led her away to the bedroom. I turned my head. "Conor..." I said. To be continued. Drenched Ch. 03 This is the continuation of my story about my first adventures with Conor, Nate and Beth. Please read the previous chapters if you haven't already. And at the end of this one, I have a little something to tell you. *** "Conor," I said again. He said nothing for a beat longer than I expected. I was still in the position Beth left me; completely nude, chest heaving, my breasts swelling and slightly bouncing in time with my breaths, legs bent at the knees and spread wide, my pussy gushing with juice, pouring out of me. I needed to be fucked. I needed Conor to fuck me. Immediately. Every part of me was splayed open to him. But his silence dragged on. Another beat. From Beth's bedroom, the sounds of sex began to emerge. Another wave of wetness poured from me in response. I was dying. "Conor!" "No. Don't say anything else." Finally, his voice broke the tension but I couldn't read his intentions yet. Still, I sat in front of him on full display, pussy glistening, the juices slick on my inner thighs. He stood up. His shirt was already off from the game of truth or dare - his abdomen rippled and his firm chest and shoulders seemed ripe with strength. "Please." I was begging. Begging him to take me and make me his. My eyes swelled with frustrated tears, clouding my vision. But I was still able to make out Conor reaching down to his belt, and slowly unbuckling it. "Yes. Please." My pussy gushed again in anticipation, I could feel the wave of it come out of me. I saw Conor's eyes watching me, he saw it too. I leaned up and grasped my breasts, pulling my nipples. They felt ready to explode. Conor's belt fell unclasped, and his strong hands moved to unbutton his jeans. Unable to remain merely an object of display any longer, I made my way on my knees over to him. I reached up, gliding my hands up his firm stomach, feeling his chest. I brought them back downward over his nipples, small and firm, and brought my hands together at his waistline. His erection was nearly bursting through, I could feel the heat radiating from it. I unbuttoned his jeans and with great pleasure pulled his zipper down. Such a delicious sound it made, I can still hear it in my mind. His cock strained outward through his boxer briefs, the faintest spot of wetness at the tip. I nearly came at the sight of it. I looked up at him, into his eyes. He smiled. I knew everything was going to be alright, I beamed at him and the slightest tear squeezed out from my left eye. He reached down and gently wiped it away. I grabbed his hand and brought his wet finger to my mouth, drawing it in and tasting the salty tear. His finger slipped out of my mouth, tracing circles around my bottom lip, and he ran his fingers through my now-wild head of hair. From the bedroom, the sounds of sex got louder. Which only served to urge me onward. I grasped the waist of Conor's briefs and pulled them down, freeing his cock. It pulsed and throbbed, inches from my face, hot and nearly dripping with precome. He stepped out of his underwear, his heavy balls (nicely shaved, I must say) swaying. I cupped them, feeling their weight. They practically burned my palms. With the most delicacy I could muster, I kissed the tip of his cock, gliding the slick tip across my lips like lipstick. His come tasted much like my tears had, salty but sweeter, thick enough to coat my lips. He ran his fingers through my hair again, and I kissed my way down his shaft toward his beautiful balls. The heat of his cock burned my cheek. I licked lightly at his sack and gently sucked one of his balls into my mouth. His breath caught, and he sighed "yes". I ran my tongue across and around his testicle ever so gently, moving my left hand to his shaft. Dear God he was hard, and hot - hotter than any man I'd been with before. He was around 7.5 inches long, by my guess, and quite thick. I ran simultaneous circles with my tongue around his balls and my fingertip on the head of his cock, occasionally dipping into the wetness that swelled from the tip. My pussy dripped onto my thighs, my back arched and breasts thrust forward, my nipples touched his legs. I worked my mouth up his shaft and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I looked up at him, waiting a beat in punishment for him making me wait earlier. With mercy, and a brief devilish smile, I took all of him into my mouth and throat. I reached around his firm ass with my right hand while continuing to massage his balls with my left. He groaned with pleasure and pulled my hair. Conor's cock was magnificent - hard as iron, but silky smooth and lined with powerful veins, which I lovingly lapped and nibbled on in-between agonizingly long strokes of my mouth upon him. I drew the precome out of him with each upward movement, the taste of it seemed to push my body into overdrive. I could feel my pussy lips get even more engorged and splayed open, aching and drenched. I drew his delicate glans into my mouth, massaging them between my tongue and lips, while shifting my left hand from his balls to the base of his shaft. I sucked him and stroked him, adoring every inch of this man, worshipping him. He stroked my cheek and exhaled in what sounded like conflicted tones - he was close to coming, and didn't want to. Taking the cue, I gave him one last extremely long, deep suck, keeping him in the depths of my throat for a couple of intense seconds, my nose buried in his soft pubic hair. I was giving him everything I knew how to do, I wanted him to never forget this moment. I pulled away, drawing upon him and getting a few more precious drops of precome as the reward. He popped out of my mouth, and I let go of him completely. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat, throbbing and ready to burst. He reached out for my hand, and he pulled me up; bizarrely, it made me feel like a lady, however wanton and crazed, but still a beautiful woman in the middle of an encounter with a real man. He looked at my body, my swollen breasts with painfully erect pink nipples, my trim but soft tummy and my pussy literally dripping in anticipation of being filled by the cock I just lavished with attention. He pulled me close and we kissed. It was the most amazing, gentle, full-of-portent kiss of my life. And as we kissed, Beth began screaming in the throughs of orgasm. "Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Yes!" In response, our kiss intensified and he crushed my body into his. I came. I raised up on my tiptoes, my nipples bent double, dragging trails upward against his chest. Juices were streaming down my legs. He moved his hands down my back and cupped my ass, fingers working toward the cleft between my legs. He found a virtual reservoir of wetness, and hadn't even yet touched my pussy. I was covered in juices, and he massaged it into my buttocks, fingers leaving trails of wetness across my skin, cooling in the air. My small orgasm subsided, I shuddered and wobbled against him and broke the kiss, resting my forehead against his collar bone. Conor moved his hands upward around my waist and toward my breasts. I arched them toward him, and he rewarded me by not playing around and squeezed them fiercely with both hands. He kneaded and lifted them, pulling and moving them, getting to know them. I reached down and took his blazing hot cock into my hand once again, wetting my wrist with his precome. He rolled both my nipples between his fingers, tugging them, pulling my tits outward, releasing them and springing back. I stroked him roughly, testing the tensile strength of his erection. I could tell I was going to be in sweet delicious pain very shortly. The screams in the other room intensified, then subsided. Conor and I smiled at each other, knowing it would be our turn soon. We kissed again, and he worked his left hand downward from my breasts toward my wetness below. He drug his fingers through my tiny landing strip and plunged into my folds. My legs spread and my hips angled toward his hand out of pure instinct. He reached out deeper and covered my entire dripping pussy with his hand and palm. "You are soooo wet, Becca. It's unreal." "All night, through the whole game, I was thinking of you, hoping this would happen and you'd take me. Conor, please..." His right hand pulled my chin upward toward his open lips, our tongues explored each others' mouths. His fingers began to explore my pussy in turn, gliding across my aching clit and plunging a finger into my hole. I wrapped a leg around him, as I clutched more tightly around his chest. He rewarded me with a second finger. Ordinarily, it might be too soon and be uncomfortably stretched, but not tonight. I was so wet and ready. He circled my clit with his thumb and curled his fingers upon my g-spot, which I've already mentioned is very prominent and sensitive. I gasped and bit down on his shoulder, probably harder than necessary. He began to finger fuck me, upon each outward stroke making sure to curl and press my g-spot button. The wet noise of his fingers gliding in and out, and his palm slapping my open lips was erotic in the extreme. I could feel splashes of wetness hit my thighs. His free arm pulled tighter around my back and the finger fucking got harder. I came again, all over Conor's hand. It quite simply poured out of me. I thrashed around, hips bucking, my head reared back and I saw the ceiling as I screamed in ecstasy. My leg that was wrapped around Conor squeezed like a python, and with one last orgasmic wave I exploded. I unwrapped myself from him and stepped away, unable to be touched for a moment. I struggled to catch my breath. "Are you alright?" "Oh my God yes." I rushed back into his arms and kissed him with all my might. His wet hand painted swirls upon my back and tits. I needed his cock in me that instant. "Fuck me," I panted. "Not yet. Beth got to do something to you earlier that I've just got to try for myself." He angled me down toward the ground, taking control of my body with his masculine strength. Once again, I was in the position: legs bent at the knees and spread wide, sitting back on my butt with my arms propping me up from behind. My chest arched and my C-cup tits perched proudly on top. I knew what was coming. I smiled, and said, "I'm all yours." Conor looked upon my nakedness for a moment, and bent his face downward toward mine. He placed himself between my legs, my pussy's heat radiating upward toward him. He kissed me briefly, then worked downward and drew a nipple into his mouth. Alternating sucking gently then roughly, he swirled my nipple in his mouth. He withdrew, blew cold air on my nipple, which grew harder in delicious pain, and sucked it back into his mouth. He pulled as much of my tit into his mouth as he could, which felt amazing and strange, indescribable. He switched breasts and gave the other the same treatment. I was his splayed-open feminine object of sex. My pussy ached for attention, and he knew it. He nudged downward giving my ribs and tummy delicate kisses. Ticklish, I giggled, which made my breasts bounce. Noticing, Conor grinned and did it again, only this time more roughly. I laughed loudly and squeezed him with my thighs. "Stop it!" I laughed. He chuckled and pressed his lips to my belly button, pressing his tongue into the indention. He drew concentric circles outward, but moving closer to my awaiting pussy. I wanted his mouth on me so bad, I spread my legs even wider and could feel my sticky, dripping lips touch the muscles of his chest. He finally (finally!!) moved into position: face to face with my inflamed, engorged, impossibly wet and ravaged pussy, which despite the night's action was hungry for more. He gazed upon it, blew air upon me, I changed the angle of my legs and could feel the lips open wider. I was gaping. He grabbed my hips with both hands and dove in. Much of what followed was a blur. He sucked and nibbled my clit. His tongue dove deeply into me. He bathed me with his tongue. He sucked into his mouth the entirety of my pussy lips, drawing them in and massaging them with his tongue. He drank the wetness pouring from me. The feelings of desire, fullness, and yes, even love was swelling in me like something inevitable. Shockingly, Conor put a finger in me and found my g-spot. I came, screaming "yes!" countless times. Conor's mouth was completely enveloped by my pussy. I grabbed his head with both hands and crushed him deeper into me. I wanted his whole body inside of me. I was actually holding myself up by grabbing his hair. I released a flood of juices. I was practically sobbing in pleasure by the time the explosions subsided, he disengaged and I wrapped my shaking legs around his back as he rest his cheek upon my stomach. Then, something remarkable happened. I was angled in such a way that Beth's bedroom was about 20 feet away, 45 degrees or so to my right, but behind Conor. Motion in that direction caught my eye. The door was slightly open, and a shape emerged from the darkness within. Beth stood in the shadows, gloriously nude. She was watching. She probably had been for a while. And now she wanted me to know it. Normally after such a powerful orgasm I need some time to recharge. Beth's voyeuristic appearance took care of it. I was ready to fuck, to be split in half, to be owned and dominated by Conor's cock. I needed it and I demanded it. "It's time. Fuck me now. I don't care if you have a condom or not, fuck me!" So he fucked me. His cock impaled me. The heat of it was unbelievable, the thickness of it opening me up beyond the previous activities of the evening, to literally another level of sexual connection. He reached to the side and grabbed one of the large floor pillows and thoughtfully placed it under my back. My legs wrapped around his hips, my arms around his shoulders, and he began to pound me. I'm glad he was so forceful so quickly - with everything we'd done, both he and Beth, I was beyond any toying and only balls-deep fucking would suffice. The slapping of his hips against mine, and his balls against my ass, sounded like gunshots to my heightened senses. He disengaged my arms that were around his neck to sit upright, grasping my hips with his hands (later, I'd find bruises) and continued to fuck my brains out. My breasts bounced wildly up and down with the nearly violent motion. I felt his cock hit my cervix, again and again, which any woman will attest is either extremely painful or devastatingly, deliciously amazing. It was the latter. Over and over. I screamed. His stamina was incredible. My juices covered him. He let go of my hips and reached out to my breasts. He grabbed them and actually used them in the way he had been using my hips - as handles with which to move my entire body upon his cock. I'd never felt anything like it. I was utterly in his control and never wanted it to end. I looked over toward Beth's bedroom, and she was still there. She had a breast in one hand and the other was furiously stroking her pussy. Her mouth was open and I could tell she was about to come. Conor's eyes were closed, deep in concentration and control, so I was safely able to mouth "come, come," to Beth. And she paused for a second, and began to come. She arched her hips toward me and came while looking into my eyes. That sent me into the stratosphere. I moved Conor's hands to my hips and I threw my legs up over his shoulders. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" I screamed, and came, and screamed and came. My ass was off the ground, my tits were hitting me in the chin, my hands were grasping for anything to hold and tear apart. I saw colors and shapes and my mind turned inside out. My pussy felt like it was spewing liquid fire. My orgasm ended in a graceful downward slope, and I lowered my butt down into a puddle of my own juices. Amazingly, Conor had not come yet. He was still fucking me, but more slowly and with slight angle changes that seemed designed to drill every part of my pussy. I looked at Beth again, who was grinning from ear to ear, twisting her nipples. She mouthed, "you came!" and I smiled. Conor's voice pulled me back. "Becca, I'm going to come." "Come all over me Conor, cover me." I don't know about most other girls, but I love the sight of a man coming and I love to be drenched in it. If it can't be shot deep inside of me, I want to be showered in it. Conor pulled out of me and grasped his cock. He worked it up and down, my lubrication dripping messily from the tip. And then he came. The first eruption arced over my right shoulder, leaving a boiling hot trail over my nipple. The next hit me directly in the small of my neck, puddling and overflowing. The third poured out on my tummy as what was on my neck spilled over and down into my hair. I leaned upward and took him into my mouth for the last few shots of come that flooded my tongue with salty sweetness. I bathed him gently with my mouth, drinking his come, his fluid dripping down my chest and into my pussy hair. I got what I wanted, to be covered in his come. He sighed the deepest sigh and stroked my cheek. "Oh my God." I don't remember if he said it, or if I did. Beth's door slowly shut. And there's more. Soon this time, I promise. *** So, that's the long-awaited story of my first time with Conor. In the year since my last story, the changes in my life made it hard to revisit this night, since I have such a vivid memory for detail. I'm in a better place now, and look back on this with fondness and even echoes of desire. Thanks for being patient and not forgetting about me.