1 comments/ 28396 views/ 2 favorites Winter Games By: janevalenz This isn't a sequel to "Boy Next Door" and it probably lacks its quality since I wrote it several months before. However, I thought I'd hit the ground running by submitting my best piece ("Boy Next Door") first. If you haven't read that one first, read this one and then "Boy Next Door." I was over at his house again, just watching movies and hanging out. There wasn't anything unusual about what we were doing. There wasn't anything special about this day, not an anniversary, not New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day. The only thing different about this day was the fact that this was the first time we were in the house…completely and utterly alone with each other. To explore the depth of this situation would be redundant. A teenage couple alone in the house together doesn't require much imagination. Wait a minute, I guess that I did explore the depth of this situation to a certain extent. Anyway, we were just sitting on the couch. He was his normal, somewhat straight-laced and shy self, sitting up straight as the movie played on the screen in the dark room. I thought it was somewhat ridiculous that he seemed so deathly afraid of PDA when we were in the house by ourselves. However, even when his family was around, I'd lean on his shoulder, and he'd put his arm around me. This time, he seemed somewhat more hesitant than usual. The end credits flickered across the screen as he turned the lights on. Although it was just around late afternoon, it was dark outside due to the winter and that crazy invention of Ben Franklin's, daylight savings time. My eyes squinted, adjusting to the sudden brightness. I yawned, "What time is it?" "5:47," he answered, glancing at his watch, "5:47 and thirty two seconds to be exact." "Your precision astounds me," I laughed, "But I better go." His face fell, "I thought that you were going to stay a bit longer." I started to casually confront him, "Why? Did you have something planned?" He blushed and stammered, "N-no, not really…" At this rate, we were probably going to get it on by graduation, from graduate school in college. I glanced at the chessboard on the table and the wickedest grin I ever had in my life crept upon my face. "I'll tell you what, I'll stay for a chess game," I bargained. "Chess?" he raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Yes," was all I said as I sat down on the floor by the coffee table. With a puzzled look, he sat down across from me. I started the game by moving the pawn in front of my left rook. He mirrored my action. This was probably going to be a short game. "What would you say if we made this a bit more…interesting?" I asked, advancing my pawn further. "What do you mean?" his innocence astounded me sometimes. "A wager perhaps?" I suggested. From the smirk on his face, he seemed to be catching on, "What sort of wager?" "How about if you win, I bake a batch of snickerdoodles, and if I win, you have to wear a lime green speedo at your next swim meet?" I was wondering if he would take the bait, but he seemed to know better. "As good as your cookies are, it's not worth the risk of me humiliating myself at regionals," he said. "Well then, what do you have in mind?" I asked, returning to the defensive, innocent side. "If I risk embarrassing myself, you have to do something equally embarrassing," he replied simply. "That's logical," I agreed, "But I'm in pep band, that's humiliation enough for one lifetime." "What about something that doesn't have to do with school-related activities, something we can do here?" he asked, walking into my trap perfectly. "Like what?" I tried to make one of my quasi-innocent blushes come on, but it didn't quite work. "You know how people play strip poker?" my heart started to swell with pride from his corruption. "Now, how would we do that with chess?" I asked. "Each piece that I take from you, you have to remove one article of clothing, and vice versa," he explained. "All right, that sounds reasonable," I switched back to vixen-mode, "But what about a larger payoff at the end?" "What could be a larger payoff than one of us conveniently missing most or all of his or her clothing?" he asked. "If I win, I'll stay and you have to do whatever I ask you to do tonight," I explained, "If you win, I'll stay, and I have to do whatever you ask me to do tonight." "Hm," he paused, as if in deep contemplation of his next move, "Although I can't see me losing in either scenario, I'll accept the terms." We shook hands and continued our game. I'm not going to bore you with a play by play commentary of the actual game, but I will say that I was cutting it a bit close. Then again, he seemed more eager about losing his clothing. I guess he had little to be ashamed of since he was just as well-built and sturdy as a steel-cable suspension bridge from years of being on athletic teams. I wasn't horrible looking, but I had let myself go a bit since I realized that I would never be fit to model for an underwear catalogue. Either way, he didn't seem to mind. Technically, I started out ahead of the game since I was wearing a sweater, a long-sleeved shirt underneath that, and then a t-shirt under that along with my usual jeans, argyle socks and combat boots not to mention my more unmentionable cotton undies and bra. He had a bit less on, his long-sleeved swim team shirt with a t-shirt underneath as well as a pair of perfectly ironed khakis and the socks he was probably just lounging around in for most of the day before I showed up. I could only assume that he was wearing boxers under his pants, but when around a teenage guy, anything was possible. He took my knight early in the game, and I found myself growling a bit as I took one sock off and set it down beside me. "No, socks count as one article of clothing," he insisted. "Since when?!" I asked incredulously. "When do you buy socks in sets of one?" his sense of logic astounded me at times. "All right, but when the time comes for you to take off your socks, you can't recall that rule," I frowned. "Wow, somebody's being petulant tonight," he laughed, "Why are you being so aggressive about this? It's only a game." The number one thing someone can say to me to piss me off during any competition is "It's only a game." I sat up straighter and lowered my chin, flashing him my infamous "icy cold glare of doom." He recoiled slightly, knowing very well that he did something to arouse my ire. I was going to use one of my trick plays in order to manipulate him further. I leaned across the table slowly, never taking my eyes off of his. Like a great jungle cat, I moved in for the kill. I kissed him gently, feeling his lips fumble slightly after being caught completely off guard. "Why am I being so aggressive?" I repeated his question as I pulled back across the table, "I'm so aggressive because I play to win." Utterly speechless now, he completely forgot about the game. I was pulled back towards him violently, knocking the chess pieces over. After a much deeper kiss, I pulled back, completely awestruck at his sudden metamorphosis from the quiet, cautious guy I knew from school to the more impulsive lover I always wanted. "In that case, I'd have to say that I withdraw," he grinned, looking at the chess pieces strewn across the table and on the carpet. "All right then, since you admitted defeat, you have to pay up your end of the agreement," I crawled around the table to claim my prize. "Gladly," his eyes widened, almost paralyzed in fear like a gazelle that has just felt the presence of a lion hiding in the tall grasses. I made him lie back as I made my way on top of him. I kissed him, and nuzzled softly against his neck. "What do you want me to do?" he asked breathlessly. "Take me," I whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. I know it sounds like it's straight from a trashy romance novel, but yes, those were the exact words that I said to him. After being the antagonistic force, I was weary of manipulation. Now, I was completely ready for absolute and irrevocable surrender. He was only more than willing to oblige. He rolled over and lay me on my back on the carpet. I clutched at his dark hair as his kisses deepened more and more. I felt the weight of his body against me, not a bit of space between us. I ran my hands up and down his back, reaching underneath his t-shirt since he had lost his long-sleeved shirt earlier in the game. He sat up and removed his shirt, revealing the sturdy, well-built swimmer's frame I had only seen while taking pictures at swim practice for the school paper. I could hardly believe it. He was one of the most inexperienced guys I had ever met, but just looking at him made it entirely worth teaching him a couple of things. Then again, he seemed to be doing fine on his own as he figured out how to unhook my bra before lifting my shirt over my head so I couldn't see him planting kisses down my neck, shoulders and chest area. At that point, I was really glad that I had taken off my sweater during the chess game since if had removed it then, I know that the static electricity from the sweater rubbing against the carper would probably be enough not only to make my hair stand on end, but have enough voltage to revive a heart attack victim. Even without possible electrocution, there was a definite pulse of energy between us that night. I felt a slight tingling sensation in my fingertips as I rubbed his bare flesh. He shivered slightly, "Your hands are cold." "Well, I know one way to warm them up," I smiled fiendishly as I undid the fly of his khakis. "Oh God…" he moaned as I slid my hand down his boxers. I felt him grow hard, pulse throbbing at my touch. The sensation was amazing. It was almost as if the blood was flowing between both of us. We both started breathing heavily, in anticipation of what would happen next. I fumbled with the fly on my pants as he continued hovering over me, eyes piercing through my own. I looked at him in awe. Was this really the same guy who was too afraid to put his arm around me? At this point, I didn't even care. It was a pleasant departure from what I was used to. After I kicked my pants off from around my ankles and he slid his boxers off, I guided him into me gently. I had a good idea of his size after touching him, but for a moment, I was convinced that I wouldn't be able to get all of him inside of me. Everything felt wonderful despite the pain, so hot and solid, but gentle and soft at the same time. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked solicitously. "No, not at all, keep going," I sighed softly, feeling myself melt into him. Other than the slight discomfort of having my back against itchy carpeting, the entire experience was wonderful. We took everything nice and slow since neither of us was ready for the hard and fast sex that I often wrote about in my stories, but it was very enjoyable. In the cold of winter, we were just two people, appreciating what a little bit of body heat could do. When the climax finally built, it wasn't so much of a big, loud, explosion, but a slow burn. I felt myself being consumed by him, yet still retaining all sense of myself and an amount of control over the situation. This was finally what I had been searching for my entire life. I had finally found somebody that I cared about, who cared about me, yet I still kept my head in the situation. Instead of grabbing my clothes and running out, I stayed. We ended up watching another movie, and this time, he was the first to move when he put his arm around me. When I finally did leave, he kissed me on his porch as the snow fell softly outside. "We should definitely play chess more often," he smiled, blushing. "Yeah, then I'll be able to beat you for real next time," I laughed as he walked me to my car. Winter Games ***** 'Boy that feels good' I thought to myself as I stood in front of the toilet emptying my bladder. I had been drinking beer all afternoon and had just been too lazy to get up to take care of the task until I really had no choice. As I stood there with my pecker in my hand, enjoying the relief that a good P Gives, I glanced through the gap in the curtains in front of the window. "Oh crap!" I said, the thought traveling from my brain through my body to my penis which twitched at the notion. Outside across the street, I saw Augie and his daddy, each looking in my direction, although I knew they couldn't see me behind the curtains here. I had no doubt they knew exactly which room was mine, and from the way they were looking, I expected I would have a visit from them very quickly. That was not something that was going to happen, not if I had anything to do with it. Augie and his daddy were a strange pair, yes they were father and son, each worked for Crazy Eddie. Eddie was a local loan shark and I owed him money. Yeah I know, it was stupid, not just the fact that I owed him money, but the fact that I was late. That was why the strange pair was looking for me, they were Eddie's leg breakers. I had needed some money a few weeks ago, $800 in fact, and at Eddie's interest rate of 25% per week, by now owed him almost double that. He had laughed when I suggested his interest rates were high, he said they were actually pretty reasonable if I compared them to some of his competitors. I had made the mistake of being late once before, and Augie and his dad had beat the crap out of me then. As I stood there thinking, my pecker still in my hand and slowly dripping, I wondered exactly what to do. A brief thought flashed through my brain, I could just tell the two that it was really Eddie's fault, why had he loaned a credit risk like me real money? I thought that funny for a second, but doubted if the pair would understand the humor, and even if they did, their mission was to break my legs. I knew I could be sitting here with two legs already broken and they would just break them again. Deciding I needed to do something more proactively, I stuffed myself back into my pants, zipped up and thought quickly about what I needed to do. I rented my room here by the week, so it wasn't as if I had a lot of attachment to it. I didn't own much either, I hadn't taken the time to collect a lot of crap since I did a lot of moving around. I had drifted from job to job and scheme to scheme ever since I got kicked out of high school at 17, the five years since seeming like forever. I looked around the room quickly and thought about what I might take, but in the end there really wasn't anything I was that attached to. Giving too much thought to this would only give them more time to get to my door before I could get out that same door. Fortunately, I knew my way around the building and there were several ways to get out other than just the front entrance. I went to the stairway and as I went through the door, I could hear heavy steps coming up. No doubt in my mind who that would be, I quietly went up two more flights and then out onto the roof. I didn't think it would take them long to figure out what had happened once they discovered I was not in my room, but by then I would be in the wind. Moving as quickly and as quietly as I could, I ran across the building, jump to the next and then the next before going down the fire escape and onto the ground. I knew that if I got a couple of blocks away, their chances of finding me easily would be greatly diminished. The evening commute was in full force and there were plenty of people around, people I could blend in with and hopefully get away with my legs still in one piece. I wasn't panicked, but I was concerned since I knew exactly what their intent was. After I had gone about six blocks, I started to relax and took the time to get off the street and into a coffee shop. I wasn't really looking to buy a cup of coffee, but once in the store I figured I'd better do something so I would not stand out, so asked the girl behind the counter for a small black coffee, to go. Coffee in hand, I went back toward the front of the store and carefully looked around to see if anyone might be looking for me out there on that street. I didn't see anyone, not that I really expected to, but over the years I had learned how to cover my tracks and to stay as invisible as possible. For Now I had lost them, hopefully for good, but I knew that was unlikely and just kept moving. It wasn't long before I came to the city arena, I knew they played hockey and basketball in there, and had a number of other events. As I got close I got caught up in a crowd of people who were standing there waiting for the doors to open, I assumed something was going on tonight. I hadn't really intended to, but just then the doors opened and the crowd surged forward, carrying me with them. I tried not to be pushed along, but it was a losing cause and before I knew it I was inside and still being pushed toward the interior doors where attendants were taking tickets. I didn't have a ticket, hell I didn't even know what was going on. Still, I knew it was easier to go with the flow than try to fight the crowd, so just let myself be pushed forward and as a couple of guys in front of me handed a stack of tickets to the attendant, indicating they were part of a group, I motioned that I was in the group as well. The attendants were probably only minimally paid, they certainly were overwhelmed with the crowd, and he did not even count before nodding to me and motioning that I go ahead. Once inside the auditorium, I could see people streaming in through several other entrances and soon the place was close to being filled. I moved to a place out of the way and tried to check it out. From the look of things, it didn't appear as though people had assigned seats, apparently there was general admission which was a good thing if I decided I needed to sit. Right now I wasn't worried about Augie and his daddy following me in, but I also wasn't sure that I just wanted to sit down and forget my troubles. I wandered around, realizing that most of the people were young as they looked for good seats and texted away on their phones. I could never understand that, but since I could never afford one of those smart phones anyway, maybe I would feel differently if I had actually been involved. After about 20 minutes of wandering, the lights went down and the crowd quieted some. Lights on the stage in the center of the floor came up bright and several guys came running out to grab their instruments which were pre-positioned on the stage. I hadn't even given it any thought, but apparently this was some sort of concert. There was a banner hanging above the stage, I assumed it was the name of the band, but nothing that I had ever heard of. They began tuning on their instruments and the crowd started chanting for them to get started, so I was certain the concert would begin momentarily. I was right and as the lead singer came out and took the mic the other band members picked up the beat and started playing. I wasn't a huge music fan, but I did listen to the radio every once in a while and this band was starting out with some of what people call classic rock these days. I recognized the first two songs and thought that the band wasn't half bad. As the band got further into their set, the house lights went down even lower until the lights on the stage were the only illumination in the building. I could see the flare of matches and lighters and it wasn't long before the smell of something other than tobacco started permeating the entire auditorium. I had never gotten into drugs, grass or anything stronger, but the thought of it didn't bother me. Let them have a little fun, I guess that's what they were here for. As the band continued to play, I started looking more closely and realized that a number of women had wandered down right in front of the stage, dancing and undulating in time with the music. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised about that, but not one of the women was wearing a shirt. I took a closer look, realizing that they were all pretty good-looking. As I watched, their number increased from what it originally been eight or nine until there were at least 20 down there, all moving in time with the music and apparently not concerned in the least that people could see them topless. I had been sitting in the seat at the end of one of the rows and decided I might want to get a better look, so started wandering down closer to the stage to see just how close I could get. And no, I wasn't that interested in seeing the band! I wandered down until I was about 10 rows back from the first, there were a couple of empty seats there so I decided to take one. I divided my time between watching the dancing women and also checking out what the band was doing, I had decided that they were actually pretty good. The lead singer shared duties with a girl who played guitar and several duets they sang together surprised me with the quality of their singing. The concert lasted about two hours before they took a short break and then came back for another 45 minutes. During the time I remained seated here, the number of women dancing around in front of the band had increased to more than 30. I hadn't really been to any concerts and the fact that topless women dancing in front of the stage didn't seem to be a big deal to any one of the concert goers seemed a little bizarre to me. I'm not sure what they got out of it, but they didn't seem bothered and so I just sat back and enjoyed the view. Once the final song ended, the band left the stage and the audience started chanting for them to come back, but after 10 minutes they had not and I realized that this was truly the end of the show. I stayed where I was as some of the worst of the crowd started pushing its way out before deciding that I would follow. I'm pretty sure that I had lost Augie and his daddy, their appearance earlier in the day no longer bothering me. I was a little concerned, I wondered where I would hang out for the next few days but that had happened to me before and I had always managed up until now. The lights inside the auditorium had come up, but they were still dim as I started making my way toward the door. As I was walking along, someone took my arm and before I could look I worried that maybe Augie had indeed been able to follow me in here. The sudden thought of fight or flight occurred to me, but neither seemed a good idea at this moment. I looked over and was surprised to see a young woman with her arm around mine, turning to smile at me as I looked at her. I looked at her face for a second, but only a second, seeing she was one of the women who had been dancing topless in front of the stage and was still topless even as we walked toward the exit. "You got any weed?" She asked as we continued moving toward the exit. ", No, I don't!" I managed, trying hard not to look at her bare breasts, but failing miserably. By the look in her eyes, she had already found some grass tonight. "That's OK, I've got some at my place." She was still holding onto my arm, I wondered why, but since I was more interested in checking out her bare chest, I didn't give the thought any more attention. "They're called tits and most women have them these days." She said laughing, noticing me staring at her bare breasts. "Yeah, but most women have a shirt over them." I managed in a brief moment of lucidity. She laughed and then answered "I would too if I knew where my shirt was, but somehow it disappeared." "So what are you going to do?" I asked, still staring. "I guess I'll go home and get another shirt." She answered matter of factly. "You're going to walk across the parking lot to your car without a shirt?" I asked incredulously. "No silly, I don't have a car. I came with some friends, but I don't know where they are either." "So how do you expect to get home?" I wondered aloud. "I was thinking about hitch-hiking. Want to come along for some of that weed I got at home? Are you game?" Her eyes sparkled and her breasts jiggled as she took in my expression. This is nuts! I had no idea who this woman was, we were walking together perhaps to her place, she wanted to hitch-hike topless, so we could go find some grass. I think that covered it all. I had done some crazy things in my life, but right at the moment I couldn't think of anything crazier. Just about then, we exited the building and we were outside. From here, she was pulling on my arm and leading me toward the main road. It was dark out, but not that dark. It didn't take long to get to the road and as we did she hung out her thumb and in less than 30 seconds a pickup screeched to a halt in front of us, almost causing a catastrophe behind him. The passenger window was down as he leaned over and said "can I give you a lift?" "That's what we're waiting for." The woman laughed, noticing that I was no longer the only one ogling her bare breasts. She got in, sliding to the middle and I got in on the passenger side, closing the door before the driver pulled back out into traffic. "Where to miss?" He said, continuing to stare at her chest. I wondered just how good of an idea this was, he was looking at her bare tits more than he was looking at the road - that couldn't be safe. "Which way are you headed? She asked, apparently not concerned about him staring at her breasts any more than she was about me doing the same. "I'll take you anywhere you want to go honey!" He offered, I had to wonder if he even knew I was in the truck. She giggled and gave him directions, we drove about 3 1/2 miles before she asked him to pull over and let us out on a corner in a part of town I had never been to. The residents here had a much higher social status than I did, there were nice condos, town houses and apartment buildings and I had no doubt I would not fit in anywhere in this neighborhood. I think the truck driver was hesitant to leave, but after we got out and thanked him, he did manage to drive off still looking at us, well maybe not us, but looking back in his rear view mirror. "Come on, it's only half a block down the street here." She said, still holding my arm and directing me. At this point I realized I didn't even know her name. "UMMM, this is great and all, but I don't even know your name..." "I'm Carly." She said simply, still leading me down the street. "How about you?" "Mac." I offered. "Just Mac?" Carly asked. "Yeah, just Mac." My parents had barely caught the tail end of the flower child era and had named me Ian, something I thought made me sound like a fag. Ian Constantine Macmillan, they said it was sophisticated and cosmopolitan. I said it was gay! Unless someone absolutely, positively needed to know my legal name, I was just Mac. I wondered how many people might be looking out their windows at the strange couple, me in a T-shirt and dirty jeans, and the young woman who wasn't even wearing a shirt. That probably is not something they saw often here in this neighborhood. Carly took me to a nondescript door on one side of a large apartment building. She reached into her back pocket and took out a card key, inserted it, and the door clicked open. She pushed it and we walked inside, then closed the door behind us. It was dark, but she knew where the light switch was and soon I realized we were in a maintenance room. "What's this?" I asked, looking around the room as my eyes tried to adjust to the bright light. "This is how I usually get in and out of the building. If I go in the front door, the doorman sees me and I get logged in and logged out. I don't always want people to know when and where I am." She answered simply. "How do you manage to get in here?" I wondered aloud. Carly snickered a bit, then answered "I got the building engineer to reprogram my key card. I just had to suck him off once and he said he would do anything for me!" I didn't do it intentionally, but I felt my eyebrow go up as I looked at her more closely. Sucking off the building engineer to get what she wanted certainly let me know she had some wildness in her. I wondered just how much. "Come on, follow me." Carly said, heading for a door on the far wall. When she reached the door, she opened it and then flipped the lights in the room out, we were now in a dimly lit hallway. She led me to an elevator marked 'service personnel only' before again using the key card and opening the elevator doors. "Going up..." she said with a giggle, the elevator starting to move. I saw that the elevator had stopped at the 8th floor, the door opened and we stepped out. The hallway was lit, not as dimly as the maintenance area downstairs, but certainly not overly bright either. Not knowing what else to do, I followed along as Carly led the way down the hall, stopping in front of the door marked 832. She inserted her key card, I heard the lock click open, and she pushed the door and we entered. I was in new territory here, the place was much nicer than any I had been to in my life before, well appointed and I guessed it had been professionally decorated. I was looking around, trying to gauge just where we were and how this young woman would come to be here, but she had moved away from the entryway and walked into the living room. Looking over her shoulder, she called back to me "well?" I wasn't sure what she was suggesting, but followed her as she made her way into the room. Carly hadn't done anything to find herself a shirt, she simply sat down on one of the chairs in the room and reached for a small case that was on a bottom shelf of an end table. Opening the case, she extracted a small pipe and a bag of what I suspected was the weed she had mentioned earlier in the evening. She filled the bowl of the pipe, and then taking a lighter from the table, lit it and drew the smoke deeply into her lungs. I was watching for her reaction, but she had closed her eyes and she seemed almost oblivious to everything but what she was experiencing as the smoke filled her lungs. I waited, and waited some more, and finally she exhaled. She must've held the smoke in her lungs for a good minute. Opening her eyes, she handed me the pipe and indicated it was now my turn. I had smoked a little when I was in high school, but I didn't really find that it did much for me back then. Now, however, even though I wasn't quite certain about trying it again, I didn't want to seem impolite. I took the pipe and inhaled slowly, I knew that if I tried to imitate Carly, I would be coughing and choking as though an amateur in seconds. I'm sure she could tell I was, but I did not want to add to her impression of that. I managed, the smoke burning its way down my throat and into my lungs, and I was barely able to hold it for 10 seconds before the need to exhale and suck in a lung full of oxygen overcame my body. Carly just smiled at my discomfort, holding out her hand and waiting for me to return the pipe to her. I did this, again glancing at her bare breasts before looking back into her face as she was again inhaling the acrid smoke. "Still the same tits, no changes here." She chuckled after exhaling her latest hit on the pipe. "And still no shirt to cover them." I added, no longer embarrassed that I might get caught checking her out since she had been so free about letting me and anyone else see them this evening. "I don't need a shirt here at home, I rarely wear one while I'm here by myself." She answered, taking another hit of the pipe instead of passing it back to me. Perhaps it was my inexperience with smoking grass or perhaps the weed was just really good stuff, but I could feel strange things going on in my head even after only one hit. Before I could consider that, Carly handed the pipe back to me, letting me know it was again my turn. What the heck, nothing to lose here anyway I told myself, taking a longer drag on the pipe. Winter Games As I was puffing away on the pipe, Carly stood up and removed the jeans she had been wearing. She looked over, her eyes just as glassy now as they had been the first time I saw her in the auditorium, as she looked at me for my reaction. The smoke had dulled my senses somewhat, but a woman taking off her pants in front of me was still something that caused a reaction. I guess she looked at my eyes, they were now open a lot wider and staring not only at her bare breasts, but at the small pink thong she was wearing as her only item of clothing. Carly laughed as she saw me staring again, offering she was only getting more comfortable. It'd been a while since I had been alone with a woman, and usually the women I found myself with either wanted money ahead of time or would sit looking anxious on the barstool as last call came around. I wasn't sure if I should make a move on her or not, and apparently she didn't feel the need to do the same toward me, so I sat and pondered as we continued to share the pipe until the contents were gone. ***** I hadn't been hit like that since I got sucker punched in a bar fight when I was a teenager, using a fine fake ID if you must know. When I opened my eyes next, I could see light coming in through the Windows and the clock on the microwave showed it was almost 8 AM. I don't know what had happened, but I assumed my inexperience at smoking grass had knocked me on my ass. Carly was sitting in the chair opposite me, still all but naked, although she was conscious and looking at me as I started to rouse myself. "I told you I had some good shit." She said, laughing at my inability to handle the grass. "I guess you did!" I added, not knowing what else to say. I was just starting to get the use of my limbs back, opening and closing my fists and moving my fingers, stretching my legs and then my arms. The movement made me realize I needed to pee, it'd been a while. "I have to pee, where's the can?" I asked, realizing she probably didn't refer to the bathroom as the can'. Carly laughed and pointed toward the hallway saying "first door on the right." I couldn't take more time to think about it, now that the thought had come into my head, I realized the pressure in my bladder was just as intense as it had been yesterday when I had been drinking all of the beer. I made a quick dash for the bathroom and once again I was standing there with pecker in hand, feeling the relief that a good P gives one. As I finished up and gave myself a couple shakes to get the last drips off, I noticed that Carly had followed me down the hall and was watching as I stood there. "You know, you don't have to put that away just yet." She said suggestively, her eyes trained on my crotch. What the heck I thought, might as well... "What did you have in mind?" I managed to say, my cock already on its way to hardness. "Why don't you leave your clothes in here and meet me back in the living room." She said, I could see the glassy look in her eyes but I wasn't sure if it was lust or left over from the dope last night. Not one to worry too much about the reason, I did as requested and soon was standing naked and walking back toward the living room. "Sit down here on the sofa." Carly indicated, pointing toward the sofa I had been sitting in most of the evening last night. I sat as directed, my cock now at full mast and pointing skyward. I saw Carly looking at me, first my face and then lower down. She looked back into my eyes with a smile, before standing and pulling down the thong she had been wearing. Now naked, she approached me before straddling my legs, kneeling and resting her weight on my thighs. She reached between us and grab my hard cock and started running it up and down between her lips, I realized now that her pussy was shaved bare. I also took a brief second to look at the jeweled stud she had in her navel. As she was doing this I took the opportunity and cupped each of her breasts in my hand, the nipples had firmed up sometime between the bathroom and now. As I groped and fondled, I felt them pushing hard into the palms of my hands and she would start moaning each time I squeezed them. "You like them?" She said, taking her attention from my cock long enough to look to my face for my answer. "Why wouldn't I?" I said, not slowing my fondling and squeezing a bit. "I like it when guys play with my tits, treat them rough. Pull the nipples and bite them. Make me feel it." She said, her voice now Husky with lust and arousal. Not wanting to disappoint her, I did as she asked and took each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and then pulling out on each of them. She gasped at the initial feel, but I could see from her eyes that the pain in her breasts was sending shivers of electricity down to her loins. I could feel the pussy juices that were running off her labia and onto my cock, now coating it running down my balls and dripping onto the material of the sofa. Just as I sensed this, Carly lifted up, scooted forward and using her one hand, aimed my cock toward its new home for the next few minutes. She groaned as it slid in, her eyes were closed and her head thrown back with the feel. My mind was still somewhat numbed from last night, but not so much that I did not take the time to look as my cock slowly disappeared inside of her until she soon was fully impaled, our crotches resting against each other. I let go my hold on her breasts, reaching down and grabbing each ass cheek and trying to get her to start moving up and down, my horniness was my only thought at the moment. Opening her eyes and looking at me, Carly smiled before saying "you're anxious today aren't you?" "Damn right!" I managed to say, still trying to force her up and down on my hard shaft. She was right, it had been quite a while since I had felt a woman's pussy wrapped around my cock, and now that she was here writing me, I wasn't going to miss out on any of the feel. She didn't say anything, but soon she was pushing up with her thighs and then letting herself slide back down, no longer needing my help although I still managed to push her down hard each time she slid back onto my pole. The feeling of hot and wet was getting me quickly to the point where I would be shooting something deep into her womb. I tried to concentrate on something else in order that I not come too quickly, but what? If I opened my eyes and looked at her, her smiling face and her look of carnal bliss was a turn on for me. Looking further South her jiggling breasts with their hard nipples pointing up toward my mouth or perhaps I could look all the way down and see my hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy, her lips parted and bare of any hair to interfere with my view. It wasn't easy! Despite my concerns that I might shoot prematurely, I did manage to hold off as Carly continued to ride me at a slow, leisurely pace. I knew that if I started thrusting up into her and picking up the speed, my ejaculation would be only seconds behind, so I let her control things as she seemed content to do. We had been at it for about 20 minutes when there was a sharp knock on the door. The sound brought me out of my sex induced oblivion, wondering who might be there and what might happen next. "Who is it?" Carly shouted, not even slowing her movements up and down on my hard cock. "You know who it is Miss Winters." A male voice answered. Now what? I wondered. Carly looked at my expression, my uncertainty and apprehension, and just laughed before answering the voice once again. "Yes, I know who it is, Captain. I also know that my father tells me to be ready half an hour before I need to be, he doesn't think I can get ready on time. When I see him, I'll tell him you were here at 9 o'clock just as he wanted me to think, but I know I don't really have to be out of here until 9:30. Why don't you go have a cup of coffee and come back then and I'll be ready." She shouted to the door, a gleam in her eyes and a smile on her lips. "That's not how it's supposed to work." The disembodied voice answered back. "Do we have to go through this every time?" Carly laughed, now finding more humor. "I'll be back at exactly 9:30. You just make sure that you are ready." The voice answered. During the entire exchange, Carly had not varied her speed or the intensity as she was able to squeeze my cock with her vaginal muscles each time she slid back up off of it. At this point I was in shock, I wasn't sure what the conversation had been about and the fact that she had called him Captain was a concern to me. "Is he in the Army? What about your father?" I asked, trying not to lose anymore of the erection that had already diminished somewhat at the first sound. Carly laughed, took a few seconds to squeeze me a little harder, before continuing. Her actions had the desired effect, my cock once again returned to its former hardness and we were back where we were before the interruption. "My father sends him to get me, he thinks I'm still a little girl even though I am 21." Carly offered simply. "What about the Captain part?" I asked. " "He's not in the Army, he's a Captain in the State Police." She responded, again offering information but not slowing or stopping. State Police? Oh crap! I didn't have any sort of criminal record, at least nothing too serious. I've been busted a couple of times as a teenager for shoplifting and had a few drunk and disorderlies over the past two or three years, nothing too serious in my mind. However, any contact with the police was something I tried my best to avoid. Carly didn't seem to think any of this might bother me, she started moving a little more quickly before saying "we've got about five minutes here before I have to get into the shower and get ready. Think you can get there in five minutes?" "Ummmm, yeah I think so." I managed, still more concerned with the thought of police nearby than the hot young woman who was sliding her wet pussy up and down my stiff cock. That thought didn't last long, Carly was doing some magic things with her pussy and in keeping with her proclamation, I could feel the tensing of my balls and the boiling within my loins that let me know I had reached the top. Carly was right along with me, her vaginal muscles clamped hard on my cock as she stopped sliding up and down, now sitting there trembling and shuddering as her orgasm took her over the edge, sucking the semen out of me with each squeeze of those pussy muscles. I was still experiencing the high and apparently Carly was as well, but before any more time had elapsed, she lifted up and off of me, turning and heading toward her bedroom. I was a bit shocked at the abrupt way she had departed, sitting there wondering exactly what had happened. I was still sitting there wondering what was going on when Carly came out of the bedroom and went into the bathroom, the shower coming on quickly. I didn't have a lot of experience with women, I had never lived with one, but the fact that she seemed to finish the shower in less than five minutes surprised me. I don't know why, but I always had the impression that women spent an inordinate amount of time in the shower. She was out of the shower and back into her room in quick order, I'm not sure exactly what she was doing their as I sat naked on the couch, wondering what was going to happen. Within another 10 minutes, Carly had come out of the bedroom completely dressed in a formal gown, hair done and face made up. She certainly looked much different this morning than she had last night walking around topless or this morning as she rode my hard cock naked. "I have to go out for a bit, I'm not sure how long I will be. My father wants me to be with him, it used to be my mother until she died a few years ago, but now he expects me to take her place sometimes." She said simply, even though I hadn't asked for explanation. Perhaps she felt I needed one, but at this point I was still sitting here naked and didn't really know what to expect. "There isn't a lot of food here, but help yourself to anything. I don't expect anybody will be coming by, but you probably don't want to answer the door if someone does knock." She chuckled, her eyes sparkling as she checked me out again, I hadn't done anything to dress yet. Before I was able to say anything, a knock at the door brought me out of my musing and Carly suggested I might want to get out of sight. She didn't have to suggest it twice, I had no desire to have a State Police Captain find me naked in this woman's apartment, a woman I didn't even know. As I stepped into her bedroom, I heard the front door open and Carly offered her good morning to her companion, the door closing and locking behind her. ***** I wasn't sure what I was going to do for the next few hours, at least I assumed it would be a few hours although I had no idea how long those few hours might actually be. Since I was already naked, and it'd been several days, I decided a quick shower would be in order. I went into the bathroom, a bathroom that seemed more appropriate for a young woman than a man, but realized why wouldn't it be. I turned the water on hot, got in and let it run over me for several minutes as I tried to go over in my mind all the things that had happened since late yesterday afternoon. I hadn't even thought about Augie and Crazy Eddie, the concert last night was a blur in my mind, even more of a blur was my drug induced haze, but right now that satisfied feeling in my cock reminded me of just how much I had enjoyed the early morning ride. Shaking my head to clear it, I stopped my musing and washed up, turned off the water and got out. I dried off and wondered about putting on my clothes which hadn't been particularly clean even yesterday. As I was thinking, I noticed an apartment sized washer and dryer in the closet inside the bathroom, it wasn't long before my clothes were in the middle of the wash cycle. Here I was, still naked and standing in another woman's apartment, what a bizarre turn of circumstances this was. Having nothing else to do for the moment, and with my curiosity being what it is, I decided to do a little exploring. There really wasn't a lot to the apartment, it was good sized and basically there was the living area with kitchen on one end and then a large bedroom and bathroom I had previously been in. I had done a little looking around the living area, nothing there really interested me, so I wandered into the bedroom. I knew this was personal for Carly, and I wasn't there to root through her underwear drawer or to maybe find some dirty panties in the hamper, I had outgrown that when I was 13. She seemed to be a pretty neat person, everything was put away without a lot of disarray that I might have expected. There was not a lot of clutter on the dresser, the bed was made and the place looked like it probably could've been featured in Better Homes and Gardens. As I was checking things out, I saw a picture on her dresser, it was a distinguished looking man and for some reason he looked familiar to me. I'm not sure why, I had never met Carly before and thought perhaps this might be some celebrity she liked. I continued looking around, but the face in the picture was gnawing at the back of my mind. Winters? That's what the state cop had called her, wasn't it? Winters?? Why was that familiar? As I pondered, recognition started to come slowly. Winters... Carly Winters? Carl Winters? Governor Carl Winters?? Oh crap! Now I know why the picture looked familiar, I had seen his face in the news many times. Was it possible that Carly was his daughter? Certainly that would explain the presence of the state police here, yeah that's all I need - getting caught naked in the governor's daughter's apartment. That thought ended my curiosity very quickly, now I directed it toward wondering what I was going to do. The clothes were still in the middle of the wash cycle, I'd have to wait until they finished washing and drying before I could leave. I went out to the kitchen and looked around but didn't find a whole lot, my stomach was starting to growl since I had not had anything to eat since yesterday afternoon. Deciding to ignore that feeling for now, I went back and sat on the sofa, trying to decide just what my next move would be. As I sat, I happened to glance down and saw the box Carly had taken her stash from last night sitting there, the lid partially askew. What the hell, I've got nothing else to do. I reached down and brought out the pipe we had used last night, filled it and once again lit it with the lighter that was sitting on the table. I was a little less hesitant now, not that I was anymore certain about my ability to be smoking dope, but right now I had other things on my mind. I took a full draw on the pipe, sucking it deep into my lungs and holding it there for as long as I possibly could. Still nowhere near as long as Carly had managed yesterday, but better than I had been when I first started last night. I continued smoking as I pondered what I was going to do. First I needed to get out of here, then the thought that Augie would still be looking for me decided to invade my mind. Well, one thing at a time. ***** I wasn't quite sure where I was, it felt like I was out of my body, just sort of floating there when I heard a click. A brief burst of panic shot through me but just as quickly left, although I wasn't sure why. I managed to force my eyelids open and looked up to see Carly standing above me staring down with a big smile on her face. The last thing I remember was sitting on the sofa, but apparently at some point I had either fallen off or climbed off on my own, I was now lying flat on my back looking up at her. "I see somebody's been helping himself to my stash!" She laughed, taking in the site in front of her. "I... I aww... Oh hell, I don't know." I managed, somehow finding that funny. "Don't worry about it, I think there's still enough for tonight. I can get more later, it's not a big deal." She said, still smirking at me as she looked down and I looked up. I don't know why, but I didn't even try to move. I just lay there looking up at her, wondering what would be next. "I've got to get out of these clothes, I know I have to do this once in a while, but I'd really prefer not to." She said as she turned and walked toward her bedroom. I watched her walk away, again wondering what I was going to do, and in the end did nothing. A few short minutes later Carly came back, this time wearing only her thong panties, blue tonight I suppose to match the dress she had been wearing. "This feels a lot better, I hate having to dress up." Carly reached out her hand, I assume she was going to help me stand up, something I probably did need to do. She pulled me to a sitting position and then started laughing as she considered the situation. "Well, shall we?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. I wasn't sure exactly what she meant, but just shrugged as she turned and reached for the pipe that was sitting on the table, apparently I had the presence of mind to put it down before I fell onto the floor earlier. She loaded up the bowl and lit it, taking a deep drag once again. As she exhaled, she handed it to me and I took my turn, although I wasn't nearly as good at this as she was. We continued for the next 10 minutes, passing the pipe back and forth until its contents were gone. By this time, I could see a glazed look in her eyes and I assume it probably mirrored that of my own. "I'm getting the munchies, what about you?" Carly giggled, she really didn't need to ask. "Absolutely." Carly picked up the phone that was sitting on the table next to the sofa, soon she had someone on the other end and was giving them an order for a large pepperoni. As an afterthought she turned and asked "pepperoni is OK, right?" Winter Games "My favorite." "It should be here in about 20 or 25 minutes." Carly hung up the phone and before I realized what she was doing, she had again filled the bowl of the pipe and was lighting it. I probably should've been concerned, but by now my brain was so muddled I really didn't give it much thought, only reaching for the pipe as she handed it to me for my turn. We finished that one too, and before long we were each sitting here giggling like a couple of school girls, although I really didn't understand what was so funny. Shortly the Bell rang and Carly got up to answer the door. Just as she reached the door, the thought crossed my mind that she was only wearing her thong panties, nothing else. I'm not sure what I would've said even if I had the presence of mind to do so, but she simply opened the door to get the pizza from the delivery guy. Carly opened the door and the delivery guy turned out to be a delivery gal, but she looked just as shocked as I expect a guy would be. She recovered quickly enough, taking a slow look at Carly from head to toe before looking over her shoulder and seeing me sitting on the sofa, even more naked than Carly was. Her eyes opened a bit wider as she took a second to check me out, then Carly was handing her the money and taking a box from her, telling her to keep the change and to have a nice night. Carly closed the door and before long we had finished the pizza. ***** The pizza had taken the edge off my hunger, Carly seemed satisfied as well. We were still sitting there, me naked on the sofa and Carly wearing her thong when she got a sudden gleam in her eye. She stood and taking my hand, pulled me to my feet saying only "Come on!" I had no idea what she was doing or planned to do, but again my muddled brain wasn't thinking quickly enough to object, I simply allowed her to pull me along to the front door. We went out the door into the hallway and were walking down toward the elevators. It was at this point that my brain started to catch up with our actions, here I was naked and Carly nearly so as we walked down the hallway of an upscale apartment building. "Carly? What are we doing?" I managed even as she kept pulling me along, looking at me with an evil grin but not saying anything. We got to the end of the hall and around the corner, and Carly slid her key card which I hadn't noticed her pick up into the freight elevator control and the door opened. I breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind us, less worried now that someone might see us, although I still had no idea what she had in mind. "There's a pool on the roof. It closes at 8 o'clock so the passenger elevator doesn't go to that floor after eight, although I could use my card to get there. I won't do that, it would be logged and someone might come up to investigate." she explained. OK, so there's a pool on the roof. What does that have to do with anything? I wondered all this, even as the elevator was slowly climbing its way to the top floor. When we reached the top, the door opened and we got out, again in what seemed like a maintenance room. Carly knew where the light switch was, turned it on and soon had opened another door and we stepped out onto the roof. There was indeed a pool here, apparently residents were allowed to use it as there were numerous chairs and lounges about, even a little bar area. It was almost 9 by now, and nearly dark although there was still a bit of twilight left. "Ever go skinny dipping?" Carly asked me as she continued to lead me toward the edge of the pool. "No, never." "You don't know what you've been missing..." she giggled. I took the opportunity to look around us, there were several other buildings that were taller than this one, I had seen 24 on the display as the elevator reached the top floor. Some of them looked like they might be office buildings, but others appeared to be apartment buildings just as this one was. I could see lights in some of the Windows and others were dark, and as I looked out over the rest of the city, most of the lights were now shining brightly. Curious what was next, Carly let go my hand and looked toward the sky. I wondered what she was looking at, I looked up as well and really didn't see anything. Carly then pulled down the panties she had been wearing and with a laugh, offered "Wait here, I'll be back shortly." I didn't have a clue, but right now being clueless about Carly's thoughts was not a surprise to me. As I stood there watching, she trotted over to a fenced in area that surrounded a tower sitting atop the building, maybe 50 or 60 feet tall with a flashing red light at the top. She climbed over the fence and before I realized what she was doing, she had placed her thong in her teeth and was climbing up the tower toward the top What the fuck? I thought. What is she doing now? "Carly, what are you doing?" I tried shouting up toward her, only hearing her laughing harder. Soon she was far enough away that I could only make out a vague shadow moving as she continued climbing up the tower toward the top. I'm not really scared of heights, but I don't think I would've tried something like that even if I had been fully sober. "Ta Da!" I heard her shout, I could no longer even see her shadowy figure at this point. She climbed back down the tower, hopped over the fence and soon was standing next to me once again. "What the hell were you doing?" I managed, trying not to sound too angry. Carly only laughed louder, before explaining "they're going to replace the light atop the tower tomorrow. I left my panties up there as a souvenir for whoever has the guts to climb the tower to change that light." "You climbed up there naked and you think somebody else might not have the balls to do it??" "What a rush! I could see the whole city from up there. You can't imagine how great it feels to be that high up and have the wind blowing across your naked skin." She said, still exhilarated. This woman was crazy I thought, but I wasn't going to change her by anything I might say, so just stayed silent. "Let's go for a dip." Carly said, again pulling me by my hand to the edge of the pool. This seemed a lot saner than what she had just done, and even though I had never done anything quite so crazy myself, decided it was a lot better than some things we could be doing now. We slipped into the water and started floating around, it actually was pretty nice. The weather had been warm enough over the past few weeks that the pool was cool without being cold. I started to relax and just let the feel of the cool water on my body bring my anxiety level down a bit. The pool wasn't huge, but it was a good size and had plenty of room for us to swim around as we enjoyed the water and played a little grab ass. We had been fooling around in the water for at least 20 minutes when I thought I heard something, somewhere near where we had come out of the maintenance room onto the roof. I looked in that direction, although I really couldn't see anything since it was now completely dark and the roof was not lighted. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, but even so, whatever if anything there, was not visible. "I was wondering if you guys were going to make it tonight." Carly shouted, confirming my thoughts that I had indeed heard something. She got no response to her call, but as I peered more closely, I could see what look to be two figures moving around in the shadows. I wasn't sure what to expect when suddenly the lights in the pool under the water came on. Any night vision I might have had was now gone, I was blinking as I tried to understand what had happened. Carly was just laughing. "Somebody is going to be able to see us here now." I said to Carly, thinking about the buildings in the area that might house people who could look out their Windows and see the pool from their vantage point. "So? So we give them a show." She said, not worried in the least. Before I could say anything else, the shadowy figures approached where we were standing and two bodies had dived into the pool. They came up in front of us, each dripping with water as they checked me out. One was a tall, busty blonde and the other had jet black hair, flashing dark eyes and was wearing fire engine red lipstick. Before I could check them out any further Carly offered introductions. "These are my friends Jensen and Tamara. Jen is the one with the big tits! Mac here is fascinated with tits, Jen." Carly said, giggling as she noticed me staring at her friend's large breasts. "Well duh! He hasn't stopped staring at my tits since I came up out of the water." The tall one laughed. He did take a second to check mine out, but we all know you stood in line twice when the titty fairy came around." Her friend added, busting on Jensen. "And your point is?" She smiled back. "Girls, this is Mac." Carly said introducing me, although she offered no other information besides my name. "Hi Mac!" Both women answered in unison. This was more than a little bizarre, not only was it my first time skinny-dipping, but now there were three naked women here in the pool with me. I hadn't really thought about my own nudity and it was only as the other two got into the water with us that I realized that fact. What the heck, I guess it was too late now to be embarrassed. That the pool lights were on was only a minor distraction after a couple of minutes, I guess I had pretty much forgotten that bit as we lazily floated around in the pool, the women gossiping about things going on in their lives. After a few minutes, Carly and Tamara were talking among themselves and Jensen moved over closer to me. "So I understand you like tits!" She started. That wasn't too hard to figure out, I had been staring at hers for quite a while although both Carly and Tamara had tits that were equally as nice, just not quite as large. Jensen would never have to worry about drowning with those puppies, they would keep her afloat for days. I knew from this morning that Carly's tits fit nicely into my hands, her friend Tamara's were about the same size. "Are you the kind who just likes to look, or would you like to give them a good squeeze?" She asked, surprising the hell out of me. We were in the shallow part of the pool, the water was lapping at the bottom of her breasts which were mostly displayed out in the open as my hands reached for them, I hadn't even made a conscious effort. The nipples were hard and puckered, the coolness of the water seeing to that as I tried to wrap my hands around each one, boy they were big. Jen smiled as I started squeezing and fondling, I assume she liked the feel just as I did. As I continued my manual exploration of those huge mammaries, I felt her grab my cock and give it a good squeeze. During the entire time, first Carly and me, and then the four of us had been here in the water, not a sexual thought had crossed my mind. Not until now... I squeezed the tits in my hand a bit harder, the feel of Jen pulling on my cock had aroused something in me. Maybe it was the grass from earlier or maybe the fact I was here with three beautiful naked women, but right now I couldn't give much thought to the reason, the blood was rushing to my cock and what went there had deprived my brain of what had previously been in that organ. Jen continued to stroke my hard cock, she was running her hand up and down it and pulling the head each time she got to the top, increasing the feel of pleasure I was experiencing. I was continuing to enjoy the feel of her tits in my hand, the nipples seemed even harder as she was working my shaft. My eyes had been closed for the past several minutes, but when I opened them I saw that Carly and Tamara were no longer in the water. I looked about and saw that they had gotten out, Carly was lying on the ground at the pool's edge, Tamara atop her and each was licking the other's pussy. My hard cock suddenly became my even harder cock, the sight of the two women pleasuring each other pushed my arousal even higher. Jen felt the difference, looked over her shoulder to see what her two friends were doing, and smiled before whispering in my ear "shall we join them?" At this point I wasn't able to form words, all I could do was try to shake my head yes as I continued to stare over her shoulder at the action happening on the edge of the pool. Jen pulled me by my cock until we were at the steps, and then we were climbing out to stand naked next to the other two women. All I could do was stand there and stare, the two of them seemed oblivious to our presence as they continued licking and sucking each other's pussies. I could hear the sighs and moans coming from each and had almost forgotten Jen's offer, but she soon reminded me by guiding me to one of the lounge chairs. She dropped the back down until it was now flat, instructing me to lie on the cushion. Still in a state of shock, I meekly followed her instructions and as I lay down, she climbed atop me again as the other two had done, her crotch was in my face and she was quickly sucking my cock. This was just too bizarre, but the feel of her soft lips and wet tongue sliding up and down my hard shaft soon took any logical thought from my brain, my only thought now was to get my mouth up against her wet pussy lips. I reached around and grabbed her by the ass, pulling the cheeks apart and forcing her hard against my face. I hadn't done a lot of pussy licking in my past, but enough so that I felt I was reasonably good at it. The first few licks gave me a taste of chlorine, but soon that disappeared as her pussy juices started flowing and I worked hard to touch every part of her pussy with my tongue. Jen started moaning around my cock, apparently she liked the feel of my tongue as I probed at her with it. I was trying to get it as deep into her pussy as possible, again pulling her lips far apart and stretching my tongue to its limit. I could feel her humping her pussy into my face, she apparently was getting aroused very quickly. I could feel her doing marvelous things to my cock with her lips and tongue, she was sliding up and down and nibbling on the head every once in a while. She was holding the base with her one hand and tickling my balls with her fingernails of the other as she continued her attention to my hard shaft. I knew what she was waiting for and I did not want to let her wait any longer, I moved away from her pussy lips and slid a little farther up to the top, finding her hard clit ready and waiting for me. I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue around it, around and around in smaller circles until I found the tip with my tongue and pressed hard against it. She humped even harder, wanting that contact and I could hear her moans increasing in volume and frequency. Each time she moaned I could feel the vibrations through my cock, and that was bringing me closer and closer to my own climax, something that would happen very quickly I had no doubt. As I continued to lick and suck at her clit, I could feel her trembling and her mouth on my cock was becoming more erratic. Even in my limited experience with women I knew she was close to her orgasm, something I desperately wanted her to reach before I did. I put a little extra effort into the sucking and licking I was doing to her clit, and then let go her ass cheeks with one of my hands and slid two fingers into her now wet and dripping pussy. She screamed around my cock, her body convulsing and I knew I was close but before I had a chance to think about it she pushed her middle finger up my ass and started massaging my prostate which sent me over the edge almost immediately. I lost all track of what I was doing, the only thing I was aware of was that hot feel deep in my loins as I shot jet after jet of hot semen into her mouth which she seemed to be swallowing eagerly. I wasn't sure how she would be capable of such coordination since her pussy was shuddering convulsively as she lay atop my face. I don't know how long I kept shooting, it felt like forever. We lay there each coming down from the sexual high, Jen still atop me and gently sucking and licking at my cock, although there was no way it would respond. She too had slowed her shuddering and trembling, now each of us getting closer to normal. As we lay there, Carly and her friend Tamara gave us a round of applause. I was a bit startled at the sound, but with Jen lying atop me couldn't do much at this point. I vaguely remember hearing what I thought might have been their own climaxes occurring but at that moment I was too busy working on Jen's pussy to register it in my mind. Jen pulled off my cock as she looked at her two friends, offering "thanks, but it was nothing." "We thought it was something, didn't we Carly?" Her raven haired friend asked with a laugh. "It looked like something to me." Carly answered. We were all sweaty from our exertion, it didn't take long before we were back in the water and gliding around again. Any thoughts I might have had about other people seeing us had totally vanished, I now felt comfortable in the water and took the opportunity to do a little tit exploring of my own, checking out Tamara for the first time, and getting reacquainted with Carly's tits. Neither seemed to mind, and after a while we decided to get out for a bit. As we were sitting on the edge of the pool, Tamara got up and went into the shadows before coming back with a bottle of tequila. "Shall we do shots?" She asked, each of her two friends nodding enthusiastically, although I had never been a big fan of tequila myself. She poured a shot and handed the glass to Carly who downed it in a single gulp, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "You forgot the salt and lemons again didn't you." She busted on her friend. "What can I say, you know me." The next shot went to Jen who followed Carly's lead and downed hers just as quickly, grinning as the Amber liquid burned its way down her throat and into her belly. I was waiting for my turn, but Tamara took it for herself, soon I was the only one who had not yet had a chance. That changed as she poured me a shot, indicating it was now my turn as the other women all looked expectantly. Here goes nothing I thought before putting the glass to my lips and swallowing it just as the other three had done. It did burn as it went down my throat and I managed to choke a little bit, but quickly regained my composure as I handed the glass back to her. "Let's make this a little more interesting. You got another shot glass over there with you Tam?" Carly started, before Tam had a chance to offer her another shot. "Sure, what did you have in mind?" "Go get the shot glass and I'll show you..." Carly said giggling and licking her lips at whatever thought she was contemplating at the moment. Tamara got up and went into the shadows where she and Jen had left whatever they brought with them, returning shortly with another shot glass. "OK, now we have two shot glasses. What's the plan?" Tamara asked, Jensen and I equally as curious although neither of us voiced our thoughts. "Mac is fascinated with Jen's tits, I thought we'd give him a chance to look at them some more." She said cryptically. "He's been staring at them ever since we got here, how is he going to look at them even more?" Jen wondered. "We're going to put a shot of tequila on each of your tits." Carly said, again not explaining any further. "How the hell do you expect to do that?" Tamara asked. Right now I was stunned and not even involved in the conversation. "She's going to be lying flat on her back..." Carly elaborated, although not much more. "OK, Jen's lying on her back with a shot of tequila on each of her tits, just what are you expecting?" Tamara asked. "This is the fun part. Mac is going to be fucking her and we'll see just how long they stay there." Carly giggled.