The following is based pretty much on a true story, albeit with a couple of minor embellishments, mainly to help it flow. I hope you enjoy reading it - I enjoyed the night and reminiscing as I was writing it!
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Tricia was 18 and stunning - tall and athletic in build, with long legs, a flat and firm stomach and full, ripe breasts that were firm and high. Her eyes were green and always with a twinkle, beautiful white teeth and long sandy blonde hair. She kept fit with plenty of surfing and rollerblading and sported a wonderful bronzed natural tan. She was also quite smart and despite my few years on her in age could always keep up an intelligent conversation with me which we had the chance to do quite often, as she was my younger sister Kelly's best friend, and over at our house all the time. Unfortunately she was "off-limits" with a boyfriend of a couple of years in addition to sister friend status . . . at least until a month or two ago when she caught her boyfriend rolling in the sand with some other surfers chick. What an idiot!
I was back home having broken up with my live-in girlfriend of 4 years a few months ago, so Trish and I had some good deep and meaningful conversations about relationships and we'd become good friends. As a surprise for my sister I had bought her 2 tickets to her favourite Sydney band, Kill the Shitkickers, which were some kind of punk / hardcore emo Sydney underground act apparently. Whatever! Not my thing but I wasn't going - Kelly was of course taking Trish. Both girls were excited, doing the shopping thing, getting outfits worked out etc - and the modelling for me was a nice benefit of giving the tickets as Trish was working her way into shorter and tighter skirts exposing more of those lovely long legs each time. So the big day approaches . . . and Kelly gets the flu and there's just no way she can make the concert despite all her remedies and attempts. At the last minute Trish is like "so who do I go with, all my friends are busy and can't do short notice concerts . . ." and Kelly tells her take me along. "Nah not my scene really" I protest but I gotta say Trish is looking hot in a very short skirt and loose blouse thing displaying her assets pretty well. Trish is unsure about even going now so I concede and get a big hug and a kiss for my sacrifice and the way she hugs me and pushes her firm breasts into me makes me think at least the ride there and back will be worth it.
So I quickly change into some decent jeans and a shirt, it's not really punk style but I don't care either, and we jump in my car and head off over the harbour bridge before the peak Saturday evening traffic gets too bad. Well that was the intent but as any Sydneysider will tell you, it might look spectacular but crossing the bastard when you are in a hurry and they convert those changeable lanes into outbound lanes and force everyone into 2 lanes inbound creates a logjam. Doesn't really matter though because Trish is really happy to be going with me and really chatty and laughing a lot - she has a wonderful laugh - and my spirits are high 'cause I'm taking this gorgeous chick out on the town and it's been months since I've been in a car with a woman and not having an argument over nothing. Trish has some kind of perfume on, like the jasmine flower, it's subtle but I'm getting a bit giddy, the vibe is awesome. I push the car gear stick into 1st and we jolt forward and I relax and let my hand drop off the gear stick onto Trish's leg and we both laugh, but then Trish puts her hand on top of mine and I'm getting tingles from the skin to skin contact. She looks at me, I look at her, right into her gorgeous green eyes, she licks her lips lightly and with a little flick of a cute tongue, and we both lean forward to kiss. It's like a bolt of electricity shooting through my body as our lips touch. It's only a brief kiss but it's meaningful and fortunately I stop the car again before running into someone and it breaks the spell and again we both laugh, but there's excitement in our laughter.
Eventually we reach the pub and park in a nearby shopping centre carpark, all horrible grey concrete and nasty fluros you know the type, and we rush off to the pub and get there just before KTS fire up. It's a kind of standing room moshpit at the front with standing room at the back of the "dance floor" and with some seats and tables behind that, all taken of course, so we slide into the back corner and stand together, with Trish in front of me and my head just above hers. I put my hands on her hips and pull her into me and kiss her ear and she giggles and wiggles her butt into my groin - and of course I start getting hard. The lights come on and the band starts up at full if not overwhelming volume, clearly their sound engineer believes louder = better, but I have to say, the band has some talent, particularly the lead guitarist who plays some spectacular riffs, and the drummer who is just awesome with excellent stick speed and variations. Trish chooses not to join the moshpit but stays in contact with me, swaying those hips to the rhythm and dancing in her own little space. She's a pretty good dancer.
Just before half time - I could tell by the way the bar staff were preparing heaps of drinks ready for the rush - I slip to the bar and grab a few, suddenly realising I don't know what Trish drinks. Vodka and orange, Southern Comfort and Coke, Kalua and milk and then some Tequila shots plus some water for good measure. I re-join her and clap with her whilst holding the tray of drinks and the band takes a break and the lights dim. My ears are ringing but at least the joint is smoke free, I lean in and half yell into Trish's ear "what would you like to drink?" "What have you got?" she yells back, and I think this yelling is stupid, so I sip one of the drinks and encircle her in my arms and then tilt my head down for another kiss of those luscious lips. She responds immediately, pushing her body into mine, and I open my lips a little and so does Trish and I gently probe her mouth finding her tongue and giving it a good lick. "Mmmm, Vodka and Orange juice, yep, I'll have one of those" she says softly but I'm lip reading so I understand and hand it over. It goes pretty quickly - she worked up a bit of a sweat dancing - and I sip another and she come forward quickly and this time her tongue is probing my mouth and tasting me. "No thanks - not a full coke girl" Trish smiles, so I down the Southo and Coke, then take a good mouthful of the Kalua and we kiss again. This time Trish is really tonguing me and I cup her butt in my free hand and squeeze gently and she half lifts her knee up against my leg so I can get a better grip on her butt cheek. I'm pretty hard now and Trish pushes in against me, and I can feel her heat too. We finish the Kalua and milk together sharing each others mouth.
"I'll be right back" Trish murmours and grabs the water bottle and takes off to the little girls room. I watch her go, admiring her body as she lifts her head to drink the water, tracing the line down her chin along her throat to her breasts. Stunning. Surprisingly soon she is back, considering the lineup of women for the toilet, and she's finished the water and smiling a little sneaky smile. "What else have you got to drink?" she whispers with her arms wrapped around my neck. I bring out the Tequila's and her eyes widen in delight. "Yes! I love licking, sipping sucking" she says with a wicked smile and I am sure my boner is obvious even in the darkened room. Together we lick some lines of salt, knock back the Tequila's and suck the lemon quarters, 3 each, and I am feeling very merry. With the drinks gone we mutually seek out the back wall corner and this time when we kiss I can grab both butt cheeks and push her into me. Trish grinds slowly, pushing herself against my hardness, and she is even hotter than before. We kiss deeply, passionately, constantly, and I drop my hand slightly down her leg to the edge of the skirt, and then slowly slide it up again. Her flesh is soft and warm, but I can feel the hard muscle under her skin flex and there's very little fat. I keep sliding my hand up, enjoying the warm flesh until I reach the top of her skirt. No panties! I slide towards her crack and keep kissing her, again I am getting giddy with the smell of her perfume and just the anticipation of the rest of the night. I reach her crack and slide down a little . . . no panties, not even a g-string!
"I took them off" Trish giggles into my ear. "That's why I was so quick!"
I whisper my appreciation and now put both hands on her naked arse flesh, and push her into me, and this time because of my hands the skirt has ridden up enough so that Trish's pussy is touching my jeans and the monster in the lair knows there isn't much fabric between them and hardens even more, I am throbbing now, and I can tell by Trish's pushing that it feels good to her too, as she gently slides up and down my body. Just then the band comes out for their second set, and they are great, I'm getting into it myself now. After a while Trish stops dancing so strongly and settles back against me to enjoy the show. I hug her allowing my hands to cup her breasts and give her a gentle squeeze, so Trish slides one of my hands into her blouse and I can feel her bra - a lacy number - and a fair bit of tit flesh. She pushes her butt into my groin and again I feel my cock stir - it had gone to rest with the lack of action - and I give her ear a bit of tongue, Trish shudders, and reaches a hand behind her, and slowly unzips my fly. Trish gives my jeans a little side to side swish and deftly places her hand through my fly and strokes my cock through my boxers. It hardens even more, growing under her touch, and I slide my hand under her bra and feel her nipple, as stiff as my cock, and I gently pinch it. Trish grabs the back of my head and pulls me forward and we tongue kiss again.
