*This is my first erotic story. Be kind, rewind...*
Chapter One: Random surprise
So there I was in the middle of a school week. God, I was tired of that phrase, "School week." But none the less, I was there. It was my last semester of college and it was a long time coming. After seven years I was finally going to graduate. Not that I'd been in school the entire time, in fact I took two years off to do my own thing for a while and try to offset the massive school loan debt I was accumulating.
But graduation was in sight and I was heading towards the finish line.
I suppose I should introduce myself, right? That's the way these things go. My name is Jason and at the time of this story I was living in a small college town in the south. It doesn't really matter which one, most college towns are the same, right? Mostly a bunch of university students and a few resentful townspeople surrounded by scholastic buildings and a high ratio of bars to students. I was working at one of those bars a few nights a week slinging drinks for ungrateful and mostly cheap twenty-somethings, but in average I managed to make enough to pay the small rent I split three ways with my two roommates on a shitty apartment near campus.
Of course, you probably don't care about those details, right? You want the juicy stuff. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not 6'3, built like a body builder with chiseled features. I don't have a 10 inch cock, either. I'm close to 6' tall, rather slender with a little softness around the stomach from too much beer and cheap take-out and I've always thought my nose was a little too big for my face. I've got dark brown hair that's already starting to recede a little, though I've been told my blue eyes are "gorgeous." My dick is larger than average if the books are right, one girl I was fooling around with a few years back wanted to measure it and it came in at about 7 and ¾ inches.
And I will say that I've had few complaints in the sack.
Alright, well we got that out of the way it's time to get to the reason I'm even writing this. I was no stranger to sex. Being a bartender had many advantages and young college girls seemed to dig it. I have a very outgoing personality and I've always been able to make people laugh, so I guess those things helped overcome my otherwise average looks. A lot of people say that they don't know their number and are lying, but I really don't. I did a good amount of drugs for a little while and honestly there are months of my life that are a little hazy, but if I was pinned down and had to answer I would put my number somewhere around 40-50. That may sound like a lot, but for a twenty-six year old bartender and accomplished partier it's par for the course.
Sufficed to say, I have plenty of stories, but few of them really seemed to stand out beyond the encounters themselves. If people like this story I might go back and spin out a few other sordid tales, but we'll see how this one goes.
That was more of a tangent than I meant to go on, but it kinda lets you in a little on who I am. Well, here goes...
So it was a Tuesday night and I had been out at a bar with a few friends at the bar and I went back to my friend Kelly's house to drink a little more and hang out, since I didn't have any homework left to do and I was fairly used to getting only a few hours of sleep. Kelly was dating my best friend Mike and they were sitting in the living room smoking cigarettes and waiting on a few other friends to show up from the bar.
We were pretty lit from the evening and there was some more beer in the fridge that I was going to plunder, but first I had to check my e-mail and I was sitting in Kelly's office waiting on her over-worked computer to warm up so I could get on the internet. I heard Mike calling from the living room.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Grab the beers!"
"Shut the fuck up, faggot. I'm checking my e-mail." (Don't be offended by the faggot thing, neither one of us was homophobic, it was just the way guys who've been friends for seven years talk to each other)
"Fine, asshole. I'll get it myself."
The computer finally warmed up and I logged on to check my e-mail. "Shit!" I said just as Mike was walking past the office from the kitchen, beers in hand. He popped in the room, handing me a beer.
"What's the problem?"
"There's a fucking quiz I was supposed to take online and it closes in fifteen minutes. I forgot all about it."
"Damn, dude can you finish it in time?" He asked before tipping up his beer bottle and taking a big gulp.
It was a Spanish test and I was pretty good at it, but fifteen minutes was cutting it close and I really wanted an A in the class. I was about to say I'd do my best when my luck hit. I heard the front door swing open and the sound of a few drunk girls echoing into the living room. I immediately recognized my girlfriend's voice and I looked at Mike. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
Mike smiled and leaned out of the office and called into the living room. "Hey, Sarah. Get your Mexican ass in here and help your fucking boyfriend."
Sarah was my girlfriend at the time and she was in fact Mexican. She stood about 5'4, and was petite as most short girls are. She had these cute pert breasts that had piercings through each nipple and a nice little ass too. Her heritage gave her that lovely year-round tan and plenty of my friends had asked me how I got her. The truth? The first night we met I spoke to her in Spanish and she was mine. I'm not fluent, but I can hold my own. She came bobbing in, pretty drunk, as I was logging into the website to take the quiz.
"Hey baby," she said as she walked in. "Que pasa?"
"Necesito tu ayuda, mi novia." I replied. She loved it when I called her girlfriend even if I only did it in Spanish. I was somewhat reluctant to assign the title to any girl...ever.
"With what?"
I had just finished logging in and the quiz came up. 20 questions. 13 minutes. I just pointed to the screen and made note of the time. "I completely forgot."
She smiled at me and gave me a long kiss. I remember it tasted a little different. "Go fix me and Jessie a drink and I'll knock this out for you."
"Jessie's here?"
"Yes," she said as she took a seat in front of the computer. "Stop wasting my time and go make those drinks."