Confessions of a Slut

I had finally packed up my belongings. There was no rhyme or reason for the contents in each box but everything was finally boxed up and ready for the movers.

I had quit my job and spent much of the past two weeks either packing or staying at Rick's apartment while deciding when I wanted to start work at my new job with my friend Courtney. I enjoyed the lifestyle at Rick's - a beautiful, spacious apartment, super soft sheets, and plenty of wine. His bathroom alone was the size of my bedroom, if not bigger! In my mind this was well worth the trade off of attending to a cock nearly thirty years my senior.

I was treated to fancy dinners, new shoes, and had access to a delightful, and likely expensive, variety of wine he had collected. He even paid for the costs of moving my things to Courtney's. In return, I booked him tee times now and then, picked up some suits from the cleaners, and gave him blow jobs. Lots of blow jobs.

Sadly, after performing his favorite activity - blowing him while he watched golf - he informed me he was heading back to Maryland for the Summer. I gulped in more ways than one. This meant a return to peasant life and the working class. It was inevitable but stung nonetheless.

With Rick gone I spent the last night in my apartment by myself. Early in the morning the movers arrived and moved most of my belongings into a small moving truck. I had a few boxes of valuables - two vases, quite a bit of jewelry, and some sentimental items- which I did not trust with the movers. It wasn't a lot but Courtney had enlisted the help of her nineteen year old brother Jason and her cop friend Shawn.

It definitely didn't require four people so Court and I let the boys do all the work which was accomplished in two short trips to my car. It didn't give us much time to gossip.

"Look, I'm gonna be blunt Kel. I think Shawn would be really good for you. He's a great guy, but just not a great guy for me. Maybe, if he falls for someone new, he'll stop harassing me. That's where you come in."

On one hand I felt as though she was pawning him off on me. On the other hand he was super cute and seemingly a great guy that I would definitely consider dating.

"He's not aggressive though so you're probably going to have to make the first move to get this started."

I stored that information away for later.

Court and Jason climbed in her car and Shawn joined me in mine. We both followed the moving van to Courtney's condo.

"Soooo...Shawn, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Interesting. Don t you get lonely?"

"You're only lonely in West Palm Beach if you want to be."

Wasn't that the truth. Shawn barely talked the whole car ride despite me asking him numerous questions about literally everything.

He seemed relieved when we arrived at my new home. I walked in ahead of the movers in order to direct them where to place my belongings. My bedroom was one of two bedrooms on the upper level of this two floor condo. Upstairs there were two bedrooms and a full bath. Courtney's mother was a frequent visitor and stayed in the room to the left.

Downstairs was Courtney's master bedroom and master bath, the kitchen, and the living room. Courtney and I played interior decorator - directing the movers to arrange my furniture in my room just the way we wanted.

My bed rested against the far wall facing the door. I put a night stand and my alarm clock on the right side of my bed and my dresser over on the left. There was a small closet next to the dresser but not nearly big enough for all of my clothes. I tossed two of the large boxes containing my clothes into the closet. I'd tackle that tomorrow.

When I arrived downstairs, Jason and Shawn had already polished off a few beers. I had ordered pizza for everyone and that had arrived as well, less than half of the pie still remaining. I poured myself a Red Bull vodka, grabbed a piece of pizza, and sat down next to Shawn. Despite plenty of room elsewhere on the couch, I sat so close to Shawn I may as well have sat on his lap. If this is what it took, this is what I would do.

As the night went on Courtney joined us. The boys drank beers, Courtney was hammering wine, and I had now enjoyed four Red Bull Vodka drinks. I did everything I could to flirt with Shawn - laughed at everything he said, occasionally put my head on his shoulder, and purposefully refused to adjust my shirt despite knowing it was showing an inordinate amount of cleavage.

Jason went upstairs to bed first. He was leaving first thing in the morning to visit his college roommate who lived in Orlando. Courtney followed his lead and went to her room - not because she was tired but because she wanted to give Shawn and I some privacy.

I went to the fridge and grabbed Shawn a beer. As I returned to the sofa I handed him his beer and then straddled him. My chest was at eye level for him and he stared at my cleavage before looking up at me. Remembering what Court had told me, I became the aggressor. I kissed him firmly, shoving my tongue into his mouth. The evening of sexual tension was being released as a wave of horniness. I rocked my hips on top of him as we kissed, giving him a lap Dane an exotic dancer would have been proud of. I was incredibly turned on. I was aching for his hands and mouth and other things to explore my body and I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled my lips off of his and went to talk but he spoke first.

"I think I'm gonna go now," he uttered and then stood up and walked out of the door.

Mortified, I went upstairs to my room and shut the door. My confidence was shot and as I undressed I wondered what was wrong with me. I threw a long tee shirt over my naked body, climbed in bed and began to cry. I wondered what Shawn was thinking and why he didn't want me. I was the aggressor like Courtney told me to be but that seemed to backfire. My drunken sobs were a bit dramatic considering a barely knew Shawn but sometimes a girl just unleashed an ugly cry.

There was a lock on my door and it cracked open a bit.

"Are you ok?" a voice said.

"No!" I shot back.

A hand touched my back and I turned around. Through my teary eyes I saw Jason. He must have heard the sobs and come to check on me. I assured him I was okay and explained how I had a crush on Shawn but was rejected.

"Some men just don't appreciate beauty when it is presented to them," Jason said. He was either wise beyond his years or had read that in a book somewhere.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Much prettier than the ones I go to college with."

I knew he was lying but it was sweet and I appreciated the confidence boost. I sat up in bed and went to kiss him on the cheek but he turned at the last minute and I found his lips pressed against mine. I was shocked and pulled away, retreating back to my pillow but I found his lips unexpectedly following mine as I laid down. He was now positioned on top of me kissing my mouth with the aggressiveness of an eager nineteen year old. I kissed back and tried to buy some time to figure out my next move. I was not only in bed with a college underclassman, but it was the younger brother of my best friend and roommate.

While my thoughts attempted to sort themselves out, Jason wasted no time taking my shirt off. As I looked down at my bare breasts I could see his already hard dick in his shorts in the background. It had only been three minutes but somehow I was already naked underneath My best friends brother. He pulled down his shorts with one hand while fondling my tit aggressively with the other. His weight was on top of me and his movements were awkward as he wiggled out of his shorts.

I looked down and saw his penis fully hard, hovering above my vagina. He thrust it in roughly which caused me to release a sound which can only be described as a hybrid of a moan and a cry. Luckily my vagina had been aroused all night and her wetness eased the rough entry. His five inch dick pumped in and out of me with no regard for angle or stamina. Thirty second later he pulled his dick out of me and a strong stream of cum shot up to my chest and neck. It was was an impressive ejaculation no doubt brought about by his youth. A second and third stream made a mess of my stomach. I was quite literally covered in cum.

I used my towel and wiped down my neck, chest, and stomach.

"Well," I stuttered with a tinge of disappointment in my voice, "I certainly didn't expect that tonight."

"Sorry," he answered somewhat nervously and out of breath. "That was my first time."

"For sucks sake," I thought to myself, "Courtney is going to kill me!"