Even though we were friends and roommates, Sam and I both dated Sara when we were in college. He knew her first, often talking about the girl with the perfect little bubble butt. "It's like a fresh peach," he used to say. "You just want to bite into it and taste the juices."
About as far as he ever got with her was a mutual masturbation session at a frat party. They got drunk and began a heavy make out session on a couch in a dark corner of the frat house. He reached around to play with her ass as she straddled his lap In the past, she had always stopped him. That night she let him lift the back of her skirt and slide his hand down the back of her panties.
After a few minutes, she raised up and allowed him to move his hand down her ass and between her legs. He knew at least two guys stopped what they were doing to watch. "With her skirt up around her waist and her panties pulled down off her butt, they were getting a great view of a world class ass," he said. "An ass that white in a room that dark was bound to attract attention."
When he penetrated her pussy with his finger tips, she buried her face in his shoulder and raised her ass higher, urging his fingers deeper. Spreading her legs to allow him even greater access, she shamelessly exposed her wet and wide open cunt to anyone in the room as she whimpered through an orgasm. When it came, her legs shook as though an electric jolt had surged through her body. She returned the favor by unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out, then wrapping her small hand around his cock and pumping until he came all over his shirt.
He introduced us a few weeks later and we soon became a couple. Other than that one time with Sam, she never permitted any public displays of sexuality. It took me six months to talk her into a weekend away from campus. After we began fucking in private, she would allow almost anything. Our sex life was fantastic and I always thanked Sam for his frank appreciation of her ass.
I married her shortly after we graduated from UGA in 1990. Sam married a year later and got divorced a few months ago. Soon after they split, he dropped by and we had a few too many beers. He confessed that one of the reasons for the divorce was he never really got over Sara. He told me he fantasized about her when he was making love to his wife and still wanted a piece of that peachy little ass of hers.
Instead of being angry, I found myself oddly excited about another man, especially a black man, enjoying her body. When she came home I dragged her to bed immediately. As I slid my cock in, I whispered Sam's fantasy to her and suggested she imagine I was him. She protested but I was amazed at how strong her orgasm was. I realized immediately that there was still some unfinished business between them.
We talked about it afterwards and she soon confessed the little mutual session they had enjoyed years ago. She blushed as she said he could have had her that night if he had pressed a little more. She said her first thought when she raised up off his lap was to give him room release his cock. "I could tell it was big and I was drunk and incredibly horny," she said. If he had pulled it out, I would have settled my cunt down on it and fucked him right there in front of everybody. When he started to finger fuck me, I knew he wasn't going to do me so I gave him a hand job."
Sara said she always wondered what it would have been like. I told her I knew the whole story before I ever met her and I was OK if she wanted to explore the fantasy with him. She blushed and rolled over.