Confessions Of A West Palm Slut Ch 02

It was Sunday, and unseasonably cold for October in West Palm Beach. Or so I was told. I had only been living here about a month or so. It had been two weeks since I went out on a date with Shane. We crossed paths at my work once since that time but did nothing other than exchange pleasantries and small talk. He was there to watch college football and hang out with Jimmy, but Jimmy spent most of his time either serving drinks or arguing with his girlfriend, Kat, who was also a bartender at our restaurant. Kat and Jimmy didn't officially live together but she slept at his apartment more often than not. You could tell they were spending too much time together by the way they bickered about every little thing. It made most of us at work uncomfortable but not to the point of intervening.

Other than chatting with my coworkers while working, I didn't have much in the way of friends. My roommate and her boyfriend never left her bedroom, let alone the house. They were extreme homebodies which was not helping my assimilation to West Palm social life. I missed gossiping; having a friend to grab a drink or dinner with. So when Jimmy and Kat invited me out on Tuesday night, I jumped at the chance. I was desperate to make friends and become more comfortable and Kat and Jimmy seemed to know everyone.

Tuesday night rolled around and after eating a light dinner, I stood in front of my mirror, freshly showered and naked, staring at myself and deciding what to wear. My dirty blond hair was beginning to show its roots. My chestnut brown eyes were puffy from working long hours. Thanks to booze and bar food, I had already gained more than five pounds on my 5'6" frame since moving to West Palm. I now weighed 142. Between the weight gain and lack of friends, my confidence was at an all-time low. Luckily the weight gain hadn't changed my pride and joy - my breasts. They were, in my opinion, the perfect size - 36C. They were soft and well-shaped and the only part of my 24 year old body I truly enjoyed looking at. My vagina was getting a bit out of control. I hadn't trimmed since prior to my date with Shane over two weeks ago and the hair was beginning to reach toward the sky as if to say "Trim me!" Maybe I will trim it this weekend I muttered back in my head. There was no need to trim it now because there was no way I was going to have sex tonight. I just wasn't feeling sexy enough.

I threw on a cute red top and black pants - definitely too dressy for the hole in the wall I was meeting my "friends" at, but I wanted to feel cute and this outfit was the winner.

I arrived at the bar, hopped out of the cab, and walked in - by myself of course. My anxiety was through the roof. I hated not having friends. I hated going out by myself, even if I was meeting people. Thankfully, Jimmy walked up to me immediately.

"There she is! Sorry, Shane is up in Tampa this week for work." Jimmy kid.

I gave a half-hearted laugh, part embarrassed, part shy.

There was a group of about 12 people drinking with Jimmy and Kat. I noticed maybe three of them who I saw visiting Jimmy at the bar while I worked. None of them bothered to come over and talk to me though. I sat on the fringe of their circles, awkwardly listening to their conversations; Corona after Corona keeping me company. I was on a lonely island of misery and I'm sure it showed in my face and mannerisms. I found myself staring at the televisions to keep me company and briefly started to cry. Not full out crying but my eyes welled up and a few tears had fallen to my cheeks.

"Are you crying?" I heard a voice say.

I turned around and saw Kevin. Kevin was Jimmy's roommate. I had met him before while I was working but wouldn't consider him a friend.

"Of course not." I laughed back. "I just have sensitive eyes"

Kevin laughed. He was the confident type and had just celebrated his 30th birthday at my work. He was tall, about 6'1, and had brown eyes that were already a tad bloodshot. He was like most men in West Palm - kinda cute, somewhat in shape, and loved to drink. Kevin was known as sloppy, yet harmless drunk. The type that would have four beers and start slurring his words but would still be throwing them back by himself at the end of the night after everyone else had gone home.

"Let's do a shot!"

Why not I thought to myself, although I was already feeling tipsy from all the Corona's I had drank.

We held the shot up to cheers, the heavy pour spilling slightly as we did.

Soco Lime - yuck.

Kevin then unexpectedly shuffled off to mingle with his friends again and I once again found myself alone at the bar. I was tired, lonely, and drunk and I wasn't about to spend another minute in this dive.

I walked outside and after a bit managed to flag down a cab.

"Kelly! Wait! Where are you going?"

I turned around and Kevin was walking toward me.

"We're all thinking about heading down to the Tiki bar."

"I'm not feeling it," I replied and turned to get in the cab.

"Well do you mind if I come with you?" Kevin asked. "Jimmy and Kat are arguing and I can't lose another nights sleep listening to them yell all night."

Of course Jimmy and Kat were fighting again but that wasn't my problem. Not now. Not tonight. But having experienced their bickering nearly daily at work, a part of me felt his pain.

"You can sleep on my couch," I reluctantly offered. And with that, Kevin hopped into the cab.

When we arrived at my apartment, I put out a pillow and blanket for Kevin, went to my room and shut the door. I got undressed and put on a long white tee shirt and my ex-boyfriends lacrosse shorts. I liked the way the mesh felt against my skin. For a brief moment, the shorts made me miss him. That thought was interupted by a knock at my door.

I opened it and there stood Kevin, in nothing but his navy polo and white briefs.

I had only had sex with my ex boyfriend from the age of 20 to 24 but was still fairly sure most men - at least younger men - don't normally wear briefs. I could see his package resting snuggly inside the white fabric.

"What the fuck Kevin!"

"Well I can't sleep in jeans. Plus they are wet. Your couch cushions are soaked."

I angrily walked to the living room, eager to call his bull shit but sure enough the couch was soaked.

"You can sleep in my bed," I told him, "but no funny business. I mean it."

He climbed into my bed on the left side and I slid into my familiar spot on the right. I laid down on my left side, tired and drunk from the night, the clock numbers of 11:52 being the last thing I saw before sleep.

My eyes opened. The clock showed it was only 12:37. I had drifted off for less than an hour and there was now a hand resting on my right breast and a bulge pressing against my ass. Kevin was spooning me. For fucks sake! I closed my eyes, hoping to fall back asleep but Kevin's hands started moving across my breasts - cupping them over my shirt - moving back and forth from one to the other. I laid there completely still, hoping he would stop. Wrong move. His hand found its way into my shorts and to my vagina.

"Mmmmm, already wet," Kevin muttered in my ear.

"Stupid vagina, you've betrayed me again," I whispered in my head.

He shoved his fingers in me. Not expertly like Shane had, but in an aggressive thrusting motion, as if his hand was a jack hammer. It was rough and awkward but, for some reason, my vagina was getting wetter and wetter from it. I rolled over on my back and moved his hand out of my shorts. I'm guessing he took that as a sign to take the next step as he knelt up and pulled my shorts off - tossing them across the room. I could see he was already hard in his briefs and saw just how hard when he took them off. His dick was an average length, around six inches, and it was uncircumcised. I had never seen one of those in person before and my eyes were fixated on it. It wasn't as thick as Shane's but had a unique look all its own. I wanted to look at it, examine it, see first hand close up the first uncircumcised dick I had seen. However it wasn't to be.

Kevin drunkenly climbed on top of me before I could check it out and slid his dick into my disheveled pussy. It was soaked and he slid in easily as his arms perched his torso up above mine. His arms were muscular, especially his triceps as he held his weight above me. I noticed we both still had our shirts on and I think he noticed that as well. He sat up, his penis still inside me, and took off his polo. He had a great chest, more toned than I expected. My hands instinctively reached up and rubbed his chest. He pulled my shirt up, but not off, exposing my tits.

"Those are fucking perfect," he told me as he grabbed them a little rougher than I would have liked. He was slowly sliding in and out of my pussy paying more attention to my tits than anything else. While his dick felt great inside me, his breast play was less erotic - roughly kneeding my tits as if he was preparing dough for baking.

His thrusting picked up, his body now fully on top of mine, all his weight on top of me and thrusting into me. I wasn't close to cumming but it still felt good. The power and pumping of a man - in, out, on top of me.

"You're so fucking wet," he drunkenly whispered. "You love this cock, don't you?"

I found his talking awkward and turned my head to avoid answering. He grabbed my legs and pushed them toward my chest. My feet were back by my head and Kevin was thrusting harder and harder. My moans grew louder and louder as he did. I felt exposed and self-conscious but pleasured and accepted - all at the same time. My breasts were once again bouncing uncontrollably like waves building with each of his finished thrusts. His pace was furious and I was sure he was going to cum soon - or rather hoped he would before he abused my cervix anymore.

Sure enough he pulled out and mounted my stomach in one swift movement - unloading a thick, creamy, white load on my breasts.

He hopped off of me and put his underwear back on while I went into the bathroom and wiped his cum off me. As great as my tits were, no guy had ever cum on them before. While it shocked me at first, I now found myself extremely turned on by it. As I put on my shorts and hopped back in bed, I glanced over and found Kevin was already asleep.

I had been here less than two months and had already slept with two of Jimmy's friends. I was not looking forward to facing him at work tomorrow.