Barbara and I had broken up three weeks ago. We'd dated for about a year and had been relatively happy together but I think we both knew that it was not likely to lead to anything substantial. She was a sophomore in college and I a senior. A tall, slender girl from Barbara, she had dark brown hair that hung straight to a length just above her shoulders and pale blue eyes that drove me crazy. She'd been a gymnast in high school and still liked to work out, a fact that was apparent in her tight abs, long legs, and firm ass. Her skin had the marvelous quality of being slightly pale while maintaining olive undertones. While she might not have been a knockout on campus, she turned heads when she walked by.
Sex with Barbara had been nice if not mind-blowing. Surprisingly, she had been a virgin when we first dated even though she had admitted an interest in male strippers (including a couple of ex boyfriends) on our first date. To be honest, I was a bit shocked. How could a girl have dated two strippers and still be a virgin? She admitted to a few nude photo sessions and one or two handjobs with one of the guys, a fact which aroused my interest. After a little prodding, Barbara explained that she had been nervous and, in the dark, had failed to get the poor guy off. All he had done was dribble some precum down along the underside of his (apparently thick) shaft and over her shaking fingers. I couldn't help but notice her adorable blush as she related the story.
Regardless, I managed to get inside her pants after about a month and introduced her to the joys of having a throbbing piece of meat lodged between her legs. As for myself, I'm tall, about 6'2", in good shape with brown hair and green eyes. I wouldn't call myself huge but I have a decent size cock at 7" which is more notable for its muscular appearance and fine proportions than raw size (not that I've had any complaints). More than that, my unique talent is that I can fuck for hours without shooting my load. I've never had a premature ejaculation to the delight of my various partners and can always hold off as long as a woman wants.
Barbara and I were happy but not exactly heading toward marriage and, after about twelve months decided to call it quits on friendly terms. Given her past, I assumed she would be a while before meeting another guy so I thought nothing of it when she invited me over to her mother's house that October evening to have a few drinks. "Bring your swim trunks," she said, "we might jump in the hot tub." At that my jeans started to tighten around the crotch... this could be fun.
I showed up at around eight with a six pack and but had forgotten the requested swimming apparel. Expecting to find Barbara alone -- her mom and two brothers were out of town, she'd said -- I was surprised when she answered the door with a good-looking guy that appeared to be about our age. He was slightly shorter than me, with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and looked to be in better shape than me, a bit of a stud actually.
"Hi babe, this is Peter," she said.
Peter introduced himself with a noticeable German accent. "Great," I thought with a tinge of jealousy, "so much for having fun tonight." I hadn't expected her to move on so fast but I knew that, as a German-language major she was interested in and had plenty of opportunity to meet European guys. We headed to the living room to have a drink where I soon figured out that Peter was Barbara's ex-boyfriend. I wondered what my lovely ex-girlfriend had in mind sitting between the only to cocks she'd ever experienced.
After about twenty minutes of conversation, we'd finished our beers and I'd concluded that this Peter character might not be the worst guy in the world when Barbara interrupted us, "I'm gonna jump in the hot tub, you guys going to join me?"
"Sure," Peter said without hesitation, leading me to agree despite the stirring bulge I felt in my pants.
