Chapter 3: The blonde bomb
Now, here is where things get interesting. Her friend from Norman, a tall, stacked, college girl of twenty-two is coming to party with us on the weekend. We discuss it over a good buzz and she suggests that we might have some fun. Though she never admitted the fact that she screwed the guy at the club, I acted like my view was not good enough to see much, she finally admits it and offers me a chance to even up. Saying that her friend, whom I had met before, briefly, and thought was very cute, might be up for some fun. I act reluctant, but agree that it is fair since she really did go all the way with her jock friend, whom she lied about in size to make me feel better, she's so sweet.
Friday finally arrives and, with a bouquet in tow, I come home to find my baby dressed in next to nothing and waiting impatiently on the couch. An hour passes before her friend shows up and we greet her at the door. She is stunning, long, very blonde hair falls to the middle of her back, some braided, some beaded, some loose. She wore a silky, spaghetti-strapped sundress, which accentuated her perfect, jutting breasts and ended above a set of splendidly, long legs that seemed to go on forever and ever.
We invited her in and the girls took a seat on the couch, while I sat on the floor, crotch level and, while they talked away, our beautiful, panty-less guest flashed a shaven bit of heaven to me every few minutes. We talk, laugh, and drink together for a while to loosen up. Eventually she lines up a little speed and, as the night rolls on, our inhibitions go out the window. We end up in a game of strip poker, where I lose, badly, and her friend seems to be giving up good hands to catch up.
I am freezing, all drawn up and embarrassingly small from the speed, I hide behind the table, though her friend seems to drop cards frequently and is slow in their retrieval. Eventually she loses the sundress to reveal a lacy, white bra that barely holds back her enormous breasts, which, she contends is what god gave her, bless him, and a pink and shaven mound that makes my mouth water.