Me and Jane hadn't been getting for a while. When we first started seeing each other it was amazing! She had the same kinks as me, and liked sex even more than I did. Many was the time I'd be woken up by shifting position in bed to play with my cock, which would invariably lead to fucking her.
When we first started fucking, before we were properly a couple, my house mates hated her! She was a nice enough girl, and tidied up after herself when she came around the shared house, but she was not in the slightest bit quite when we fucked. I could be fingering her while she tossed me off, ploughing her from behind, or thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her tight arse wrapped around my cock while she rode me, and she'd be screaming the house down with pleasure.
I was so oblivious though, fully caught up in the fun of a new romance to realise the reason I was having trouble falling asleep after was because the guys downstairs had turned the volume on the TV up to drown her out. And then getting woken up again only a few hours later...
Although the sex was great, and involved more than one other girl joining in on occasion, Jane wasn't right. As the relationship grew, I found out more and more about her was a lie. She had constructed a personality that she thought was what I wanted, faking interests in my hobbies, taste in music, and love of horror movies. More than that though, she had lied about some pretty serious stuff. Like having cancer. Or being raped when she was younger.
By the time all this was coming to light, I was ready to just walk, but she had already threatened to harm herself if I left her. Although so much about her was a lie, that was a risky move on my part, and I don't mind admitting I wussed out of making a hard decision. I just carried on, hoping things would get better, or a real reason for us to split up would come along.
And then along came Beth. She was a girl I'd met years back, when I was single, but she had ended up with a mate instead of going home with me one night, and just fallen into a relationship with him. We ended up getting to be good friends, and although Karl was a friend, we were far from close at that time in our lives.
One night, round at Karl's place, Beth and I were being a bit flirty, but that was no surprise. Most of my mates knew it was all but done with Jane, and we kept it out of sight of Karl as much as possible. As far as I was concerned, it was just flirting though, something I'm surprisingly good at. I'm no oil painting, being a bit skinny, with glasses and some very geeky hobbies. Being confident and funny are the only ways I've ever known how to get laid, and sometimes the flirty side of my personality comes out because I don't really know how else to talk to girls.
The conversations I enjoy are always frank and open, be that about politics, religion, Star Trek vs, Star Wars, or sex. And it seemed that sex wasn't just on my mind that night. It's been so long now, and I was a bit merry with beer that I can't remember how the topic came up, but the long standing rumour of my cock size was on the table. This had started in high school, almost certainly because the girl who first encountered it in an intimate fashion thought it was massive. I can only feel sympathy for her previous lover.
At best I am a little above average in length, but have what could be considered an impressive girth. Having been circumcised at a young age, a lot of my partners have also commented on how attractive my cock is.
I never even knew that could be a thing until it was brought up when a couple of ex-girlfriends were all around the same table. The rumour had survived in part due to guys who were way better looking than me being convinced I must be hiding something magnificent below the belt for me to have slept with as many hot women as I have.
As the conversation was carrying on, Beth nodded me to follow her out the room, and without thinking on it at all I was happy to do so. When my cock is the subject of a conversation, I try not to get involved anyway. It seems like denying I have a monster down there just makes people think I'm being modest, and I wasn't going to lie and encourage a falsehood, just to end up with a disappointed lover in the future.
Beth wasted no time once we were beyond earshot though, and straight up asked me, "So, just how big are we talking?"
I was slightly taken aback, but knew she was interested and that things hadn't been going so well with her and Karl. "A little over seven inches," I replied, "but thick enough not to let anyone down. I never lie when I say it isn't that big!"
She kept eye contact as I spoke, biting her bottom lip with the cutest little half smile. With her left arm she reached out and took my shoulder, pulling me close and whispering, "Sounds pretty fucking good to me," while her other hand extended a couple of fingers and stroked my soft cock through the denim of my jeans. With that she kissed me quickly on the lips and returned to the gathering. Needing to piss, I was happy to stagger our return, and when I did walk back in, she was sat next to her boyfriend, but made sure to smile at me as I took my seat on the floor and reclaimed my beer.
The night, as nights do, carried on, with booze and good humour, until only a few stragglers were left. Come the end of the night, Karl had turned in, along with his housemates, another couple who had retired hours earlier. Beth had gone outside to smoke by the front door, and I hadn't wanted to either leave her alone, or be left alone in the front room of someone else's house, so had joined her. After ten minutes she had finished smoking, but made no move to return indoors. Even in the early hours of the morning it was warm enough to be outside not even needing a jacket.
As I sat on the wall that led to the front door, she came and stood close to me. With how forward she was being earlier, I figured if she wanted anything to happen, she'd make the move. While everyone knew me and Jane were having problems, her relationship issues were less well known, and I didn't want to make a move on a girl who was seeing someone else!
That was the plan at least, but as she stepped even closer, I lifter my hand, and without saying anything ran a couple of fingers up the inside of her thigh. At that point, I could have been slapped in the face, she could have called her fella down and he'd have beaten the crap out of me. This was nought to sixty in flirting terms, but there was something about her, about the way she was leaning in, the way she had been looking at me all night.
She took an extra half step closer though. Not that getting closer was an issue, but it meant her legs had parted just a little bit more. I pushed ahead at that point, because why the fuck not? Even through jeans and panties, I could feel the warmth, and she was soon pushing down against me grinding her clit on my fingers through the layers of clothes. We were stood on her front porch, on a quiet residential street at gone three in the morning, so I wasn't too worried about being caught!
Her hand was happy to do some work too, and although there were a couple of layers between my cock and her fingers, just feeling her pussy grinding against me had already gotten me rock hard and throbbing. Our mouths met hurriedly, no hint of being delicate, both us wanting each other, wanting to feel each other. Her tongue was in my mouth, flicking against me tongue, pushing in deep enough for me to suck on it before she pulled back and I plunged my tongue between her lips.
Her fingers were struggling to wrap around my cock, grasping at it, and stroking, against tight denim it was straining against, she just couldn't get a purchase. Looking over her shoulder, then pulling back from the kiss to look over mine, I was sure the coast was clear.
