May
I knew the moment that Suzy had come into the pub even though my back was to the door: Richard's face erupted into a huge grin when he saw her and he stood up, arms wide open.
"Suzy!" he cried. "Come here!" The woman herself appeared by my side and was instantly engulfed in a massive hug. As usual, the difference between my tiny girlfriend and our huge rugby playing friend was remarkable - he was more than a foot taller than her and twice as wide. He bent over, encompassing her, before briefly lifting her off her feet.
As usual, she looked stunning. She was wearing a tight dress that clung to every inch of her body, especially her arse; dark grey with little daisies all over it. The sleeves were long, but the dress itself was short, stopping high on her thighs and exposing a lot of the black tights covering her skinny legs, the skinniness emphasised by the large black trainers she was wearing. As Richard lifted her, the entire pub almost got a glimpse of her knickers
"Put me
down
, dickhead!" Suzy squealed and kissed him on the cheek before turning and bending down to kiss me on the lips. She tasted very strongly of toothpaste and mouthwash, and I sighed in relief, snaking my tongue into her mouth.
It was, after all, the second Friday of May - Free Use Friday - and I was in no doubt she would have tasted of other men's cum if she hadn't performed some oral ablutions on her way here
I'd tried to persuade Richard to come down the weekend before, the long Bank Holiday weekend, but he'd been busy with something or other and so here we were, sitting in a busy pub after work, already two pints down and only 6.30. Richard had been our third wheel at university: we'd all shared a house together, gone drinking together graduated on the same day. He'd been Suzy's big brother, my wingman, our best mate. I didn't have a brother so in my head it would be Richard who would be my best man if I ever got married, assuming Suzy didn't beat me to it and ask him to walk her down the aisle if her dad wasn't around to do her the honour.
"Sorry I'm late," she grinned at us. "Something big came up at work just as I was about to leave, and I had to lend a hand to sort it out." The double entendre was not lost on me.
"You're here now, my love! What's your poison?"
As Richard headed to the bar to get Suzy and gin and tonic and us another pint, she sat down and turned towards me. I put my hand on her and began to run it up towards her thigh before kissing her again. As I pulled back, I could quite clearly see her hard nipples poking through the thin material of her dress.
"Good day at work then? I asked, smiling.
"Interesting..." was the only reply I got before Richard returned laden with alcohol.
And that's how we spent the next few hours - drinking, laughing, reminiscing and generally having a good time. At one point, Suzy went to the toilet and Richard asked me about the tattoo she'd got.
"What tattoo?" I asked.
"You know, the one on the back of her thigh..."
"You been looking up my girls skirt?" I asked with mock offense and aggression. We both laughed and no more was said.
Around 9.30, we decided we'd that had enough to drink and the packs of crisps, nuts and pork scratchings - the only food stuff the pub sold - wouldn't sustain us. We drunkenly piled into a taxi and went back to the flat ready to order pizza to be delivered, all three of us collapsing on the tiny sofa when we go int. Suzy sat between us and kicked her shoes off, and even though it was only a two seater and Richard was huge, we all manged to squeeze in, Suzy's feet over my legs and her bum wedged into the space between me and him, resting on his shoulder. There was nothing weird about any of this - we were close and nothing had ever happened between the three of us. Then out of nowhere, Richard asked his seeming innocuous question and the whole world shifted
"So what was the big job at the end of the day Suzy?"
Suzy sighed theatrically. "A guy called Nathan," she announced, and if that had been all I think we would have got away with it, but she was pissed and, I was beginning to realise, becoming desensitised to what she was doing, what she was becoming. "He has a date this evening and thought he'd get lucky so wanted me to give him a blow job so he'd last longer tonight." She paused. "And his cock's really big. Not long but thick, you know? Not like yours, Rich," she announced, matter-of-factly. "Lizzie Shipman always said you had a big cock" Almost absentmindedly, she reached between his legs and gave his groin a rub "And he never cums very quick so my jaw always aches when I blow him so I got Sian to give him a tit wank while I fingered his arse..."
I think she realised at this point how silent the room had become.
"What?" she asked.
"Suzy," Richard whispered. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
For a moment, she looked utterly confused and then it was like a light bulb coming on as realisation dawned.
"Ohhh!! He hasn't told you, has he?" She altered position again so that she was looking up into Richard's face, a big grin on her face. "I'm a whore!" When there was no response from either of us, she carried on, as if feeling the need to explain herself further, like we were to children who didn't understand how to count in twos. "I have sex with people at work for money! A lot of money! Look..." she announced, drunkenly began to get up off the sofa, "... I'll show you!"
Rather unsteadily, she stood up and turned to face us. In one movement, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress before pulling it up and over her head before dropping it onto the floor.
"Ta-dah!" she announced and struck a pose, arms out, knees together and a big smile on her face, naked apart from the thick black tights
The fact that she was stood in front of our friend semi-naked was a little weird. Even weirder was the writing which covered most of her torso and thighs. I have no idea what it was written in - some looked like lipstick and would wash off easily (and, to be honest, some was already smudged and smeared from sweat and, probably, cum), some looked like felt tip or biro, whilst one or two words appeared to have been written with a Sharpie that would last for weeks, gradually getting fainter and fainter. What linked them all was the obscene, often degrading, nature of the words.
Slut
and
whore
were both fairly prominent, but there were others.
Spunk bucket, cum whore, dumb cunt, dirty bitch, cock sleeve, fuck meat, fuck hole
(written on her stomach with a helpful arrow pointing down towards her pussy),
fuck doll.
And then there were the instructions:
insert cock here, cum here, rape me