* This is the true, no-exaggeration story of the first adventure shared with Annie; I only hope it is not the last...
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Back in high school Mike and I were good friends and did a lot of hanging out together. He was the better looking one and got a lot of interest, including by Annie. When he did not return her interest ("too skinny"), she and I ended up getting together and many years later, it has worked out much better for us than for him.
Always tall at 5' 7" - at least compared to many of her friends - Annie was very thin in high school. Her small frame hosted a pair of soft B-cup breasts and some people even speculated that she had an eating disorder. Fast forward seven years and you would almost not recognize her. At 130 lbs she had developed a well-toned body that had very sexy womanly curves and her C-cup bra was now beginning to spill over just the slightest bit. Coppery red hair fell just below her shoulders in gentle curls and her eyes would vacillate between shades of blue and gray. My description doesn't really matter, but I'm still tickled by the idea I was able to get paired up with her before we left our little pond or I wouldn't have had a chance.
Mike... Well, things didn't go as well for him. One failed relationship after another finally led him to a stable if a bit frigid engagement. We joked about dry spells, but he was working on one a few months in the making, which does not indicate an ideal sexual future with your soon-to-be wife.
Annie and I had moved away soon after high school but returned for two of our old friends who were marrying each other. Mike didn't go to the wedding, but we made arrangements to meet up with him at a bar after the reception. Annie was already a little tipsy from drinks at the wedding and decided she was going to torture Mike's blue balls by not changing out of the dress she had worn that day. She was a knockout with all the hair, makeup, perfume, and heels to seal a deal with anyone, and the low-cut neckline made for great scenery as she continued positioning herself to give shadowy hints of the treasures down her top throughout the night.
We were shooting pool and shooting the shit, and every time Mike went to make a shot Annie would bend over the pocket so all he could see was cleavage. She made every effort to brush up against him, bend over with her ass toward him as her hem rode up, and was getting more and more frisky with me at the table. Aggressive kissing, rubbing up on my lap with her ass, and sitting next to me working my crotch with her hand under the pub table.
I warned her that if she didn't stop I might not only have to do my best that night but I might tell her to cure Mike's blue balls as well; she just sucked on her straw, chin down and full eye contact, batting her eyelashes in false innocence. We hadn't discussed it before that night, but I was suddenly very eager to have her as the center of attention for both me and my friend and it seemed that Annie was very much looking forward to the chance herself.
We finished the game we were shooting and as Mike finished his drink he once again started complaining about how he wasn't getting any at home and was probably going to go home and jerk off. Annie shot me a look and I volunteered to drive Mike home; I hadn't been drinking, just observing. After I assured him I'd pick him up in the morning and take him back to his car he relented and climbed into the back seat - just before Annie jumped in beside him.
We had barely pulled out of the parking lot when Annie said something about being sorry for teasing him and that he didn't have to go home to jerk off. I watched in the rear view mirror as she reached over and started massaging his jeans, then pushed her shoulder straps down and hoisted her beautiful tits out of the top of her dress. Mike was stunned and didn't know how to respond, but after checking with me in the rear view mirror and seeing I wasn't stopping or complaining, he started squeezing her breasts and kissing her. That was the part I hadn't thought about and even as I flashed through jealousy, embarrassment, and anger I also started getting hard watching his mouth go from her lips to her nipple to her neck.
No way was I going to drive him straight back to his house at this point, especially after Annie unzipped his fly. They kissed a few more minutes while she slowly worked him in her hand, then I saw her head lowering in the mirror and an "Oh!" floated up from the back seat. Annie had always been good at giving head and loved to get a reaction, so she did every trick - licking balls to head, gentle tooth nibbling on the shaft, full deep throat until her nose disappeared against his stomach, then a powerful hollow-cheeked suck as her head came up. Annie can do a good BJ but when she is really worked up and seriously wants to be impressive, she is fucking impressive.
By now Mike was enjoying himself and worked a hand up under her dress. I could smell her excitement from a distance and she made the sexiest whimpers as his fingers worked the outside of her panties. Deciding to push a little further, I asked if he wanted to fuck her mouth or slam his dick into her. Annie exhibits many submissive qualities and likes a bit of humiliation - I wasn't sure myself whether my comment was intended to cause him to pop and get her more turned on or if I was actually serious, but the decision was made for me when she made a very wet slurping noise, taking her mouth off him just long enough to whimper out, "Yes! Please fuck me! I want you both to cum in me." At this point in our relationship she doesn't usually talk like that even when it's just us and we are horny; saying that in front of a third party, I think she was probably game for anything at that moment.
I stopped at a motel and went in to get a room while they stayed in the car. I pulled us around to the room door and they straightened up just enough to get from the car to the room. As soon as the door was closed, Mike turned to me and said, "You're in control, man."
"Annie: I want you to strip for us, slowly. Dress first. Yes, that's good. Are your panties wet? Show me, little slut. Rub yourself through your panties for me." Annie stood in heels, hose, red lace bra and matching panties not three feet in front of us doing as she was told, plucking at her nipples under her bra with her left hand while grinding her right hand into her aching mound. "Yes, that's good. Are you going to be a good slut tonight? Are you going to fuck us with that little slut pussy? Show us those tits. Squeeze and pull on your nipples." She moaned her assent, loving it when I called her slut and especially while being put on display. She briefly dropped both hands down, pushing her soaked panties onto her clit while her other hand dipped beneath the fabric to insert a finger, but they both shot quickly back up to unfasten her bra and throw it off to a corner of the room.
She squeezed her breasts hard, taking turns pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger before once again squeezing her whole breast while her other hand gripped and twisted her other nipple. She has the tight, quarter-sized areola and pencil eraser-sized nipples of a young woman and to this day they are the same. They were never overly sensitive but she was so aroused now that they stood firm and erect as I had ever seen them. And somehow she still managed eye contact with me, proud but meek, submissive but defiant, lustful and craving to be treated like a base, rutting animal ready to fuck anyone any way I told her. She was a goddess of sex awaiting instruction.