It was a month after I started my new job. The guys encouraged me to meet others from the company. Elmer's Kitchen and Bar was the place to be on Friday nights. Upwards of one hundred younger people from my company usually showed up.
Mike and Steve, guys on my project team, did introductions. There was one girl in particular that caught my eye. Young, blond, pretty. She was sitting with several others. As I moved around the room I found myself glancing back in her direction. I caught her as she turned her head away each time. Interesting girl. She didn't seem to join in her friends' conversation, more or less just sat there.
Someone that pretty, how come? I wondered. I walked over and re-introduced myself. The others were dancing so I asked if I could sit. Sue seemed powerfully distracted or distressed. "I apologize, Jim, I'm not very good company tonight."
"Sorry. Maybe you need someone to talk to."
"Let's dance," she suddenly bolted up from her chair. I followed her onto the dance floor. She was a good dancer, better than me. A slow number came on and I held her close. Damn, she looked good, and smelled good. Opps, I felt myself getting half-hard. I backed away a bit so she wouldn't feel my growing bulge. Instead she pulled me closer, her mound rubbing against my crotch. Oh, my.
We did a second slow one, our bodies melted together as if we were one.
"Do you live close, Jim?"
"About 15 minutes."
"Take me to your place. Please."
Damn, we just met and this very attractive girl wanted more! This kind of situation doesn't happen to a guy like me. And I hadn't even had a chance to use any of my lines on her.
"Please, Jim, let's go. I need you to make love to me. Please."
Minutes later we were in my bedroom, taking our clothes off. "Sue, you are beautiful. Such a sexy body. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Shut up and get your clothes off." Who was I to argue.
"Oh, when I felt you on the dance floor, I knew you were big. But not that big. I hope you can get it in."
Ever since I was fourteen I knew my cock was special. Girls tell me I am quite good looking but my big cock scared some off. This girl needed special attention. Whatever her problems, it was obvious I was just a tool. I didn't mind being used. Not one bit.
She laid down on the bed, legs spread. "Put you cock in me, Jim. I want to be fucked."
Rather than jump to the main event I kissed down her body, taking a couple of minutes to reach her pussy. "Bend your legs, honey. Yes, like that. I want to taste you."
She seemed to take a very long time to respond to my oral ministrations. Finally, her juices started to flow, signaling her approaching climax. I redoubled my licking and tongue fucking. She pulled my head into her crotch, mashing my mouth against her pussy. 'Oh, oh, oh god. Oh..." A burst of pussy juice flooded my mouth and face. She pulled me up and kissed me hard on the lips.
"So that's what my pussy tastes like. Thank you, thank you. Jim, you are so good. I really needed that. You have no idea."
I think I did, based upon her reaction.
"Sue, you have the most beautiful pussy. And you taste so good. I like a girl who squirts. You ready for my cock?"
"God, yes, I want it. But go slowly, you are so much bigger than my husband."
Whoa. She is married? Am I a home wrecker now?
"Your husband?"
"Yeah, I'm married but we are having problems, big problems. If you hadn't taken me home tonight I would have found someone else. Let's talk about it later. Give me your cock."
My cock didn't want to talk so I didn't either. I rubbed my cock head up and down her pussy slit, gradually pushing between the lips and sliding up to her clitoris. I knew from experience that my cock would fit but a girl needs to be ready. So I always got good marks for not rushing.
After some minutes I pressed my cock into her hole, just head deep. Then I pulled back out. For another minute I just fucked her with the head. Sensing she was ready for more, each stroke went deeper.
"Oh, Jim, you are stretching me out, but don't stop. Are you in completely?" She reached down and felt my cock as it moved slowly in and out.
"God, you are only half way. That's all the deeper my husband can get. And he thinks he's such a stud. Now I know better."
A few more thrusts and she had taken all of me. "All in, Sue. You have all of me." I started slow, long thrusts.
Afterwards Sue snuggled against me, her hand on my limp cock. "You have the most wonderful cock, Jim. I'll bet you have had lots of girls."
"I've had my share," I modestly responded.
"I got married last year. Stupid me. My last year of high school and I had a crush on my to-be husband Jeff. Now we are having problems. I sure didn't know him like I thought I did."
"You don't need to explain, Sue. It's not my business."
"I feel better if I do. Tonight at Elmer's was my first time there. I had to get out of the house. My husband, Jeff, told me I was a dud in bed and he was going out with his girlfriend. 'What girl friend?' I shrieked."
"He laughed at me. 'One of your bridesmaids, your dear friend Susan. We met at the wedding and have been fucking ever since. She's ten times better in bed than you.'"
"You're fucking her? I don't believe it!"
"Yep, believe it. You want to come with me and watch?"
"That happened a few days ago. I was out of my mind. My husband was cheating on me and bragged about it. And with one of my best friends. My friends, I should say my other friends, were supportive and asked me to join them at Elmer's. I felt so worthless, so depressed. My husband is having an affair because I am a cold fish in bed."
"I had a couple of drinks and I got angry. I was a normal young woman, a virgin, and always tried to accommodate my husband. I saw you glancing in my direction, several times. I thought, why the hell not. When you came back over, I decided, if my husband could fuck around, so could I. I'm sorry Jim, I used you. Now I feel so dirty."
I hugged her close. Her story explained a lot. "Sue, you needed someone and I gladly accepted what you were offering. We both wanted it. And I loved every minute tonight and I'm confident in saying you liked it too. No harm done."
"Thanks for saying that. That makes me feel better. And, Jim, you were wonderful. I hate to keep comparing with my husband but he never eats my pussy. He doesn't do much to get me going, just sticking in a couple of fingers for a minute, then his cock. I realized tonight that he's at least as responsible as I am for my lack of arousal."
"I can assure you, you were plenty responsive. You humped my mouth as I ate you out. You took all of my cock and you came twice. Many girls can't. You have just been beat down. Your husband is an idiot to be out fucking someone else."
We parted friends. I didn't want to intrude further into their marriage but I had my doubts as to its future.
Over the next several months I saw her from time to time in the hallways at work. Each time she flashed me a brilliant smile that set me aglow.
"Jim, it's me, Sue. Can we meet somewhere to talk?"
"Sure, how about Elmer's?
"No, someplace where we won't run into anyone from work. How about O'Malley's? Seven OK?"
"See you there." I was looking forward to seeing her again but wondered what crisis precipitated this get-together.
"Jim, you're the only guy friend I can talk with. I'm getting a divorce. You know things weren't too good for us but it got worse. Much worse. A week ago Jeff got mad and hit me several times, hard, and then went to his girlfriend's place. I called my sister who lives about thirty miles away. She picked me up and I stayed there that night. The next day the bruises were ugly looking. She took photos and then we called the police.
"My husband's in jail and I am filing for divorce."
"Sue, that's awful. I had a bad feeling about your situation. You did the right thing. Where are you staying? Still at your sister's?"
"Since Jeff's in jail, I returned to our apartment. But the lease is in his name. So I'm moving out before the end of the month. My sister says I can stay with her and her husband for a while.
"Even though we spent more time in bed than talking, I feel you are someone that can be my friend. I'm not talking about sex, though that might be possible, but friendship, someone I can share things with."
Uh, Oh. I really don't want to be someone's confessor nor a shoulder to cry on about bad marriages.
"Sure, Sue. What do you have in mind?"
"I really don't know. I don't want to cry on your shoulder about my marriage." (She read my mind). "But you are an unusually perceptive guy. Can we be friends? No strings?"
We had a first date the next Saturday. We shared stories about growing up. I gave a superficial summary of my dating history. She lost her virginity on prom night and then missed two periods. That scared her and a hasty marriage was arranged by her parents. She dropped out of school and later got her GED. Nothing came of the missed periods and her husband wanted to wait on children.
We had a nice, platonic, date. It was funny that we were doing things in reverse. First the sex, then the dates.
Our second date, I took her to my place. We had very good sex. She was much more relaxed than that first time. On Friday we planned on a light dinner and then a movie. "Jim, let's go someplace where we can talk."
"OK." Now what? I thought the true confessions were over.
"You are a great guy and I hope we can keep seeing each other. I need to fully clear the air. No secrets. You know I left Jeff after he beat me up. But there were other degradations. Terrible things. This all happened after you and I first met.
