This story is 100% true! Only the girls' names have been changed.
A year had passed since the last time I saw Cassandra. She had texted me relentlessly for a month after our first encounter, but her lackluster dick sucking skills left me unsatisfied. Basically, I didn't think she was worth my time.
Her name was almost completely erased from my mind until she wrote me on Facebook one chilly November night. The following message is copied and pasted directly from my Facebook account,
"Hey Todd, how ya been? I know we've not had the chance to talk in a while. Me and my boyfriend were looking for another guy for a threesome. I was told you get kinky. I remember your fun. Get ahold of me if you are interested! K bye!"
The thought of plowing her left me intrigued. I spent a good five minutes deciding whether she was worth the busted nut or not. The only reason I eventually agreed was because I knew my best friend would insult me constantly if I turned down a new number so easily.
She sent me her phone number on Facebook then I called her later that day.
"Hey Cassandra, how you been?" I asked as soon as she said hello.
"Busy with work and school," she said sighing; "how about you?"
"Same," I replied.
"Why didn't you ever call me back the last time we hung out?" Cassandra asked seriously.
"Sorry, I was really busy," I lied.
"That's what I figured. So are you interested in my message?"
"Very," I answered with a smile.
"I might have to get drunk for this to work," Cassandra giggled into the phone.
"Then I'll bring some drinks," I answered enthusiastically.
"Okay, I moved since the last time we talked. I'll text you my address. You can come over at 10 if you want," she said with a business tone.
"Okay, I'll call before I come over."
"Talk to you then," Cassandra said before hanging up.
Every thought I had for the rest of the day mixed with thoughts of her beautiful tits. Classes seemed to drag on, and every conversation seemed to be spoken through a haze. My mind always concentrates only what's important. That day, nothing was more important than Cassandra's pussy.
Each hour seemed like an eternity, even though each minute passed like a second. Time has a way of fucking with a horny man's head, right?
Anyways, classes finished at four and I spent several hours chugging beers with my fraternity brothers before calling her again.
"Hey, my boyfriend is getting off work soon if you want to come over," Cassandra said after we talked for a few minutes on the phone. "I need to put on some clothes first. I just finished a shower."
"Don't worry about clothes. It would be hot if you answered the door naked."
"We'll see," she replied with a giggle.
We hung up after a few more flirtatious remarks. My raging hard-on was begging for the action, and I was ready to please my penis by plowing her pussy. My intention was to fuck her so amazingly that she wanted to ditch her boyfriend for another night with me. What can I say, I'm a home wrecker!
I drove to the store and bought a case of beer and some beef jerky so I would have something to eat after I left her house. (Planning ahead is what tiggers do best, bitch!)
After getting the necessary ingredients for a good night, I drove to a house near campus. She had rented the top floor as a loft apartment. I was forced to park on the side of the narrow town road because there wasn't enough space in the drive-way. The neighborhood was nice so I didn't mind. Besides, my mind was elsewhere as I happily raced up the outside set of stairs. She answered the door in a tiny bathrobe and a smile after I had been knocking for a full minute.
"Hey, come in," Cassandra said opening the door for me.
I walked inside holding a case of cheap Natty Light while she closed the door behind me. Her beautiful body had only gotten better with time. Her tanned legs looked stronger, her butt looked even more toned, and her big tits looked as perky as before. What caught my eye this time though was how much her face had changed. Before she had light brunette hair, but now platinum blonde hair accented her facial features perfectly. Her soft brown eyes looked brighter, her eye lashes looked longer, and her ruby lips looked fuller. It was the first time I realized how much hair style can change everything you notice about a girl's face. She had kept the same girlish look as I studied her unhidden beauty.
"Am I different than you remember?" Cassandra asked as I tried to disguise my stunned expression.
"Yeah, your hair looks great," I said trying to recover my senses.
"Thanks, I just had it done last week," she said running her hand through it. "Do you really like it or are you just saying that?"
"I think it fits you perfectly," I said stepping closer to her.
"I'm glad you like it," she replied putting her hands onto my chest. "You really should have called me."
She bit her lip looking up at me like I should apologize for being a dick. Too bad I never apologize to sluts.
"What are you wearing under this?" I asked untying the belt to her robe. She leaned back as I pulled the knot loose. Her satin cloth fell open as the knot gave way. Her breasts came into view while she continued to bite her lip. The look in her eyes was one desperately seeking approval.
"You are so beautiful," I whispered before kissing her softly.
Cassandra's moan against my lips was enough of a response for me to know she wanted more. We wrapped our arms around each other as we fell playfully onto her couch. Our tongues caressed as my hands slipped across her toned teen body. Her legs wrapped around my hips pulling us closer together. Her right breast heaved in my hand as my finger tips slid across her pink nipple. Another minute passed before we stopped long enough to breathe.
"Oh boy, I think I need a drink after that," Cassandra said pushing lightly against my chest so I would get off of her.
