I live with a room mate. Jim and I knew each other in high school. After I got my AA degree and found a job -- a good one with a future although I'm not making a lot right now - I needed to move closer to my work and finally get on my own. I met Jim by accident in a bar and since we knew each other we talked a little and it turned out he was ready to move so we ended up moving in together. Sharing a two bedroom apartment is a lot cheaper than paying for a one bedroom on my own.
I'm 22 years old, male, 6'2", 205 pounds. Not gorgeous but at least acceptable looking. I have a problem getting laid. I think that I'm probably too nice. I don't like to force a girl. So, I end up having sex with sluts, easy girls that I don't really want to spend any time with once we've fucked. It isn't what I want but that's where I am right now.
Jim and I were relaxing, having a beer. The work day was over, the weekend was ready to start. Maybe I need to add that Jim and I don't have a lot in common. We get along o.k., he's honest and we pay the rent on time. But the longer we live together the more I realize that we'll never be great buddies. He's an auto mechanic, makes more money that me at the moment. I'm in an office. I should end up making more than him eventually because he'll probably never make more than he does now, except for cost of living increases. I think about the future more, he is just interested in today.
We both wonder what we should do this evening and he suggests that he planned to go to the miniature golf course not all that far away. He claims there are always girls there. That doesn't seem logical to me, I figure it would be families with kids. But he claims that girls are always there, maybe a little young sometimes, but it's a good place to pick them up. I had nothing better to do so I go along with him. We drive there in his car.
It's a busy place. Two separate courses with people lined up waiting to get started. There are families with kids. There also are a lot of high school kids, boys and girls. But at least this evening, there were two fairly good looking girls that seemed to be old enough, maybe twenty or so. So we got in line behind them at one of the courses and tried to get a little talk going. One of them is friendlier than the other.
The friendly one is tall, maybe 5'9" or so and slim. Not bad looking, dark hair, wearing jeans and a blouse. The other one interested me. She was even better looking. A couple inches shorter and not as thin. Seemed to have great breasts. Blonde. Well, sort of dark blonde but natural looking, not dyed. Wearing a blouse and skirt, a fairly full skirt, not some tight little mini. We did manage to get them to agree that we'd play as a foursome.
The taller one is named Marie and the blonde is Joanne. Jim immediately starts pairing up with Marie, which is fine with me. I notice right away that Joanne doesn't have any idea how to play golf. She would tap the ball over and over. It must have taken her eight strokes to finish the first hole. So I started trying to help her. At first I just wanted her to hit it harder but that didn't accomplish much because she wouldn't hit it the right direction. So I got behind her, reached around her and tried to help her aim the ball and hit it by having her hold the club and me hold over her hands.
This works but each time, my cock is against her ass and as she swings and moves
she rubs her butt against me and I start getting hard. I begin to realize she has a great ass. Great body overall. And in the course of time we actually seem to get along better and she seems a little more friendly. I also catch her eyeing my erection as Marie and Jim and I take our turns and I'm fairly sure she purposely rubs herself against me as she starts expecting me to help her on every single shot. Marie even mentions it and asks Jim to help her the same way.
Well, if you've ever played miniature golf on a crowded course, you know it takes time and there's always some one up ahead that's slow. So we had lots of time to talk and get acquainted. Jim was first to bring up the idea that maybe the four of us could go somewhere after golf. That seemed agreeable all the way around. The result is, we never finish eighteen holes. I think it's hole ten, which was near the refreshment stand, when we all decide to turn in our clubs and do something else. Apparently, Jim had already suggested to Marie that the four of us go back to our place and have a beer and she agreed. So it ends up that Jim will drive Marie and since Joanne drove, I'd ride with her.
We head to the parking lot. Joanne has a six year old Mustang. Nice little car. We get in. Then before she even starts the car she turns to me.
"I better explain something. I've been with the same guy since high school, three years. We broke up. Mostly it's because I realized he's a jerk. I think I jut stayed with him because of the sex. He's the only person I've ever been with. I don't know Marie very well, we work together. She kept telling me I needed to get out and start over, quit sitting at home, broke up about breaking up. She said what I really needed was to get laid and realize that my previous guy was not the only one that could give me pleasure. The old argument about if you fall off a horse the best thing to do is get back on again, and all that stuff. So I came with her. I know her well enough to know that she plans to have sex with your room mate. I'm not that sure. Now that I'm faced with it, I don't know that I can do this."
Then she looks at me. I'm supposed to answer that. All I can do is be truthful. Unfortunately, that's me. "Joanne," I tell her, "you're beautiful. You're pretty, you have a great body. I'd love to have sex with you." What the heck, I'm in sales. Plan to make my living that way. Try some salesmanship here. "I want to be naked with you, caress those gorgeous breasts, suck your nipples, taste what I know will be a delicious pussy and give you more orgasms that you've ever had. I want us to have the best sex of our lives. But I can't do that unless that's what you want, too. Because I'll never force you into anything, it all has to be with your cooperation, your wanting it too."
I think it worked because she turns the key and starts the car. "Tell me how to get to your place," she says.
We walk in the door of our apartment and Jim is pulling back from Marie. Obviously, they had been kissing. Joanne walks past them toward the hall and asks," Which is your bedroom?" I tell her and she goes in. I follow, closing the door after me. She's standing there unbuttoning and starting to get her clothes off. So I do the same.
She's naked. Gorgeous. Largest tits I've ever been with, small waist, almost flat tummy, great legs and a perfect ass, full and round and up high. Pretty face, blue eyes, small nose, good chin. I tell her, "You could be a centerfold. You're gorgeous."
