On this particular night I had gone out with The following is a true story of one of my personal experiences. It occurred about 3 years ago. I was 22 years old at the time and had recently had my first sexual experience involving 2 men at the same time, Steve, who was my boyfriend back then and his roommate Brian. I recounted this experience in my last post – Heather’s Wild Night. My next story takes place about 6 weeks after that amazing night.
It was strange, after that night, none of us really talked about what had happened. My boyfriend Steve and I hadn’t mentioned it all to each other and Steve’s roommate Brian wasn’t around much as usual. That night hadn’t been planned, at least not by me. As far as Steve and Brian, I had my suspicions that they might have discussed it at some point in time. Anyway, in the days and weeks that followed that incident, it was all I could do to not think about it. I kept replaying that incredible night in my head. Wondering if anything like that would ever happen to me again.
several of my girlfriends to celebrate one of their birthdays. We were having a pretty wild night - dancing, doing shots, and flirting with groups of guys – a fun girls night out. Guys have always seemed to give me lots of attention – I’m 5’ 5’’, about 110 lbs with shoulder length red hair and I try to work out pretty regularly. On this night I was dressed in a tight blouse and a tight, short skirt. We were out until the bar closed and by the end of the night, between the alcohol and the men hitting on me, I was feeling pretty turned on and decided to head to my boyfriend’s place to get lucky.
One of my more sober friends dropped me off at Steve’s apartment complex and I stumbled up the stairs to his door. I somehow managed to get the key Steve had recently given me into the door and entered the dark apartment. Once inside, I tried to get my bearings, which wasn’t easy considering my recent alcohol intake and the lack of light. Eventually I was able to make out a body sleeping on the couch and I decided to wake up Steve giving him a nice surprise. I climbed up on top of him and he stirred as I spoke quietly into his ear.
“Hey baby, guess who?” I whispered as I began to kiss my way down his face.
“Heather?” he responded groggily as I felt him trying to wake up.
“Of course silly. Who else would it be?” I said breathlessly, my lips hovering just above his.
I began to softly run my tongue across his lips and I instantly felt him begin to respond beneath me. As I pushed my tongue inside his lips and flicked it across his teeth, he grabbed my ass under my short skirt and pulled me hard against him. This turned me on immensely and I began to kiss him passionately. He quickly reached up and grabbed my blouse, unbuttoning it with my help. I rapidly removed my blouse and bra as my 34C breasts spilled out. As we continued to grind into each other, he eagerly reached up and began to grope my ample breasts, squeezing them tightly and pinching my now hard nipples.
Suddenly, the light came on in the adjacent hallway. I opened my eyes too see Steve, standing in his boxers and watching me as I looked down and realized that it was Brian who was beneath me.
Now deep down, I think I probably knew what I was doing soon after climbing on top of Brian, but given my inebriated and horny state I wasn’t going to stop.
Steve walked over to us. I’m sure I looked like quite the slut. Straddling my boyfriend’s roommate. My tiny skirt hiked up around my hips. My bare breasts exposed and Brian’s hands firmly gripping my ass and tits.
“Hey baby, how you doing?” Steve said, a sly grin forming on his face.
“Oh, I’m real good baby” I said, almost in a dream.
