Chapter 01: Moving Out
I shivered a bit, even though the night was fairly warm. I was standing on the balcony of my girlfriend's apartment looking into her bedroom. I could see and hear everything because the screen was closed, but the glass slider was open and the light was on. What was I doing here? Simple, I was watching her screw her boyfriend. Huh? If you think you're confused you should have been in my shoes.
When I met Darla she was living with a boyfriend and having some problems with him. She never went into any details, but I had the impression she was looking for some reason to make new living arrangements.
Her boyfriend, Stu, was the bartender at my regular watering hole and he and I were somewhat friendly when he introduced me to Darla. The introduction included the information that she loved dog-style sex and she never wore panties.
One afternoon when business was slow Stu was working in the office and Darla and I were sitting at the bar talking when, out of nowhere, she said, "Would you kiss me?" The place was empty, I'm a man, and I have a beautiful young woman asking me to kiss her. Do I? I turned, leaned forward a bit, pressed my lips to hers, and -- wow!
I tried, honest, I tried. She was dating a guy I knew and I really didn't want to be responsible for them breaking up, but she was soooo hot! I pulled back after only a couple seconds and she pulled me back in and said, "No, I mean really kiss me." Then she moved forward, pressed her lips back against mine, and moved her tongue around against my lips.
Whatever things you've heard about electricity, it happened that afternoon. Within seconds I was sucking on her tongue and then pursuing it with my own as she pulled it back and we were so deeply involved that I didn't even notice how much time had passed. I only remember that there was some song on the jukebox when we started and a different song was just finishing when we finally pulled apart.
I don't know if it might have gone any further, but we pulled apart as we heard Stu open the office door. Now, besides what Stu told me about her, I knew that she ass one hell of a great kisser.
One evening I verifed one of the things that Stu had told me. Darla's car was in the shop and Stu asked me to take her home because he had to work late. I walked her out to my truck and handed her in and went around to the driver's side. It was already dark and, as soon as I closed my door, she leaned over and said, "Can we kiss again?" Duh! I leaned into her and we were soon holding each other and kissing madly. I took a chance by putting my hand on her leg and started stroking, slowly moving it higher and higher. It took me only a minute to verify that she wasn't wearing any panties and only seconds more to find that she enjoyed having me slip a finger inside her.
Five more minutes of kissing and I had two fingers inside her and then she stiffened, moaned loudly, and her entire body started shaking. It went on for almost a minute and then she relaxed and we started kissing again. Another five minutes and she did it again. As she relaxed this time, she reached down to pull my hand away from her pussy. "Your turn," she said, and unzipped my pants. As she worked my cock free I looked around to make sure nobody was nearby. Then she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth.
Shit, could this woman suck a cock! I'm normally pretty good in the stamina department, but with her lips, tongue, and hand working on me, I lasted less than ten minutes. "Oh, baby, I'm going to come, I can't hold it."
She looked up at me long enough to say, "Give it to me, sweetie." Then she slid her lips back over my cock. Seconds later I grunted, thrust my hips upward, and shot everything I had into her mouth. She swallowed everything I gave her and kept sucking to get every drop out of me. When I was finished she licked me clean and tucked me back in. Then she sat up and we kissed for a couple more minutes.
"Your cum tastes good," she said as she sat back in the seat, putting on her seatbelt. As I drove her home I pondered that remark. I had never thought about taste, I just accepted the fact that women gave blowjobs and, usually, swallowed the results. It never dawned on me that there was a taste to it.
Things led to things and another evening, when Stu asked me to drive her home, I took her to my apartment for two hours of sex before I took her home. Yep, I confirmed that she did enjoy doggy-style screwing. She was nearly frantic, bucking back against me and wiggling her ass all over the place. One other night she and Stu had an argument and she came over to my place and spent the night. Whew! Nearly five hours of sex that night. There were several other times when she either stopped by for a quickie or spent the night. Some of them were when she and Stu had an argument and one was when he just didn't want to fuck her and she was horny.
Then, Darla and I had lunch one afternoon and she casually asked, "If Stu moves out, would you be willing to move in with me?"
I didn't even hesitate, but said, "In a heartbeat!"
Not two weeks later she called to tell me that she had asked Stu to move out and he was leaving the following week. She invited me over on Friday night and, after a loooong two-hour drive (Friday traffic in SoCal) I got there around eight p.m.
She opened the door, kissed me quickly, and then said, "Shh, Stu's in the bathroom."
"What? I thought he was going to be gone."
"He couldn't get all his stuff out today."
"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow or whenever."
