Andrea and I met Curt that next weekend on the corner of Hollywood and Vine. He chose the spot and it isn't too far from where we live so we agreed. He was so sweet; he had brought two bouquets of flowers, one for each of us. I had brought a bottle of cherry flavoured lube. It turns out that Curt is just in town for vacation and he is really from Nebraska where he works in the healthcare industry. We took him to an inexpensive motel just off the Hollywood freeway. I don't ever take boys home with me. I'll go to their houses or we can go to neutral ground, like a hotel or a motel, or the back booth in a dark bar, but never to my house.
Dressing rooms in department stores work pretty well too. The best one I know about is the women's changing room in Nordstrom's at Del Amo Fashion Center but that's way down in Torrance, we were in Hollywood. Besides, I'm seldom quiet with anal sex and that was what I wanted with Curt.
I think, I mentioned in my last post about him that his dick was long and thin. I wanted to entertain the deep penetration without the oversized reaming. Andrea wanted the same thing and Curt had told me that he had never taken a partner anally before so, we were going to pop his cherry! So exciting!
At the motel Andrea and I were arguing about who got to be first. Normally I don't mind whether I'm first, last, or somewhere in the middle; but I really wanted to be the one to inaugurate Curt in the joys of anal sex. We decided to play rock, paper, scissors and begin the game fully clothed. The winner would lose an article of clothing until naked and once one of us was completely naked they would get to be first with Curt. We sat him on the bed and she and I stood toe to toe in front of the TV set.
"One, two, three," Andrea and I both shook our fists along with the count. On three I threw scissors, she threw paper . "Damn," I said as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Andrea has really nice titties - not too big, and they curve upward at the nipples, like a ski slope with the nips pointing up. She was wearing a bra but it was a push-up bra. She looked good, Curt noticed and she knows she looks good so she flaunted it just a bit.
"One, two, three," she threw scissors again but this time I threw rock. Immediately, I turned around with my back to Curt and slithered out of my shorts; bending at the waist as I pushed them to the floor. I wore thong panties so he got an eyeful of what I was offering that day I shook my butt back and forth, stood back up and turned around so he could see the front of my panties. The green colour looked good against my tanned thighs. Andrea was frowning.
Both of us girls shook our fists, "One, two, three," I threw rock again, so did Andrea - tie. "Again, one, two, three." She threw rock and I threw paper. Hooking my thumbs over the elastic band of my thong I faced Curt and pushed my panties down. I had my bush trimmed down short but it was still there, still promising the pleasures of the flesh. I knew Andrea shaved and I was glad to be different. Curt was watching carefully as I slowly pirouetted and when I was facing away from him I paused and bent at the waist again. I reached back and spread my cheeks so he could get another good look.
"One, two, three," and Andrea won. She removed the bra and let the girls free. She took the two steps over to the bed and sort of pushed her tits in his face. He wrapped his lips around a nipple and spent the next few seconds sucking on it. I had to break them up.
"One, two, three," I threw scissors and she threw the rock. She walked back over to Curt and let him push down her skirt to reveal her french cut, powder blue panties. Then he ran his hand back up her thigh and let his fingers linger between her legs, moving ever so slightly over the top of her clitoris. She drew a sharp breath and I watched as his dick strained against the left leg of his jeans. I broke them up again.
"One, two, three," we shook our fists and my scissors beat her paper. This time I walked over by Curt and raised my arms, inviting him to lift my shirt over my head.
"No fair," Andrea protested, "you're not wearing a bra!" she was right. I was naked. I had won the game. Eagerly, I reached for Curt's belt and began working to undo it. I could see through his trousers that he was hard. Andrea pitched in and we had him completely nude in almost no time. His cock was long and thin. Really long.
"Andrea, did you bring that tape measure?"
