For the sake of context, one might want to read the first segment of this series. Please note that all who are mentioned in this piece are 18 years of age or older. I hope that you enjoy the story!
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My brain was racing a mile a minute. My girlfriend's friend had just given me my first blowjob which resulted in a mind blowing orgasm. That would have been enough to fantasize about for months. But, when she offered Sandy a taste of my cum from her fingertip, my mind went into overdrive. This is the type of image that remains burned into one's memory bank. Just the thought of it now brings back not only the image of Sandy's tongue licking cum from Angel's finger, but also the feeling of the evening air wafting in through the open door, the fragrance of Angel's perfume competing with the stale air of the bowling alley, the image of Angel's full tits, still free from the constraint of her top, and the noise of bowling balls crashing into pins.
But, there was another noise as well. As the afterglow of my orgasm began to subside and my brain returned to its normal rhythm, it was the noise of falling pins that captured my attention. Another pin setting machine was jammed, and I turned to see which lane needed attention just as the white trouble light was illuminated. I looked down at Angel and Sandy and said," I will just be a second." Then I raced down to the machine that had malfunctioned while tugging my zipper back up. I flicked the switch to turn off the machine and then climbed up to find that a pin had jammed very tightly. It took a lot of coaxing for me to free it, and all the while I was hoping that Angel would still be half naked when I finished and returned to the girls.
It is very likely that both girls could read the disappointment on my face when I got back to find that not only was Angle fully dressed, but they were getting ready to leave. "I hope you enjoyed this evening's performance," Angel said with a grin. She continued, " Sandy was paying close attention, so you just might get lucky again sometime this week."
I looked at Sandy and smiled. She had a bit of a sheepish look on her face. "Thanks for the ice cream," I said, looking directly at Sandy. Then I turned to Angel and thanked her as well, but I did not have the confidence to come right out and say "Thanks for the blowjob, Angel." I just kind of murmured "Thanks, Angel." I walked Sandy to her side of the car and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. She reached for my hand and squeezed it and then said goodnight. I still had an hour and a half till closing time after they drove off. There was no need to look at any of the magazines for the rest of the evening!
In today's world things would have moved along much more quickly. I would have been sending Sandy a text before they even reached the highway! The pace of life was much slower in those days. I would not dare to call Sandy when I got home after midnight for fear that her parents would answer the phone and lecture me about calling so late and then suggest that I call at a more reasonable hour before hanging up. And when I did finally get through to her on the phone, I could not possibly say anything in reference to what had happened at the bowling alley without risking someone in one or both of our households catching a sentence or a phrase that would get us both in trouble. No, the discussion about what happened or about what might follow had to be squelched until we happened to find ourselves in a private setting, and that could literally be days or even a week in the future.
Of course, that did not stop me from fantasizing over and over again about the event that took place behind the pin setting machines in the bowling alley. Guys often made crude remarks about jerking off in the locker room. Rarely was it about themselves, but rather about else who had to jerk off because they did not have a girlfriend, as if to say that since they happened to be dating someone there was no need for them to masturbate. More often than not, it was a put down to say that the only orgasms some guys would experience were ones that they gave themselves. I often wondered about that, and sometimes felt bad because, for most of those years, I was firmly in that category of having no girlfriend. I often wondered how classmates of mine like Diane whom I had known from grade school, or Susan who was my best friend's sister or any number of other girls in school would feel if they ever discovered that they were the objects of my fantasies as I lay in bed at night stroking my cock. Of course, the women in the magazines had largely taken over this duty once I started working at the bowling alley, but now that would all change. My fantasies would now revolve around what Angel did and what Sandy might do, the possibilities seemed endless.
A week or so after the experience at the bowling alley, Sandy and I made plans to go for a picnic. There was a lake nearby, and I had a canoe. Sandy seemed more than a little excited about the prospect of making lunch and joining me for a paddle on the lake. It was a weekday so the boat launch was not overly crowded. Sandy was wearing shorts and tennis sneakers and a white blouse. I could vaguely make out her bra under the material of her blouse, and I hated the thought of losing the opportunity of studying her from behind by covering her up in a life jacket, but a sense of maturity prevailed, and I held out the jacket and advised that she put it on as I zipped mine up. We put the canoe in the water, loaded the lunch and sodas and a blanket that Sandy had brought along and shoved off.
We headed for a point that was on the opposite shore, maybe a little over a mile off. It was on the quiet and, at this time of day, the shady side of the lake. There was very little boat traffic so the lake was still, and we made our way to our destination with ease. Sandy was excited to be out on the water, not having had much opportunity to experience boating in her life. We pulled the canoe up on shore and found a secluded spot behind some trees to enjoy our lunch. The lake sparkled between the trees, but we were somewhat hidden from view from anyone who happened to paddle by. Between bites of our sandwiches, we talked or rather, Sandy talked. She seemed to have so much to say, so much nervous energy. Finally, she noticed that I was finished with my sandwich and was checking out dessert while she had only taken a few bites. "I guess that I should focus on eating", she said with a chuckle.
I took advantage of the opportunity to ask, "Have you been thinking about the other night?" I did not have to be more specific.
She knew exactly what I was talking about. She finished chewing and swallowed and then asked, "Have you?" She did not answer the question, instead she volleyed the ball back in my court.
I summed up the courage that I needed and answered as nonchalantly as I could, "Sure." A pause. The ball was back in her court.
"And what have you been thinking?"
I had had plenty of time to prepare for this conversation, and despite having the maturity level of an average 18 year old male, I knew that I needed to downplay how awesome it was to see Angel's tits and to feel her mouth on my cock and to caress her hair as she brought me to an explosive orgasm. Instead I responded, " Would you like to know what the most erotic moment of that entire episode was?" She nodded. I sensed that she was partly afraid to hear the answer. "Seeing you lick my cum from Angel's finger," I said, looking straight into her eyes.
She looked relieved. "I thought you were going to say that seeing Angel's breasts and getting a blow job from her was the best part." she said. And then she went on, "It seemed like such a good idea when we first brought you the ice cream, but all week I have been worried that there was no way that I could measure up to Angel."
It was my turn, "Sandy, you don't need to measure up to Angel. I like you just the way you are."
