This is a fictional story that has nothing to do with my actual life. I figured it would be boring to wait around for Peter to come back and I didn't wanna wait for material to start writing. Also, my husband and I have gone through many adventures throughout the years, but oddly enough it takes time to remember details. So i figured I'd use this character that's loosely based off somebody from my past. Also, this probably won't be the only person I do this with. Hope you enjoy!
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Erica was very excited! It was her twenty-first birthday and she and her girlfriends were gonna go celebrate it wildly. On the other hand, her boyfriend was a little annoyed. He was not invited with them.
Over the last couple days they had been arguing and Erica got fed up and told Chris, her boyfriend, that he was not allowed to go to the party. Chris even thought of crashing the party but even if he knew where it was, he wasn't strong-willed enough to do so. That's what Erica hated about him. Oh he was a very cute guy. Average height, a thin build, but had a very cute face. That's what she loved about him. That and how nice of a person he was.
At least in the beginning it's what she loved. But after a while she got tired of it. He was too nice. Letting people cut in front of him all the time, not defending her if someone ever did something rude to her (whether it was graze her butt in a crowd as he stood nearby or even call her rude names), and not knowing how to do anything around the house. He couldn't even fix a flat tire.
Chris's brother Steve, on the other hand, knew how to do many things. But he was just a brute. Not very attractive and a heavier set man. The kind of man that played on the line in football. Not the quarterback, or the runner or catcher, but the one in front of the quarterback. Not fat, but heavier set. Like a gruff looking biker.
And she did not like him one bit. He was rude and gross and dirty.
He was also, occasionally, lucky. Somehow he found himself at the right place at the right time. Tonight would be no different.
So off Erica went with three of her friends. Though the party was set to be at one of her friend's house, where everybody else was meeting, the four of them wanted to get started early at a club. It was 9 pm when they got to the club and they all got to it right away.
In no time were some guys buying them drinks, and soon after they were all bumping and grinding on the dance floor. Erica could feel plenty of crotches pushing against her, and could even see some free-roaming hands all over some of her friends breasts and butts. At first she didn't think she could go that far, but a couple drinks later and she was the one doing the groping. Not just to the guys crotches and butts, but even her own friends' bodies. She even started kissing them, and the guys were more than happy to pay for the drinks, as long as the groping and touching continued.
Eventually the guys got wind of what the four girls were doing. That it was party girl's birthday and the celebration was soon gonna head back to the friend's house. It was actually her boyfriend's house, where the other two girl's boyfriends were partying with the other guests. The two guys at the bar were having a ball of a time, and when it came time for Erica and her gang to leave, the two guys offered to pay for the cab fare if they would go with them.
So they called for a cab and asked for one of those minivan ones to be big enough for all of them, and off they went, with each guy having two girls around their arms. Three sat in the middle seat and three more sat in the back, each guy in between two females. Erica was in the middle seat, slightly drunk, but since a little time passed and she had perspired a little, feeling more alert. More alert than her friends that is, who were yelling and shouting and laughing at anything the guys said. When she turned to look at the backseat her eyes bulged out a little. Even though it was dark she swore she saw the guys penis sticking out of his pants and one of his friends, the blonde one, with her hand wrapped around it, laughing and tugging at the same time.
"It's true," she heard him say, "I have never cum from a handjob."
Less than a minute later of her tugging on him and he squirted all over her hand and his shirt.
"Or maybe it was that I've never cum from two handjobs in a row?" he said, to which blondie and the other friend in the back, who's an unnatural redhead, lol, started laughing and giggling.
"No, I think it's true," he continued, and the shenanigans kept on as the cab driver tried hard to focus on the road.
"I'm sorry but she is a bitch," a gruff voice said. "She's always doing this shit to you."
"I know...," a voice mumbled.
"There's gotta be better pussy out there. Come with us tonight. You know I'm gonna get laid. I'll find some bitch for you to fuck also," Steven said, trying to convince his brother.
The sight at Chris's apartment was far different.
"I don't wanna...have sex with just anybody. I wanna make love to my girlfriend," Chris whined.
"You can't 'make love' all the time," Steven said mockingly. "You gotta FUCK also. I mean I fuck my wife and 'make love' to her also, but when I really wanna fuck the shit out of someone I go to a club. Those bitches are hot for it."
"Whatever," Chris mumbled out. "I'm just gonna stay here and play Halo."
"Fine. Do what you want. But I'm getting some sweet pussy tonight, then tomorrow I'll 'make love' to my wife," Steven said as he headed out the door.
'Headed down' he texted to his friend.
'K' his friend texted back.
Chris's apartment was on the third floor.
As Steven stepped out of the stairwell his friend said, "Ho, hey, we may end up going elsewhere. A friend of mine is headed to some party on the other side of town. I don't think you know him. Anyways, he said his buddy who's sitting behind just got whacked off by some blonde with big tits. He'll let me know if there's more bitches at the party."
"Cool," Steve said. "In the meantime let's get some brewskis," and off they went.