Sexual Reminisces
With everyone trying to recover from the avalanche of sex that the four had launched, Jim went to the kitchen and without asking, made everyone a much stronger drink, double shots of tequila for the girls and double scotches for the guys.
Celia, nude except for a Tee top she'd thrown on after her watching Paul fuck her friend, and occasional lover, Joanna. Both men remained nude, while Joanna had a towel draped across her lower extremities.
It wasn't long before a second round was needed, and Paul got up to do the honors. As he poured the liquor into a fresh set of glasses, he asked the others, "What do we do next? I mean, I'm all for another session ..." he pointed to his semi-flaccid penis and added, "but my friend, and yours ..." he grinned and nodded at Joanna, "appear to be in need of a brief respite."
Jim stood up and flipped his penis with two fingers and said, "My guy's not dead, but he sure needs a transfusion of sorts ... I wonder, Joanna could you give me an energy transfusion?"
Everyone laughed, and as Paul brought the drinks back to the others, Joanna sank down to her knees, ready to comply with Jim's request.
"Hey, hey," Paul chirped, not revealing any rancor at Jim for asked Joanna for a blowjob. "Don't make the poor girl waste all that sucking power on your limp dick. Let's do something creative."
"Like what?" Celia asked, showing interest.
"Mmmm, yeah," Joanna said from her kneeling position.
"Well, we could all use some ... refresher time, so what if we entertained one another with how we had our first introductions to sex?"
"Ewe!" Celia gasped. "First times suck!"
"Oh now you've gone and spoiled the ending of your story!" Paul chided, obviously kidding her. Everyone, Celia included laughed at his quick response.
Paul waited a moment and then said, "What I meant was we tell about our initial sexual experiences. If the first time was a bummer, skip it and go to that really good first time. If we appear entertained by your story, keep going until you feel you have to stop.
Celia jumped in saying: "You mean like telling something that the others may not know about?"
"Yeah, that's the idea," Paul answered.
"Well then," Celia said, "Me and my college roomie used to go down on each other, pretending Jim had just come in us."
Jim nearly spat out his drink as the words left her mouth because that was not at all where he thought the conversation was going.
"Can you say that again?" Paul asked, leaning in closer. Celia's blush was slight, but obvious, and he wondered if she had meant to say it out loud. "And for the record, who's the 'we' you refer too?"
Celia brightened at the question, and quickly replied, "That would have been Jacqueline. Remember her guys? I don't think Joanna ever met her. She left school during sophomore year. Preggers, you know?"
"I didn't know ..." Jim said.
"I never met her, at least I don't recall having met her," Paul said.
Celia was quick to pick up on her husband's weak reply. "You didn't know? Could you have been the one to knock her up?"
"Umm, Paul interjected, "This is going off track, guys."
"I just want to know if Jim here, knocked up my roomie," Celia was pissed, or appeared so.
Taking a deep breath, Jim answered his wife's accusation. "No, I certainly didn't knock her up. The closest thing to sex I ever had with her was bumping into her tits by accident when coming out of your bathroom one time. I didn't know she was coming in at the same time I was going out."
"I know," Celia said with a smug smile. I just wanted to bust your balls, baby!"
"CELIA!" Jim yelled in exasperation. Joanna and Paul clutched each other while they laughed at the trick Celia had pulled on her husband.
"Is there any story here, Celia, or are you busting all our humps?" Paul inquired.
"Oh, yeah, sorry guys ... Jacqueline and I wanted Jim, you know, we girls fantasize. Anyway, we took turns, wondering what it would be like if we hooked up with you."
"Now you tell me you were all hot for me!" Jim laughed and both women joined him.
"I used to make stories up, just to tease her ... I'd tell her I heard you getting it on with some girl a door or two down the hall, or that we'd just finished a quickie in the alley down the street. Jackie wanted to hear this shit ... can you believe it? I mean, I'm making it up as I go along and she knows what I'm doing, but still get's hotter than a two dollar pistol from my telling her a piece of fiction."
"People relate to fiction," Paul said matter-of-factly, "I should know, I make a living at it."
"Don't I know it?" Celia said giddily. I mean like, I'd stumble into the room and tell her it had happened. Then I'd push her down onto my bed, my hand in her hair as she begged to hear more. By the time I felt her mouth on my thigh she was practically cumming and I was right behind her. She dove in, eating my pussy like she was crazy. 'I can taste him' she'd moan, fucking me with her tongue. 'I can taste his cum inside you.'"
Paul leaned back and took a drink, wondering if he had been that clueless in school or on reconsidering the decent number of girls he'd had in college, perhaps it was the present day that he was being foolish.
"I wish you had told me, honey," Jim finally said, kissing Celia's fingers. "I mean, I might have been able to help."
"It was just a fantasy, baby," she said with a shrug. "Besides, it was the only way I could get her to go down on me. Sometimes you have to be creative."
And that set the tone for the next forty-seven minutes.
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