Sheila and I had become "Friends with Benefits" about six months earlier. I had recently moved to the area and didn't know anybody, she was a divorcee who had just ended her first post-marriage relationship. The attraction was immediate and strong. I'm a 30 year old bald black man. She's a cute 5' 2" blond with beautiful blue eyes, big enough to match her surgically enhanced 34C breasts. They were a divorce present to herself, "We never had children, but I still got the twins in the settlement," she liked to say. Although the passion was initially overpowering, the Friends with Benefits relationship hadn't included quite as many benefits as I'd imagined, and I'd become content with just being friends.
She called me one Thursday night, obviously a few margaritas into the evening, and demanded that I get my "cute ass" to the bar she was personally keeping in business. I thought I knew what the night had in store, and quickly rushed to meet her. When I arrived, I saw that she wasn't alone, she was drinking with a co-worker, a man named Jamie. I had heard her talk about Jamie before, and knew that she had a thing for him. They had bonded at work by commiserating over her divorce and his current marriage troubles. I could tell that the two of them were a couple of hours ahead of me in terms of alcohol, and tried to catch up as quickly as I could. Sheila drunkenly, recapped the situation of the night for me. Jamie and his wife had a big blow up, and she had packed up and taken their two children to her mother's house. He seemed fairly certain that this was the end of his marriage, and Sheila only seemed to be encouraging that assumption. Assessing the situation, I realized that my benefits probably wouldn't be redeemed that night.
As the evening progressed, we decided to go to a nearby club. I jumped in my car, while Jamie and Sheila got into her two seat convertible. I wondered if I should even join them, or if I should just go home. I decided to go to the club, and the three of us took turns buying rounds. Sheila was the queen of the dance floor, but pushed away all of her potential suitors except for Jamie. I stood a few feet away, swaying to the beat while I watched her tease the crowd. She turned towards me, pointed in my direction, and beckoned me to her with one finger. I danced my way to her, and suddenly it was six months earlier. The passion had returned. Our hands explored each other as we grinded our bodies against one another. Just as I felt myself leaning in for a kiss, she pushed me away, turned around and began to grind with Jamie. I tried to not look humiliated as I walked to the bar to get another round.
I returned with the drinks, and we stood a few feet from the railing overlooking the city, still swaying to the beat. The song changed and Sheila let out an almost orgasmic moan in approval. She turned to me, grabbed my belt buckle and pulled me towards her. As she pulled me to her, she was also backing herself into Jamie, until the two of us had her in a sandwich. Sheila had a sexy, seductive look in her eyes as she grabbed the back of my head and began to pull me in for a kiss. I resisted, prompting her to give me a sexy pout and ask, "You're not going to kiss me?"
With that, she had me. I leaned in and kissed her, all the while grinding and groping on the dance floor. She pulled her lips away from mine, and without breaking eye contact with me, raised her right hand up to the back of Jamie's neck, and pulled his head down to hers. She turned her head to kiss him, while keeping her left hand on my ass, making sure I didn't pull away. As I saw her unbridled lust manifesting itself, pulling away was the last thing on my mind. I was so turned on seeing this beautiful young woman assert herself sexually, I began to grind even harder. I aggressively grabbed her breasts as I leaned in to bite her exposed neck. I heard someone moan with pleasure, although I'm not sure which one of the three of us it was. Jamie was the one who finally broke our tryst saying, "I'll go pay the check."
