Most stories don't fit neatly into just one category. This story started in one direction but the characters decided to go their own way. You decide! Where does it belong?
The first time I saw Roxie she was on her knees sucking a cock on the side of a bar in Geneva-on-the-Lake. It was Fourth of July weekend in 1986 my first summer after college. I was twenty-five; you might say I was a slow learner. Truth was I liked to party too much and by party I mean drink! I was socially inept but beer and my best friend JD don't make for a great scholastic career. Women on the other hand remained a mystery.
Roxie it turned out had just turned twenty-one. I watched her blow three guys before she came up for air.
She saw me seated four stools from the end and took the one next to me. She smiled and ordered in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard, "Hey stud, Buy me a beer!" She wasn't shy.
"Me?" I was incredulous. "You want me... to buy you... a beer?"
"Why not, stud. You've been enjoying the show haven't you?"
I blushed.
"It's alright, stud, don't get all embarrassed on me. Just but me a beer."
I caught the bartender's eye. He brought two more mugs. She picked up one and chugged the whole thing before turning and placing one hand on my cock.
"Feels like you could use a nice blow job yourself."
It took all the control I could muster not to spit my beer out. "Not now." I stammered.
"What's wrong, stud? Shy?"
"No... Well yes! Just not now."
"You're cute. You know that, stud?"
"It's not nice to tease."
"No, really, you are cute! I think I like you."
"Thanks. I guess."
"Where do you live?"
"Parma."
"Good, I live in Strongsville; you can give me a ride home."
"That's not exactly on the way."
"You won't be sorry."
That's how it all started. It was Roxie's twenty-first birthday and she celebrated by giving strangers blow jobs. I gave her a ride home and she didn't disappoint. I was driving my mom's old Ford Falcon. It had a bench seat and Roxie sat real close and kept rubbing my crotch. It was all I could do to concentrate on driving. We were approaching the 480/Shoreway split when she fished my cock out of my baggies and went to work. Expert that she was it didn't take too long before I gave up my precious cargo. She lapped up every drop. "I wouldn't want to leave a mess for your mom to see when she does the laundry."
"What makes you think I live with my mom?"
"You do don't you?"
"Well, yes... but..."
"It's okay, stud, I like momma's boys."
I agreed to meet her for lunch the following Wednesday. I was still looking for a job (Accounting). She worked in a law office in Terminal Tower. It was July so we got hot dogs and sodas on the square and sat on a bench to talk. She seemed so different dressed in a navy blue skirt, white blouse, stockings and heels. At the beach she was wearing daisy dukes, a halter top, flip-flops and her hair was in a pony tail. Now it was all so normal; nothing like she was at the bar. As we walked back to the lobby in the terminal she asked if I was going out to the beach again the next weekend.
"I think I might." I answered.
"Will you take me too?"
"Are you going to... you know?"
"Would that bother you?" She winked at me and got on the elevator. "Call me." She waved as the door closed.
I did and we did go back out to Geneva-on-the Lake. On the way she made it a point to talk about cock sucking. "It's a hobby." She explained. "I just love cocks and I want to suck as many of them as I can before I get married. Does that bother you?"
I was blushing and I couldn't find the words to express my feelings. She was absolutely the most candid girl I'd ever known.
"Do you like my tits?
"What?"