Chapter 1 - Ellie Gets Out and Under
Ellie couldn't stand it! If she didn't get laid soon, she was going to have a giant hissy-fit! Ellie hadn't had sex for four weeks since she broke up with her last mistake, Brandon.
Brandon, a Lieutenant at the local airbase, was an arrogant, selfish, fly-boy bastard. He let Ellie blow him at reveille every other day, and why not? She was great at it, and it made him feel like the cock of the walk. But Brandon, once he got his rocks off, never took the time to eat her or even diddled her, so that she could cum in return. After Ellie swallowed his load, he'd thank her and trot off to the shower, leaving her alone to finish herself off.
Once in a while he would initiate morning sex. He would reach over and rub her tits and pull her nipples and then reach into her crotch and start to finger her clit. However, the minute she was wet enough, he would enter her cunt from behind, fuck, cum and roll out of bed, having satisfied himself with a quickie. Ellie had nothing against quickies; it was just that she wanted one, too.
At first, Brandon, her ex (she liked to refer to him as her X as if she were crossing him out), was very attentive and always made sure that she too got her jollies when they screwed. As a matter of fact, he would cheer her on like a racehorse coming to the finish as he rode her to climax. Then he'd strut like a peacock to the bathroom, bragging that he and "Wonder Boy," as he called his prick, had worked their magic once again and brought his woman in a winner! But two days after they moved in together, it was all about him.
Ellie did everything she could to cajole and encourage him to return to his generous fucking ways. She would tell him how expert he was at satisfying her and how she loved exposing her raw emotion to him when he made her writhe in orgasm. But, once the chase was over and sex was always available to him, he settled in, made himself at home and expected service.
Six months later Ellie took the direct approach and told him that the only way he was going to cum before her ever again was if he humped himself. So, if he ever wanted a good morning bugle call or Friday evening fuck, he better be prepared to get her off first.
Bullshit, he called her a selfish, demanding bitch and moved back to the base. That was a month ago.
Ellie hated the idea of going to a local watering hole to pick someone up, but she was desperate. Her vibrator just didn't cut it anymore. She wanted a hot cock attached to a hot body. Hell, she'd settle for a mediocre cock attached to a warm body if she could get it!
When Friday night came, Ellie put on her best ass-hugging jeans and soft blue cotton tee that would show off her tits. Ellie was not tall, slim or blonde. A petite 5'2" she measured 34C-24-36 and had short curly brown hair. She avoided the bar near the base that the airforce boys frequented and chose, instead, Connie's, an Irish sports pub just around the corner from her apartment. Sitting on the only open stool at the bar, Ellie ordered herself a Bass Ale on tap and settled in with the regulars to watch the Red Sox, who were playing the Blue Jays on the TV over the bar.
The guys at the bar were friendly and fun. They liked having a cute, relatively young girl of twenty-seven join them at the bar. Ellie laughed readily and talked and joked easily with everyone. A Sox fan anyway, she fit right in, cheering and booing with the crowd during the course of the game. She thought that, even if she didn't get laid tonight, at least, she was having fun with guys who treated her like their "darling".
Randall Carson, Randy, was a little later than usual showing up at Connie's, and his usual stool at the bar was taken. He had had one hell of a week, and he needed an attitude adjustment big time.
The bartender gives Randy, a Friday happy hour regular at Connie's, a nod as he comes in the door, saying, "The usual?"
