Truly,if all I could do was fuck...I would. I've been told during conversations, that this is typical of men. However, I am female. I've also been told, that being as sexually active as I am, makes you a slut. Well then, let me re-introduce myself. I'm a slut, and proud of it. I love sex. I have an extreme love and appreciation for the human body, male and female alike. I'm not kinky, I am the kink. Truly, there is not much you could do that would freak me out. Well, those 2 girls 1 cup videos freak me out, but anything else is fine. I love to spend a lot of time with my friends and family. This weekend for example, was awesome. It was three ish on last Friday afternoon, when a good friend of mine showed up, we'll refer to her as "Mandi". Shortly after, strolled in my boyfriend, "Scene Guy". After a quick make out session we took a short little stroll down the street to our mutual friend, Stoner Girl's house, and all sat in her room, laughing and talking. Scene Guy and I were laying on Stoner girls bed, forcing her to take up residence in a nearby leather chair, and putting Mandi on the floor. My trendy but not bank breaking cell phone kept ringing, monotonous angry tones, because even though its mp3 compatible, I'm too lazy to put music on it. Scene Guy's younger brother, "Trendsetta" calling to talk to his ' big sis ' which he so sweetly refers to his big brothers girlfriend of 6 whole months.
" What!? " I screamed lovingly.
" I'm at -local pizza place- Meet me at the bridge. " he begged.
" No. " *Click.*
*Ring.*
" Please? " he begs further.
"
Fine, call when you're there. " I reply and hang up again, having no intention of going back out in the rain until he was damn close. About
fifteen more minutes of making out between me and Scene Guy. Fifteen more minutes of bitching about it being her bed, from the Stoner Girl.
And about fifteen more sad attempts at being interesting by my friend, Mandi. The phone screamed at me again and I didn't bother answering it.
Just got up, re-adjusted my clothes, and started walking. I donned sunglasses and a hood to hide from the drizzling rain. I truly love the rain, just not on a good hair day with nice make up. Needless to say, I was frustrated. We all walked for about 5 minutes, down to the end of Stoner Girl's street, and took a left, giggling the whole way about silly things,
playful insults and the like. An ominous figure emerged at the dreary car wash ahead of us, completely empty due to the weather. A quick introduction between Trendsetta and the girls, though he claimed to have met Stoner Girl before, and we began our walk back. Once back at Stoner Girls house, our flirtatious single girls began to mess with Trendsetta,
teasing him and asking him to lift up his shirt. Which was when we noticed that he and his brother wore the same brand of underwear, which
we all had a good laugh about. You know, the days escape me, and I cant remember why, but the boys somehow lost their shirts, and were claiming
we needed to even it up. Being the exhibitionist I am, mine was off first. A comfortable confident one, Mandi's was off next. Reluctantly followed by Stoner Girls, though I think it was just delayed reaction time. Trendsetta started to get antsy and skittish about getting down to his skivvies in front of three girls and his brother, but said that he would feel more comfortable at my house, where the alcohol was. Stoner Girl quickly agreed, and alcoholic Mandi followed. So we all scrambled to get dressed and nearly jogged back to my place, eager to see where this strange little game of ours was going to go. I wonder if anyone but me looked at our situation with a smile, and saw the whole night play out ahead of them.
Grabbing as much alcohol from the kitchen as we could muster, mostly half empty bottles from the few nights before when my brother was in town, we ended with a bottle of Jägermeister, a bottle of Vodka, and another bottle of Bacardi rum. I made strawberry champagne and orange juice mimosas, which were surprisingly delicious. The girls had those to start, and then took shots like sailors, one after another. Scene boy and I chose not to drink, thinking it would be wise to have a few of the group sober, and knowing how open we were with our relationship. We also figured we didn't need to get drunk to have a good night, if you know what I mean.
With me and scene boy leading the pack, back in our native habitat we quickly shed our clothes. He was giving me some mind blowing oral mixed with fingers and had his free hand down his boxer briefs. When Stoner Girl finally saw what we were doing, I think it somehow inspired her to take about 10 more consecutive shots in order to make herself available for such a situation with Trendsetta, with minimal guilt in the morning due to her boyfriend The Nazi. After remembering the goal of the scenery change, Mandi and Stoner Girl both drunkenly attempted to strip Trendsetta, whom with the slightest of their touches, became hard through his pants. Now obviously a bit more confident about shedding them, the clothes were lost on the floor. " So which brother is bigger? " my genius friend Mandi dared to ask, having seen my boyfriends dick more than once before, and having heard the controversial arguments that ensued when one of the brothers claimed to be more skilled in the bedroom, or well endowed.
With dick in hand, Trendsetta walked around to the side of the bed Scene Boy and I were on. He looked down at Scene Boy and shrugged suggestively. Scene Boy rolled over, and pushed his boxer briefs down, sliding his hand around his dick as well, and looked up at the three girls, obviously dubbed the judges. We all started giggling insanely. I laughed so hard I could barely breath. " Are you kidding me? All I've heard for the past 6 months is how much bigger one of you is, or how well endowed the other isn't. All you two have done is make fun of each other. You're exactly the same fucking size. EXACTLY! " we all laughed some more and Stoner Girl, began making out with Mandi on the floor after their giggle fit. I couldn't help but join. Two beautiful girls, drunk, it was as good as it gets. As awkward as the situation could have been, with the two brothers left naked side by side on the bed, with huge hard ons, they took it well. Though, my grandmother could have been jerking me off, but if there were three hot naked guys kissing on the floor in front of me, I wouldn't have noticed. Bored and quick to the point, Trendsetta, almost having lost his hard on with the lack of interest in him specifically, grabbed Stoner Girl out of our little circle of love, and brought her up on the bed to hint at a blow job.
By hinting, he politely shoved her head down to his groin, roughly pushed his dick in her mouth and used her hair to get her started. I don't think she cared though, she was pretty smashed at that point.
Everyone was, even the supposed to be sober ones.
Seeing this made me move back up onto my bed, and quickly to my Scene Boy's side. Mandi started kissing Trendsetta, and after a while, her and Stoner Girl traded places. I used my mouth for a while to get my boy over his "stage fright" which we had experienced before during threesomes, and another five some which had occurred previously. Basically, he's just afraid that the others are judging him, though with the use of my tongue, and some soft words of encouragement, inhibitions were smashed to bits. Soon after he was on top of me making me scream. I wouldn't say its his size, because he's average though extremely adequate, but something about the way he holds himself above me, and flexes that very toned body that just brings me to orgasm, absolutely every time. I was near that point already when he pulled out, flopped down and grabbed my hips, picking me up and rolling me on top. I sighed frustrated, but moved positions quickly, watching the happenings directly beside us interestedly. Mandi moved to make out with Scene Boy, and he didn't even protest that she might taste like his brothers dick, I laughed silently at this.
Stoner Girl will from now on be referred to as Drunk Girl, because she was wasted. Drunk Girl coughed and choked a bit on Trendsettas dick and moved to take yet another shot. As Mandi leaded me with her eyes to allow her a chance at my boy, I slid off and moved to my right. Kneeling between Trendsettas knees and using my mouth at the same time as Drunk Girls hand, he attempted to grab a hold of my hair, still tied up in its pony tail holder from earlier. I moved up beside him while Scene Boy's eyes were closed from the obvious pleasure he was getting from Mandis mouth. Trendsetta let go of my hair while I sat up to pull its tie out, he asked for me to be on top, and have him. He had expressed openly to me in the kitchen earlier, that he knew what his brother and I did on the weekends. Constantly inviting friends of ours into our bedroom, and he tried to make himself present this time, in order to have a chance with me that his brother couldn't kill him for. I had known that he was jealous of his brother, and that he had a crush on me, but I assumed that's all it was. A crush.
I nodded and moved on top of him, keeping my gaze averted to my right, away from Scene Boy's wide open eyes. Though younger, and a little less experienced, Trendsetta was just as good as his big brother Scene Boy, in completely different ways. Trendsetta tried harder, and the effort showed. However, in six months, I had honed Scene Boy to do everything I wanted, how I liked it. After what seemed like forever, and Drunk Girl taking Mandis place with Scene Boy, I finally asked Trendsetta if he would finish anytime soon. He shook his head, claiming that once
he'd been drinking, it was almost impossible to get him to finish. I saw Scene Boy nod, and we both knew that this was true for him as well. Having finished twice over, and almost useless on top, I dropped myself between them and laid soft butterfly kisses between heavy panting breaths on Scene Boy's shoulder, recuperating.
Drunk Girl moved to try to go back to sucking Trendsettas dick, but settled for teaming up with Mandi on Scene Boy again when Trendsetta shoved my legs apart and started eating me out. I knew this bothered Scene Boy, at least a little, because he turned enough towards me that the girls could no longer reach his dick, and it rested still throbbing hard against my stomach. Too close for comfort, Trendsetta retreated back to his harem of girls, letting Mandi ride cowgirl and eating out Drunk Girl, who used the wall to hold herself up. I was pulled back on
top, and Scene Boy swung his legs off the side of the bed, to a full sitting position with my writhing in his lap at how deep inside me this pushed him. I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders and he gripped my thighs and ass as he fluidly stood. I gasped but kissed his cheek and wrapped my legs tight around him, using his body to push myself up and down on him until we both screamed, each cuming together, rare for us, but amazing.
The night really wound down when Drunk Girl passed out completely in the bathroom, and Scene Boy had to carry her back into my bedroom, position her head on a towel so she wouldn't puke everywhere, nor choke on anything coming up. I'm pretty sure that Trendsetta finished up with Mandi while that went on, because they were in underwear and passed out on my bed when we got that taken care of. Scene Boy and I hit the shower, and as interesting as it was, I think I'll elaborate on that situation another time, since shower sex is my all time favorite.
As we were drying off, kissing and laughing about some of the things drunk girl had said, done, or fallen over, he looked at me and smiled. I asked then, " What? " and he kissed me and said, " I guess the way to your heart Nikita, is through your vag." and then he walked out of the bathroom, into the hall, wrapped in a black towel, and still dripping wet on his shoulders and back. Oh yes, yes it is.
And for figuring that out, I might just keep him around for a while longer.
The best you'll never have.
