The Surprise

"We're going to be late. Get in the car."

My best friend Quinn was at my door asking me to, well, honestly, I didn't know what she was asking me to do.

"Late for what?" I asked.

"I can't tell you that. You'll have to trust me."

We had been friends forever. I had always trusted her before. But it wasn't my birthday and I wasn't getting married or having a baby, so a surprise party seemed improbable. Would I like whatever was at the end of the car ride? There was only one way to find out.

Quinn tore out of the driveway and took off down the street, the tires screeching as she rounded the corner.

"Slow down!" I yelled. I knew she had said we were late (Late for what? I wanted to ask), but if we got pulled over for speeding, we'd really be behind schedule.

She shook her head. "Can't. There's a black bandanna in the glovebox. Tie it around your eyes so you can't see."

I opened the glovebox and took it out. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me what's going on," I said. "I mean, if we were going to rob a bank, I'd be putting this over my nose and mouth, not my eyes. You're not kidnapping me, are you?"

Quinn laughed. "Just do it. It's going to be fun."

Oh, yeah? Fun for who? I wondered.

We drove for about ten minutes. I wasn't able to follow the turns and make any sense of the route. But then Quinn stopped the car, so we must have made it to our destination. I reached up to remove the bandanna from my eyes.

"Nope!" Quinn said, grabbing my hands. "I'll lead you in. Hang on, let me come over to your side." She got out and came over to the passenger-side door, opened it and gently took my arm. "What's your number?"

"My number?" I asked. "Like my phone number? My social security number? What number?"

"You know, how many guys have you been with?"

"About half as many as you!" I teased.

"Do you think you'd be able to tell who's who blindfolded?" She helped me out of the car and led me away from it.

"Wait, what?"

"Watch your step here." We entered a building. I could feel the air conditioning on my skin. We walked for a short way.

"Hypothetically, you mean?" I asked. I was getting nervous. What the hell did she have up her sleeve?

"Hang on," Quinn stopped. "We have to wait for the elevator."

The elevator dinged. I heard the doors slide open. We got in, the doors closed, and I felt it ascend. I could have taken the bandanna off my eyes, but at this point I was curious.

"About twenty-five," I said.

"What?"

"You know, my number. Not all of them memorable," I added.

The elevator stopped. Quinn took my hand. "This way," she said and led me down a hallway.

I heard the click of the door. She must have held a key card up to the lock. She opened the door and I could feel that there was someone in the room. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne. We had to be in a hotel room because she sat me down on a bed.

"Ok. Here's your first challenge. I've arranged for some of your old boyfriends to stop by. They're going to come in one by one and it's up to you to identify them by their kiss. The rules are: you have to keep that bandanna around your eyes at all times. No peeking. And no talking. I'll give you about five minutes and then I'll come back to hear who you think it was. Got it?"

I said I did.

I heard Quinn leave and go into an adjoining room. She must have all the men corralled next door.

Contestant number one came over and sat next to me on the bed. He slipped his arm around me, put his mouth on mine and kissed me so sensuously there was no doubt who it was. It was my high school boyfriend, Gabe. I had always regretted not having sex with him when I had the chance. I was such a priss in high school. But I wasn't now. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I wanted his hands all over me. I ran my fingers down his arm and tried to move his hand to my breast. That hand was not budging. Damn it. I hadn't heard that no touching was one of the rules. A couple more minutes of this and I was going to be a puddle on the floor. Gabe must have felt the same way because the next thing I knew, he had jumped up and left for the other room.

"What the hell was that?" I heard Quinn say.

"That was Gabe, right?" I asked. "Send everyone away and let him come back in. I want to fuck him like I never did in high school."

"No." Quinn said. "I mean, yes, Gabe, but no, you can't fuck him. I'll explain later. Pull yourself together, here comes the next guy."

The second contestant came in, sat down next to me and shoved his tongue in my mouth. Louis. I'd recognize that lousy kiss no matter how many years passed by. Did I have to put up with five minutes of him? I needed a signal for when I was ready for the next one.

"You can go, Louis," I said. "Send Quinn back in."

"You're going through them too fast," she said as she hurried in. "And you violated the No Talking rule."

I apologized, said I'd try to take my time, and that she could send in the next guy.

I knew who it was before he even kissed me. There are some men who smell so good I would like to lick sawdust off their sweaty backs and this man was definitely one of them. It wasn't cologne, it was simply the smell of his skin. He took my face in my hands and kissed me deeply.

I wanted to devour this man. I wanted my clothes to fly off me. I wanted to feel his hard cock entering me. I wanted to kiss him for the allotted five minutes and then I wanted to get down to some serious business.

"Penn," I purred. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. His hand came up under my top and cupped my breast. His thumb ran over my erect nipple. If I remembered correctly, I was about twenty seconds away from an orgasm. This guy was that good. How did I let Quinn know that it was time to send everyone else home? I didn't want to kiss anyone else, frog or otherwise.

Penn slowly kissed my neck and slid his hand up my thigh. I spread my legs farther apart to help him.

"I'm just supposed to kiss you," he whispered. "Nothing more. Not until later anyway."

I wasn't about to tell him to stop. I was regretting having worn panties, but how was I to have known this was where I would find myself?

There was a knock on the door and Quinn came in. How had five minutes passed? She told Penn to leave.

"Look," I said. "Let him stay. Send everyone home. You can go, too. Leave the two of us here alone."

"Maybe you'll like the next round better," she said. She must have motioned for Penn to leave because I felt him get up off the bed. I was about to rip the bandanna off my eyes and follow him. "Come on, Cass," Quinn said. "Play along."

I sighed and agreed to go along with whatever she had planned for another half hour. It had been years since I had felt Penn's touch. What would another thirty minutes matter?

"Your next challenge," Quinn said. "Is to guess who's who just by touching them. How well do you remember all those cocks?"

"Some were more memorable than others, that's for sure," I said. "Send in Bachelor Number One."

Quinn outlined the rules. My hand would be guided by each man to his cock. Again, I'd have five minutes to identify who it belonged to. There was still to be no talking since their voice would give them away.

Quinn left and a man entered. He stood in front of me for a moment as he unzipped his pants and let them slide to the floor. He took my hand and put it on his erect penis.

Marcus! I'd know that teeny, tiny cock anywhere. He had been a skilled lover and had shown me that size didn't matter. Marcus and I had had crazy-wild sex at least five times a week for the year we were together. And I had loved giving him head because I never gagged. Maybe I'd take him in my mouth now. Why not? I smiled at the thought.

I took my other hand and pulled him closer. I sucked him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock.

"Yes," he moaned.

Before I could really get started, the door opened and Quinn burst in.

"No talking!" she admonished.

"But I know who it is," I said. "Marcus, right?"

Quinn told him to scoot. I heard him pull is pants up from his ankles, zip them, and exit.

"I think maybe five minutes is too long." Quinn said. "Maybe we should have everyone line up and you can go down the line and see who you can identify."

I doubted any of them could get hard in a roomful of other men. And I doubted I could recognize anyone's flaccid penis. Maybe Nick or Theo since they weren't circumcised, but other than that, I wouldn't bet on it.

Quinn sat next to me on the bed. "I thought this would be fun," she said. "But I remember now that I'm the one who likes a challenge. You're the one who likes sex. Not that I don't like sex and not that you don't like a challenge. But maybe you should have arranged this game for me."

"And you should have arranged for the best lover to meet me here." She asked which one was the best and I told her Penn. "He's the perfect combination of experience and enthusiasm. Can't you tell the others to leave and send Penn back in?"

Quinn agreed. She went to the adjoining room and told everyone to go home. I didn't hear her exact words, but I could hear the protests and then movement as they left. The door between the rooms opened one last time and Penn came in. I heard him lock that door and then go over and double lock the door to the hallway.

I started to remove the bandanna from my eyes, but Penn told me to leave it on. He gently pushed me down so that I was lying on the bed with my feet on the floor. I felt him kneel down and run his hands from my ankles, up my shins, up my thighs, and then skim my panties. He ran one finger on either side of them. I was sure we weren't in a hurry. We probably had all night. But I wanted him now.

Rip those panties off me or hook them over to one side and slide in, Penn, my body was screaming.

He teased me there for a few moments and then ran his hands up my sides and over my breasts. He kissed and licked down my cleavage as he unbuttoned my blouse and then expertly unhooked my bra as I arched my back. He was taking it slow.

His hands moved down to my wrists and made small light circles all the way up my arms. He remembered how I love to be touched softly all over. There had been times when that was enough to send me over the edge.

His hands returned to my breasts. He drew small circles around one nipple as he pulled the other into his mouth. I wanted to watch him. I was curious to see if he had changed over the years. But the pleasure he was giving me outweighed my curiosity. The blindfold stayed over my eyes.

I felt the softest touch sweeping over my body. It was softer and wider than a feather. Down my arms, up my sides, down the outside of my legs and then up the insides all the way to my dripping pussy, then up my abdomen, between my breasts, around my neck and then slow swirls over my nipples. What was it? It felt silky, light and wonderful.

Penn set that aside and kissed me again. Lying on top of me now, I could feel how hard he was. For as tiny as Marcus was, Penn was huge. I wanted him to plunge right in me. I was beyond ready. I reached down but I couldn't get my hand between our bodies.

"Not yet," he said.

The next thing I knew, his head was between my legs sucking on my clit giving it a mini blowjob. I gasped and came instantly. How the hell did he do that? He backed off a bit and licked gently while simultaneously teasing with his fingers. I thought I was about to start hallucinating from the pleasure of it.

He came back up and kissed me. "Taste what I taste," he said.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I tore the bandanna off my head and saw him smiling. I slipped out from under him. I rolled him over and straddled him.

Looking deep into his eyes, I took the head of that enormous cock into me. I rocked it in and out, taking more and more little by little. Finally, I sat up on my knees, completely full of him. God, I had missed his cock.

He reached down to my clit, but I moved his hand away. I wanted to feel nothing but his cock deep within me for now. I grabbed the headboard and fucked him hard. It didn't matter how much noise I made--I knew there was no one in the next room.

Now that I was no longer blindfolded, I could watch his face. When I saw he was about to cum, I quickly hopped off and took him into my mouth. I licked and sucked and was rewarded within seconds. I drank it in and held it in my mouth and then went up to kiss him.

"Taste what I taste," I told him.

He licked my lips and they slowly parted as his tongue found its way inside. My mouth was full and his tongue danced all over. Dribbling down his chin. He tried to swallow but laughed and a river flowed all over his face. I licked him till he was clean, both of us laughing all the while. With laughter, you know it's right.