I walk in and I can tell you're mad. I look at the clock. It's 7 a.m. I've been out all night. I'm still in my skirt that I wore yesterday to work, though it looks like it hasn't been ironed in a week.
"I thought you were 'just going out with some friends'" you glare.
"I did. Christ I did!" I say, already tired of the fight that I know is breweing.
"It sure as hell doesn't look like it. Looks like your skirt spent the night balled up in the corner."
"Well...it did, but I still went out with friends." I shoot back.
"Really? Which friends are these?" You question.
"Actually I went out to a club with Megan. I spent the night with her."
You are about to reply, but the wheels start clicking in you head. You remember Megan, the incredible redhead I brought home a few weeks ago. You shift in your chair. Is that bulge growing.
I realize you aren't as mad as you were when I first walked in. With that knowledge, and the knowledge of my evening, I turn from you and go into the bedroom. You are instantly behind me. You're so predictable.
"So what happened? Where did you go? What did you do?" you ask like a kid eager to find out what a present is.
"We went out dancing, okay, down to the club." I fire back.
"I want details!" you beg.
"You do huh?" I ask. You look at me with those puppy dog eyes. I cross to the bed and sit down, you are over next to me in a flash.
I take a breath and start, "Well, she came by work and said she'd like to take me to this new club that just opened. Well, I knew I should come home, but, come on, it's Megan. How can I say no to those green eyes?"
"I don't blame you." you add.
"Oh so I'm forgiven?" I ask.
"If you keep on with the details." you say sternly.
"So we went to the club. There were a TON of people there. The dance floor was packed, but for some reason I've always liked that. We got a drink at the bar and headed out to the center of the throng.
The music was great and everyone was really grinding against each other. Megan was pressed right up against me. I love it when I can feel her tits against mine. So we're dancing and I'm sure that everyone around us notices that we're dancing a little friendlier than two women usually do, but that made it more fun.
We must have been out there for an hour, non stop. We were both dripping with sweat. I was dying of thirst so I said I was going to get a drink. Megan couldn't stop dancing so when I left her there while I went to get something to cool me off. That's when i realized that II was dripping wet. Dancing with Megan made me so worked up.
I found some water and after I had cooled off enough I pushed my way back out to the center of the floor. When i got there, Megan was still dancing, but now I noiticed she was pressed up against this huge black guy, who had his hands on her hips, grinding his hips into hers. I was about to let them alone and, dissapointedly, return to the bar, when she motioned to me to wait. She whispered into the guy's ear and he looked at her and smiled and nodded. He then pushed his way back through the crowd.
Megan came up to me and pressed herself really close.
'What's up?' I asked.
'Let's leave and go back to my place. I wanna do more than dance.' she purred with a wink.
'I'm ready!' i said and made a bee line for the door with Megan right behind me. All the way to her house, all I could think of was going down on that sweet little shaved pussy of hers.
When we got to her apartment and she let us in, I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She moaned and replied in kind. Our tongues swirled around eachother and my hands found her incredible tits. Her nipples were hard as rocks through her bra and top and I rolled them around in my fingers as we kissed."
"Well, then what?" you ask. I suddenly realizerd I have become totally lost in the thought of Megan and I kissing while you, obviously have become lost in the story. Your hand is rubbing your cock through your pants.
"Oh well, then," I laugh, "Then I suddenly realized that the water I had at the bar went straight to my bladder and I had to pee."
"Really?" you ask skeptically.
"REALLY! I had to go!" I reply, "So I told her and she said to go use it then meet her in the bedroom. So I went and made myself look good before I came back out. Right before I opened the door to the bathroom I thought I heard another voice.
'Does she have a roomate?' I wondered, hoping that if she did, it wouldn't spoil our fun.
I opened the door and saw no one, so I padded off down to her room and pushed open the door. I was suddenly very embarrased!"
"Why?" you ask.
"Becuase I realized that this might be the wrong room because there was a black guy lying back on the bed while someone was above him pulling off his shirt. Then I realized it was Megan!
'Umm...should I come back?' I asked.
Megan looked up at me with a smile, 'No, I'd really like you to stay.'
'So would I.' the black guy added.
'Well, I'm not so sure if I should.." i stammered.
'Well," Megan continued, "Why don't you just sit and watch for a bit?' I figured, there be no harm in that. I was mad that I might not get to have time with Meagan, but if I could watch and bring myself off, that might be okay, so I sat in the chair in the corner.
'Have you ever been with a black guy, Laura?' she asked.
'No I haven't.' I answered.
'She doesn't know what she's missing huh Tony?' she asked of her male friend. He laughed and shook his head in agreement.
Megan came around to his feet and reached up and ran her hands across his chest. He smiled and she giggled. Her hands went to his pants buttons and she started to unbotton them.
In moments she had them open and started to pull them down. It wasn't until she had them all the way off that I saw his cock for the first time. It was huge! I couldn't believe it. It was easily 9" and still growing and about 3" thick.
