I woke up with a crushing hangover. I was lying on the cold white floor surrounded by my four roommates, Matt, Jeff, Max and Benny. It seemed like we had gotten very drunk. I couldn't remember very much, but several empty bottles of Greek brandy soon jogged my memory. As I staggered to the bathroom to throw up, I saw a piece of paper on the table. It was an official signed bet, for 100 pounds, that each of us could sleep with a different one of the five girls. I had chosen Alex, Max had decided on Claire, and Matt had chosen Fiona, although I couldn't even remember him being there. Jeff had chosen Lucy, which had left Benny with Tanya (or Tintin as we sometimes called her). As I was about to enter the bathroom, a knock came on the door.
'Hi guys, it's Tanya, open up,' called Tanya's far-too-cheerful-for-this-early voice.
'Shit shit shit,' I thought. Quickly I folded the paper and placed it in the pocket of Jeff's shorts, she would never look there. I opened the door. 'Sorry Tintin, but I have to go puke now, bye.' I rushed into the bathroom, leaving the others to deal with Tanya, semiconscious though they might be.
Bye the time I was showered and feeling better again it was time for my early morning run, but I really didn’t feel like it today. My head was pouning and 100 pounds was at stake in this bet, I felt like I should be doing something towards winning it. I was feeling like maybe I shouldn’t have picked Alex, she would certainly be the hardest of the group to seduce. I pulled on some beach clothes and decided to think about this more under the hot sun. While I was stretching I was still trying to come up with a plan, but I couldn’t think of anything.
As I was leaving the apartment I heard a familiar voice say ‘Hey!’ It was Jazz, one of the four girls I had met earlier in the week. She was wearing blue swim hotpants which showed a little of her ass at the bottom, and a blue bikini top, and she looked great. Her hair was more blonde than before, maybe it had been bleached by the sun.
‘Good morning,’ I called to her. She came running over, her small breasts bouncing in the bikini top. My cock gave a murmur.
‘Hi,’ she said, standing nervously in front of me, playing with her hair. ‘How are you?’
‘Oh fine, I was just off to the beach.’
‘Really, me too. Lets go. I want to try out my new swimsuit. What do you think?’ She gave a little twirl. My cock began to get harder
‘Very nice,’ I said. ‘Very, very nice.’
I could hardly stand now my cock was so hard, so I decided walking was the best solution. We set off for the beach together. As we rounded a corner near the beach, a car came screeching down the small street. Jazz jumped out of the way, inadvertently pressing her body full against me. She panted and turned red, then gave me what I thought was a seductive glance.
‘Fuck that was scary,’ she said. She was shaking, and she clung to my arms.
‘Is your name really Jazz?’ I asked after she had calmed down a little.
‘Jasmine,’ she replied, still panting a little. Was it my imagination, or had a look of lust replaced her panic?
We stood staring at each other for a few seconds, I realised my hand was now on her hip. I glanced around. We were right outside a large restaurant. I grabbed her hand.
‘This way.’
Jasmine let me pull her into the restaurant, where we made our way directly to the ladies bathroom. I pulled her into the cubicle and locked the door. We dropped our beach gear onto the floor.
‘I’ve always wanted to fuck in a cubicle,’ she giggled nervously.
I made no reply. Instead I pulled off her blue top, and tore down her hotpants. Her ass was soft and curvaceous, and her small breasts were truly beautiful to see in the flesh. I licked her nipples one after the other, and pushed her back hard against the wall of the cubicle.
‘Ouch, wait, wait,’ protested Jasmine. She wriggled out of my grip and pulled off my t-shirt and beach shorts. She took my rock hard dick in her small hands and wrapped her tongue around my shaft. It was probably the best feeling I have ever experienced. She ran her tongue up and down the length of my dick. I pushed her off and held her hands above her head.
I could see her pussy, with its small trail of brown hair, swollen with her desire to fuck. Her juices were glistening at the tops of her thighs. My cock was slick with her saliva. I pushed her against the wall of the cubicle and slid my hard cock into her. She moaned and tensed her body. I picked her up and began fucking her hard into the wall. She panted and moaned and her juices ran down her thighs even more than before.
Jasmine protested again, and motioned for me to move towards the toilet. I did so, with her impaled on my dick. Once we got there, she pulled me towards her so that I was straddling the seat. She put her legs down on top of the toilet and began bouncing up and down on my dick, getting faster and faster. My dick was all the way inside her, I could feel the roof of her pussy rubbing on me. I threw my head back and tried to wait to cum in her, but it was too much.
‘Stop or I’ll cum in you,’ I panted.
‘Do it, fuck, do it right now,’ she panted back, and intensified her bouncing.
I groaned and let loose a long stream of cum into her. I could feel it dripping back from her pussy walls onto my dick. Jasmine stood up on the seat, allowing me to slide out of her. She jumped off the seat and began to suck the remaining cum off my dick. It had been beginning to go limp, but now it seemed like it might be revived. She picked up her towel and wiped the sweat off her stomach and breasts, then smiled.