This story is long but it is complete, with additional parts to follow. There is plenty of sex with plenty of participants. So if you start the story, be rest assured there is a conclusion. It tells a complete story, based mostly around Nick, a 23-year old accountant, who strives to find true love but has a lot of fun in the process. In the beginning there is not much action, rather more plot development, but I don't think you'll be disappointed if you stick with it. If you are looking for a "stroke" story, this is not for you. This story took almost two years to write and then another four or five years to percolate and be revised again and again before it finally made its way here. Luckily it will not take nearly as long to read. I hope you enjoy it and if you could be so kind, please vote and/or leave comments at the end. I really would like to know how people react to this story. Thank you.
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The best sex of my life started just a few days before my best friend, Sam, married his high school sweetheart, Renee. They were the one of the most popular couples during our high school years. He was a star running back for the football team and she was a cheerleader, class president and valedictorian. After four years of college, at different colleges no less, they remained committed and faithful.
Sam and Renee were engaged a few weeks after their respective college graduations. Both had promising careers at higher than average starting salaries. He was sought after by many of the larger Chicago law firms and had a starting salary in the mid 60's. She was hired in an entry-level position as an assistant marketing director for a Fortune 500 corporation. Her salary was about $50,000, Sam had told me. They lived together in the Windy City after they became engaged, much to the disappointment of both their parents, even though it did make a lot sense financially. Their apartment was nearly $2,000 a month!
The town where we all grew up was small, population around 8,500. It was in lower, central Michigan, just a little under three hours from Chicago and under two hours from Detroit. Most of our group of friends had left our little town and moved on to Chicago, Detroit and even Milwaukee. I had stayed back, opting to join my father's CPA practice and learn the ropes from him before taking over in ten years or so. I had just bought a house, which at twenty-three, I felt was quite an accomplishment since I had no help from my parents. And since Sam and Renee’s parents both still lived in Hillsdale, the wedding was going to take place here.
The wedding was not until Saturday but most of the principals came into town by Wednesday. Since their schedules had not allowed for one and most everyone involved were from out of town, including the bride and groom, there were no bachelor or bachelorette parties. Renee did have a wedding shower but there were no big parties otherwise.
I was somewhat disappointed by this because being the best man I would have been in charge, so to speak, of such frivolities. And it could have been somewhat fun. But at the same time I knew that Sam would not go for anything along the line of strip joints or strippers at my house.
Most people knew that Sam and Renee had dated since they were both sixteen, but what most probably did not know but I did, was that they were both each other's "firsts." And since then neither had been with anyone else. At least that is what I have been told and believe.
Most would be surprised to know that about Sam. Renee, on the other hand, was very quiet and reserved and very much in love with Sam. Always had been. Sam, too, was very much in love with Renee, but he was more outgoing and could had very well had been a "player" in college but was not. And who knew that better than me who roomed with him all four years at the University of Michigan.
There were countless times I had witnessed where Sam could have "bedded" a coed but did not.
He is totally in love with Renee and was always committed to her, even during times they fought and he could have easily strayed with the rationale that he was young and not married or engaged to Renee. I truly believed he had not slept with anyone other than Renee.
Now understand this: I love Renee like a sister but even I was begging Sam to get “some” while in college. I knew he would marry Renee one day, heck, everybody did. But it is just that I thought he would regret it later if he did not at least sample what it was like with someone else.
On Thursday night we guys went out as a sort-of bachelor party send-off. But as expected, it seemed as if things were going to be pretty tame. Me, Sam, Brian, Chad and Phil gathered at my house to play some cards and when we got bored (okay, when Brian lost all his money), we decided to go out for a few beers.
There was a neighborhood bar that we frequented on breaks during our college years that also was not far from my new house. We decided to head over there since we could walk, being that it was only about ten minutes away. It was here that I thought things could get interesting.
One of the two bartenders working that night was a hot little blonde named Kim who had this massive set of tits. We had seen her there frequently when we had visited this bar often in the past and had gotten to know her a little bit. It had even been rumored that she used to dance at one of the strip clubs on the other side of town years ago. What was different about her tonight was that although her boobs were huge, she usually never showed much, if any, of her cleavage, although her shirts were usually nice and tight. Tonight, however, was different. Her shirt was tight AND revealing. Her tits were almost spilling out of her top, and as such, an even bigger group (mostly guys, of course) was crowded around the bar.
We sat down at a table in the back corner and to the side of the bar. From where Sam and I sat we had a perfect view of Kim’s profile. She looked terrific as she busied herself tending to drink orders. I know I kept looking over in case anything popped out.
We were there for about five minutes when she looked over and saw us. When she had a free moment she came over to say 'hi'. When she found out that this weekend was indeed the weekend Sam was going to get hitched, she said we needed to celebrate with a shot on the house. Since the bar was quite crowded, it took a few minutes for her to return. We had already ordered a pitcher of beer that we were happily drinking already, so there really was no rush.
When Kim returned to our table, all of us sat stunned. Instead of a tray, she carried two shot glasses in each of her small hands, but the fifth shot glass was fit snugly inside her cleavage. The whole bar seemed to be gawking at her as she strolled toward our table. When she arrived, she quickly handed out each of the shot glasses to Brian, Chad, Phil and me. But she instructed Sam to take his shot right where it was, and he could not use his hands. Sam had to do his shot using only his mouth!
On the count of three, all of us had downed our Jack Daniels as quick as we could so that we could witness poor ol' Sam attempting his shot from between Kim’s delightful mounds.
Poor ol' Sam my ass! It was quite a sight to see. I had the best seat, of course, because being next to him as she began to lean into him as his mouth reached out to completely encircle the shot glass, I had a fantastic view of the top of her orbs. She put her arms on the back of his chair when she leaned into him causing his nose to nestle a bit in her bosom. I swear he seemed to "sip" the shot instead of doing it like a man, but considering the position he was in, no one could blame him. Kim's breasts were a frequent topic of conversation among us young shits, and although Sam preferred thinner women with little tight asses that tended to have smaller chests, like Renee's, Kim's tits were a sight to behold for even an ass man. I, on the other hand, preferred women with big breasts.
With Sam sitting back down on his chair with the shot glass still in his mouth, Kim took it out of his mouth and gave him a peck on the cheek and told him congratulations and good luck. She even told him to wish Renee good luck, as well, as she knew her, too, because Renee had come in there with Sam and me on a few occasions.
Sam's head was spinning now, I could tell. A mix of beer, JD, and the scent of Kim's breasts hung in the air. We had whooped and hollered and Chad even called out that after no strippers, it was the next best thing, although I could have sworn I heard him say the 'next breast thing'.
Kim said that it was too bad for Sam and us that there were no strippers and that a few years back she may have been able to do something about that, which in my mind confirmed the rumors of her once being a stripper.
I thought any hope of Kim further displaying her assets was gone when she told us to all have a good time at the wedding and said she had to get back to work behind the bar.
