This story starts in March of 1991.
I guess I should tell you right off the bat that I'm adopted. But, don't feel sorry for me because my adoptive parents are the nicest parents a guy could have, bar none. I'm Austin Feeney. My friends, those shits, call me "Meat." Even the girls know that I have that nickname.
I was chosen for the Georgia all state basketball team. The Georgia and South Carolina all state teams play each other each year. The proceeds go to the Shriners.
This year the game was held in Columbia, SC. Because of their work, my folks could not make the trip. During the pre-game warm up, I ran to chase a ball that rolled near the South Carolina players. I came face to face with Me!
When he saw me, he froze too. We were identical. "Who are you?"
"Casey Pollard."
"Were you adopted?"
"Yes."
"What is your date of birth?"
"June 6, 1976"
"God damn, so is mine. No one ever told me that I had an identical twin brother"
"Me neither."
Right then, the whistle blew to start the game. "Trade information with you at half time."
"Yep."
We guarded each other for the first quarter of the game. He ran on the balls of his feet the same way I do. Both the coaches took us out at the same time. I wrote out all my personal information. Then, I got a crazy idea. I added this note. "Casey, let's not tell anyone that we have an identical twin. We may be able to get away with some pranks or stunts. E-mail me and we can go into this further."
We both ended up attending the University of Georgia in Atlanta. With thirty thousand students at an inner city university, it was easy to disappear in the mass of students. We both lived off campus on opposite sides of Atlanta.
Chemistry, math, and botany are easy subjects for me, but I struggle in history and English. As luck would have it, Casey was a strong student in history and English, but struggled in my strong areas. So, He took my exams in history and English, while I took his in chemistry, math, and botany.
Boys being boys, we had to push our limits, so we purchased the same clothes, and both got haircuts the same day from the same barber, so that we were identical. We spent hours discussing our families, friends, hobbies, and past experiences, so that we could change places with each other, without being caught.
I was dating Shirley Smith, a tall, dark haired, pretty girl. On the fourth date, we went to a "Rave." She took an ecstasy pill. I got laid that night. Oh, boy, did I. She wanted it every time I could get it up, for over five hours.
Casey was dating Bonnie Summerfield, a refined, reserved, tall blond girl, with a great set of tits, that would not let him fuck her. There would be another "Rave" this weekend, so I suggested to Casey that he take Shirley. Of course, that was for him an automatic fuck.
I agreed to take Bonnie to a Jazz concert. It was the wildest thing to be with an attractive sexy woman who is comfortable being with you, but you are not the you she thinks you are. Does that make sense?
After the concert, I took her to the "Crazy Lizard" lounge. A large place with three dance floor, each with a different type of music, and five bars, it held over five hundred patrons. We went to the slow dance floor, with a Glenn Miller type band.
With two drinks in her, Bonnie let me dance with her chest to chest, with her head on my shoulder. With another drink in her, she did not pull away when I begin to run my leg between hers, rubbing her pussy. It dawned on me that I could fuck her. "Should I? Would Casey mind?" I looked at my watch. It was two AM. My mind was racing. "Right at this very moment, Casey has Shirley on her back, in my apartment, and is fucking her. I decided to go for it"
As the dance ended, Bonnie said that she had to use the rest room. While she was gone, I got her another drink. I slipped the bar tender an extra five bucks so he would make it with 150 proof rum. When she returned, Bonnie was thirsty. She drank it all down. Time to go. In ten minutes, we arrived at Casey's place.
Bonnie needed help walking in. Her speech was slurred. I turned on one small light. Sitting next to her on the couch, I took her in my arms. Ever so gently, I kissed her neck, under her chin, her checks, her nose, and finally her mouth. My hands rubbed the back of her head, then her arms, and her waist.
Her breathing got deeper, and faster. My right hand went on to her left breast. She froze, with a deep breath, a gasp. Her hand covered mine. I kneaded that melon with all my finger. Her head lifted, as her hand fell away, and another gasp escaped her. Her body relaxed, and she lay back. I gave her a long French kiss, with my tongue probing deeply in her mouth.
My hand went between her legs, which she closed, trapping my hand against her pussy. I cupped my fingers and rubbed her hard several times. Another deep gasp, as the tension against my hand eased, and her legs slowly opened, giving me complete access to her pussy.
My fingers pushed her white cotton panties to one side, and I ran my index finger into her pussy. "Oooohhhhoooo, Oooohhhhoooo," she moaned, with her eyes shut and her mouth open.
I picked her up, took her to the bed room, and lay her on the bed. Bonnie continued to moan as I took off her clothes. There was just enough light filtering through the curtains to see her wonderful body laying there.