****** Pickup by Clark St John ******
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Pickup


Beverly and Mark had been married for three years after dating steady for eight
years. Mark was now twenty-five and Beverly had just turned twenty-two. He was
the only one she had ever had sex with, although several boys had tried,
beginning as early as the sixth grade. A few had managed to get a feel of her
very ample breasts, and one had even managed to get a hand in her panties, but
that was her only sexual experience until she met Mark. Her parents didn't
approve of her dating a boy three years older, but finally gave in to her
continued pleas after she made them aware that he was the brother of a friend
of hers who lived in the same neighborhood. Their initial disapproval of Mark
soon vanished as he used his boyish charm to seduce them, convincing both her
parents that he was the "all-American" ideal, high school athlete, active
church-goer, clean and moral.

Mark had everyone fooled, for beneath his nice-boy exterior he was completely
the opposite, always on the prowl for another conquest and usually successful
at his attempts to make it' with every girl he fancied. And he fancied Beverly
the very first time he saw her. She was not only pretty, but had a well-
developed body for a fourteen-year-old, a body that would easily compete with
any Playboy model. Her short, blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes accentuated
her dimpled cheeks and full lips, looks that easily made her the most sought-
after girl in her Junior High class. Beverly didn't understand the reasons for
her popularity, refusing to believe friends' comments about her good looks,
always unpretentious, never conceited. This was most likely because Beverly was
the classic example of the dumb blonde'. She had the face and the body that
made boys drool, but frankly, Beverly was a little slow upstairs. It took a lot
of effort on her part with a lot of assistance from her parents for her to
barely pass each grade. She was easy pickings for Mark, something he sensed
when he first met her, and it was a mere three dates before he managed to get
in her pants.

Mark was able to fondle her breasts freely on their very first date and had her
completely undressed on their second date at the local drive-in theater. Her
immediate infatuation with the older boy made Beverly eager to please him in
any way she could and his sexual advances were mere flattery to her. Her
infatuation quickly turned to teenage love and in a very short time, she became
completely obsessed with the popular high school star. Mark took full advantage
of Beverly's obsession, quickly changing her from the innocent virgin she had
been into his sex toy, willing to do anything he wished, wherever he wished.
She thought that putting his cock in her mouth was dirty and obscene when he
first told her to do it, but she soon became an expert cock-sucker, pleased
that Mark enjoyed it so much. She didn't even pretend to resist the first time
Mark fucked her in the ass, complaining only that it made her feel like she had
to used the bathroom. Their dates became no more than sex outings, Mark driving
straight to various lovers lanes or any convenient place to get his rocks off
with the pretty girl. On occasions Mark would take Beverly to a drive-in
theater if there was a movie showing that he wanted to see, but even then he
usually had her suck his cock while he watched the movie. Beverly didn't seem
to mind, happy to just be with the boy she was so deeply in love with.

Mark continued to date Beverly during the year he worked full time after
graduating from high school, using her delightful body every chance he got
unless another conquest was available. Beverly believed that Mark was faithful
to her and, much to the dismay of boys at her school, rejected every other boy
who approached her for a date.

The following year Mark left for college and a new lifestyle. He and Beverly
corresponded and phoned each other on a regular basis and when Mark would come
home during different holidays, the two were inseparable. Although Mark was
getting plenty of ass at school, he was insatiable and Beverly was a convenient
lay, easy and accessible. Beverly's love for Mark was so deep that she didn't
even consider going out with someone else, happy to wait for the man she
planned to marry to come home for a couple days or a week, ecstatic when he was
home for the summer. Mark had used the marriage gambit a few times to keep
Beverly on the hook and before he knew it, their marriage had become a planned
event, with her parents treating him as their son-in-law, even talking about
the grandchildren they expected. Mark had always felt he could easily get out
of the threat of getting married whenever he wanted, but after graduating from
college, the marriage snowball became an avalanche and before Mark knew it, he
was married. Actually, Mark could have shown his true colors and dumped
Beverly, but he would have had to leave town to avoid her father's wrath. The
big Dutchman wasn't someone to piss off and besides, being married to Beverly
had it's advantages. For one thing, her parents were fairly wealthy and they
showered the newlyweds with some pretty expensive gifts, including a new,
three-bedroom house complete with swimming pool, a sports car, and a cushy job
for Mark at his father-in-law's business. After looking at the pros and cons,
Mark felt he had made the right choice. Sure, he didn't love his wife, but she
was devoted to him, a real beauty at the age of eighteen, and he would never
have to worry about who wore the pants in their house, as subservient as
Beverly was to him.

Mark soon learned that marriage was an entirely different relationship than
dating and he quickly became bored with the sex he had with Beverly. He could
use her body however he desired, but he missed the occasional fling of elicit
sex he experienced throughout high school and college. It was difficult for
Mark to get out by himself to even find a different challenge, let alone having
a chance to get some strange pussy. The situation made Mark begin to experiment
with different scenarios to enhance the sex he had with Beverly. It began
simply enough, with Mark calling home and telling Beverly to be waiting for him
with nothing but high heels on. That spiced things up a little, but Mark soon
tired of that game and turned to renting adult videos, he and Beverly watching
them together and then acting out some of the scenes. Mark began to fantasize
over some of the videos, imagining himself and Beverly doing the same things as
the actors. He would tell Beverly of his fantasies while they fucked, insuring
her that they were only fantasies when, in his own mind, he had a deep desire
to act them out, to make them real. He knew she would do anything he desired in
private and with just him, but at the same time, he knew that Beverly would
adamantly oppose any attempt to actually do some of the things pictured in the
videos. It seems that Beverly had gained some inner strength after they were
married, not even hesitating to let Mark know when she disapproved of
something, quick to tell him no' when she wanted, no longer fearful of losing
him.

One warm, summer evening after they had eaten and Beverly had cleaned up the
kitchen, Mark suggested "hey, honey, why don't we drive downtown or just drive
around like we used to? There's nothing on the boob tube tonight, so why don't
we just get out of the house for awhile?"

Beverly immediately liked the idea. "Sure, that sounds good. It has been a long
time since we just drove around town." She thought a minute, then added, "let
me change first. I don't want to go anywhere in these ragged shorts." Mark
nodded agreement, knowing how Beverly was about going out anywhere dressed
shabbily, usually preferring to wear a dress and heels when they went downtown.

Mark whistled appreciatively when Beverly came out of the bedroom. He was glad
she took the time to change. She was a knockout! Beverly had decided to wear
her green sheath dress, the one that hugged her shapely form like a second
skin, accentuating every delicious curve of her body. Mark had always liked her
in that dress and had been the primary reason Beverly had purchased it. The
neck fastened tightly around her smooth neck in an oriental collar with just a
small slit in the front that barely revealed the crevice between her creamy
breasts. The bodice tightened to her skin from just under her breasts and down
over her curvy hips before loosening slightly around her thighs, ending just
six inches above her knees, revealing the most perfect kneecaps any woman would
envy. Mark liked the zipper on the side that held the dress tight to Beverly's
waist, often unzipping it and slipping his hand inside and then under her
panties. He found it was convenient for getting a feel in a movie without
pulling up her dress hem and would get Beverly to remove her panties before
they left the house, leaving her sexily bare beneath the silken material.

Beverly smiled at Mark's whistled compliment and turned slowly around, giving
Mark the full view of her sexy body. "Do I look okay?"

"Baby, you always look okay, but in that dress, you look spectacular!" Mark ran
his eyes up and down her body and was pleased to not see any hint of panties
beneath the dress, although he wasn't sure if was because Beverly knew he liked
her to go without panties or if it was because the silken material always
showed the panty line, even with panty hose, which Beverly didn't like to wear
or need to, with her tanned legs.

The small town was nearly deserted when they arrived, even though it was only
eight-thirty on a Saturday. The town only had two movie theaters, one hamburger
diner, and little else other than a few scattered bars. Still, there wasn't any
town within fifty miles that provided more, so it was where most young people
came for entertainment. Mark and Beverly had seen both movies playing at the
theaters, and she wanted to window shop at the closed stores, so Mark pulled up
beside one store and parked. When they got out of the car, Mark noticed that
their car was the only one on the block, although he could see some cars in the
next block in front of the town's single hotel. He followed Beverly into the
large alcove of the store as she paused to look at different clothes displayed
on mannequins, commenting on one garment and then another, expressing her
desire for one pair of shoes on display.

All during Beverly's browsing, Mark stood behind her with his arms around her
waist, his crotch pressing against her ass, playfully kissing the back of her
neck a few times, even letting his hands roam over her belly or sneaking
upwards to grab a breast. The feel of her body and the excitement of touching
her on a public street was beginning to make Mark horny, the bulge in his
crotch becoming quite obvious while Beverly teasingly tried to push his hands
away.

Beverly finally saw all that the clothing store had to offer and moved on to
the next store, Mark beside her, his arm around her waist with his hand
drooping downward to feel her muscular butt as she walked. As they stopped in
front of the jewelry store, a car drove past slowly, the driver clearly staring
at the pretty blonde in the green dress. It was then that Mark got the idea to
play out a fantasy, "did you see that guy, Bev? Man, he was really staring at
you."

Bev looked down the street at the disappearing car, "no, I didn't see him,
honey. I wonder why he was staring?"

She could be so naive, Mark thought, then replied, "only blind men wouldn't
stare at you, baby. And you look so-o-o sexy in that dress!"

Bev blushed, loving the compliment while denying it. "Oh, don't be silly! I'm
not sexy and he probably wasn't even looking at me."

"Yes he was," Mark countered. "I'll bet you that pair of shoes you liked that
he was."

Always game, Bev jumped at the chance to win a pair of shoes, "okay. Now, how
are you going to prove it?"

Mark was sure the young man he saw staring at Beverly would be back if for no
other reason than to make sure he was seeing things, so he explained, "easy.
I'll go across the street and stay out of sight so that if he comes back, he'll
think you're alone and slow down to look or even stop." Mark spotted the
glitter of her wedding rings and added, "come to think of it, you better let me
hold your rings. Any guy see them, they'll just keep going."

Beverly didn't like the idea of removing her rings, but she knew Mark was
probably correct, so she begrudgingly worked them off her finger and handed
them to him. "You better not lose them, Mark. I feel naked without my rings."

Mark laughed as he dropped the rings in his pocket, "hmm, now that would be one
sure way of getting a guy to stop."

"Oh, you!" Bev playfully stomped her foot at Mark's foolishness then asked,
"what am I supposed to do, look like I'm looking at jewelry or should I be
walking?"

Mark spoke over his shoulder as he stepped into the street, "just look at the
things in the window, but be turned so he can see your face." Mark hurried
across the street, certain that the driver would be back soon or that someone
would be cruising around as guys often did on Saturday nights as they looked
for chicks to pick up. He slipped into the narrow space between two buildings
directly across the street from where Beverly stood. The gap was no more than
two feet wide and Mark could see that by stepping back a couple feet he would
be completely out of sight and still be able to watch Beverly. They waited five
minutes and then ten, but no one drove down the street. Beverly turned to look
across the street where she had seen Mark disappear and lifted her arms and
shoulders in a silent question, obviously wondering what she was to do. Mark
stepped out of the shadows so she could see him and made a motion for her to
stay there for a few more minutes. He stepped back into the building shadows
just as the same car that had passed earlier came into view and pulled up
beside the store where Bev stood. Mark could see the driver lean over to the
passenger side of the car and say something to Beverly and, to his complete
surprise, she walked to the side of his car and bent over to speak, her head
partially in the car. Mark's heart began to pound with excitement, a strange
feeling flooding over him, as he watched as the two appeared to be holding a
conversation. At one time he would have gone into a jealous rage, but now he
found that the very thought that a stranger was obviously attempting to pick up
his wife was actually turning him on. He felt the precum leak into his
undershorts as he envisioned his beautiful Beverly with another man. Images
from some of the adult videos flashed through his mind, but the women in the
images were now his Bev. Mark's breathing became heavier, deeper, as he
realized this could be the opportunity to actually experience his fantasy of
sharing his wife with another man. He took one more deep breath before slipping
out of the shadows and starting across the street, his eyes studying the man in
the car as the two talked, oblivious to the approaching Mark.

He heard Bev's cute laugh as he stepped up on the sidewalk just as she turned
and saw him. Mark walked up to Bev and her heard her tell the man in the car
"this is my boyfriend. See? I told you I was waiting for him."

Good girl, Mark thought, make the guy think you're waiting for your boyfriend.
Sometimes Beverly could be very clever. Not bright, but clever in her own way.
Mark bent over and looked in the car and saw that the guy Beverly had been
talking to was about his own age. The guy was immediately apologetic, suddenly
fearful after seeing the size of Beverly's boyfriend'. "Hey, man, everything's
cool. Hope you don't mind me talking to her. We met at the Dairy Queen some
time ago and I just thought I'd say hi."

Mark dismissed the lie, knowing that Beverly had never been to the local teen
hangout since they were married, but he didn't let on, "no sweat, man. I don't
care who she talks to." Mark stuck out his hand to show he wasn't threatening,
"my name is Rick," he lied, "what's yours?"

The driver of the car took his hand, wincing slightly at Rick's strong grip,
"Bob. My name is Bob. Glad to meet you."

Mark asked as though making conversation, "so, whatcha' up to, Bob? Find any
action in this town?"

"Oh, I was just driving around," Bob explained. "Things are really dead where I
live, so I thought I'd check things out here. But even the Dairy Queen is dead
tonight. Where is everybody?"

"Guess they're at the movies," Mark opined. "Sometimes it gets like this. A guy
can't find any fun." He appeared to be thinking for a moment, then suggested,
"say, seeing as how you're just driving around, why don't we ride with you?
Maybe we can find some fun."

Bob beamed at the suggestion, animatedly leaning across the seat as he
answered, "you bet! That sounds like a good idea. Maybe you can show me
something about this town that I don't know."

Mark grasped the door handle and pulled it open, beckoning for Beverly to get
in first. She eagerly sat down on the leather seat and slid over next to Bob as
Mark got in the car, proud to be seated between two good-looking men. As Bob
pulled the car away from the curb, he leaned forward so he could see around
Beverly and asked, "where to, Rick? I don't know this area all that well."

"Go two blocks and take a left," Mark advised. "Let's head out to the beach.
Might be something going on out there."

Bob did as Mark said, and once they were on the broad boulevard heading to the
beach, Mark queried, "so, Bob, you say you met Bev at the Dairy Queen?"

"Yeh," Bob lied, "but that was months ago. We just talked a little and I
thought I recognized her when I saw her at that jewellery store."

"Hey, a lot of guys want to talk to Bev. She attracts guys like bees to honey."
Mark was trying to relax Bob with small talk, wanting him to feel at ease while
he planned how he was going to get Bev to give them both a little fun. After a
minute, Mark thought of an opening. "Was she wearing shorts when you met her?"

Bob shook his head and compounded his lie, "naw, she was wearing jeans, I
think."

Mark sounded disappointed for what Bob had missed, "man, you missed seeing the
best looking legs there is, then. They're something!" Mark didn't wait for a
reply but spoke quickly to Bev, "show him your legs, baby. Let Bob see what he
missed."

Bev laughed embarrassingly, "oh, you men! Always wanting to look at a girl's
legs!" Despite her playful picking, Bev pulled her dress hem up to the middle
of her thighs and stretched her legs out under the big Buick's dashboard.

Bob immediately expressed his approval of Bev's shapely legs as his eyes darted
from the road and back again and again to her outstretched limbs, admiring the
tanned curving flesh, "gosh, they are nice. Fantastic, really. You've got
really nice legs, Bev."

Bev giggled at the attention to her lower anatomy, "oh, they aren't that
special. Just legs. I don't see why you guys make such a fuss over a girl's
legs."

Mark leaned in front of Bev and gripped the hem of the dress on each side as he
chided, "aww, c'mon, Bev, show some leg! That's not enough to show Bob just how
beautiful they are. Raise up," he directed. Bev lifted her hips slightly and
Mark quickly slid the dress up under her ass, the hem barely covering her
crotch. He sat back and commented, "there, that's more like it. Now he can see
what they really look like."

Bob glanced down at Bev's legs again and whistled, "jeez, Bev, I bet you're
something in a bathing suit."

Mark agreed, "yeh, she sure is. Even in those one-piece suits she wears." He
placed one hand on Bev's thigh just above the knee. "Not only do they look
good, but she has the smoothest skin, too. Like a baby's behind." Mark stroked
the soft skin for a moment and then invited Bob, "feel it, Bob. It's so soft
and smooth."

Bob hesitantly placed his hand on Bev's other leg opposite Mark's stroking
hand, his fingers lightly touching the inside of Bev's thigh. "Mmm, that is
soft," he admitted. "Like velvet."

Mark began stroking Bev's leg higher up the inside of her thigh, "yeh, and it
gets even softer the higher up you go." His words were encouragement to Bob as
Bob's hand followed up the other leg, the two men now stroking her sensitive
skin at the middle of her rounded thighs. Bev giggled again embarrassingly
until Mark put his arm around her shoulders and turned her face to his, then
lightly brushed her full lips with his before planting his mouth on her's and
working his tongue inside her warm mouth to be met with her dancing tongue.
Mark kissed Bev passionately and long, heated by the thrill of letting another
man enjoy her softness, while his hand moved up and down her thigh, his light
touch sending chills up and down Bev's spine, her legs opening imperceptibly
until her knees were pressed against those of the two men on each side of her.
Their touch was a tickle at first but soon became the spark that ignited the
fire deep within her body and Bev felt her pussy juices flow down her love
passage to wetten the enclosing lips, lips beginning to blossom with the
passion building within her. Mark stretched his thumb out at right angles to
his hand on one stroke up Bev's heating thigh and let the tip just lightly
brush against her opening pussy lips, then quickly withdrew, teasing her
sensitive flesh. He knew how that touch affected Bev, often being all it took
to turn her into a sex-crazed nympho, and he repeated the move a few times
before placing his hand on Bob's and sliding the surprised man's hand up Bev's
thigh to the moistening crotch. The meeting of his hand with her pussy caused
an immediate response in both as Bev began to thrash her tongue in Mark's mouth
and Bob gasped in surprise and delight at finding the beautiful girl wasn't
wearing any panties. His fingers began to eagerly explore Bev's snatch, sliding
easily around the well-lubricated secret folds, dipping inside her, the
tightness of her vagina squeezing his penetrating finger in convulsive moves as
her chest began to heave with her building passion.

Mark lifted her right leg and draped it over his, spreading her legs even
wider, then he moved his hand to her breasts and began to tease at the clothed
nipples, feeling them hardening beneath his touch as he continued to kiss her
soft, seeking mouth with more urgency than he had ever known. The touch of two
men on her body fuelled Bev's lust, her desire surfacing as she moaned beneath
Mark's kisses. Mark used his free hand to lower the zipper on Bev's left side
and then undid the clasp at the back of her dress before briefly separating
their lips while he slid her dress up her body and then over her head. Bev
eagerly assisted the removal of her dress by raising her arms as Mark pulled it
over her arms. She hungrily sought his mouth again as Mark unfastened her bra
and pulled it off, her moans of pleasure becoming almost frantic as Bob
continued to finger her dripping pussy as he drove with one hand on the
steering wheel. Mark took Bev's right hand and placed it on the bulge in his
pants, then pushed her left arm towards Bob's crotch. In her heated state, Bev
didn't need any further direction as her slender fingers began to massage both
men's cocks through their pants, gradually working the bulges into upright
tubes of hard meat resting against their bellies, her hands rubbing up and down
the length of each, only pausing to momentarily squeeze.

All three had been too involved to notice that they had arrived at the beach
several minutes before. Bob had noticed because he had to turn left when the
boulevard intersected the beach highway, but after that, he paid scant notice
to his surroundings, permitting the car to head aimlessly northward, often
weaving across the traffic lanes as he took his eyes off the road to drink in
the beauty of the girl he was fingering. When Mark had removed her breasts and
bra, Bob had all he could do to keep the car on the road as he swerved
dangerously across the highway. Revealed before him in all her splendor was
undoubtedly the most beautiful body he had ever seen. Bev's full breasts with
their hardened pink nipples staring straight ahead equalled any he had seen,
even in adult magazines. The way her flat stomach cascaded with white flesh
down to her soft, tawny pubic hair, the rounded curve of her hips sloping to
her firm, tanned thighs, was enough to make any man drool, and here he was with
his fingers buried deep in the beauty's pussy. Bob couldn't believe his good
fortune and took full advantage of the incredible moments, never wanting it to
end.

Mark was the first to face the realization that they had to find a place to
stop, his nuts bursting with an over-supply of cum. He remembered a dirt road
that led off the highway onto the beach a couple of miles past the last beach
hotel and directed Bob to it. The dirt road made a sharp turn behind a stand of
trees and brush a short distance from the highway and was completely out of
sight from the road. He had brought Beverly to the deserted spot a few times
when they first started dating and wasn't sure if it was still accessible, so
he was relieved to see that this was one area of the beach that hadn't
attracted developers. He had Bob pull on around the bushes and turn off the
lights, then immediately turned in his seat with his back to the door and
unzipped his pants. Mark pulled out his rock-hard cock and, without a word,
pulled Bev's face down to his crotch. He moaned as her mouth enveloped his
aching meat without any hesitation, her sexual hunger evident in the way she
sucked Mark's cock while he leaned against the door with his eyes half-closed
in pleasure.

While Bev worked on his dick, Mark suggested to Bob, "give it to her doggy
style, Bob. Go ahead, fuck her." Bob didn't have to be told twice. He quickly
swung open his door and kneeled on the seat behind Bev, lifting her to her
knees with her white ass gleaming in the moonlight, her not missing a stroke as
she sucked Mark's prick. Bob worked between Bev's legs and in an instant had
his cock buried deep in her pussy, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. As
soon as Bob's cock entered her, Bev's body shuddered with the sweet chill that
enveloped her, broadcasting her first orgasm, and she pushed her ass back
against his penetrating rod, wanting to feel the fullness deep inside her.
Between Bev's wanton sucking of his cock and the eroticism of her being double-
teamed, Mark shot his load deep into her throat in a matter of minutes. The
release of his bottled-up cum had no effect on the stiffness of his cock,
however, and he let Bev continue to suck his dick while Bob fucked her for at
least another ten minutes before painting her insides with his cum.

Bob stayed kneeling behind her for a few minutes before pulling out and
standing outside the car. Mark took the opportunity to announce he was taking
Bob's place, "I'm ready for some pussy, now." He pushed Bev's head off his
cock, got out of the car and went around to where Bob stood, then got in behind
Bev, easily sliding his bigger and longer dick to the hilt up her pussy. Mark
began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, revelling in how stiff his cock
remained, every nerve in the column of meat transmitting sensations to his
brain as it rubbed against the folds of Bev's cunt channel. He felt that he
could fuck her hole for hours now that the strain on his nuts had been eased
and that was how he proceeded, taking his sweet time, feeling every inch of his
strokes in and out of Bev's clenching cunt.

Mark saw Bob approach Bev's head, his half-hard cock in his hand. "Want to suck
mine," Bob asked of her in a meek voice. Bev only shook her head, wanting to
reserve that part of herself for only Mark. Mark slapped her on her ass lightly
and ordered, "go ahead, baby, suck his cock while I fuck you." Bev obeyed and
opened her mouth as a signal to Bob that she would do as he requested. Bob sat
down and without further hesitation, Bev closed her mouth around his pussy-
juice-coated prick, then dutifully began to give Bob the best blow job he had
ever experienced. While she was busy sucking Bob's cock back to life, Mark
withdrew from her pussy and slid his dick up to her asshole, the tip covered
with the other man's cum, lubricating her tight hole. It took Mark one push
before his cock easily penetrated past her sphincter ring and disappeared up
her bowels. Bev grunted at the beginning of the intrusion, but quickly relaxed
as Mark reached under her and began to vigorously rub her clit up and down,
even rubbing her ass against his stomach as orgasms washed over her body.

Mark fucked Bev's ass for some time after Bob had cum in her mouth, finally
quitting his punishment of her loosened hole after he cum again and his dick
began to deflate. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to Bev
to clean up with as he got out of the car, stiff and tired from the seemingly
endless fucking of his pretty wife. Tired, but satisfied and pleased with
himself that he had been able to fulfil the fantasy. And from the looks of
things, he wasn't the only one pleased with how things had turned out. Bob was
leaning against the car in mock exhaustion, a broad grin on his face, still
shaking his head in disbelief, and Bev had rolled over on her back with her
sexy legs half out of the car, a very contented look on her face as she wiped
herself clean. After sharing a cigarette with Bob, the two of them got in the
front seat while Bev stayed in the back and dressed. On the drive back to town
the two men discussed between them, as though Bev was no longer in the car, how
great the experience had been, making promises that they'd have to get together
again. Bob kept saying his friends wouldn't believe him when he told them about
this night, to which Mark invited him to bring his friends along the next time.
They traded phone numbers before Bob left them standing where he had met them.

When Bev and Mark got in their car for the drive home, he asked, "well, baby,
did you enjoy it?"

Bev smiled big and slid over in the seat against him, murmuring a little
sleepily, "mm-hmm, I sure did. Let's do it again." Mark laughed at her honesty,
while visions of future sex parties played in his head. Things would never be
the same, he thought as he steered the car homeward.

The End


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