I live in a very small apartment in Santa Monica, just a block from the beach. I'm one of a varying group of people that get together on the beach, in bars and at parties. It's an informal group that changes in size and membership, perhaps amorphous is the right description. We're all in our mid-twenties. Well, maybe one or two in their early thirties and one or two in their earlier twenties. There can be forty or fifty of us or only a dozen or so, depending on when and where we are and what's happening. Most of us are college graduates with decent jobs but not all. Some of the girls are nurses, some secretaries, some doing I don't know what. I'm male, twenty six, six-foot one, one hundred eighty five pounds, brown hair bleached by the sun to almost blond, in decent physical shape. Not movie star handsome by any means but nice enough looking that I tend to get along okay with women.
In the group fairly often is a girl named Gloria. In my mind I call her Glorious. She is drop dead gorgeous. Sort of a Keira Knightly face on a Jessica Alba body. That is, exceptionally pretty with the sexiest body possible. Breasts that are almost too large for her body, D cups anyway. Almost no waist, great firm ass, lovely legs. Dark hair, almost black, blue eyes that are sort of green. She works in the same place as the girl friend of one of the other guys in the group so that's how she first showed up.
In addition to being gorgeous, she's actually good to be around. Physically active, swimming, body surfing, playing beach volleyball. It's difficult for me to play volleyball with her because just looking at her gives me a hard on. I mean, she is sex on the hoof. I'd love to get with her but every other male in the world hits on her constantly. There's always one or more guys hanging around her. Besides, anyone that perfect is out of my league, why even try when I'm sure to be beaten out by some adonis or millionaire. I mean, there are guys around that are probably just as appealing to girls as Glorious is to me and I doubt if I'm one of them.
I don't avoid her. We've talked often over the last six months or so since she first showed up. We've played on the same and opposite volleyball teams, they're always just pick ups of whoever is around. She's had her arm around me laughing when I manage a good remark about something or some one. We've been next to one another in bars and at parties, talking and touching. But I've never made a move on her. Frankly, she scares me. She's too much. I know I'd be put down and it might screw up my activities with the whole group. I'm willing to just daydream about her, fantasize a little. I'm sure she'd be a terrific fuck.
It's a Friday night. I went out with a couple other guys and had some beers. It's about one o'clock in the morning and I'm in bed when my phone rings. "Jack, his is Gloria. Look, I'm sorry to bother you at this time of night but I'm at this bar and I think I'm a little woozy and there's a creep here that's trying hard to get at me and I wonder if you can come by and pick me up and take me home."
Gloria? Calling me? For help! "Sure," I say, "what bar, where, I can be there in about twenty minutes." She thanks me, apologizing again for bothering me. I get out of bed, quickly pull on some boxer shorts, wash pants, a polo shirt, get on some white socks and slip on shoes and I'm out the door. I did remember my wallet and keys. What's going on? Gloria calling me? I think of all kinds of possibilities as I drive to where she is. It's probably closer to fifteen minutes when I enter the bar, really a fairly nice restaurant with a bar. She's standing at the bar wearing one of those ubiquitous little black dresses. Totally drop dead gorgeous, oozing sex appeal.
"Jack!" she almost yells when she sees me. I walk toward her and she sort of lurches toward me, ending up wrapping her arms around me and giving me a huge, wet kiss, pressing that perfect body against me. She then almost whispers, "I told the creep my boyfriend was coming to get me so act like that's who you are." She then gives me another kiss and I put my arms around her and she opens her mouth some and shoves her tongue into my mouth and we have a long kiss. I'm getting very hard. I know she's drunk but this is still something very, very sexy.
She then leads but almost pushes me to the door. We walk a half block to my car as she leans on me and thanks me a couple times, repeating herself. We get to the car and I open the passenger door and she wraps her arms around me and starts another very sexy kiss. So I react and kiss back. That sexy body is pressed against me. I finally get her in the car and I go around and get in. I almost know where she lives but am not sure of the address so I ask her and she tells me. On the phone she had said to take her home and didn't say whether her home or mine but I didn't have the nerve to even suggest taking her to my little place.
It isn't far to the apartment building where she lives. She's leaning over, her head sort of on my shoulder, her one hand on my thigh as I drive. Maybe she's going to pass out and I'll have to carry her up to the apartment she shares with another girl. But as we get to the building, she tells me to drive in to the parking spaces underneath and even points out the one I should use. I go around to open her door and help her up and out and she's all over me again, kissing me and thanking me. But really, seriously kissing me with lots of tongue. I have to do all of this with an erection, trying to hide it from her and not poke her with it.
We get upstairs to her door. She fishes out her keys and unlocks the door and she goes in, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with her. She closes the door behind us and pulls me down a short hall into her bedroom. I don't fight her but I'm not sure what I'm doing in her bedroom, I feel like I should get out of there. "I need to go to bed," she says as she kicks off her shoes. She reaches over her shoulder and points and says, "Unzip me, Jack."
I unzip the back of the little black dress which seems to then fall all on its own onto the floor. She's standing there, her back to me, in nothing but panties and bra, both colored black, to match the dress, I guess. She needed help unzipping the dress but reaches up behind her and unfastens the bra all on her own, and tosses it to the side. She then turns to face me and I'm looking at her beautiful, full, perfect breasts. "Uh, Gloria, I'm still here," I stutter out. I'm assuming she's very drunk.
"That's the whole point," she says, grinning at me. She then sits down on the edge of the bed, facing me. "Take off my panties,' she says. I kneel down on the floor, facing her and reach out and get my fingers into the waist band of her panties. She lays back and lifts her hips and I pull and start sliding them down over her hips. She lifts her legs up, together, and I slide her panties all the way off. She then lowers her legs and moves one to be on the other side of me, so I'm kneeling there looking at her pussy, her legs on either side of me. I may be hallucinating but I'm pretty sure she spread her legs on purpose, opening herself up more.
Her pussy isn't shaved but the hair is trimmed and I suspect she does shave some on the sides because she has this fairly small mop of dark curly hair above her slit and that slit is slightly open and I can see the light glistening on the moisture in her. I want to dive in and start tasting her but I'm much to nice a person so I say, "Uh, Gloria, I think you're drunk and I don't want to take advantage of you."
