Brooke's about the hottest girl I know. She drips sex everywhere she goes. We're really good friends, but it's never gone further than that. Occasionally when she's drunk, she'll get a little flirty, but it never goes anywhere, much to my dismay.
Brooke stands about 5'6", with shoulder length brown hair. She's got what I have always assumed are magnificant C-cup breasts. I hadn't ever seen them, but sometimes she's fond of wearing super low cut shirts with a pushup bra to show off her beautiful breasts. She has a slender waist with a sexy stomach and a nice round ass that always fills out her jeans in an ever-frustrating way.
We both like to go out to the bars to drink, and it always ends up the same way, with us stumbling to our respective homes after the bars close. Soemtimes I'll end up on her couch, but mostly it's seperate ways for the two of us at the end of the night.
One night we decide to go out and drink, and this night is for a purpose. She was expressing her frustration over her latest misfortunes with one of the guys she was dating. Of course I love hearing about this; some guy with a big dick and a nice set of abs turning into an asshole after a month and a half. I'd have to hear about how good a lay he was, which always pleased me to no end.
So I gave her the obligatory pep talk, and off to the bars we went. She was decked out this night. In retrospect, I should have known she was planning something, even if it wasn't what actually occurred. She had on one of those tops that is tight and thin, cut low enough to show off the tops of her perfectly rounded breasts. She also decided to go with a short skirt, which was a change for her. Normally she's a tight jeans sort of girl, but this night she decided to give all the guys we may encounter a glimpse of her long tanned legs. I don't get to see her legs very often, so this was a special treat for me.
We went out, to a bar we didn't normally go to. This bar she wanted to go to had a dance floor and was super dark. I wasn't very enthusiastic about the prospect, but she emphasized that we were out to help her get over her man woes. Typically getting over her man woes meant going to one of the normal, every day no cover no dancing type bars and drinking until we could barely walk, acting rowdy and goofy, like kids basically. It was obvious she was thinking of something different this night.
We paid our cover and went in. We sat at the bar and drank awhile, talking and what not. I started making fun of the people at the bar we were at, which is what we'd normally do when surrounded by people that would go to this type of bar. But she actually started defending them. "You say that, but you're just sitting at the bar while they're on the dance floor, having a lot of fun. I wanna have some fuckin fun just once."
"Ok, sorry", I said, wondering where this new unrest was coming from. It wasn't like her.
"You know what, I DO wanna have some fun, and I intend to do just that" she said, and walked off abruptly. She walked up to this guy that had been eyeing her earlier. Well, he was one of many guys who had been eyeing her ever since we had got there. He was about 6'3" with big arms and what I figure is a pretty boy face. Brooke had commented on how hot he was earlier.
I couldn't hear what was said when she approached him, but she looked a bit sheepish walking up to him. She said something and he smiled and laughed. He started talking, and she laughed more than he did. My stomach churned a bit as she became enthralled in him. She started up with all her classic flirts. She was touching his hand from time to time, laughing and touching herself on her chest, just above her right breast.
After a few minutes they went out on the dance floor and proceeded to dance. It was one of those raunchy R&B songs, with a mid tempo beat that seems to demand people grind against one another like animals. Brooke was a bit awkward at first, being new to this sort of thing, but after a few minutes she became more loose and started enjoying herself.
When the song was over, she brought her guy over to where I was sitting, drinking my seventh or eighth beer in about an hour. She introduced me to him as her friend and told me his name was Bud or Travis or something equally inane. We talked for a bit, and Bud/Travis bought us a shot of top shelf whiskey, which would have endured me to him in other circumstances, but not after I'd already drunkenly decided I hated him.
They went back out on the dance floor after a couple of shots and a handful of beers. We were all pretty well on our way to being smashed. They were showing it on the dance floor, too. She had her back against his front, grinding her round ass into his crotch. He had one hand on her beautifully flat stomach, just under the shirt. She didn't even seem to notice as it crept up ever so slightly, but I sure noticed.
They continued to dance through the night, with occasional breaks to come have some drinks with me, sitting miserably alone at the bar. They quit dancing to drink 3 or four times after the first stop, and each time they went out on the floor, they were a bit more nasty. By the end, he had his hands all over her ass, on top of and finally below the skirt, showing off a beautiful ass with a black lacey thong. I almost forgot how miserable I was seeing such a beautiful sight, until I remembered the circumstances, after which I was still excited, but also angry.
When the bar closed, it was decided that the generic guy would be coming over to Brooke's place to hang out and have a few beers with us. My car was at her apartment, so it had been decided beforehand that I would go to her place afterwards and it'd be one of those crash on her couch nights.
We hailed a cab, and almost immediately after the driver gets the address, Brooke and fratboy are making out. His hands slowly moved to her breasts, groping them through her shirt and bra. He gets pretty forceful, and she starts moaning softly. His hand moves slowly down her stomach to her legs, where he starts moving it under her skirt. She keeps her legs together at first, as if she's not sure she wants to go this far, or maybe she's aware of the fact that she's in the back seat of a cab with two other people bearing witness to her sluttiness. Either way, she finally submits, opening her legs just enough to let his hands go where they want to go.
She moans again, this time a bit louder and more insistent. I can see the muscles in fratboy's forearms as he begins massaging her pussy. I notice the cab driver adjust his rear-view mirror and then move his hand down towards his crotch. He begins obviously massaging himself as Brooke and this meathead put on a show in his back seat.
"Look, I think the cabbie thinks you're hot"
"Uh...Uh...mmmmmmm" is all that comes out of Brooke's mouth as a response. She shows that she doesn't care by opening her legs even wider, becoming fully spread in the back seat. In doing so she has one of her leg pushed up against me, and I can feel her hips as they start to move, gyrating in rhythm with the guy's hand. Then the frat guy makes his boldest move yet, reaching in with both hands and pulling off her panties. He sets them on his lap and gets back into fingering Brooke with renewed vigor.
She begins making sounds like she's getting close to orgasm just as we approach her apartment building. The driver pulls into the parking lot and stops, but doesn't say anything because at this point fratguy is working her pussy over super hard. We sit in the cab for what feels like an eternity as he finger bangs her. After about thirty seconds of being parked, her back arches and Brooke lets out a bloodcurdling moan, grabbing my shirt as she is lifted out of the seat by the force of the orgasm. As the spasms rip through her body, she lets go of my shirt and places her hand on the inside of my thigh, squeezing and relaxing as she comes.
When she's done, she looks around and says "Holy crap! That was good!" The frat guy pays the cabbie, and then tosses her sopping wet panties to him. "I bet you never got a tip like that before" he says, smirking.
I end up climbing the stairs behind them, and am afforded a view of her round ass and shaved pussy as he plays with it all the way up. Once inside, we all crack open beers and sit down.
Once we're all sitting, they start making out again, complete with all the groping there was before. She starts to get up, mumbling something about going to the bedroom. He pulls her back down on the couch and says, "No, I think your buddy here deserves a show. He's had to put up with all our shit all night." He smirks at me, and I can tell he knows. He knows that I want her, and that I've always wanted her, but have never had her.
He says, "Why don't you undo my belt and repay the favor I did you in the cab?" She smiles real big and moves her hands to his belt. She looks at me and gives me a look that says "This is weird. I hope you're okay with this, because it's happening." She gets his belt and pants undone and pulls his jeans open, revealing an eight inch penis, hovering right in her face.
This moment feels almost frozen in time, moving so slowly I can take in all the details as they transpire. He's sitting a couple of feet away from me on the couch, with her on his other side. Her right hand moves to his prick, starting at the top and sliding down slowly. She looks him in the eyes submissively, obediently, and then her eyes move down to his large dick. Her head starts moving as her mouth opens.
She places her mouth around his cock, stopping to suckle the end for just a second, and then swallows the whole thing. She starts moving her head up and down, working his cock over. I can see the spit on the side of his dick, and as she takes it out of her mouth, I can see a string of spittle running from her lips to the tip of his cock. She resumes sucking him off as his head tilts back and he moans.
