*Hi everyone, it's been a little while since I've submitted anything here, hopefully no one will be let down. Just to let all of the readers know, this story starts out a little bit slow but I was rather pleased with the action, so if you're just looking for some fun scroll ahead a bit. I hope everyone enjoys this story and leaves me some feedback to help encourage me to keep it going! Thanks!*
I guess I should start off by telling you my name: I'm Jack Porter. Worrying about whether my name is real, or whether any of the following names are real, is really not important. What is important, or at least in my opinion, is the story I'm about to tell you all. If I hadn't been a firsthand witness, and also participant, to the following events, I likely wouldn't believe them. And so, it's pretty fair to say that you won't believe your eyes, or I suppose your ears if you are reading this aloud, and I don't blame you one damn bit.
I suppose I'll start this little story of mine with some background information: I'm a twenty-one year old male (as though you couldn't guess that part from my name... of course every name and its uncle is unisex these days so I'm giving you that tidbit of info anyhow), tall (about 6'2"), and rather lean. I never attended college personally; I found out early that school just wasn't for me. Please don't take this to mean that I'm stupid; by most standards I'm actually a pretty intelligent guy. However, I've always preferred working with my hands and was never a fan of the educational system.
So since I never attended college I had to find myself a job and landed a pretty good one as a warehouse manager for a company called S&B Technologies. They aren't very well known, but have a few branches scattered across the United States. Now, even though I never attended college, my girlfriend did. She got into one of the top colleges in our state; the College of William & Mary. Oh, by the way, I live in Richmond, Virginia, or very close to it anyway. I don't actually live in the City of Richmond.
Well, due to my girlfriend attending a college, I ended up getting my fair share of the college experience: parties, drinking, late-night cram sessions, and even later-night runs to the local Wawa for coffee and donuts. It was a pretty sweet deal really; I got all of the fun without most of the work. Of course I had work of my own, but my job was never really too demanding, and a pro of joining the work force is that after eight hours you're usually done. School is another story, and it stressed Ashley the fuck out. Oh, Ashley is my girlfriend by the way.
Ashley and I have been dating for a little over a year now, and at the time that my story takes place we had just passed our one year mark. People say we are an unlikely match: I'm white and rather quiet a lot of the time, while also being very free-minded and creative, whereas she is black (more of a medium brown really), very outspoken, and intensely stubborn about everything, which she gets from her father. Everything tends to be by the book with her and she doesn't take no for an answer. Our differences are really what made me fall in love with her to begin with so I don't mind what people say. And no matter how odd a pair our friends find us to be, they never make a big deal about it and we have some of the best friends one could hope for.
Okay, now I know that I've been drifting in and out of past and present tense, but the reason for this is because the story I mean to tell you happened a few months ago, so I'm speaking about all sorts of different times currently. Okay, let me just cut to the chase. The following "confession" is very sexually graphic. I will go into great detail about the things that went down in most cases, so please enjoy.
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It was a warm day in March, and I had spent most of the day making last minute preparations for the party that night. Ashley's parents were gone for the entire weekend and some of the week, and so she'd decided that a party, or sleepover, was in order. Ashley was always very thoughtful and offered a place to sleep to anyone who attended her parties in case they'd been drinking too much.
Ash loves to throw parties and is an excellent hostess. I certainly never mind helping because I don't have to do much aside from buying all of the alcohol (being the only one over twenty-one years old).
I was lounging on one of her comfy leather sofas with my shoes off and feet propped up on the arm rest when the doorbell rang. Ashley was curled up beneath my legs, resting her head in my lap and stroking my thigh. Hearing the bell we both looked at one another with raised eyebrows. There was a pretty large roster for the party but no one should have been arriving until about eight or nine o'clock; glancing at the clock beneath the television told me that it was only about five.
I moved my legs and stood along with Ashley and the two of us moved into the hallway heading towards the front door. Ashley peeked through the curtains before unlocking the bolt, as she always did. Opening the door quickly she revealed one of her oldest and best friends Monica standing on the front porch. Monica was smiling devilishly, as she almost always did, and soon she and Ashley were embracing.
Compared to most girls Ashley is tall, standing at about 5'11", and her friends tended to be small for some reason. Monica stands at a mere 5'4", and so only came up to just under Ashley's chin. I've always thought she was incredibly beautiful, very exotic features. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, and a bright, stunning blue, which in my opinion gives her a sexy, exotic flair due to her skin being a sexy caramel or light brown. A few months before Monica had cut most of her hair off and highlighted it with blond; it had grown back a bit but was still rather short. On the night of the party she was wearing it in a bob just past her ears and it looked amazing on her. The way it framed her face drew attention to her natural beauty and the fact that her face was nearly flawless.
I don't want to put her out there or anything, but Monica had struggled with some acne issues throughout adolescence, but she looked amazing that night.
I was quick to notice how low her dark blue tank top was, and my eyes flitted across her caramel cleavage several times as she spoke to Ashley. I had personally always been fond of Monica's body. She was much smaller than Ashley in most areas, which was easy to notice, but her form was surprisingly curvy. She had a nice C cup easily, which rivaled Ashley's D's, and she was naturally thin, resulting in a tight waistline. Her hips were quite wide, but her ass was never the stereotypical black-girl booty, much like Ashley's. They both had white-girl butts, which wasn't entirely negative. A nice tight ass is still a nice ass, and both of theirs were very nice all the same.
I must have seemed stupid standing there just staring at the two of them with my hands in my pockets, but I tried not to look the part too much. Finally Monica turned her attention toward me and smiled wide, I smiled back. "Jack! How have you been?" She asked moving toward me and ducking her head in for a fun little hug. Monica is a child at heart still and I love that about her. So far as Ashley had told me at that point I understood that Monica had never had a boyfriend and never been sexually or romantically inclined with any men. She was very innocent; but there was still that devious look about her, as if she were plotting and aware of your every thought.
"Hey Monica," I grinned, taking her head into my arms as she planted it against my chest, "I've been doing really well, you?" I really liked the feeling of this small body against mine. Don't get me wrong, I liked the feeling of Ashley hugging me as well, but it's just something about small girls that us large guys like. The fact that we can just pick them up into our arms with ease is probably a contributing factor. Picking Ashley up was not as easy as it sounded despite her lithe frame.
"Oh, I've been fine, just going to school and all." Ashley broke the hug and I groaned inwardly. I then scolded myself inwardly for groaning.
"Well come on, lets go get comfortable in the living room," Ashley suggested and we followed her back into the living room where Monica immediately slipped her shoes off and slid onto the couch.
I followed suit and sat down beside her, then Ashley sat on my other side. "So what are you doing here so early, Monica?" I asked her as I propped my feet onto an ottoman.
She shrugged her light shoulders, looking over toward me as our blue eyes met, "I didn't really have much going on so I figured I would stop by early and see if I could help out." After looking around for a bit she smiled, "Looks like you're pretty much set though."
