The Second Night Out and Another BJ
The three of us met across the street at the coffee shop. We hadn't sat down to talk about sex, and instead were talking about families and futures, but eventually the topic got around to sex. It was a mish-mash conversation, sometimes general, sometimes specific, and soon the topic came down to me, and getting laid. The way I saw it was that yes, I really, really wanted to fuck, but that also, I was getting a little tired of the "Let's get Meesha laid" thread. On the other hand, I kind of liked this personal attention to something so completely private.
The talk went on like this for a few minutes when I had an idea. "Let's do the Haus Brau again." I had that hot stream of semen across my face in mind, and how horny I'd gotten, and I wanted to repeat the experience.
Andrea & Shiela both looked at me, apparently wondering if I was crazy.
"Thought you had a date all lined up?" Andrea asked.
"Not yet, no. Working on it, but nothing so far."
"Why's that?" she probed.
"Because he & I haven't fucking settled on it yet, that's why!"
"You two," Shiela started, "are acting like a couple of teenagers. Cool your jets, will you?"
I looked across at Andrea, who was looking askance at Shiela. "You can be a real party-pooper at times, you know that?"
Shiela sighed. "Oh, all right. And whatever. I'm trying to make Meesha's first sex encounter something she'll remember. And you? What's your story?"
Silence for a moment, then she answered. "Oh, I guess the same. Maybe thinking more of the physical act than the connection."
"I think I've got the idea of the physical act, thank you," I said.
Shiela and Andrea continued to look daggers at each other.
"Will you two, please, knock it off? Why does this have to be so contentious, anyway?"
Andrea spoke up. "Oh, it doesn't. I can't speak for Shiela, but for me, it gets me really hot and bothered thinking about what your first time is going to be like. Remembering back to my own first time, yeah?"
"That's about it for me, too," Shiela said. "And honestly, I don't know why it's a topic to argue about, other than it's a really intense topic. I mean, here we are, talking about sex, giving you all the advice we can, and we can't help but bring our own experiences."
Andrea nodded, and there was silence for a moment.
"So Haus Brau?" I asked.
"Damn good idea, I'd say," Andrea answered. "Got a game plan?"
"Sort of. I think I'd like to be the one to choose, rather than be chosen. I'd like to lead him on, take charge, all that. Maybe the 'thrill of the chase"?
"Well, if I remember right, someone grabbed your ass, you caught him by the wrist, and met him back by the restrooms."
"Yeah, pretty much. I took him in my mouth and sucked him, then had him come on my face. Hot." That was the summary, and I was getting hot thinking about it again. Something else came to mind though. "Say, tell me," I began. "What's a 'pearl necklace'? I've heard the term, but I don't exactly know."
My friends looked at me and then at each other. They broke into wide smiles bordering on giggles.
"Well," Shiela started.
"It's when you're blowing him or giving him a handjob and you let him spunk on your chest," Andrea finished. "Little blobs of jizz. They look like pearls."
"Hence the name," Shiela added. "Fucking hot. But personally, I'd rather have him nut in my mouth. Or my cooch. Inside me, in other words."
Fucking hot, I thought. I'd love to handle his meat like a fire hose and get his offering all over my upper chest!
"Any ideas how to go about picking him up?" I asked.
"Well, we could sit at a corner of the bar," Shiela began. "Take a look around. Go shopping, if you will. Get the bartender engaged. As I recall, last time it was a woman. Write a note. Have her slip it to the Guy of the Evening. Go from there?"
It sounded great! I still had a case of the flutters, though. Was I really going to go through with this? "I want to sit between you," I said.
"Well sure," Andrea answered. "Why not?"
* * *
Friday night arrived, sooner than I'd thought. In one way I'd been looking forward to it all week, and enjoying the presence of Frank by my side in Psych, but now that it was upon me, I was a bundle of nerves. I'd done my laundry since then, and as before, I chose my (shoplifted, remember? Haha!) black bra, Andrea's delicious skinny jeans, and my new boots. And of course, I was horny as fuck, more so than last time, and probably a whole lot more focused. And confident.
It started the same as it did the last time: Stand in line, get carded, and choose a place to sit. We were fortunate in that we found three spots in at the end of the bar. So far so good, yes?
Unfortunately I had nothing to write with, and only a cocktail napkin to write on. No matter. I started scanning the crowd, helped by Shiela and Andrea. We saw several good prospects, but for one reason or another, rejected them. One looked like he had a dip in his mouth (ee-yuck!), another when he stood up, showed a huge beer-gut, and so on. It was Andrea who spied the target. Six foot-something and broad shoulders. Only had one friend with him that we could tell. Other good things came across to make a woman all hot n bothered. And I was both!
We bent our heads together over our drinks and talked about this. We concluded that this was The Guy. I decided to buy him a drink and summoned the bartender.
"I'd like to buy someone a drink," I said.
"Ok. Who's the object of your affection, and what do you fancy?" he asked.
"The football-looking guy over there, in the tight black shirt."
"Any idea what he'd like?"
"How about a Screaming Or-"
