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"So Carl won't be home?," I asked Theresa.
"No, he got called in to work."
"Oh, ok."
It was all a little odd for me. I was a little uncomfortable going to dinner at a friend's house when only his wife was going to be there. I knew his wife pretty well, but, I suppose my inner puritan was doing back flips. It did not help that Tawny was a knockout.
I have always liked all different types of women, short, tall, thin, healthy, whatever. A woman's looks really does not have anything to do with how good it feels to sleep with her. Theresa herself was a short cuddly little ball of loving that knew how to keep my balls empty, but she would never be on the cover of a fashion mag.
Tawny, on the other hand, would have easily been on the cover of anything she wanted, had she wanted. Tall, leggy and hard bodied, he blond hair ran straight down to her shoulders-blades. She had a high, firm ass and solid perky tits, and frankly, I had wanted to fuck her for years.
I have never considered myself a sexually attractive guy. I have been told that I am handsome, but I have always been heavy and not very confident with women.
Tawny opened the door and I almost choked. She had on one of her characteristic tight short skirts and no hose, but her tan muscular legs looked good without them. Her blouse was a breezy see-through peasant thing, that allowed me to see her lace bra underneath. I hugged Theresa to keep my hard on from showing.
Tawny let us inside and we had wine coolers while we ate, after the meal, Tawny revealed some movies that she and Carl had rented, some romantic comedy, and adventure flick and "Woo Hoo," Tawny shouted, "Forgot to put the porn in the bedroom." We had a good chuckle and Tawny tossed the tapes, along with the porn, on top of the TV.
Theresa and I curled up on one couch under a blanket and Tawny took the other couch. The wine coolers flowed freely, and we were all pretty tipped pretty soon.
"So how are you and Carl doing?" I asked.
"It's all so boring, you know?"
"What do you mean." "Carl's just so square, it's ridiculous."
I asked her to clarify but she changed the subject.
The lights were off, and Theresa kept grabbing at my dick under the blanket. She gets pretty horny when she's drunk. I looked at her wide-eyed when she unzipped my pants, but she just smiled and giggled and whispered, "Shhh".
While Theresa teased my pecker, I could not keep from admiring Tawny. She skirt had ridden up and I could see enough of her tight butt to know that she was either wearing a thong or, and my pecker jumped at the though, no panties at all. Theresa's hand were really starting to cause me a problem and I was having trouble being casual when Tawny excused herself to the restroom for a while.
"You're driving me crazy." I hissed at Theresa as soon as Tawny left the room.
She just gave me a big smile and pulled back the blanket and stuffed my cock in her mouth. She hummed happily while she slid her slobbery lips up and down on my dick. It felt great, but Tawny would be back any minute. Her mouth was so warm and my head fell back and I closed my eyes.
"Theresa, you got to stop. Tawny will come back."
She pulled my cock out with a slurp and said, "You want me to stop?" She looked me in the eyes and licked the underside of my shaft while she waited for an answer.
