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All characters participating in any sexual activity in this story are WAY beyond the age of 18. Like 31 and 35 to be exact.
Warning: Anal, big dick and hetero sex is contained in this story. Maybe a BJ as well. Depends on how it plays out. Cunnilingus too, now that I think about it. Maybe some finger action. I'm not really sure yet. You know what? Let's just see what happens.
Hayden D. Linder
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I was at my buddies house catching the game along with several of our friends. My team was losing. But Roger's team was kicking ass! And he was drinking like it. His wife Merrideth mentioned he should slow down several times throughout the evening. But he'd been drunk most of the day and was too far gone by the time any of us realized it.
Roger and I had been friends since college. I'd even been one of the Groom's men at his wedding. Which was over ten years ago, now. Merrideth and I had met while they were dating and had become friends long before their wedding day. I always liked her. She's a good person. Lots of brains. And she is lovely. I mean, blondes with big boobs don't actually hold a special place in my heart. I like them, but I could just as easily go "gah gah" over a full figured redhead.
That being said, Merrideth was beautiful. Wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, C cup breast and an ass that was to die for. Today she was wearing a black pleated miniskirt. Black slip on flats and a white halter top with some kind of built in bra. I noticed because it showed off her perky nipples. God bless her.
Once the game ended that night Roger's inebriation became even more apparent. He was bragging loudly about how much Merrideth liked it in the butt. Judging by how red she became I understood someone should "gently" try to shut him up. I stood up to go over to him when some of the women had convinced their men it was time to go. This distracted Roger from his rant with,
"You guys aren't leavin are ya?" He asked.
"I'm afraid so,Roger." One of his work friends replied as he gripped his shoulder before following his wife out.
There were others leaving as well. Which seemed to deflate Roger's mood. I approached him and managed to convince him it was late and he had an early day tomorrow. He didn't. This was Saturday but he was far too drunk to realize that. It did make it easier to get him shuffled off to bed though.
"Thank you." Merrideth whispered to me as I made it back to the kitchen.
I shrugged to her. "He's an asshole when he's drunk. Most people are." I smiled.
The party continued for another hour before people started trickling out. Once I realized the party was over I grabbed a trash bag and began cleaning up the backyard. I had to grab a second bag to finish up. By the time I had the backyard in order everyone had left and Merrideth was staring at a large pile of dishes in the sink.
"I'llllllllll deal with it tomorrow." She stated as she threw her hands in an act of futility.
I laughed and took the two trash bags outside to the trash can. She was in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine when I returned.
"Thanks for taking care of the trash, Frank."
"Not a problem." I smiled as I grabbed a beer from the almost empty cooler. "Good party, huh?"
She rolled her eyes. "Uhhhh yeah."
I laughed again. "What?...Roger?"
"Yeah,Roger. I cannot believe he... ARGH!" She yelled in exasperation. I laughed again. "It's not funny." She whined. "What do they think of me? All of our friends heard him."
"They -think- he was drunk."
"God, I hope so." She said before taking another sip of wine.
"Although he -did- make you sound pretty randy."
"Would - you - shut - up." I laughed some more at her discomfort. "You're horrible." She commented.
I was still laughing as I sat down my beer and took some of the trash from the countertop to the kitchen trash can. I stated, "Admit it. You're just too hot for Roger to keep quiet about." Right before I slapped her ass!
I think the only reason she didn't deck me. As she slowly turned with raised eyebrows and a furious look on her face. Was because I held my clenched fists to my chest and had a horrified expression on mine.
"I am sooo sorry Merrideth. I don't know why I did that. I... I..."
It was her turn to laugh as she shook her head. "That was (not) OK. But your face..." She laughed some more. Eventually I got over my self repulsion and laughed with her. "What were you thinking?" She asked.
I shook my head as I thought about it. "Too much beer, for one." I pointed. "And... I guess Roger talking about your butt got me thinking in the wrong direction. And suddenly I was in "Standing in the kitchen with my girlfriend" mode."
She nodded. "We probably are too relaxed around each other to be drinking." I shrugged and nodded in reply. "Plus - it's not like you'd know what to do with it if you got it." She ended with a condescending smile.
Now, this is the part where -most- men would come up with some macho bullshit about what they could do to her backside. Which would've turned her off. Because she would see it as being a little pathetic. But Merrideth, by this time, was one of my oldest friends. She was intelligent, beautiful, charismatic and a genuinely good person. So I instead opted to...
(LIE.)
"Yeah, you're probably right, actually." I half cringed with a nodd.
"What?"