Steve and I were friends from University – he lived about an hours drive away from me but we used to go out for a few beers every month or so, alternating between Guildford and Bournemouth. It was his turn to come up to my town on the Friday after my night with Tricia, and I was looking forward to telling him about that, as well as catching up with the regular talk.
He turned up at mine at around half seven, having driven straight from work. We ordered pizza and sat eating that and drinking beers, chilling out before hitting the town. Steve laughed out loud when I told him about inviting Tricia down, and was very interested to hear about the other girls I’d met that night, Clara and Alex. I’ve always enjoyed going out with Steve – he’s a bit more extrovert than I am and is always happy to start off conversations with women. This has occasionally left me with the less fanciable of a pair, but on the whole we make a good team. He was impressed that just this once I seemed to have done the groundwork for him!
We left my flat at around nine, and headed for The Tap, a local bar with a good vibe for this early in the evening. It was packed, loads of people out enjoying Friday night, the music loud but not too loud as people met up and chatted, before heading off to club nights. Steve and I knew where we were headed – Mambo’s, which had long been a favourite of mine because of the jazz flavoured tinge to the dance music there, as well as the good looking girls of course!
I was half expecting Clara and Alex to not be there, or even if they were for them not to be interested in us. But within a couple of minutes of Steve and I arriving and getting a drink, Clara had rushed up to me, welcomed me with a squeeze on the arse, and invited us to join them in the sofa zone. We were only too pleased to agree, and Steve gave me a wink of approval as we followed Clara upstairs.
She was as gorgeous as I’d remembered – tonight dressed up a little more in a long red dress, her dark hair flowing over bare shoulders and bright red lips shining out as she smiled. Alex was sprawled on a sofa, wearing a shorter skirt, a black shirt opened to the waist revealing a black bra and her tattoo, and swigging from a bottle of lager. “Hi!” she greeted us enthusiastically, “you must be Steve?”
Steve sat down on the sofa next to Alex, Clara sat next to Steve and I sat opposite them all, perched on a low table. We all introduced ourselves, and happily got chatting over a beer. I had to describe what had happened after I’d left the girls earlier in the week, which I did without too much detail, but causing much hilarity and “I told you so” type comments. They had enjoyed the evening too, although Clara’s mum hadn’t been too happy about them waking her up when they’d come in at around one o’clock, drunk and staggering. “You’ll have to come and stay at my place tonight then!” I (half) joked.
“Might just take you up on that offer,” replied Alex, “I’ve told my parents I’m staying at Clara’s, and she’s told her mum she’s staying at mine. Don’t think they’ll check with each other!”
The place was filling up, and the beer was going down really well. I had a dance with Clara, and she very deliberately rubbed her body against mine on the crowded floor, so I pulled her towards me and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “That feels good, sexy!” I mouthed at her, and she reached for me to kiss me again. We moved off to the side of the dance floor, finding a space against a wall at the end of the bar, and within seconds were kissing again, hard and lustfully. My cock was straining against my trousers as Clara pushed her hand down to feel it, and I massaged her tits through her dress. “Hmmm, that feels a bit too good for in here!” I laughed, as we broke the kiss. “Let’s go back upstairs to see what Steve and Alex are up to.”
Steve and Alex were lying almost horizontal on the couch, Steve’s hand on Alex’s arse and creeping up all the time. I guess the girls had chosen who had who! Clara and I sat on the couch, the others sitting upright and tidying themselves up a bit. “We’re gonna go back to Joe’s,” announced Clara, slightly to my surprise but not to my displeasure. Alex wanted to stay at the club, so Steve suggested that they come back later, and asked me to leave a key outside for him, which was no problem. Clara and I left Mambo’s, and walked across the street to the taxi rank. It wasn’t a long wait, and only a five minute trip in the cab, and before I knew I was alone in my flat with a second girl in three days who wasn’t my girlfriend. I’d been honest with Clara, and it didn’t seem to phase her that I was spoken for, in fact, she’d said in the taxi home, it was a bonus because the guys she’s gone out with before were too clingy to her, she wanted a bit of freedom.
It didn’t take us long to free ourselves from our clothes – Clara virtually dragged them off me as we kissed our way to my bedroom. My shirt was first, and my jeans were unbuttoned by the time we got to the bedroom door. I unzipped her dress, and she stepped out of that in the doorway. I stopped to take off my shoes and socks, and Clara dropped to her knees to pull my jeans down and off. My cock was sticking out of my boxer shorts, and Clara grabbed hold of it quickly, sucking it deeply into her mouth as I let my shorts fall to the floor. I wanted her to be naked too, so I stepped away from what promised to be a fantastic blow job and pulled her to her feet, kissing her hard on the lips as I did so. I reached round and unclipped her bra, which I threw onto the floor, and stepped to one side to lean over and admire her firm, round tits, nipples big and erect. I took one in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, before doing as she had done and kneeling in front of her, pushing my nose between her legs and inhaling the scent of her cunt. I reached up and pulled her knickers down, and she stepped out of them and kicked them away. Once again I pushed my face between her legs, which parted quickly to allow my tongue to lick her hairy cunt. God she was so wet already! She leaned back against the wall as I probed her clitoris, and her hand reached down to pull her lips apart and allow me easier access. Her hips were thrust forward, and I could feel her legs start to tremble as I sucked her hot cunt. With my left hand I reached round to her arse and pulled her even closer to me, running a finger along her arse crack, her breaths getting shorter and shorter as she nearer her orgasm. “I’m cumming, oh god I’m cumming,” she cried, and I eased slightly off her clitoris as she shuddered and pushed my head away, “no more, no more!”
Well maybe no more sucking, but I really needed a fuck now. I stood in front of her and kissed her lips again, as she composed herself, throwing her arms around my neck. My cock was pushing against her stomach now, and she eased her leg up onto my hip to allow it to nestle between her legs. I reached around and put my hands on her butt cheeks, pulling her up and pushing her against the wall, which gave my cock the freedom to find her opening. She sighed as I managed to twitch my cock against her clitoris, and the head then found her hot cunt and slipped in. She was so tight, and the angle wasn’t the easiest, but with a little manoeuvring I was able to slide the full length into her, a combination of my arms and the wall stopping her from sliding down too far. I felt like I never wanted to move from this position, but there wasn’t much scope for friction and I needed to come, so I picked her up and carried her, still impaled on my cock, over to the bed. I gradually lowered her down onto her back, and when she was fully reclined began to slowly stroke myself in and out of her, leaning up in the press up position so I could look into her eyes and admire her tits.
“Hey, that feels amazing,” I whispered as she reached down with a couple of fingers and wrapped then around my cock. “Are you touching yourself as well as me by doing that?”
She nodded, and bit her lip to hide her gasp of pleasure as I thrust a little quicker. “I want to make you come as well as you made me,” she said, looking at me almost pleadingly.
“Yeah, you’re going to make me come, you just say when,” I said, hoping she’s say it soon.
“Oh now, oh now,” cried Clara, which was just as well as I could feel my balls bubbling over and my sperm splashing up into her throbbing cervix. “Oh yes, that’s beautiful, that’s wonderful.”
My arms buckled and I fell onto her, and we kissed again. “That felt fantastic,” I said, “well worth leaving that club early for!” She agreed, smilingly, and we lay back, getting our breath back. I went off to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers from the fridge, and when I got back Clara was rolling a joint and lying on her front on the bed. We relaxed, getting a buzz from the beer and the grass, and were just discussing when Steve and Alex would get back when we heard a key at the door. “Ssshhh, let’s see if they’re as desperate as we were!” I chuckled.
They were obviously a bit drunk. Alex stumbled into the hall, and laughed as Steve tried to stop her falling. “Oooh,” she said, “nice flat!”
“Let’s go into the lounge,” Steve suggested, obviously assuming we’d be in the one bedroom. They staggered off down the hall, and Clara and I heard them sit down on the sofa. After that it went a bit quiet, and we strained to hear what was going on.
“So is your friend as much fun as you are in bed?” I whispered to Clara.
“I reckon so,” she replied. “I’ve snogged her a few times, and always enjoyed it!” This was interesting news – I’d fantasised about the two of them together to myself in the last couple of days, and wanted to know more now! We heard a low moan from the other side of the wall. “Let’s go and watch what’s happening!” said Clara, eyes shining with mischief.
