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Thank you for the interest in my stories.
As requested, here's another story about My Girls.
If you'd read other stories about My Girls, skip the intro and go straight to the story. While the following story can stand alone, you might enjoy it more if you read My Girl-Sue Ann and My Girl-Sandy first.
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Intro
I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved.
I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you.
I've had the chance to meet some amazing women in my life. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. The stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events.
Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember...
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Chapter 01
The Phone Call
Another fifteen minutes. All I wanted was another fifteen minutes of sleep. Sandy had worked me over earlier tonight and I needed sleep. She was breathing deeply as she lay beside me, and I wanted to stay right there. Fifteen minutes more and I'd get up. I hit the snooze button and the alarm clock rang again. What the hell? I picked up the clock ready to throw it across the room when I realized the phone was ringing. It was three in the morning and my phone was ringing. Why was the phone ringing?
It was the first night in two months I had no gig, no nothing and my phone wakes me up at three in the morning. Somebody's dying. If they're not dying yet, they're going to be. I grabbed the phone and held it to my ear as my head feel back onto the pillow. "Yeah. This better be good," I growled. The other end of the line was quiet. I stared at the ceiling and said, "Hello."
Finally, in the silence I heard a small voice say, "Hello." It was so timid and quiet I couldn't recognize who she was.
I took a slow deep breath to calm down and asked, "Who is this?"
"It's me...Sue Ann."
With a smile I abandoned my homicidal urges and said, "Hello, Beautiful. How are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
I wanted more information. Why is she calling? Is she in trouble? We hadn't seen each other for weeks and she was calling at three in the morning. "What's going on?"
"Nothing much, really. I just got home and thought you'd be up. I thought you were always up this time of night." She sounded like she'd been crying.
"Yeah, I'm usually up but I had a night off. Now what's really going on? Are you okay? Do you need help?"
"No, I don't need anything. I just...I had a bad night and wanted to hear your voice."
"Okay. What happened? Why was it a bad night?" I asked.
"Well, you know I started working with Mom at the hospital, right?"
"Yeah. You're handling the night shift in admitting aren't you?"
"Mm-hmmm. Well, this doctor that works nights has been flirting with me since my first day. I thought he was harmless and kind of a stuck on himself the way they all are, you know? But he wouldn't quit."
By now I was sitting up. Sandy, who had been sleeping next to me stirred and I motioned for her to go back to sleep. "What did he do?"
"Well, it isn't so much what he did as what he said."
This was getting frustrating, first nothing, then a flood, then nothing again. "Sue Ann, what did he say?"
After a long pause she quietly said, "He said you're a bum and I can't see you anymore."
"Oh. Really? Do I know this guy? Why did he say that?"
"He wants me to be his girlfriend."
"Well, he's got good taste." As she giggled on the other end of the line I went on, "I can't say that I'd blame him. If I were in his shoes I'd want you all to myself too. But I didn't know you were seeing anybody. I mean...if you like this guy..."
Sue Ann interrupted me saying, "I'm not seeing him. I don't like him. He just wants me to. I shouldn't have been so nice I guess. He thinks...well, I don't know what he thinks. I was just trying to be nice to him. Nobody likes him and he doesn't have any friends. He's really brilliant and he always looks so tired. He doesn't ever get to see his wife and I was just trying to be nice."
The floodgates were open again. "Sue Ann, it's okay. Calm down." It took a minute for what she said to sink in. "He's married?
"Yeah."
"But he wants you to be his girlfriend."
"Yeah."
"What do you want?"
"I don't want to be his girlfriend. I want him to leave me alone. And I want you."
"Okay. Don't worry, Beautiful, he's just trying to bully you to get what he wants. Don't let it get to you. If you want me, that sounds good to me 'cause I want you too. But what do you want from me?"
There was an hour-long pause (okay maybe it was just a few seconds) before she said, "I want you to...you know...like before."
"Oh, you do, huh? And what else do you want?"
"I don't know. Can't we just see what happens?" She got quiet for a moment and then must have realized what I was thinking. "I'm not trying to tie you down or anything." Then she added in a whisper, "But if you want to tie me down, I think I'd like that."
Now I was sitting up and my cock was standing up. Before I knew it, my hand began to slowly stroke it. "Oh, yeah? That might be fun. When do you want to do that?"
"I don't know. I've got a long weekend starting tomorrow, why don't I come down? I could spend a few days there with you."
"That sounds good. When do you want to come?"
"As soon as you tell me to," she said with a giggle.
Sandy was lying on her side now watching me. When I looked at her she licked her lips and asked, "Want some help with that?" I started to scoot out of bed but I wasn't quick enough. She took me in her warm, wet mouth. Grabbing me in one hand she slipped the other down to play with her pussy and said, "Keep talking. If you stop, I'll stop."
"Okay."
Sue Ann was saying something, but I wasn't listening. I cut her off and tried to catch up with the conversation. "I'm sorry, Sue Ann. What did you say?"
"I said 'I wish I were there right now'. I miss you." She sighed and went on, "What are you doing?"
"Well, I was sleeping, but now I'm up and talking to you."
I got to hear that cute giggle again as she asked, "Are you all the way up?"
"No I'm just sitting in bed." Sandy flicked her tongue around me to remind me that wasn't all I was doing.
"No silly. I mean is ALL OF YOU UP?"
I knew what she was asking but I wanted to make her say it. "I don't know what you mean."
"Is your dick hard?"
"What would make you ask that?"
"I want to know."
"You do? Why do you want to know?"
"Because...because I'm soaking wet thinking about you there in bed all alone."
"Oh, you are?"
"Yeah, I am. I can feel how soaked my panties are and the way I'm rubbing them is making my fingers wet."
"Does that feel good?
"Mm-hmmm."
"That's a good girl. Where are you?"
"I'm feeling very naughty tonight so I'm out of the balcony. It's beautiful out here. You'd love the view."
"I bet I would," I said lasciviously. "I'll bet it's something to see."
