0 comments/ 20773 views/ 0 favorites Getting Lucky By: DafneyDewitt "Money doesn't make a fool out of a girl as often as a girl makes money out of a fool." - Anonymous quote * * * * * Fuller started his search in the morning. The Las Vegas casinos were open all night, but he wanted fresh meat. He spotted her by the slot machines doing a poor job of feigning an interest in gambling. Her simple white dress caught his eyes like a beacon of purity. She was a young, healthy looking girl who might have been a college coed. "Hi," said Fuller. "Got change for a dollar?" he smiled. It was a terrible pick-up line, but Fuller put his best efforts into the end game. Besides, there was no need to waste good pick-up lines on hookers. She returned his smile, raising a paper cup filled with quarters to her chin, as if she were toasting him. For a minute, Fuller imagined she might tip the quarters into her mouth and drink them down like a bionic whore. Her body was a money machine just like the slots. "I'm bored," she answered. "I'm Fuller," he smiled. She smiled back. "Hi Fuller, I'm Lori." "If gambling bores you, why come to Las Vegas? Fuller poised the question already knowing the answer. She was a working girl. But he enjoyed making them squirm. "It's not my idea of fun. I'm here with my parents." Fuller nodded and got back on track. "So what do you do for fun?" "I'm an Anthropology student at Arizona State University." Fuller had not been expecting this type of answer. She must be one of those new wave hookers who made up an entire legend for the enjoyment of the John. Fuller had seen this before with high priced call girls. Even after the sex, they would persist in pretending to be the daughter of a priest, an airline stewardess, or a nurse. He played along. "Anthropology. Isn't that the study of people?" "Why, yes. I'm surprised you knew." "I know lots of things." "Oh, you do, do you?" "I know you'd like me to rescue you from boredom." "How would you do that?" "You'll have to come with me to find out." Fuller offered her his hand. Her hesitation was charming. She did a quick little curtsey-type movement, slipping her purse off her shoulder and dumping the cup of quarters inside before taking Fuller's hand. Hand-in-hand, the picture of innocence, they walked out of the casino together. On the way to his hotel room, Fuller pulled Lori into Walgreen's Pharmacy. She looked at him. "I've got protection," she said. Fuller gave her a look of alarm thinking she was talking about carrying a gun. But how could she know about his scam already? What had tipped her? Then it hit him. She meant condoms. "Oh, no," said Fuller, raising one hand like a little boy in school who knew the right answer, "I just need to check some lottery tickets." In the far corner of the pharmacy, by the pay telephone, was a Lottery ATM. It sold tickets and confirmed winning tickets. Fuller took an envelope out of the breast pocket of his jacket and inserted his first ticket. He followed this by four more tickets. They were all losers. The fifth ticket was different. The display window flashed in red that it was a winning ticket followed by the amount of $5 million dollars. Fuller shouted in mock surprise. "Whoa baby! This is my lucky day!" He palmed the ticket as it came out of the Lottery ATM, quickly turning it over so Lori could see the other side. "I need to sign this." He looked at Lori. "But first, I'm going to spend some time with my lucky lady." He smiled at Lori, and returned the unsigned ticket to the envelope. She grabbed his hand firmly in hers, and they set off again for his hotel room. They both smiled like co-conspirators. Fuller's plan was foolproof. Show her the winning ticket, enjoy the sex, and pretend to fall asleep. Then, let her steal the ticket. This was how he planned to get free sex. If the hooker insisted on pre-payment, he would balk. If she continued insisting, she would loose out on her opportunity to steal $5 million dollars. That was the hard part. The easy part was getting a winning ticket. The winning numbers were posted in the Las Vegas Times right next to the long range weather forecast. He simply cut out the winning numbers from losing tickets and pasted them onto a lottery ticket. It was a cheap counterfeit. It would never fool anyone, but it could fool the Lottery ATM Machine. These machines did not have sophisticated scanners. He could never redeem the ticket for any money. But Fuller was after sex, not money. As Fuller expected, Lori did not ask for pre-payment for her services. The sex was stupendous. Fuller did not have to pretend to fall asleep. He was exhausted after a continuous 2 hour romp in which Lori had revived him twice with her magic mouth. He heard her slip out of bed and tiptoe over to his jacket. A door clicked lightly before he fell asleep. When Fuller woke up he felt good. He felt wonderful. He now had a foolproof plan to get free sex. He felt fantastic until he heard her voice. "Good Afternoon, sleepy head," Lori greeted him. Fuller was speechless. Had she discovered his con? Why had she stayed? What had gone wrong? He needed a way to handle this situation. He faked a yawn, and decided to try honesty. "Why didn't you steal the Lottery Ticket?" Fuller asked. "I thought about it," Lori admitted. "Well?" Fuller insisted, disappointed that his plan had failed. "I just couldn't," Lori said. "I guess I owe you," said Fuller. "I guess you do," Lori agreed shaking her head. Of all the hookers, in the entire world, Fuller had picked the last honest whore. He shook his head in disbelief. He took out four fifty dollar bills and laid them out on the bed. "What's that for?" asked Lori. "For you." "What do you think I am, a whore?" Lori spat out the words. Fuller backpedaled. "Uh, no, of course not." "Yes, you do." "I, well," Fuller stammered before finally saying, "I mean, you were so good." "It was love, buster." "Really?" "Yes, really." Fuller sank back onto the bed. He was stunned. Lori started crying. "You mean everything you told me about your parents, Anthropology, and attending college was the truth?" "That's right. Nothing but the truth." Fuller put the money away, and held Lori in his arms. He told her that he loved her to make her stop crying. He agreed to buy her dinner. They parted as friends. After dinner, they had sex again. It was even better the second time. Lori kept telling Fuller she loved him and wanted to get married. In the middle of climaxing, Fuller agreed. He would have agreed to just about anything at that time. When he woke up, Lori was snuggled up against him. She was smiling. "You said you'd marry me," she reminded him. "I did?" Fuller answered. "Yes, you did." "Would you love me if I weren't rich?" asked Fuller. "I'd love you if you were penniless." "Are you sure?" Fuller asked. "Absolutely, but don't worry with $5 million dollars you'll never go broke." "I suppose not." Fuller agreed. "Besides . . ." "Besides, what?" "I could have stolen the lottery ticket while you were asleep, but I didn't." "That's true." "Do you know why?" "Because you're honest?" Fuller said. "No, silly. Because I wanted you, not the money." Fuller appeared to think this over and agreed to meet her the next morning for breakfast. It flattered him that a woman would prefer him to $5 million dollars. It sounded crazy. It was not logical, but Fuller's ego accepted the explanation as making perfect sense. Lori planned for a quick marriage ceremony after breakfast. That night, Fuller had trouble sleeping. Lori had refused to sleep with him. She said it was bad luck for them to sleep together the night before she got married. Unable to sleep, Fuller phoned his sister for advice. She could give him a woman's viewpoint. Later, Fuller would regret phoning her for the rest of his life. "For a minute, forget about the girl," his sister said. "OK," said Fuller "Now what?" "Imagine it was you in her place." "Alright." "Now, what would you have done?" "Do you mean would I marry myself?" "No dummy. Would you have taken the Lottery Ticket or the girl?" Fuller pretended to consider the question. "I'd take the money and run." "That's it, then." "What?" asked Fuller not following her thinking. "That's the answer." "Are you saying she's too good for me?" "No, I'm saying, you love money more than her." "That's true," Fuller said soberly. "Well, you want a marriage based on love not money." "I do?" "Yes. Think about how you met her." "I already admitted that. I was trying to get free sex." "Right, but were you honest about it?" "Of course not," Fuller sounded indignant. "Why not?" "You can't get free sex out of a hooker by being honest." "But you said she wasn't a hooker." "At first, I thought she was . . ." "So you started your love affair based on lies." "I guess you could say that." "A marriage based on lies will never work." A few minutes later, his sister said, "No whore has a heart of gold." Fuller hung up on his sister after she continued spouting old bromides. The next morning, Fuller made a full confession. He told Lori that she was too good for him. He told her that she deserved better. Her eyes filled with tears. "So you see," Fuller continued "the lottery ticket was a scam." "You mean you're not rich?" Lori asked. "That's right." "I still want to marry you," Lori insisted. Fuller's heart swelled with love. His sister had been right. He had told the truth, all of it. But Lori still wanted him. She would make a rare catch. A woman who loved him more than $5 million dollars. Could any man ask for more? "Before we get married, do you have anything to confess?" Fuller asked, enjoying his wave of honesty. "Me?" said Lori, looking innocent. "Yes, you." "Why, no. I can't think of anything." "Then I have a question for you." "OK." "If you wanted me and not the money, why did you tiptoe over to my jacket?" "You weren't asleep were you?" "No, I wasn't." "I peeked at the lottery ticket." "You looked?" "Yes. I put it right back." "You knew it was a counterfeit ticket?" "Yes." Fuller was making himself uncomfortable. The questions were not going the way he expected. Something was wrong. "You lied to me," Fuller accused Lori. "About what?" "You pretended not to know about the scam." "Because I love you," protested Lori. "How could you love someone who was trying to cheat you?" "Well, I . . ." Lori's voice faltered. "Yes," said Fuller, not wanting to know the answer. "I was cheating you too." "How?" Fuller was genuinely intrigued. "I am a hooker." This confession changed everything. Fuller needed to re-evaluate. Nothing made sense. If she was a hooker, his plan should have worked. Fuller's world turned upside down. "You're a hooker?" "Yes." "Then why didn't you take the $200 dollars?" "After I saw the bogus ticket, I decided to pretend not to be a hooker." "But why?" "Before I knew the ticket was bogus, I knocked myself out giving you the best sex of my career." "It was the best," Fuller agreed. "That kind of all-out sex was worth a lot more than $200." "So?" "So, I decided to make you my ticket out of hooking." "How?" "By reversing your con game." "You turned my own con against me?" "Yes, and your guilt." "My guilt?" "I made you feel bad for thinking I was a hooker and worse for trying to cheat me." "So you wanted to trap me into marrying you?" "Yes." "But why me?" "You may not be rich, but your damn good looking, and you're a hustler. We'd make a good couple." Fuller nodded his head in agreement. Everything Lori told him was the truth. He was extremely grateful, but he could never marry her. Lori was a hooker. What would his sister say? Fuller still thinks of Lori every time he seals the counterfeit Lottery Ticket inside an envelope. No one peeks. Tearing the envelope open would make too much noise. It would be too risky. By looking into the unsealed envelope, Lori managed to touch Fuller's heart. All of the women Fuller scammed made him feel good, but only Lori tricked him into feeling loved. Getting Lucky "You are so going to get lucky this evening." Sarah said. "God I hope so," Kirsty replied as she stood before the full-length mirror and gave a twirl. Her reflection showing an excited young lady who returned her wide cheeky grin. Her newly cut blonde hair was shorter than she would normally wear it but Kirsty was pleased with the effect. Sexier, she thought as she watched her image complete the twirl. The mini skirt was also much shorter than anything she had ever worn, but showed her great legs. The silk blouse was a little too tight she thought, her new found self-confidence starting to flounder. Far too tight she thought again, her breasts were not very big but were straining against the material and her nipples were very noticeable. "Perfect, just perfect," said Sarah triumphantly as she watched her best friend view herself with surprised delight. Normally, Kirsty dressed, downright bloody boringly, Sarah always said; preferring loose fitting clothes that did nothing for her slim attractive figure. Maybe that arse of a two timing boyfriend of hers leaving was not such a bad thing after all. "You are looking hot; you are so going to pull tonight." Kirsty giggled and asked shyly, "Sarah, don't you think I look, you know a bit slutty?" Sarah looked at her friend in wonder. She looked great, actually she always looked great, but tonight she was positively glowing. "Kirsty, I have to be honest. You look wonderfully slutty, look; even your nipples are becoming erect!" Sarah laughed at Kirsty's look of horror. She was also amused to see that the nipples really had just become noticeably quite stiff under the silk. Kirsty was also blushed a pretty interesting shade of red, which only made her look even more attractive. "You are looking pretty hot yourself; someone is in for a treat tonight." Kirsty said, looking at Sarah dressed in a simple midnight blue dress that ended mid thigh. It complemented her stunning figure and beautiful blue eyes wonderfully. Sarah did not have to try too hard to look good, she just did. And to top it all, Kirsty thought, Sarah was a fantastic friend, one who had stood by her when she had been going out with that pig Adrian. Kirsty knew Sarah had never liked him, had never trusted him. She had not even said "I told you so" when Kirsty had caught him in her bed with that tart Mandy Arnold. Kirsty had dumped him fairly quickly afterwards and Sarah had been there to offer her support and a shoulder to cry on. Now after only two months Sarah had convinced Kirsty to start living again, to enjoy life and to get herself laid. That was the plan anyway. Kirsty had even agreed to dress up a little more daringly than she normally would. Sarah had convinced her that what she needed was to get herself some good sex so she can forget her ex and move on with her life. Kirsty was normally not quite as outgoing as Sarah was but found she was more than a little excited at the idea of just going out and perhaps having some well overdue sex. "And remember Kirsty, tonight is for fun. Let yourself go, enjoy yourself and maybe get some yummy sex." Sarah laughed as Kirsty blushed red again before she took her hand as they made their way to the waiting taxi. .......................................... Two hours later Sarah watched as another young man walked away after trying his luck with Kirsty. They had been at the popular nightclub for several hours and Kirsty had been approached by several hopeful but unsuccessful men. "He was okay, wasn't he?" Sarah asked as she moved up next to Kirtsy. "Yeah, he looked okay. But, well.....I am just not sure." Kirsty shrugged and smiled at Sarah. "Maybe I am just not cut out to be a slut after all." "It is only sex, Kirsty. What about him? He has a cute arse." She pointed to a well built man standing at the bar. "Too ugly!" Kirsty replied. "Him." Sarah nodded at another. "Too old." "Him." "Too young." "What about him, he is gorgeous?" "No, he approached me earlier. Asked if I liked my eggs scrambled or sterilized? I mean who says that?" Sarah laughed. "Kirsty, you are just too choosy, so his chat up lines are crap but admit it, he is bloody good looking." "Well why don't you have him then?" Kirsty looked questioningly at her friend. "Kirsty we are here for you, to get you laid. When was the last time you had a good mind numbing orgasm?.... Remember? When your whole body is tingling and you can't stop shaking, when, when?" Sarah punched Kirsty on the arm. "Ouch!" Okay, okay. I heard you. Adrian was good, but not that good. Show me someone who will make me feel like that and I will let them take me here and now. I won't care who watches." She giggled. "Yeah, me too." Sarah laughed again, well I can't promise that but come on lets have a little fun. As there is no-one here you fancy miss fussy pants, shall we move over to that nice little pub by your place. We can check out the talent there?" .............................................. The girls grabbed a couple of drinks and settled themselves at an empty table near the far corner where they could observe what was going on. There was a good looking couple sat at the table next to them, but they were so intent on each other that they had paid the two girls no attention as they had sat down. Sarah nudged Kirsty and indicated the couple near them. "Don't they just make you feel jealous?" "Yeah, and isn't he just so gorgeous!" "Well I certainly wouldn't kick him out of bed," giggled Sarah. "Nor me! Why are the good looking ones always taken?" Kirsty asked. "I suppose." Sarah paused, "because they are good looking, duh." The two girls laughed and continued chatting happily away to each other. Kirsty though, felt her eyes constantly drawn back to the couple sat at the next table. They were both really good looking and well matched. "Pretty hot aren't they?" Sarah whispered. "You can say that again." Kirsty watched as the girl giggled and leaned closer to her boyfriend. She said something and put her hand over the obvious bulge in his chinos and squeezed gently. "This is all because of me?" asked the girl giggling again. "Right come on." The girl's boyfriend stood up and taking a firm hold of his laughing girlfiend's hand led her out of the pub. As the couple passed their table Kirsty, felt her eyes drawn to the front of his trousers where it was easy to see how excited he had become. Kirsty looked up quickly and met the girls gaze. The girl could not have missed Kirsty checking her boyfriend out. But far from being annoyed she winked and beamed a proud smile at her. Kirsty felt the colour flush her cheeks as she blurted out. "Looks like enough there for two, if you want a hand?" "Oh I am looking forward to taking care of this myself." The other girl giggled as she quickly passed. "You little tart." Sarah laughed. Kirsty's hand went to her mouth, "Christ, I don't believe I said that out loud. But boy were they hot or what? I bet they are at each other as soon as they get outside." "Shall we take a look." "We couldn't, could we?" The two girls looked at each other again. "Come on lets get outside." Kirsty finished her drink and headed to the door. Sarah was not far behind her. She was a little surprised at quite how the evening was turning out, but Kirsty really seemed excited at the prospect of spying on the other two. Maybe a little voyeurism was just what Kirsty needed to get her back into the land of the living again. The girls noticed that the couple were not that far ahead as they were constantly stopping and kissing each other. Sarah and Kirsty hung back and followed slowly while trying to pretend that they were not interested in the other couple. They need not really have bothered as the other pair were so busy with each other they would not have noticed anyone else anyway. "This is so wrong." Kirsty whispered. "Yeah, I know." Sarah agreed. "Shall we just let them get on with it and go back into the pub or go home?" Sarah, looked at her friend. "We should.....but... no way I am missing out on this. Look at them, they are so hot. If they are going to do anything interesting outside then I want to see." Kirsty suddenly looked at her friend. "Does that make me a bad person?" "Oh, you are so bad." Sarah laughed."Whatever happened to Miss sweet and innocent?" "Shit." Exclaimed Kirsty as the first raindrops fell. "This will ruin everything." Within seconds it was raining harder and harder until it was belting down furiously. The two girls were soaked within seconds. The rain had reduced visibility and it was difficult to make out the other couple who were now about fifty meters away. They did not seem to be particularly worried by the rain and seemed to be laughing loudly. "I am soaked." Kirsty said, somewhat uneccessarily, "we should really go home. Shall we go home?" Sarah looked at Kirsty who was anxiously waiting for her reply. Kirsty wiped her hand across her face wiping rain out of her eyes, she was biting on her lower lip her eyes wide watching her carefully. Sally knew Kirsty wanted to stay and see what was possibly going to happen between the other couple. "No way, after all this, no way are we giving up now. You wanted a show, look at those two, I think we may be in for one." Sarah directed Kirsty towards the amorous pair that seemed in no way bothered by the rain. Kirsty looked where Sarah was pointing and she could just make out the hot couple that had stopped again, their arms wrapped around each other they were kissing passionately. The young man moved his head at an angle kissing the girls neck and shoulders, his hands moved to pull her even closer. She responded eagerly and ground her hips encouragingly and suggestively against him. "Wow, they just don't care that anyone could be around. Lets get closer." Sarah grabbed Kirsty's hand and pulled her closer to the kissing couple. As they got closer they veered off behind one of the many bushes. The girls were now able to watch the other couple from a short distance without being seen. "God, this is so hot. I feel like a right perv." Sarah giggled quietly into Kirsty's ear. The hot couple did not seem to have noticed or heard them. Not that they could have anyway with the rain belting down. Kirsty could not believe how excited she was starting to feel as she watched them. The girls dress was soaked through and was clinging to her body, her nipples painfully erect because of the sudden cold were straining against now almost see through material. Her boyfriends chinos were also soaked and his excitement was clear to see by the very obvious bulge. Kirsty thought they looked incredibly sexy, obviously very turned on and she could almost imagine how the girl felt as her boyfriend kissed, fondled and pressed himself against her. His desire so very evident. It had been too long since someone had held her like that and she could feel her own arousal making her body respond sympathetically to the erotic coupling not very far from where she stood. She held back a giggle as she thought how wet she was herself and not all of it was due to the rain. I am so getting turned on by this. God how desparate am I? she asked herself. Completely oblivious to any possible passers by the young man was continuously running his hands all over the girls body, caressing and fondling her. She in turn was running her hands all over him and as the two girls watched excitedly her hands caressed his cock through his chinos, rubbing him and sqeezing until he let out a low excited growl. In a quick movement he turned her so she was facing away from him and he kissed her shoulders. The girl laughed and leant back against him as his hands cupped her breasts and capturing her nipples between his thumb and index finger he teased them as he continued kissing her. Kirsty looked over to Sarah who was watching her with a big smile. Both girls were now completely oblivious to the rain which was still beating down. "Hot!" mouthed Sarah. Kirsty nodded "I can't believe how sexy this is. It is so wrong...but also so sexy." Sarah smiled and both turned to look as the girl moaned louder. Kirsty gasped as she watched the boy slip a hand up under the short dress to caress between his girlfriends legs which she moved wider apart to give him greater access. She seemed to push against him as his hands went to work on her sex. The girls head was thrown back, her mouth open, gasping. They could not see his hand on her sex but it was obvious what he was doing. They both looked so very turned on by all they had been doing. The girls breasts were rising and falling to match her quick short breaths. The rain soaked dress moulded against her showing her pert breasts and the excited peaks of her nipples again highlighting how turned on she was. It did not seem too long before the girl seemed to shake as an orgasm hit her, her body convulsing, her head thrown back and her mouth open gasping for breath. The girl reached behind and with practised fingers located the zip on his chinos and unzipped him. He was still working his hand between her legs as she somehow managed to get a grip on his chinos and quickly tugged them down only stopping as they seemed to get caught on his erection. He helped her to drop his chinos and boxers to his knees allowing his erect cock to bounce free. He gently pushed her so she was bent over facing away from him and taking hold of his cock he eased it against her. The girl immediately pushed backwards and he slid his cock easily into her. He held onto her hips and pumped deeply in and out of her slowly. Kirsty gasped as she watched him move his cock in and out of the girl. She had never seen anyone fucking before, apart from porn films, but never live and so close. With the rain and the fading light the beautiful couple having sex was so wonderfully erotic. Kirsty felt her own clit throb as she imagined herself in the girls place and she could almost feel the thick cock sliding slowly in and out of her. "Mmmm". "Sssh, Sarah whispered into her ear. Don't let them hear you." "He is fucking her. Right in front of us. I can't believe it. Have you ever seen anything so horny?" "They do look good, better than a porn film." Kirsty laughed quietly as the girl voiced her encouragement, gasping and moaning at her boyfriend.. "Mmmm, Yes! Harder, Brad, now hard and fast. I can't wait, quickly before someone comes along." The girl pleaded. Kirsty and Sarah watched as Brad continued to pump his cock deeply in and out of his gasping girlfriend. He was moving in and out much quicker now, drawing out and slamming back into her. They were both breathing faster, their mouths open. He was leaning over her and it looked like he had moved his hand so that he could play with her clitoris as they fucked. She was leaning forward and seemed to have a hand reached back between his legs either on his balls or even playing with his ass. Suddenly he was gasping and moving even quicker still until he seemed to shudder and slam into her even harder as he came. She squealed lightly and seemed to reach another orgasm, shaking visibly, then laughing out loud. She turned and grabbing hold of Brad kissed him hard. "Wow that was something else." She said pulling back and looking him in the eyes. "You are not kidding, what a way to end an evening." He answered, as he pushed his cock into his trousers and quickly zipped himself up. "End an evening? I think we had better get back to your place. If you think I am going to settle for one little quickie, then you can think again, unless of course you're not up to any more?" She laughed teasingly. They kissed again and quickly headed off laughing delightedly. Sarah and Kirsty stayed hidden until the two lovers had slipped out of view before holding hands and giggling like mischievious school children they quickly made their way home. Fifteen minutes later the two friends stood facing each other in their bathroom quickly removing their soaking clothes. "That was incredible, I have never experienced anything like that ever before." Kirsty beamed at Sarah. Kirsty was beaming a wide satisfied smile and was looking flushed still with excitement. That beats any old porn film hands down. "Yeah, sexy wasn't it." Sarah replied as she eased her panties down her legs. "God yeah, I could have reached out and touched them, we were so close." Kirsty sighed dramatically as she threw the rest of her wet clothes into the corner. "Could have touched his neat little arse." "And his cock." "And her cute ass." They looked at each other and laughed. "I never thought watching someone else getting it on like that could be so hot." Kirsty exclaimed. "I very nearly started touching myself, especially when she started cumming. God I was feeling so hot, I could almost imagine that cock was sliding in and out of me. Wow. Oops....sorry getting carried away there." She looked at Sarah who had just vigorously towelled herself dry. Sarah laughed at Kirsty's expression. She looked so innocent, all flushed and biting on her bottom lip. "You are not the only one Kirsty, believe me. So what stopped you? "Actually, I did slip my hand under my panties and have a quick rub." Sarah laughed again and moved behind Kirsty and using the towel started to vigorously dry her hair and shoulders. Kirsty looked at their reflection in the full length mirror. Sarah's eyes met hers as she continued to rub her dry. What had Sarah said? She had slipped her hand into her panties? Kirsty again felt herself going red as she pictured the sight of her friend with her hand between her legs. She had admittedly felt like doing the same but had not trusted herself. "You what? You never! I never noticed!" Kirsty said. Sarah laughed again, "you were so occupied watching them you would not have noticed had someone slipped their hand into your panties." "Hah, if someone had slipped their hand into my panties I really don't think I would have complained." Kirsty said suddenly serious. She looked thoughtful and then hesitated looking wide eyed at Sarah." Suddenly she laughed, "you horny cow, did you, you know did you cum?" "No, I am saving that for later, but, look at your expression! Don't tell me you were not tempted! And don't lie." Kirsty was very aware that she was stood naked with her best friend also very naked standing behind her. Sarah had stopped rubbing with the towel and was resting her hands on Kirsty's shoulders holding the towel in place. Her eyes held Kirsty's gaze in the mirror. Of course Kirsty had seen Sarah naked lots of times before, but she had never really noticed how incredibly beautiful she was. Her breasts were bigger than her own with dark pink nipples as hard as buttons. Her stomach was wonderfully flat, with a cute little dimple of a belly button and her skin was so silky smooth. Kirsty stopped herself. What was she thinking? She had witnessed a couple having sex only a short distance away from herself and she had been incredibly aroused by the whole thing. And now she was thinking about her best friends incredible naked body. Christ I am not gay she told herself. I am just still really turned on. She thought about what Sarah had said about saving herself for later and picturing Sarah gasping as she brought herself to orgasm sent a shiver of excitement through her body. "Well? You can't tell me you were not tempted?" "I have never seen anything so sexy, I do still feel a bit horny." Kirsty giggled self consciously. "Do it." "What." Surely she can't mean what I think she means, but I really hope she does. Kirsty looked wide eyed at Sarah. "I am feeling incredibly sexy and I know you are also. I also know that you really could do with some relief. Go on, don't be shy touch yourself." Getting Lucky Never had anything sounded so inviting to Kirsty. She really wanted to cum. But with Sarah, there? Kirsty was not so sure she could masturbate in front of Sarah, but she was also surprised at how much she wanted to and not just because of the scene earlier in the park. She was feeling a strange and quite overpowering urge to have Sarah watch as she fingered herself; it was somehow deliciously and excitingly naughty. Not quite able to make the first move, Kirsty was surprised and quietly relieved when Sarah reached round, gently took hold of her unresisting hand and guided it down so that Kirsty was touching herself. "I can't," Kirsty said quietly, but also very aware that Sarah was still holding her hand that was pressed against her excited moist sex. "Sure you can. You have touched yourself before?" Sarah added as she moved her own hand so that it was moving Kirsty's slowly against herself, rubbing her pussy. Sarah slowly moved her hand away and was glad to see that Kirsty's not only remained in position but continued to move against herself, caressing lightly. Kirsty felt herself blushing bright red, but was also feeling incredibly turned on; heightened by what she had witnessed in the park and now because she knew she was going to masturbate in front of her best friend. She was enjoying the intense arousal as she pressed her hand against herself. Again her clit was throbbing, demanding attention. Her pussy lips were swollen with desire and she was so wet! "I have never done anything like this with someone else watching." "So just pretend I'm not here do what you know feels good for you, relax and just enjoy. I would love see you finger yourself until you cum, please Kirsty. Masturbate for me, let me see you shudder as you orgasm!" Kirsty could not stop her hand from caressing herself, in fact she did not want to stop. There was something incredibly exciting about standing in front of the mirror touching herself with Sarah close behind watching. She really felt very sexy, so very naughty and wanted nothing more than to satisfy a deep longing to climax. The fact that Sarah was watching only seemed to make her feel even hornier. Naughty and very horny. She was also wetter than she had been in months and her whole body was aching for release. "You have the most amazingly soft skin." Sarah whispered as she rested her hands lightly on Kirsty's hips. Kirsty looked into Sarah's eyes reflected back at her from the mirror and she realised she wanted nothing more than to cum with Sarah watching and holding her. The warm hands on her hips made her feel somehow safe. She allowed a couple of fingers to slip between her labia and she used her lubricated fingers to rotate around her clitoris, gasping at the intense pleasure. She moaned delightedly as Sarah lightly kissed her on the back of her neck and moved her hands to lightly caress her breasts. Kirsty looked in the mirror watching as Sarah continued to caress her. Her nipples felt harder, tighter than ever before, advertising her growing excitement as was the warm moistness between her legs. "Keep touching yourself Kirsty; I want to see you pleasure yourself for me. Masturbate so I can watch." Sarah whispered into Kirsty's ear, she then lightly bit into the earlobe enjoying the moan that escaped Kirsty's lips. She looked into the mirror watching Kirsty caressing herself. Kirsty leant back against Sarah, her eyes were now closed as her hands busied themselves between her legs. She had two fingers between her engorged lips slipping slowly in and out of her slippery pussy. Two fingers of her other hand were circling her clitoris. She could not believe she was actually doing this, but was unable to stop herself. Her her whole body was tingling with delicious excitement and her breath was a series of excited gasps. Sarah continued to watch as she pressed her lips against Kirsty's neck and captured both tight nipples with her thumbs and index fingers. She rolled and pulled at the erect buds eliciting louder gasps from Kirsty. Kirsty heard Sarah moan softly and she opened her eyes to look into Sarah's incredibly beautiful blue eyes, which were fixed on her pussy. Seeing Sarah watching her so intently made her feel even hornier and she knew she would not hold back much longer. Kirsty knew her pubic fair hair did little to hide her lips usually but with her fingers spreading them open she was very aware that Sarah could see everything. This only made her feel even more deliciously wanton, naughty and horny. As Sarah watched her play with herself Kirsty was even more brazen than she thought she was capable of. She continued look Sarah in the eyes as she leaned back and spread her legs wide, giving her a really good look at her pussy as she felt her orgasm hit her, her hips thrusting furiously as she let herself go. Her body shaking and convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before. Kirsty slowly opened her eyes when she had finished shuddering, she could not believe how she was behaving nor did she really care. I am an exhibitionist, she thought, her legs were still spread open like a whore, her fingers still lazily stroking her pussy. Sarah was watching her still, her eyes wide. "Wow, that was so hot girl." Sarah laughed, "you really did need that didn't you!" Kirsty's legs were still shaking with the intensity of her orgasm, her legs could hardly hold her weight. She giggled as another shudder went through her body. "Wow that was amazing! Oh God, I am so sorry. I can't believe I just did that. What must you think of me?" "I'm thinking that I want you," Sarah whispered, as she moved her lips to the lobe of her ear and sucked it between her lips causing Kirsty to shudder with delight. "No, I know that I want you!" Kirsty's breath again came in gasps. "I'm yours," she assured her. "All yours." Sarah reached around Kirsty's body and let her hand travel downwards to stroke between Kirsty's legs which she parted unconsciously to allow better access. Sarah's fingers slipped easily through the warm wet lips, two fingers finding access to the smooth valley within. Kirsty turned to face Sarah without disrupting the soft insistent caressing of her skillful fingers as they worked their magic between her legs. Her lips met Sarah's and she pushed her tongue between them as Sarah continued to slide her fingers between her pussy lips. Kirsty's hips bucked again and again as Sarah's fingers brought her closer to another orgasm. Kirsty gasped through the kiss as their tongues teased each other and Sarah's thumb located her clitoris. She began to whimper as the intense sensation built up, alarming in its intensity. "Stop," she begged, not meaning it at all, "I can't take anymore, I'm going to die." The fingers in her slippery passage did not stop but continued and suddenly the expert manipulation of her clit was enough to bring her to another shattering orgasm. Her mouth flew open. Her hips bucked furiously against Sarah's hand and she heard herself squealing. Her body shuddered her muscles contracting as her body flooded with pleasure. This time her legs were unable to support her weight and she slipped still shuddering to the floor. "Enjoy that?" Sarah whispered between breaths. Kirsty sat wide-eyed on the bathroom floor, her mouth open still gasping for breath as she panted. Her legs shook uncontrollably as another spasm passed through her "God," she gasped. "I think I wet myself. Sarah, laughed delightedly. "Wow, baby. I have never seen anyone cum like that before." Kirsty, already flushed, felt herself blushing even more. "I am so sorry, Sarah, I just got carried away. I have never done that before." "What, orgasmed?" Sarah laughed. "Now you are teasing me again. I mean I have never let another woman do that to me." "I know. Good though wasn't it!" "Does that make me a lesbian?" Kirsty whispered. "No of course not. You still like men don't you?" "Yes of course." "Well then, you know you needed it. What sort of friend would I be not to help my best friend when she needs release?" "That was the hottest thing I have ever done." Kirsty said dreamily. She looked at Sarah intently. But what about you. You still haven't cum?" "You want to give me a hand?" As an answer, Kirsty leaned forward and taking Sarah's head in her hands gently pressed her lips to hers. Kissing a girl was so different to kissing a man. Sarah's lips were so soft, warm and very, very nice. Kirsty slipped her tongue into Sarah's willing mouth meeting her tongue with her own, tasting Sarah and running her tongue over her teeth. Kirsty was delighted to hear her best friend moan softly as their kisses became more frantic. Most men she thought, just did not spend enough time doing this. There was nothing sexier than really taking your time and really kissing. God, Sarah could kiss! Kirsty heard herself moan as their tonques explored each others mouths and their lips and teeth sucked, nipped and pulled. Their hands explored each other, caressing, stroking and teasing. Kirsty cupped Sarah's breasts in her hands enjoying the springing firmness and silky softness. Sarah's nipples were tightly puckered and Sarah moaned excitedly as Kirsty squeezed them between her thumb and forefinger as Sarah had done to her minutes earlier. "It's your turn now." Kirsty whispered as she kissed her way down Kirsty's exquisite body. She kissed and licked Sarah's breasts knowing exactly where and how it felt best. Delighting at every gasp and sharp intake of breath she took her time to pleasure her friend. Her tonque darted out licking and circling the tight nipples, before she captured them lightly nippling them with her teeth. Sarah whimpered softly, encouraging Kirsty with her moans and guiding her with her hands on her head. Kirsty allowed herself to be guided further down, trailing kisses over Sarah's taut stomach pausing to dip her tonque into her navel and enjoying seeing her squirm delightfully. Sarah's thighs parted letting Kirsty feast her eyes on her most intimate parts. Kirsty kissed the silky smooth inner thighs parted before her, running her hands, one each side underneath before gently pushing the legs back until the thighs were against Sarah's chest exposing her completely. "Wow, look at you all exposed and looking beautiful. What should I do now?" Kirsty asked teasingly. "I could do this." She said as lowered her head and licked up and down the length of Sarah's pussy, almost touching her clit down to her ass and back again. "Or this," her lips sucked one of her friends labia, pulling it into her mouth before releasing it and taking the other one sucking gently. "Or this maybe," she pursed her lips and blew softly on the delicate puckered ass hole open before her. Sarah was squirming delicously at the assault on her nether regions. Kirsty giggled and then continued to lick the length of the pussy, again and again. Sarah was breathing heavily and moaning almost continuously. Kirsty never thought that she would be eating her flatmate out and delighting in the sounds of excitement emanating from her, but here she was and enjoying every minute. She pushed her tongue in and out of Sarah's wet pussy, alternating between quick and slow thrusts. She continued teasingly tongue fucking Sarah, knowing very well that it was Kirsty's tongue on her clit that she was dying for. Kirsty could see that Sarah's clit had become hard enough to peek out of its hood and was begging for attention. Sarah was also moaning louder and her breathing was getting quicker. So delightedly pink and beautiful, I wonder if this is what I look like? thought Kirsty as she brought her tongue up to the top of the slit and located the clit. She licked hard pressing into Sarah's skin as she gently pulled the pussy lips away and flicked her tongue quickly against the clit, delighting in the feeling of Sarah's legs shaking with excitement. At the same time she eased a couple of fingers between Sarah's pussy lips and with the fingers of her other hand used some of the copious juices to lubricate her forefinger before slipping it into the little puckered hole. Sarah squealed delightedly, amazed at what her friend was doing to her. Kirsty realised Sarah was close as she took the clit into her mouth and started sucking gently, she continued using her fingers fucking both holes, again and again. Sarah was squealing and moaning loudly, her whole body starting to shudder, there was nothing she could do to stop the all engulfing orgasm that hit her. Her hips bucked against Kirsty's mouth and fingers as the orgasm erupted, enveloping her with powerful waves of pleasure. As she felt Sarah cumming Kirsty moved with her as Sarah bucked her pelvis into the air with the tension of the powerful orgasm. Amazingly Kirsty kept her mouth on Sarah's clit sucking a little harder as she felt the pussy walls clenching and Sarahs thighs quivering. Kirsty also kept moving her fingers slowly in and out prolonging the pleasure. "Oh,fuck, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. God. Yes. Yesssss." Sarah cried out as she came hard again, her whole body shaking and her mouth gasping for breath. She was finding it hard to get enough oxygen into her lungs as she had held her breath as the orgasm had hit and was now gasping great gulps to satisfy her need. Her body was still shaking, tremors going through her like little earthquakes. Kirsty let Sarah roll with her eyes tightly closed, her teeth still biting on to her lower lip. She was still convulsing as aftershocks kept hitting her and causing her legs to shake. Slowly Sarah opened her eyes and looked lovingly at Kirsty. "Wow, that was..........." "Okay?" Kirsty offered, smiling. "Oh that was more than okay. Thank you.You, have never done that before? What a waste!" Sarah laughed. "Girl you are so talented!" "Come." Sarah, took Kirsty's hand and led her through to the bedroom. They turned to each other and kissed, long and slowly. Their hands caressing and feeling each other, investigating, leaving no place untouched. Where their hands went, their mouths and lips followed. Both girls were breathing heavily, their breasts rising and falling, moans of desire and encouragement, turning them on even more. "You are so incredibly naughty." Sarah laughed, "how did you know how to do that? I have never been eaten out like that before." "I don't know. I just did what I hoped you would like." "I liked!" "I noticed." "Oooh what the...." Kirsty exclaimed as she was pushed backwards onto the bed. Sarah, laughing dived onto her. "Do it again, please." "What." "Do what you just did to me." Sarah said, her blue eyes sparkling. "While I do you." "Well, what are we waiting for." "I think, our friendship has just got better," Kirsty sighed as she felt Sarah start to kiss her way down her body. Getting Lucky ********** There is no explicit sex in this story. I wish to thank the people who helped contribute to and edit this story, per their wishes, they remain anonymous. This story is totally fictitious; any resemblance the characters might have to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be published at any other site without the express permission of the author. © June 15, 2008 ********** 'Damn, I love it up here,' Chris realized as he stepped out into the chill of the morning air, 'There's nothing like the fresh smell of pines.' He couldn't help shivering while admiring the view, 'So beautiful, and clear… if it weren't for the surrounding peaks, I could probably see forever. 'But, I can't believe how cold the nights get, even in the middle of the summer.' With that, Chris reached back inside the camper and grabbed his coat. Bone tired after pulling in late and getting everything set up, he'd dropped it just inside the door on his way to bed last night. Chris had no sooner zipped his jacket up than his nose picked up the odor of a nearby campfire. 'Even that smells good,' he thought with a smile. As he glanced around the campgrounds, Chris noticed a tight pair of sexy jeans going into the ladies restroom, and couldn't help wondering, 'Is she taken?' Then with embarrassment, realized, 'Of course she is you dummy. Any gal that good looking would not be alone.' Suddenly, the wafting aroma of fresh brewed coffee triggered a hunger pain which shifted his thoughts to, 'Breakfast. That's what I need… hope the lodge is open.' Chris knew that after catering to tourists all weekend, a lot of the local businesses closed on Mondays. And since he owned his own company, he realized, 'I don't blame them. It's my fault anyway for not getting up here on Friday as I'd planned. 'Oh well, at least arriving on Sunday got me a choice spot. Most of the campers had already packed up and left, headed back to the city and the old grind.' Shaking his head, he thought, 'Hell, I should sell out… or just move my business and live here year round.' Chris looked towards the lodge and noticed there were no vehicles in the parking lot, 'Damn, bet they're closed. Oh well, won't find out standing here.' With that thought, and since it was only a short distance, he took off on foot, enjoying the scenery and mountain air every step of the way. He knew before trying the door handle that it was locked. Using his hands to block the glare, Chris leaned forward to peer through the front window. He could see the lights were off and no one was inside. Then with a chuckle, he wondered out loud, "Why does everyone do that? There's a damn sign on the door, plain as day, 'We're Closed on Mondays'." Suddenly from behind him came a sexy female voice, "I don't know. But would you believe it took two Mondays in a row before I quit pulling on that stupid handle?" With shock and surprise, Chris spun around to find the cute lady he'd spotted earlier. She was standing with her fingers tucked into her hip pockets. While pondering how she ever squeezed anything, including herself, into those tight assed pants, he couldn't help taking the opportunity to study her build, starting from the feet up. When he finally got to her face, he found her grinning, and evidently not very shy when she asked, "Well? Like what you see?" Red faced, Chris stammered, "Hell miss, I… I'd be lying if I said no. That's for sure." "Good," she replied. "Then you can drive me down the road to the only café in town that's open, and buy me breakfast. I assume that's what you came down here for?" With a smile, Chris said, "Let's go, I'm starving. By the way, what's your name." "Teresa… and yours?" "Chris… pleasure to meet you Teresa." "Maybe… we'll see," she replied still smiling. ********** As they entered the small café, Chris noticed a waitress with a cute smile. She was chatting with a few customers while refilling their coffee cups as she slowly worked her way down the counter. Teresa laughed, and said, "Down tiger. You'd be wasting your time." Chris looked puzzled, and asked "Why's that? She married?" "Nope, but wants to be. Jamie has a one track mind, find a husband and have a family, that's all she's looking for. But… she's too damn picky. Several of the local studs would probably entertain the idea, but she's shot them all down. Now most of them, other than being friendly, shy away from her," Teresa informed him. "I see," Chris replied. "Well, with her, that's about all you will do. But, now with me… you just might find what you're looking for," Teresa teased him. Embarrassed, Chris asked red faced, "And what would that be?" Teresa's laugh even sounded sexy as she replied, "The eyes don't lie, and yours are speaking volumes. Enough said, let's find a table and get some breakfast. I'm starving." "Me too," Chris responded, "it might be the mountain air, but up here, I always feel famished in the mornings." Teresa selected a table by the front windows, Chris was glad, since he never tired of looking at the scenery. They had no sooner sat down, than Jamie was there to take their orders. After Teresa introduced them, Jamie said, "Nice to meet you," offering her hand, "and welcome to the finest eating place in town… at least on Mondays it is." Chris and Teresa couldn't help but laugh at Jamie's quip, especially the way she said it. "My pleasure," Chris replied and shook her hand. He didn't miss Teresa mumbling under her breath, "You're very generous with all that pleasure." Glancing at her, he had to grin at Teresa's teasing smile. ********** Just as Chris and Teresa finished their breakfast, two men walked in. One of them noticed Teresa and elbowed his buddy. When the other looked, his eyes lit up and he came over to their table. "Teresa," he smiled, "haven't seen you in few days." Chris couldn't help but notice that Teresa's eyes had been dancing from the first moment she spotted this guy. "Chuck!" She exclaimed, "Where in the hell have you been?" About that time she noticed Chuck was checking out Chris with a kind of puzzled, 'Do I know you' look. "Oh sorry," Teresa said, "Chuck, this is Chris. He's up from the city, taking a few weeks off to clean out his lungs." Chris chuckled at her light humor and said, "Glad to meet you," as he shook hands with Chuck. "What, no pleasure?" Teresa laughed. Red faced, Chris cocked an eyebrow and embarrassingly replied, "Not this time." After the introduction, Chuck said, "Well I'll catch you later, Teresa," and after excusing himself, returned to join his friend. "Seems like a nice fellow," Chris said. "Uh-huh," Teresa uttered as her eyes followed Chuck all the way back to his table. As she turned her attention back to Chris, he said, "Well if you'll hold the fort down, I need to make a trip to the little boy's room." Smiling, she said, "No problem… I hope everything comes out all right." Chris chuckled, "Old joke… but, still funny." ********** When Chris came back from the restroom, he noticed Teresa was sitting at Chuck's table… and she had taken her coffee cup with her. Chris immediately had flashes of his teenage years, 'It's been a while since I've played this game. But if my memory serves me right, the guy always loses.' Since his coffee cup had been refilled while he was gone, Chris went ahead and sat back down. After about five minutes, there was no sign that Teresa had any intent of returning. She was sitting with her back to Chris, and hadn't even bothered to turn around and look at him. Being ignored with no hint of direction, Chris had gradually become irritated to the point that he finally finished his last sip and decided to leave. "Chuck and her go back a ways," Jamie said. Chris was startled to look up and see the waitress standing at his shoulder. "Oh yeah?" He replied. "If you sit here long enough, she'll come back over. She always does," Jamie grinned. Chris wasn't amused, "Well I have a life… which means I don't have time to wait all day. Can you bring me the check, please. I need to get going." "Do you want me to divide it? She won't mind paying for hers. It won't be the first time," Jamie asked. "No… that's alright. Just leave it all on one. If nothing else, the experience has been worth it," Chris stated flatly. Jamie nodded and thought, 'Sure seems like a nice guy. But, if there's one thing Teresa has to offer, it's experience… of all kinds.' Chris paid the tab and headed out the door. Teresa looked up just in time to see him leave. "I'll be right back," she told Chuck. Catching up to Chris just as he reached his truck, she grinned and said, "Leaving without saying goodbye? That's not very nice." Chris turned and replied, "Have places to go, and things to do. Besides, it appears you found what you're looking for." In a sexy voice, she teased, "Chuck and I are just old friends, that's all." "No problem," Chris replied, "what you do is your business, not my concern." "Aw, come on," Teresa begged with a grin. "Are you going to the dance at the lodge tomorrow night?" "I didn't even know they were having one, but I'll probably be there," he answered. "Good, it's a date then, see you there," she responded before turning and heading back into the café. ********** Chris had been sitting at his table, nursing his drink, when the distinct sound of high heels walking out on to the wooden floor demanded his attention. He looked in the direction of the enticing sound, and due to the skirt she was wearing, could only see from the knees down. But even from that limited view, Chris could tell that Jamie had a very sexy pair of legs. He watched as one of the locals took her in his arms and began to whirl around the dance floor in step with the music. Chris had to admire her suppleness as she followed the man's lead. She certainly knew how to make her partner look good. A little surge of envy surprised Chris as he found himself wishing it were him holding Jamie at that moment. His fantasy was suddenly interrupted by someone plopping into one of the other chairs at his table. "Just hang that lasso back on your saddle, cowboy, I already told you where things stand with her. But don't fret, I'm here now," Teresa said, flirting in her usual style. "Hello Teresa, I see you made it," Chris smiled, unable to help himself. If nothing else, he had already learned that Teresa had the gift to either make you smile… or want to shoot someone. After pointing out all the locals, and giving Chris the lowdown on them, Teresa said, 'Let's dance, that's what I came for.' It didn't take Chris long to figure out that besides flirting, Teresa could dance as well. But halfway through the second song, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Glancing around, he wasn't really surprised to see Chuck cutting in. Before Chris could respond, and without even asking or commenting, Teresa slid into Chuck's arms, and they were off. Chris was left standing there, all alone, slightly embarrassed, but not upset this time. Thinking, 'Been there, done that,' he had expected it. With a shrug of his shoulders, he turned and headed back to his table. As he sat sipping his drink, the song ended. Chris watched as Chuck and Teresa stayed on the dance floor, talking and laughing while holding each other. When the next song started, they picked up right where they had left off, moving to the music. Chris shook his head and turned back to his drink when suddenly a familiar voice asked, "Is it proper for a lady to ask a gentleman to dance?" This was the second time in just two days that he was surprised to look up and see Jamie standing by his shoulder. "Well if you can find a gentleman in this crowd, I think it would be alright," he responded with a smile. Holding out her hand, she grinned and said, "I've found one. Now get your booty out of that chair and do a lady right." Taking her hand, he followed her out to the dance floor and gently pulled her into his arms. His other hand landed in that safe, neutral zone between her shoulders and upper hips. Trying not to be offensive, he applied a gentle pressure while slowly opening and closing his fingers in a soft, gentle, reassuring caress. It felt so natural that before Jamie realized it, she had stepped into him, and was gently nuzzling his neck as her head rested on his shoulder. As they melted together, instead of a first dance, anyone looking would have thought they were long time lovers. While laughing at something Chuck had said, Teresa glanced over and saw Chris and Jamie dancing together. She was instantly filled with jealousy at how comfortable, and romantic they looked. In anger, she thought, 'How dare Jamie try and step in on my territory.' As the song began to wind down, Teresa said, "Sorry Chuck, but I need to get back to my date." Without another word, she turned and left him standing there. Chuck grinned, realizing, 'Some things never change.' Jamie and Chris both felt the other's reluctance to separate when the song ended, and she didn't miss the fact that Chris looked disappointed. Realizing he needed to act fast, Chris said, "I wish we could get to know each other better… would you care to join me at my table? If not, at least let me have the next dance?" Glancing at his table, she noticed Teresa had returned. Jamie's eyes seemed to lessen as she sadly replied, "I'm sorry, but it would appear that you already have company for the evening." "Not that I invited," he informed her. She took a moment to study his face. After looking deep into his eyes, Jamie seemed satisfied and countered, "Why don't you join me and my friends instead. We have an empty chair, and that way, three won't end up being a crowd." Chris grinned, and replied, "It would be my pleasure, especially if I can sit next to you." He enjoyed the smile she beamed back while simply stating, "Oh… I think that can be arranged." Chris returned to his table, picked up his drink, and said, "Excuse me, but I'm going to join Jamie and her friends." Just as he started to walk off, Teresa touted, "You would have a lot better chance of 'getting lucky' with me tonight than you ever will with her." "But you don't understand," Chris replied. "Understand what?" Teresa asked. "I'm not interested in 'getting lucky' with you tonight," Chris flatly stated. "You don't think I'm pretty enough… sexy enough… or what?" She inquired in irritation. "Oh, believe me. I think you are more than enough of both," he informed her. "Then what… ohhh, don't tell me that you don't like girls," she said sarcastically. With a chuckle, Chris shook his head and responded, "Sometimes I think I like them too much." Now angry, Teresa sneered, "Then what is Jamie offering that I don't have?" Just before he turned to walk off, Chris replied, "That's easy, Teresa. You have what I don't need, the chance to 'get lucky' for tonight. Jamie offers what I want… the opportunity to 'get lucky' for life." As Chris walked over to Jamie's table, he could see that she had already moved the extra chair next to hers. She smiled up at him and patted the empty seat for him to sit down beside her. Looking at his arm, Jamie said, "I like your tattoo…. If and when the time comes, I hope you'll like mine." Chris's eyebrow's shot up, "You have a tattoo… where?" He asked glancing at her bare shoulders. "Right in the small of my back, just above my hips, it's just a small one… a four leaf clover," she informed him. With a puzzled expression, Chris questioned, "Why a four leaf clover?" "Because all through high school, instead of Jamie, everybody used my nickname," she replied. Chris cocked an eyebrow and jokingly inquired, "Your nickname was 'Four Leaf Clover'?" "No dummy," she chuckled and playfully slapped his arm, "everyone called me 'Lucky'." For the life of her, Jamie couldn't figure out what the hell she'd said that was so damn funny, Chris couldn't quit laughing. ***************** ***************** ***************** Please take time to vote. A huge amount of time is devoted to writing a story, good, bad, or indifferent. Your direct feedback, especially direct comments helps writers to become better and more focused, which in turn gives you, the reader, a better product. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Getting Lucky Bethany leaned against the granite facade of the bank, sucking furiously on a cigarette, while Jennie queued impatiently at the ATM. Bethany's left leg was crooked and raised up so the sole of her foot was pressed against the wall next to her right thigh and her knee stuck out straight into the street. Her raised bare left thigh lifted her extremely short work skirt so that a little flash of her pink knickers was just peeping out. The black bra over her expansive chest was clearly visible under her right white blouse. She flashed defiant stares at anyone who glanced her way while she waited for her friend. Finally, it was Jennie's turn at the cashpoint. Bethany feigned disinterest as Jennie fumbled with the piece of plastic, clumsily stuffing it into the machine, but she kept glancing over, more excited then she cared to show. "Fuck me, it's there," Jennie breathed. "Let me see," Bethany flicked aside the cigarette and moved up behind Jennie, pushing up against her and peering over her shoulder. "Fuck." Bethany's tone was low with disbelief. Both girls stared at the screen displaying Jennie's balance: £10,023.38. When they'd checked it yesterday it had only been £23.38. People in the queue behind them were starting to jostle impatiently but both girls were utterly oblivious, just staring at the magic numbers on the screen. As scratchcard wins went, it wasn't all that but it was more money than either girl had ever seen before and an excellent return on a bit of loose change left over from money Jennie had got for her nineteenth birthday. "What you going to do with it Jennie?" Bethany was the first to speak. Jennie looked over her shoulder and deep into her friend's hazel eyes, emphasising each word, "Fuck off work, go shopping." Bethany gigled with excitement and gave her hands a little clap. Jennie tried to take £1,000 out of the ATM but it limited her to £200, so they had to queue up again inside the bank. Jennie took out a cool grand on top of the cash she'd already taken from the ATM. Without even discussing anything she passed Bethany ten fifty pound notes as soon as the teller passed the money to her. Bethany took the money as a right, folded the notes in half and, undoing another button on her white blouse, stuffed them under her bra. The two girls hit the shops hard, buying shoes and bags, little tops, lingerie, ear rings and make up. Neither of them were quite confident enough, or perhaps simply not imaginative enough, with their new found wealth to go for much in terms of quality rather than quantity but Bethany felt daring and special handing over £180 in cash for a fitted leather jacket. Reckless, almost breathless, spending soon saw both girls burning through their notes with indecent haste. Another trip to the bank and another wad of notes stuffed into bra straps left the two girls giddy, wild and excited, struggling under the weight of the shopping bags they were carting about. As they stepped out of the bank for the second time, Jennie nudged Bethany and pointed over towards a tall guy in a tracksuit with short spiky hair, slouching away from them. "It's Johnny. Go and see if he's got anything," she hissed at Bethany. Bethany looked up at her friend and smiled. She dropped her shopping bags and trotted down the street after the lad, breasts lightly bouncing as she moved. Bethany caught up with Johnny and Jennie watched as the two of them had a brief conversation. The lad seemed dismissive at first until Bethany showed him some money. He looked round furtively and the two of them disappeared down a side alley. Jennie kept her eyes fixed on the last point she'd seen Bethany but very soon afterwards Bethany reappeared, her eyes shining, and skipped up towards Jennie. The boy had disappeared but Jennie didn't care about him. "Get it?" she asked. Bethany nodded and Jennie giggled a bit. "What now? Back to mine? My mum's out for a few hours." Bethany shook her head, "Let's go to the Grand, get a room, get roomservice." Jennie giggled again but before she could say anything Bethany had hailed a passing cab. The two girls bundled inside and were whizzing off to the Grand. The lady at reception looked at them sceptically and, for a moment, Bethany thought she was going to refuse to accommodate them. In the end she did nothing more than insist on cash upfront, which wasn't a problem, and processed the transaction smoothly enough. She passed the girls a keycard and gave her spiel about breakfast, which they didn't intend to stick around for. After they had closed the door of their room behind them, Jennie dropped her bags to the floor and threw herself on the bed. She had changed out of her work clothes in one of the fitting room shops and was instead wearing an almost indecently short denim skirt. She rolled over on her back, kicking her long, graceful legs in the air. Bethany smiled as she got a flash of white knickers as Jennie's legs scissored in the air. Bethany tottered around the bed in new heels and tight, fitted black trousers. She picked up the phone and ordered a bottle of champagne on room service. Jennie rolled over onto her tummy, looking adoringly and almost enviously at her friend's self assurance and command of the situation. It never occurred to her to be annoyed she was spending her money, they were best friends, they shared everything. "Have you got the stuff?" Jennie asked, acquiver with anticipation. Bethany nodded, "Let's wait for the drinks, it'll be better." Jennie didn't want to wait but she could see the sense in what Bethany was saying. "I'm going to try some stuff on." Jennie sprang off the bed, light and lithe, scooped up her bags and popped into the bathroom but didn't close the door. Bethany sat on the bed, waiting for room service, idling watching Jennie through the half open door. Jennie moved in and out of Bethany's line of sight as she removed her clothes. She quickly peeled off her white t shirt and denim skirt, so she was standing in just her underwear. Jennie had her back to Bethany and more than half her body was obscured by the door but Bethany was reminded, in an almost wistful way, how hot Jennie's body was. She was tall, blonde and toned. The material of her white knickers clung to her firm, round bottom, her crack poking out the top. She had a tiny waist and a really well defined line running up the curve of her spine to her shapely shoulders with the blonde hair falling over it. As she had her back to Bethany she couldn't see her chest, even as she watched Jennie undo her bra strap, but knew that her tits weren't as big as Bethany's own. Bethany was the curvy, voluptuous one, Jennie was tall and slim. Bethany watched Jennie wriggle out of her pants so she was completely naked now. As Jennie bent over to rummage through a bag, Bethany got a tiny glimpse of the blonde fuzz of her bush between her slightly parted legs. Bethany started to feel a little flush. There was a knock at the outside door and Jennie squeaked and slammed the bathroom door shut. Bethany went to see who it was and was pleased to see room service with the champagne. He eyed Bethany suspiciously, much like the lady on the front desk, but he just wheeled the drinks in on a trolley and left. Jennie put her head round the door, "Are they gone?" she asked. Bethany nodded and the rest of Jennie's body followed her out from behind the door. She was wearing peach coloured panties and a matching bra, a cream, silk dressing gown, open at the front but nothing else. "What do you think?" she asked Bethany. Bethany was glad to have an excuse to stare. She'd never seen her friend look so beautiful or so hot. She'd seen her in her underwear many times of course but the lingerie she was currently in was much nicer than her usual black lacey numbers. It was pretty and girly rather than slutty but that just made it more sexy. Jennie's breasts weren't really big enough to give her much of a cleavage but they were nice and pointy and the cups of the bra really brought that out. "You look hot," was all Bethany could find to say. She pushed herself off the bed and poured two glasses of champagne, passing one to Jennie, who sipped it uncertainly. Bethany also reached into a pocket of her new leather jacket and brought out a folded piece of cardboard. She opened it out and poured the white powder out onto the glass topped desk at the foot of the bed in a neat, little heap. "Bethany," Jennie sounded shocked, "I thought you were just going to get some weed." "I did," Bethany got out a credit card and started to chop the powder into neat little lines, "I got some coke too." Bethany rolled up a fifty pound note and held it out to Jennie, "You don't want to try it?" "Sure I do," said Jennie taking the note from her friend and walking over to the table. Bethany leaned back as Jennie bent from the waist, bank note held up to her nose, and leaned low over the desk. Jennie's dressing gown was a skimpy affair and rode up over the top of her thighs, revealing her peach clad bottom as she bent over. Jennie took a single, clean snort of the powder and stood up suddenly. She somehow managed to make it look both elegant and kind of cute. "Oh, that tickles," she said, rubbing her noise and glugging on her champagne. Bethany took the note off Jennie and had her go. The unaccustomed rush of powder up her nostril was less unpleasant then she had expected, although there was a lingering, chemical taste at the back of her throat as the drug dripped down inside her. She looked at Jennie, "You feel anything?" "I think so, I'm not sure, yeah I think I can, I think I'd better have another go." As Jennie took another snort, Bethany drank her champagne and turned the TV on, finding a music station and turning it up. She looked up at Jennie and she caught her gaze, her eyes shining and excited Bethany had another go and the two girls were soon both dancing around the room, feeling giddy and excited. Jennie reached into a bag and threw some red, lacy lingerie at Bethany. "Try it on," she said. Bethany looked at her friend and slipped out of her leather jacket. She had a white, low cut, tight vest top on underneath, showing plenty of cleavage. Still looking at Jennie, she peeled the top off, so that her large, round breasts were clearly visible under her black bra. She reached round behind her, tits thrust out, to undo her bra strap. She knew Jennie was watching her and, although the two had got changed round each other many times before, this felt different, almost like she was stripping for Jennie. It must have been the drugs because she didn't care, in fact she liked it. Bethany let go of her bra and let her large, firm tits bounce about on her chest as they recoiled from the release of the bra strap. Bethany stood up facing Jennie, kicked off her heels and wriggled out of her trousers so she was down to nothing more than her bright pink knickers. Jennie lay on the bed in her peach lingerie, propped up on a couple of pillows, watching Bethany get undressed. Bethany could feel Jennie watching her looking at body, in a way she never had before. Bethany was suprised to find she liked it but felt suddenly, momentarily, self - conscious, despite the chemical snap across her synapses. Bethany turned her back to Jennie, to snort another line off the table, with her bottom stuck up towards her friend, her cheap pink knickers riding up her crack, breasts hanging down. She felt much bolder as the drugs rushed through her system. "Hey, give me some of that." Bethany grinned at her friend's request. She scooped some coke between her thumb and forefinger and spread it in a fat line on the back of her hand. She walked round the bed towards Jennie and held up her hand to Jennie. Jennie was sat in the middle of the large double bed so Bethany had to kneel up on the side and lean in, her boobs swinging down as she did, almost touching Jennie's arm. Jennie looked up at Bethany with a look Bethany hadn't seen before, but in a way that excited and enflamed her. Bethany thought Jennie might be about to kiss her, put her soft, wet lips to hers in a tender, passionate coming together, wet tongues slipping over each other. She didn't though, she just took Bethany's hand and snorted hard, consuming every last morsel of cocaine but making Bethany feel electric as she felt her friend's nostrils flare against her skin. "Now, let me see you in that silk," Jennie commanded. Bethany felt utterly compelled to obey. She walked back to the end of the bed and, looking Jennie full in the face, slid her knickers over her wide hips and onto the floor, completely naked, the dark fuzz of her bush fully exposed to Jennie. Jennie didn't take her eyes off Bethany, just gently sipped her champagne. Bethany didn't even know if Jennie was conscious of it, but Jennie's other hand had found its way between her legs and was just very gently rubbing the crotch of her peach panties. Bethany picked up the red, silky lingerie, just a little too tight for her, and squeezed herself into it. She looked at herself in the mirror, ignoring but alway aware of her friend lightly rubbing herself on the fat side of the room. She looked good, half way between classy and slutty, tits practically popping out of her bra. She turned to Jennie, "How do I look?" Jennie shrugged, noncommittal, "You looked better with naked." Bethany just laughed, swigged her champagne and did another line. She was starting to feel really fucked now but good with it, not like getting wasted on cheap cider at all. "Give me some of that," Bethany wasn't sure if she meant the coke or her. Bethany looked over at her friend, "Do you want me like this?" Jennie shook her head, "Nah, take them off," Jennie's fingers had now slipped under the peach material of her panties. Bethany did as she was bid and stripped for her friend a second time, all self-consciousness gone, seemingly unfazed by Jennie watching and touching herself as she watched. She undressed slowly, swaying her hips and arse as she did. There was still a little pile of cocaine on the table but Bethany picked up the more than half empty wrap instead and carried it, now completely naked, over to Jennie. She clambered onto the bed and shuffled over on her knees until she was kneeling alongside Jennie. Bethany leaned back so that the top of her large breasts formed an almost level platform and poured a fat slug of coke over them. Jennie watched her eagerly, almost springing upright and put her face down on Bethany's tits, snorting hard, almost like she was trying to suck Bethany up into her. Bethany felt the same electric pin pricking she had when Jennie was taking the powder off her hand, but much more intense. When she had finished, Jennie lifted up her face towards Bethany's. Jennie's normally pale skin was flushed at her cheeks and her nostrils were pink and flared from the drug. Bethany looked into her eyes, wild with lust and chemicals and put her hand to Jennie's cheek. Jennie responded, moving with a soft eagerness, melting into Bethany and soon the two girls were kissing. Bethany had never had a kiss like it, had never kissed a girl before but found the sensation soft, beautiful but also quite unexpectedly dizzying. Jennie didn't hold back and her long, slender tongue danced its way past Bethany's lips, Bethany immediately responding so their tongues slipped and slid over and against each other, as their lips pressed together. Jennie briefly pulled back and Bethany found herself instinctively moving after her, not wanting to let her go, almost lungeing after her, so far from sated. Jennie giggled and leaned in. Bethany's tongue was stuck out, trying to get as close to Jennie as it could. Playfully, Jennie's tongue darted out, flicking over the outstretched tip of Bethany's. Bethany grinned wildly at her friend and Jennie leaned in closer, pursing her lips and then lightly nibbling on Bethany's lower lip. Jennie kept darting up to Bethany's mouth, giving her little licks, kisses and nibbles, each one feeling absolutely deliciously soft and sensual. Unable to control herself Bethany kept leaning further in towards Jennie so Jennie had to lean back, then in and then back again, as Bethany kept bearing down on her. Eventually Bethany lost her balance and fell over on top of her friend, her mouth finding hers instantly, as she fell. Jennie gave up any pretence of teasing and the two girls lay on the bed, Bethany on top, breasts pushed against Jennie, kissing passionately. For a while Bethany was completely lost in the kiss, the most erotic and sensual experience of her life, the simple kiss so much more pleasing than being fucked by any boy. Soon though she became aware of Jennie's hands. Jennie had been running these up and down Bethany's back but now they had found their way to Bethany's bare arse. Jennie was lying on her back but Bethany was propped up on her elbows and knees, with her round arse in the air. Each of Jennie's hands were grabbing one of Bethany's arse cheeks now, fingers digging in, kneading the flesh. In the position Bethany was in, and given she was completely nude, her bare cunt was stuck out, slightly open and dripping wet. As Jennie played with her arse cheeks, she pulled her further open. Bethany hadn't even noticed how wet she had got but now that Jennie's fingers were so close it was all she could think about. Bethany broke off the kiss but kept her face just inches from Jennie's, looking deep into her hot, wanton eyes. "Put them inside me," she breathed. Jennie smiled, understanding but pretending not to, "What?" she asked. "Your fingers, put them inside me," Bethany's tone was a little more insistent now but still Jennie played dumb. "Put them where?" she asked, all mock innocence. Bethany lowered her head so her mouth was down by Jennie's ear. "My pussy," she whispered, lips brushing Jennie's ear, "put your fingers in my pussy, you dirty, little bitch. Leaving one hand on Bethany's arse, Jennie moved her left hand down so it was between her and Bethany. She ran her fingertips over Bethany's belly, down over her pubic bone and plunged down into her wet, hairy cunt. Her first plunge, parted her hairy pussy lips, drawing back over her clit, the second went deeper down into her slit to the top of her hole and the third slid all the way in. Bethany moaned, almost grunted, in the most exquisite pleasure, as Jennie rubbed against her. Nothing had ever felt that good before. Jennie wriggled down beneath Bethany's body to get better access and soon found Bethany's tits smothering her face. Bethany squatted immobile on the bed as Jennie licked and sucked her nipples and burried her head between her cleavage as both her hands now went to work between her legs, one spreading her open and rubbing her clit whilst with the other hand one, then two, fingers slid deep, deep inside her pink, wet, slippery hole. Bethany couldn't believe how good it felt, maybe it was just the drugs but she was sure no boy could ever make her feel this good. Jennie wasn't holding back but there was something soft and almost sweet about it, Jennie's touch was determined but tender or maybe it was just that Jennie knew what it took to make a woman feel good. Bethany's tits felt alive and electric in Jennie's mouth and her cunt was singing under the attention Jennie was lavishing on it. Her juices were flowing like river, gushing unashamed over Jennie's long, freshly manicured fingers. Jennie's thumb rubbed against her clit, sending spasming jolts through her body. At the same time the other hand, the one inside her, was coaxing a swelling sensation of deliciousness from between her legs. Bethany had only ever come from having her clit rubbed so this feeling was something new but something very welcome. Getting Lucky She felt the force rise inside her, the feelings in her tits, her clit and deep inside her pussy grow and merge and become something else, almost something outside her, a feeling so intense it was almost unbearable, like being torn apart and lifted up all at the same time. And then, the damn burst and she came, almost bellowing as she did, her lower body spasming hard, her legs kicked out so she collapsed on top of Jennie, her pussy muscles contracting round Jennie's fingers. Her orgasm was so intense for a moment she almost blacked out, except it was more like a white out, and then she came back to herself and she was naked in a hotelroom, head buzzing with coke and champagne, pussy juice dripping down her legs, with Jennie trapped beneath her. Bethany felt Jennie wriggling beneath her and pushed herself off of her friend. She lay on her back, legs spread, arms out wide, tits settling into her chest, breathing hard as tingly little post orgasmic shocks continued to convulse her body. Jennie, still in her underwear, sat up on the side of the bed and looked down at her naked, quivering friend. "Fuck, you're hot," she said. Bethany was too exhausted and out of it to speak and could only smile back. Jennie was rubbing herself between her legs again as she looked down on Bethany's naked body. "You'd better return the favour," she hissed. Bethany nodded. "Great, first more coke." Jennie bounded off the bed, sucking another line off the desk. She looked over her shoulder at Bethany, her bum stuck out in the air. "Do you want one?" Bethany nodded. Jennie turned to face Bethany. She slipped out of her dressing gown, popped her bra off, letting Bethany get a full view of her perky, little tits, creamy white with very pink nipples, small but erect. Then she slid off her panties so she was as bare as Bethany. Taking a big pinch of coke between thumb and forefinger she slipped back onto the bed, kneeling upright she straddled her still panting friend. Jennie leaned down over Bethany holding out the pinch of coke to Bethany who had just enough strength to lift her head to suck it all down. Jennie's fingers were sticky, and Bethany realised with a little thrill that it was her own juices that made them sticky, and the coke stuck to them so Bethany had to work hard to snort it all up, finally resorting to using her tongue to lick cocaine and pussy juice from her friend's long fingers. Whilst Bethany worked hard ingesting the drug the two girls' bodies were parallel to each other and Jennie rubbed her tits against Bethany's larger ones, her bullet like nipples sliding over Bethany's larger, rounder ones. When Bethany had finished sucking up the powder, Jennie pulled herself off her and stood up on the bed, still straddling Bethany. "Play with your tits," Jennie commanded. Bethany, feeling instany re-energised by the coke, did as she was bid, put a hand to each of her breasts, pushing them together, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Jennie watched Bethany, one hand in her bush, teasing herself. Bethany could see the pink of Jennie's pussy through her light blonde fuzz, as she rolled her fingers over her clit. There was something shockingly exciting about that flash of pink. Bethany had never watched another woman masturbate but she instantly understood why the boys liked it. "Play with your cunt," Jennie commanded. It was a pleasure to obey, and Bethany's aching wet pussy, so recently sated, was, to Bethany's surprise and delight, slick and ready for more. Jennie was lightly fingering herself, watching Bethany watching her. Still touching herself she took little steps up the bed, so she was first straddling Bethany's hips, then her breasts, then her face. Bethany looked up to see Jennie's blonde bush and pink pussy directly above her face. Very slowly Jennie bent her knees, squatting over Bethany, lowering her pussy down onto her face, briefly pausing to let Bethany watch her masturbate from six inches, she finally sunk her wet, eager pussy onto Bethany's expectant face. Bethany opened her mouth wide as Jennie's swollen wet cunt found its way down into it, filling it, Bethany's lips rubbing against Jennie's pussy lips, her tongue out, flicking over Jennie's clit and pushing deep into her pink hole. Jennie leaned back and put her hands on the bed, bracing herself, as Bethany raised both of her hands to grab Jennie's skinny little arse. Bethany burried her face in Jennie's pussy, rubbing her whole face into her slit, tickled by the hairs of Jennie's fuzz, her whole face slick with Jennie's juices, glorying in losing herself in Jennie's glorious cunt. Bethany started to suck, hungrily, juicily, sucking and smearing Jennie's pussy over her mouth and lips like the juice of a fat, overripe peach, bursting open to the touch, trying to suck Jennie dry, but the more she sucked the more Jennie flowed. She sucked on her clit like a straw and then, sticking her tongue in as deep as it would go, she opened her mouth wide, speading Jennie's lips open, with as much contact as possible, she sucked deep on Jennie's whole pussy, lost to everything but the fact of Jennie's cunt in her face and her juices in her mouth, so delicious it was almost disgusting and so disgusting it was definitely delicious. Jennie moaned and moaned as Bethany sucked but Bethany was so lost in the wonder between Jennie's legs that she almost didn't notice Jennie coming, not until Jennie's thighs gripped her head so tight it almost hurt. That didn't stop Bethany though and she didn't stop sucking until she felt Jennie, her whole body trembling, pull herself away. Bethany still didn't want to stop though and found herself, lifting her head, tongue stuck out, trying to get a last little lick of Jennie's retreating pussy. Jennie pushed herself back so she was sitting on Bethany's lower tummy, almost at her groin. Bethany had her knees up and Jenny was leaning against her thighs. Jennie was quivering still and breathing hard. "Fuck," she said. Bethany smiled back at her. "Fuck," Jennie repeated. The two girls stayed where they were for a while, lost in each other's smiles, each enjoying the feel of the other's soft skin. Eventually Jennie lifted herself off Bethany and Bethany let her legs fall open as she did, knees still bent. Jennie caught sight of Bethany's exposed bush again. "Fuck, but you've got a sweet little pussy." Bethany smiled back, feeling the blood rush back into her as Jennie looked at her pussy, almost as though she were transfixed. Bethany put her right hand between her legs and started to rub. Jennie shuffled round on the bed until she was kneeling by Bethany's feet, facing her friend, all the time she had her gaze fixed on Bethany's pussy as her friend played with herself. Jennie leaned over, raising Bethany's left knee upright but pinning her right knee to the bed. Jennie had her right knee on the bed next to Bethany's left foot, but stepped over her with her left leg, straddling Bethany with her left foot up by Bethany's waist. Jennie shifted her weight so she was now fully straddling Bethany, groin to groin. Bracing herself on the bed with outstretched arms, she lowered her pussy down onto Bethany's, blonde bush against black. Both girl's pussies were puffy, swollen and open, wet and aching from the each other's attentions. They moaned together, gazes locked, as, very gently, Jennie slid the sopping, swollen mess of her cunt against Bethany's equally wet, sensitive, quivering womanhood. Two girls moaning together as their most intimate, sensitive parts found each other and sang out in joy. Two friends sighing and grunting, Jennie starting to grind and rub, flicking Bethany's clit with her pussy lips as Bethany's flicked hers. Two girls with orgasms growing, Jennie moving on and over Bethany, finding her rhythm, fucking her friend, a river of cum flowing between them, juices dripping, tits bouncing, hips bucking, clits rubbing, pussy lips kissing. Two girls fucking, pussies rubbing, fucking, two girls fucking, fucking, Christ, Christ, fuck, fuck, FUCK .. two girls coming, fucking, coming, coming hard, coming fast, coming like they'd never come before, two cunts singing, pussies spasming, hips shaking, bodies tensing. Two girls sighing, tummies fluttering, orgasms subsiding, storm passing, arms stroking arms, bodies pressing together, mouths finding each other, tenderly kissing, rejoicing in each other's flesh. "Christ, girl," said Bethany eventually, looking up at Jennie's beautiful blue eyes as she lay panting on top of her, "that was like winning the fucking lottery." Getting Lucky I had one of those "unbelievable" moments about 9 years ago. You know, a kind of situation that if it hadn't happened to me, I'd never believe anyone who told me the following story. I was working for the Post Office in Nashville and my shift would get over around 6:30 AM. At the time, there was an unwritten policy in place about meeting dispatch times, no matter what. Most dispatches were between 5 and 6:30 AM and the trucks would make their dispatches 99% of the time. However, there was always a small amount of letters that wouldn't make it out on time, usually because they would show up as rejects on other machines. So, the powers-that-be decided they would offer some easy overtime to clerks who would deliver letters to the outlying stations in the area. I lived 5 minutes from a suburban post office, so I would volunteer. One particular morning, I volunteered to drop mail off at 2 stations about 5 miles apart. I delivered a handful of letters to the first station, then that's when the fun began. The second station was off the beaten path a bit and I wasn't sure where it was. For some reason, I thought of "Duck Dodgers in the 24th and a half Century". In the cartoon, the director tells Dodgers, "We believe it to be on Planet X, somewhere in THIS area" and points to a map that says "Unknown". I saw a sign that said "Post Office" and it pointed down a street. After driving on the street for awhile, I discovered I had no idea where the station was and decided to ask for directions. I know, shock of all shocks, a man asking for directions. I headed toward a Food Lion and asked for a little help. Turns out, I had turned down the correct road; I just didn't go far enough back in the boonies. So, armed with my newfound knowledge, I started across the parking lot to my truck. And that's when I saw her. As I got in my truck, I noticed a car at the far end of the parking lot and saw a nice looking blonde woman walking toward it. Now being the people-watcher I am, I started watching her, thinking it was too early in the morning (too late?) for a little sweetheart like that to be out and about. Then the most bizarre thing happened. She was about 20 feet from her car when she suddenly stripped her shorts (and panties) off, exposing her bare ass to the world, or in my case, just me. Um, okay... you have my undivided attention. At that point I realized I wasn't in such a hurry to get back on the road, at least not until the "show" was over. Then she made it even more interesting by throwing her shorts in her car, then squatting down to look under the chassis. I looked around for someone with a camera, figuring someone had to be filming this. I mean, I had a perfect view of her ass in all its glory. Despite my enjoying the show, my mind went from voyeuristic perversion to finding all of this a bit disturbing. She wasn't drunk but she sure was on some slick, exotic, mind-bending drug. So, the Good Samaritan in me took over. I pulled my truck over about 20 feet from her car and asked if she was okay, did she need any help? She gave me a bizarre look as if to ask what would make me think anything was wrong and just waved me off. Fine, whatever you say. Then she said, "Are you a cop?" Um, darling, do I look like a cop? When I told her no, she motioned for me to come over. As I got out of my truck, I noticed she looked really distraught and confused. I asked if she needed me to call someone to come and get her. As I got to her car, I soon realized she hadn't bothered to put her shorts back on. She was leaned back with her legs spread and asked me, "Do you think I have a pretty pussy?" What? Huh? Like a boy about to lose his virginity, I stammered, "Yes..." She then gave me a big smile and said "Thank you" She then put her arm around me and I gave her a kiss, just like that. I instantly got this idea of being beyond lucky, so I asked if she wanted to come with me while I delivered my last bit of mail. She said sure, put her shorts back on, and climbed in my truck. As I was driving down the road to the other post office, she suddenly slid down the seat, took her shorts off, and started fingering herself, oblivious to the world around her. Wow, I can only imagine what drugs she was on because I sure had never experienced anything like that. I made it to the post office and quickly dropped off the letters, not really wanting anyone to see my passenger, and quickly got back in my truck. I really wasn't sure what to do with her at that point. Part of me wanted to ravish her body, while the other half of my brain was screaming for me to drop her like a hot potato. Okay, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which side of my brain won. I mean, after all, how many chances does a guy get to make love to a gorgeous woman, especially a stranger? She looked at me and said something like "Why don't we go back to your place?" and I quickly agreed. We went back to my apartment and she walked in, stripped her clothes off, and headed toward the bedroom. Just like that! By the time I walked in behind her, she had already got on the bed, was on all fours and had her ass pointed to me. An invitation, if I ever saw one!! I dropped my pants and slid my now-rock-hard cock into her waiting wet pussy. She was so tight and hot, I nearly came instantly! Fortunately, I had some control and managed to slide in and out of her until she bucked against my cock and came violently, like someone had plugged her pussy into a live socket. She suddenly crawled off my still throbbing member and rolled onto her back. I practically leaped on top of her, my cock with a mind of its own, trying to be sucked back into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me and soon after, started panting and her pussy vibrated on my cock, causing me to explode in her pussy, shooting my cum for what it seemed like minutes. When I finished, my cock was still hard, having no desire to slide out of her. I could tell she wasn't done because she still rocked and spasmed against my member. Eventually, her frantic pace slowed own and I eventually went soft. I reluctantly raised up off her and admired my cum oozing out of her. After we finished, I threw on a pair of shorts and we walked back into the living room. She was still naked so I gave her one of my t-shirts to wear, and this, my friends, was when I realized she was strung out on some serious shit. She started imagining about having left her son in his car seat and needed to go out and check on him. I kept her from walking into a wall and had her sit down on the couch until her brain re-engaged. While on the couch, she suddenly forgot about her "son" and got very passionate again, wanting me to make love to her a second time. She pulled down my shorts, straddled me, and lowered herself onto my cock, causing me to nearly cum again. I can't describe how her pussy seemed to have control over me. I mean, I've always had stamina and control, yet her pussy coaxed and squeezed my dick, and I lasted only 7-8 strokes before her pussy swallowed my cock and I shot my sperm deep inside her. The sensation was tremendous and I grabbed her ass with my hands before I lifted off the couch. I came so hard, my legs were shaking. And her? She didn't make a sound, yet kept bouncing on my cock. I could feel my second load of cum seeping out of her pussy and coating my balls. After a few minutes of her resting on me, my heart finally quit trying to leap out of my chest and she eased herself off my lap. Finally, we left my place and I took her back to her car. She said something about exchanging phone numbers and meeting up again but before she got my number, she got a call from a friend, asking where she was. She made up some story about meeting a nice guy and was on her way home, got out of my truck, and sat down in her car. Before I could say a word, she started her car and drove off. I stared at her, dumbfounded, then slowly had a big smile cross my face. By the time she was out of sight, I was laughing my butt off. The boys in the band sure weren't going to believe this. I headed home, unsure how to tell this tale when I got to work that night. Oddly enough, as I told the story (gather 'round me, boys), I didn't get that "fertilizer salesman" look from the guys. Enough of them had run the roads with me to believe most anything I told them. One guy named Van lived near the Food Lion I had stopped at and he was pissed off because he hadn't delivered the mail that day, like he usually did. I pointed out he knew where the post office was and wouldn't have stopped for directions. As he put it, quit interfering with his fantasy by clouding it with facts. One guy muttered the phrase "crack whore", which caught my attention. Since I have no idea what the characteristics of a crack whore are, I asked him to explain. I also pointed out she hadn't propositioned me or asked to borrow money, just gave me a free show and look-see, plus a wild time afterwards. Good point, he countered with, and followed it up with "Lucky Bastard". As if I hadn't heard that line before. All in all, I chalked this one up to one hell of a story to tell my boys one day. Getting Lucky at the Club Terry slipped a fifty dollar bill to the large man that guarded the door, and walked confidently past the night clubs able doorman. A long line of people grumbled and complained about the ease in which Terry had gained his entrance, but he shrugged them off with a smirk. It wasn't his fault if those losers couldn't get in. Terry made his way down the dark, unlit hallway, the ever increasing pounding of the music pumping through him. The hallway ended at a simple doorway, where another man stood waiting. Terry waited as the man pulled out a metal detector, and gave him a quick scanning. Once satisfied, the man waived Terry through the door. The bass of the music hit Terry like a hammer as he opened the door. The quality of light changed very little as Terry exited the hallway, and entered the club room. Hundreds of men and women, many of them dressed so much alike in black and dark colors, swayed and twisted together in time to the music. The room more resembled a pit of undulating snakes than people. Terry stood for a moment, his eyes growing accustomed to the dark of the room, his head adjusting to the booming sounds. Once he was ready, Terry made his way into the room. He skirted the wall, and headed straight to the bar. After a few drinks, the rhythm of the music began to affect Terry. He found himself as one of the many people, moving to the music. Terry lost all sense of time as bounced against one person, then the next. His blood seemed to beat in time to the music, the alcohol burning through his veins like fire. It wasn't until hours later, that he sought to rest, his body soaked in sweat, his clothing clinging tightly to his skin. Another cold glass of drink flowed down his throat, both cooling him, and setting him afire all over again. With his heated gaze, Terry saw her. The room was hot, the heat giving a fuzziness to everyone except her. Terry could see her as clear as if it were a crisp spring morning. She was dressed like everyone else, but she still stood out. Bright red lips, and raven black hair, contrasted sharply with pale creamy skin. Terry smiled confidently. He had just found the nights' lucky lady. Terry made his way across the room, his eyes only focused on one goal. The dark haired woman had noticed him as well, and she watched him intently as he came to stand before her. Another drunk little puppy. Terry was about to speak, when the woman motioned for him to bend down. He leaned forward, moving closer to hear what she was going to tell him. The sweet scent of her perfume wafted through his nose, but no words came to his ears. Terry began to straighten up, but her hand pressed down on his shoulder. Terry found himself compelled to move, sliding down to his knees on the floor. The woman shifted her hips, sliding herself forward on the couch she was perched upon. Her hands caught the back of his head, her fingers hot against his skin. Terry felt himself drawn forward, and moved without any thought otherwise. She pulled his head forward, and under her black skirt. The heavy scent of her pussy overpowered his thoughts. His nose was thick with the mixture of pussy cream, sweat and perfume. Terry needed even less prompting as his lips pressed against her shaven slit. Her lips parted as his tongue pressed between them, and a thick dollop of cream flowed into his mouth. Terry swallowed some of the cream, as the rest smeared his lips and mouth. He licked deeply, cleaning her of her cream as she stroked her fingers through his damp hair. Terry was unaware of anything else around him, the total darkness under her skirt, and the overpowering taste and scent of her pussy taking control of his senses. Terry could feel her begin to move her hips. It started as a small motion, but grew in intensity. Terry was soon captured between her thighs, as his face was mashed into her pulsing cunt. Juices splashed wetly against his face, and his cheeks became wet with her secretions. The beat of the music still flowed through him, but it was now mixed with the equally powerful rush of her body rhythm. He could hear the pulsing of her blood, as it flowed through her veins. Her legs were pressed tightly around his head, and he almost blacked out from the heat and pressure. Terry lay his head against her thigh, the air rushing back into him. His respite was cut short, as her hands urged him forward once more. His lips pressed to her pussy again, the sticky cream of her orgasm still flowing. The womans hands held him tightly, and he could feel her begin to push. Terry was still disorientated when the first spurt splashed into his mouth. He was surprised that she was coming again so soon, but kept licking. Another spurt and his alcohol induced brain gave a start. By the time the spurts had turned into a steady stream, he was gulping her piss without spilling a drop. The slightly salty liquid was tinged with alcohol, and he drank it like a frat boy guzzling beer. He continued to drink until there was nothing left, his tongue drilling deeply into her flesh. Terry felt his body falling backwards, his head retreating from its sweet prison. Only the hand of his partner on his arm kept him from falling over. He allowed himself to be hauled up onto the couch next to her, and struggled to focus his eyes. Other people had been watching, but he was oblivious to them. He could only watch as the raven haired woman stood. She reached into her purse that sat inconspiciously next to the couch. Terrys vision blurred as she pulled out what looked like a pair of the leather panties. He watched as she stepped into the panties, an odd knob sticking out from the front. Next, she withdrew a pink cylinder from the purse, and ran it along her leg. She turned away from him, her legs moving to the music. Terry was shocked when she turned back around, the tube now firmly attached to her crotch. Terrys brain finally put the pieces together. He knew it was a didlo, but didn't have a clue what she was going to do with it. The dildo looked like a prop from a science fiction movie. It was tapered at the end, and segmented, giving it the appearance of some sort of insects appendage. The flourescent pink color made it seem to glow in the dark nightclub. The woman grinned at him, her hand stroking the lenghth of the shaft. She came ack to the couch, and with the same commanding gestures as before, turne him onto his hands and knees. Anyone else that had been on the couch had already left, and a few stood watching the show. The dark haired woman reached under Terry, and began to unfasten his belt. He gave her assistance, and she soon had his pants and briefs down his ankles. The woman pulled one of his shoes off, then liberated the leg from his pants. She pressed him forward, his chest draping over the arm of the couch, his ass high in the air. Terry groaned when he felt the cool rush of liquid down between his asscheeks, then the probing of her finger. The dark haired woman wasted little time in putting her toy to use. After coating his ass with jelly, she began to work her cock home. Terry gave a start as the tip of the cock pushed into his tight ring, but relaxed as a soft hand enveloped his aching cock. Terry was amazed. How long had his cock been hard? It must have been quite a while for it to ache so much. Terry groaned as he hand squeezed his cock. He chanced a look down, to find that the hand belonged to a small blond woman, whose head was turned, watching his partner with great interest. All thoughts were put to rest as the head of the cock slipped past his tight anal ring. Terry groaned as it brushed his prostate, the sensation making his cock throb. His head swam as his ass began to slowly fill. Each stroke became deeper and deeper, until he could feel her thighs press against his with each stroke. His ass felt slippery and wet as it yielded to the invader, the strange dildo feeling slick and warm. Terrys body shook and shuddered as the cock stroked into him. The raven haired woman moved like a machine, her hips beating a steady rhythm against his ass. Terry felt as if his whole body had been set on fire. The blonde had ceased squeezing, and was now stroking his cock from base to tip. Her strokes were in perfect timing to the cock that was slamming into him. It didn't take long for the pressure to build, and Terry found himself driving backward into his orgasm. He slammed his ass back, trying to take more of the cock, as his own cock leapt, and began to spurt. He moaned loudly as he shot his cum onto the couch, his ass clenching violently around the cock. His head began to swim, and the last thing he remembered was the slick tube that was filling his ass. Terry awoke to find himself sprawled out of the couch, the nights events only a hazy memory. He glanced about, and chalked it up to an alcohol induced dream. He must have gotten to drunk, and passed out on the couch. From the amount of people left, it seemed like the club would be closing soon. He looked down at his clothing, and found it to be just as he remembered. Terry shook his head. That was one intense dream. Reality took over as Terry moved to stand. The well used feeling in his ass told him that the nights events had been real. He was stunned at the things that he had did, but a stirring in his cock told him that he had enjoyed it. Terry made his way to the door, then down the dark hallway. The cool air was welcome and refreshing as he stepped into the late night air. Terry stretched, then started as a hand closed over his arm. The large doorman smiled, then forced a piece of paper into his hand. Terry unfolded the paper as the man entered the building, closing the door behind him. The note read simply: 'Next Friday. Same time. If you can't wait call...' It ended with a phone number. Terry looked at the paper for a minute, then stuffed it into his wallet. He was heading home for a hot bath, and a long sleep. After that, he needed to make a call.