My St. Patric's Day Fantasy

March 16

Dear Diary,

OK, I've decided. In honor of my first St. Patrick's Day since turning 21, I'm finally going to do it. It's time to live the fantasy, rather than just, well, fantasizing. I can't tell anyone what I'm thinking of doing - I'd be too embarrassed - but maybe if I write out my plan in detail here in my diary, I'll have the courage to follow through.

It was about 10:30 when I finished furiously scribbling my fantasy - or rather, my plans for the next day - onto the pages of my diary. Normally I'd get up out of bed and slip my diary into its usual hiding place, but I was so tired after my long day at work, and felt myself drifting into a nice drowsy sleep...

Before I even realized I had fallen asleep, my alarm was going off the next morning. I usually pushed the snooze button a few times, but this particular morning I was eager to get the day started. I had gotten myself quite turned on by writing out my fantasy in detail, and I found myself still tingling with excitement. After a quick shower, I pulled together one of my usual conservative business-casual outfits that would get me through the work day - smiling to myself as I thought about how much differently I'd be dressed that evening. I quickly tidied up my room, and double-checked that my diary was safely stored away in its hiding place before joining my roommate in the kitchen for breakfast.

"Good morning, Christina," I greeted her as she handed me a cup of coffee.

"Hey, Kerry, how'd you sleep last night?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye which I wouldn't understand until later.

"Fine - thanks for the coffee!"

"You're welcome," she replied, sitting back down to her toast and newspaper.

I found myself thinking, as I did often, what a great roommate Christina was. We had actually known each other for several years - met in high school - but only recently got back in touch and decided to share an apartment. We were both 21, both holding down good jobs, had some great friends that we liked to hang out with, and could always commiserate about our failed attempts - so far- to find Mr. Right.

The only thing Christina didn't know about me was that I was about to live out a sexual fantasy with a complete stranger. I almost wanted to tell her, but was scared she might disapprove. As I watched her drinking her morning coffee and getting ready for work, I couldn't help but wonder what her fantasies might be. She was a petite but exotically beautiful woman - olive skin, long black hair, deep brown eyes, and stunning long legs. Really the opposite of me, I guess, with my classic Irish looks: red hair, green eyes, adorable freckles everywhere, and a curvy figure from my 36D breasts to my plump ass.

"OK," Christina startled me back into the moment, "I'm off to work - see you later."

My work day dragged on at a ridiculously slow pace as I sat in meetings unable to concentrate on anything but the evening I had planned. After what seemed like forever, I was finally back to my apartment. I stepped into my own room and closed the door, just in case Christina came home early. It was time. Time to transform myself from Kerry to Erin, the name I had decided to use when I picked up a strange man that evening. As I peeled off my clothes, I couldn't help but let my hands travel over my skin, pausing for a moment to cup one breast or brush past my clit - but wait, save it...

I chuckled when I remembered what I had thought of while sitting at my desk at work - 'Erin go Braless' - perfect for St. Patrick's Day! That decided it, no bra. It didn't take long to put on the skimpy outfit I had envisioned: tight Irish green v-neck t-shirt with no bra, a short denim mini skirt with no panties, and black heels. And the finishing touch - Kerry never wore make-up, but Erin was going to - red lipstick. I gasped as I looked in the mirror at the slut who was looking back at me! Exactly the look I was going for - so different. My nipples were already hard, poking painfully at the cotton of my t-shirt, and I could feel my naked and freshly shaven pussy getting hot and wet. But again I had to stop myself from getting too excited now - plenty of time for that later. Time to leave - before Christina sees me like this.

About 20 minutes later, the taxi dropped me off at O'Sullivan's, the bar I had carefully chosen for my adventure. It was a place I knew would be hopping for St. Patrick's Day, but also a place on the opposite side of town, where I knew nobody would recognize me.

As I strutted in, I was greeted by a hearty round of whistles, hoots, and hollers. I decided to get a beer and sit a the bar for a few minutes, scoping out the men who might be suitable for my little fantasy. The only open seat was next to another young woman, dressed pretty much like me, who obviously had similar plans for her evening! I didn't pay much attention to her, figuring there were plenty of available guys there and we could each find someone to meet our needs.

But then she spoke.

"So, Erin, you decided to go braless in honor of the holiday, huh?" I immediately recognized Christina's voice, and wasn't sure which I should do first: spit out my mouthful of beer, or fall off my barstool. Maybe both?

"Wha... Christina? What are you doing here? How did you...?"

"I didn't mean to scare you, Kerry - I'm sorry. But when I read about your hot fantasy in your diary, I didn't want to be left out!"

Embarrassed and then angry, I demanded to know just how often she was in the habit of reading my diary.

"Oh, no, I... it's not like that! Last night was the first time, I swear. When I was on my way past your room to mine last night, I could tell that you had fallen asleep with the light on. I came into your room to turn it off, and then thought I'd fold down the page of the book you were reading and put it on your nightstand. By the time I realized it was your diary and I shouldn't be reading it, I was too turned on to put it down!"

She then explained how she had quietly put my diary away, hoping I wouldn't notice, and proceeded to cancel her own St. Patrick's Day plans so that she could surprise me here at O'Sullivan's. She figured it'd be the best way to let me know I didn't need to keep fantasies like this a secret. On the contrary, she wanted to participate!

By this point, we were giggling together over the humor of the situation - two old friends realizing we shared the same fantasy of dressing like sluts to seduce a perfect stranger in a bar on St. Patrick's Day. We were so engrossed in our laughter, our beers, and in comparing our slutty outfits, that we hadn't noticed him. Hadn't noticed him watching us, stepping closer, and finally delivering the line that I'm sure he'd been practicing for a while: "You two hotties look pretty young to be in here - are you both just 21?" As we nodded, he followed up with the punch line: "Well, I'm 42. Do you think the two of you together could satisfy me?"

I quickly looked him up and down and decided he'd be perfect for the scenario I had in mind. An older man was just what I was hoping for - and this guy was hot! He obviously worked out regularly - or maybe he worked in construction or something, because he also had the kind of tan that didn't come from a tanning bed. He had short blond hair, sparkling blue eyes that were unabashedly roving all over our bodies, and it looked like he hadn't shaved that day - just the way I like it.

"I think we can give you what you're looking for! My name is Erin - Erin go Braless - at least for today."

"I can see that," he replied, reaching out and giving my right nipple a quick squeeze. "And you are?" he asked, turning his attention to Christina.

"You can call me Britney. And what shall we call you?"

"My name is Richard - but perhaps 'Dick' would be appropriate for the evening?"

"Perfect," I replied, "because our goal tonight was to meet a strange man and get to know his cock."

"Wow, sounds like a great plan to me," he said after gulping down the remainder of his beer. "You got somewhere we can go?"

"Yes, I have a room reserved in the hotel just down the street. Room 407 - here's the key. Why don't you go on ahead, make yourself comfortable, leave the door unlocked, and we'll meet you in just a few minutes."

We watched him walk out, and I turned to Christina to ask whether she was really, truly up for this adventure. Even though I was incredibly turned on, I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship. Before I could say anything, though, her lips were on mine, giving me a passionate kiss. I stiffened and almost pulled back, but then gave in to the moment. As we pulled apart, she smiled and said, "I know what you were going to ask - whether I'm OK with what we're about to do? If that kiss didn't answer your question, this should," and with that, she grabbed my hand and pulled it between her legs. I gasped as my fingers reached the hot wetness of her crotch, and she kissed me again. This time I really lost myself in the moment, shoving my tongue in her mouth and fingering her pussy, until I noticed how quiet the bar had gotten around us. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see every eye in the place eagerly feasting on the two sluts at the bar, and whispered to Christina, "I think it's time to get out of here, before we get more given to us than we had planned for."

I could feel all of those eyes stay on us as we slipped off our bar stools and walked towards the door. Just for the response she knew it would get, Christina slapped my ass as we walked through the door, making me squeal and eliciting a round of whistles from the bar patrons. They returned to their regularly scheduled St. Patrick's Day drinking, and we giggled as we ran out the door and down the block to the hotel.

Dick had done exactly as I instructed. The door to room 407 was closed but unlocked, and as we entered, I could see he had indeed made himself comfortable - he was buck naked on the bed! "You girls had better catch up - I've been waiting patiently. I know you're not wearing much, but how about the two of you give me a little striptease?"

Before either of us could answer, he picked up a remote control, pointed it across the room, and suddenly we had some soft, sexy music to dance to. This guy was just what I had hoped for - old enough to have some understanding of romance, and a little patience!

Christina and I started moving with the music until our bodies were pressed close together, and our hands began to explore, first over our clothes and then under. Our shirts were the first to go, as I could tell she wanted to feel her skin against mine just as much as I did. My breasts - plump and freckled - pressed against hers - perky and dark - and I saw her nipples for the first time. They were huge and already extremely hard and erect, and I couldn't help but bend down and suck them, first one and then the other. She let out a little moan as her hands struggled with the zipper of my mini skirt and then pulled it over my ass until it was free to slip to the floor.

I glanced towards the bed and could see that our little dance was starting to work on Dick - he was slowly stroking his now-hard cock in time with the music and the movement of our bodies. He gave me a look that I interpreted as 'hurry up and get over here,' so I quickly got Christina out of her skirt as well, and we were both now wearing nothing but our heels. I reached down to pull one of mine off, but Dick gently growled "No - just get over here," so we both made our way to the bed, the heels giving our naked bodies a sexy posture.

Luckily, I had reserved a suite with a king bed, so there was plenty of room for all of us. Funny, wonder what made me do that, since I didn't know it would be a threesome!

"Join me on the bed, girls," Dick instructed. "Erin, I want you to suck my cock. Britney, I want you to stay at the foot of the bed and entertain yourself for a while. Make sure I can see you, and I'll let you know when I want you to join us."

I climbed up on the bed and crawled on all fours until my mouth was directly over his hard cock. As I started to lick the tip and pull the first few inches of it into my mouth, he grabbed me by the ass and pulled me almost - but not quite - into a 69 position. He wanted access to my pussy, but he didn't want me to block his view of Christina. He used both hands to spread my legs apart, giving him full access to start finger-fucking my wet pussy. With the music still on, I started sucking his cock in time with the beat, and to my delight, his fingers started moving in and out of my pussy with the same rhythm.

I could feel Christina's movements on the bed, and could tell that whatever she was doing was getting Dick even hotter than just my blow job could - but when I tried to turn my head to see her, he quickly pulled his fingers out of my pussy and used his other hand to push my head down hard on his cock. "Don't you dare stop," he warned, and I quickly mumbled my understanding so that he would go back to work on me. Perhaps rewarding me for my obedience, he added a perfect stroking of my clit to his repertoire, and I quickly felt myself moving close to my first orgasm.

Just as he and I were both coming close to satisfaction, he again pulled his hand away from my dripping pussy and used it to slap my ass - hard enough that I jumped and his cock slipped from my mouth. As I sat up on the bed, slightly stunned, he motioned for Christina to come closer, and pushed his fingers - fresh from my pussy - into her mouth. She and I both moaned as she tasted my juices for the first time. "Now," he said to me, "I bet you want to taste her, too?"

"Oh, yeah," I said in a voice much huskier than usual, and I grabbed her legs, flipping her onto her back so that her pussy was in front of my face. I started with a few aggressive licks which caused her to buck her hips and whimper with delight, and then slowed down to a more slow and steady pace, moving my tongue slowly from her clit to the outside of her lips and then darting it into her pussy.

Dick just watched this for a few moments, and then gently guided Christina into a different position from which she could use her hands on his cock, but still enjoy the tongue job I was giving her - and he could enjoy a full view of everything. With both of his hands now free, he focused his attention on my breasts, first kneading them gently and then pinching my nipples so firmly that I had no choice but to attack Christina's pussy with renewed enthusiasm.

Christina was on the verge of a profound orgasm, bucking and moaning like crazy. She had given up on Dick's cock, which seemed fine with him - he was obviously trying to save himself for whatever he had planned for us next. I think he wanted to stop her as well, but it was too late, and Christina exploded, covering first my tongue and then much of my face with her juices as she screamed with ecstasy.

As she regained her senses, Christina pulled herself up to her knees on the bed, and motioned for me to do the same. She slowly moved her tongue over my face, licking up her stray juices, and I pulled her as close to me as I could, pressing our breasts together and grinding my hips into hers. I lost track of where Dick had gone - whether he was still on the bed or somewhere else in the room - but I could hear his moans of satisfaction as he watched us.

I couldn't believe how hot she was - my roommate and old friend - and I was beginning to lose myself in this moment, forgetting my original fantasy about a strange man's cock deep in my pussy and enjoying the feelings of my body pressed against another woman's.

But Dick was still there, and he wanted to finish what he had started with both of us. "Are you ready for me to fuck you? Both of you, together?"

"Which one of us do you want first?" I asked in the flirtiest, sluttiest voice I could manage.

"Oh, I'll take you both at the same time," he replied. "Come to the edge of the bed and get down on all fours, both of you."

As we did as we were told, he came up behind us and started with his hands, one on each of us. He moved his hands over our backs, smacked our ass cheeks a few times, and then spread our pussy lips to prepare each of us for entry. I still didn't understand how he was going to fuck us both at the same time, until he started - with me. He shifted his feet so that he was centered behind me, grabbed my hips with his strong hands, and pulled me back onto his hard cock in one smooth, slow motion. My pussy was so wet from the night's activities so far that it was easy for him to fill me completely, and I could feel his balls slapping against me as he finished each stroke.

Just as we were finding a rhythm, he was gone - and I realized he had moved over to Christina. At first I was irritated that he would pull out of me in the middle of everything, until I looked over at Christina, and then back over my shoulder at Dick, and realized just how hot this threesome was. As I looked back into Christina's beautiful dark eyes, we both realized that we only needed one of our hands to hold us up in the right position, and we could pleasure each other we the other hand. As she was being fucked, I fondled her breasts, pinching each nipple intensely. She, in turn, made up for the lack of cock in my pussy by wetting her fingers with my juices and then tenderly stroking my clit.

As Dick shifted his cock back to my waiting hole, Christina and I shifted roles - I followed her lead and pinched her clit while she fondled my breasts. Dick was clearly impressed with our ingenuity, urging us on to keep each other going as he switched back and forth, fucking us both. Our moans and squeals of delight were filling the room so much that we could barely hear the music anymore - just as well, since Dick was now moving much faster than the relaxed beat of the sexy tunes. He was now pounding us hard and fast, and Christina and I had to give up touching each other, needing both hands on the bed just to hold ourselves up as he rammed us deep, a few strokes in each pussy before again switching to the other.

I found myself starting to wonder which one of us would be lucky enough to have his cock inside of us when he finished - but he clearly didn't want to have to make that choice. As he reached his climax, he gently pushed me over so that I was on my back, and Christina followed my lead. We spread our legs over each other so that our hot, wet pussies were right in front of Dick as he continued to stroke his cock with his hand. I reached down to stroke Christina's clit, and she mine, and we joined in a passionate kiss as Dick shouted "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" and shot his load all over us.

As he collapsed on the bed next to me, Dick gave us one last instruction: "I want to watch you lick my cum off each other."

I could tell that Christina had the same thought I did - we would give him what he wanted, but we wouldn't stop there. We'd also make him watch as we let ourselves finally reach orgasm - together. She started on me, looking up at Dick with her beautiful dark eyes as she licked his cum off of me and he pinched my nipples. She cleaned off my tits and stomach, but left his cum around my pussy - and I did the same as I cleaned her off.

Dick opened his mouth to question why we had left his cum in those particular places, but before he could speak, I pulled her into me, our beautiful tits coming together once again, and ground my pussy into hers. Dick's cum, along with our juices, lubricated our grinding motion as my clit massaged hers. With Dick watching in awe, we moved faster and faster, and our moans became louder and louder, until we collapsed over one another in complete, divine, exhaustion.

The three of us lay there on the big bed, covered with sweat and cum, until we regained the energy to think, and then a bit later, to stand up. Dick was the first to get up and get dressed, and then said, "Well girls, that was the best time I've had in years - thank you!"