I don't own any of the characters of Desperate Housewives. They belong to Marc Cherry. I'm only borrowing them...
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"Hilarious," Bree van de Kamp gave a delicate laugh and let her fingers move to the young man's arm at the table beside her, positioning them casually just above his wrist and stroking gently through the soft dark hair that covered the young man's arm. Jake grinned, obviously pleased with the reaction that his tale had got. Bree smiled back, encouraging him in that belief; whilst she hadn't found it funny, it was a little coarse for her tastes, she could see why a nineteen year old college freshman would find a tale about burping in the middle of presenting a class paper amusing.
"Tell 'em about the time you found yourself locked out with just a towel, that's a hoot," Gavin said. He was as good-looking as his college buddy, but blonde rather than dark, with an earring in his ear and like Jake his hair was fluffed in what Bree thought was a stylish cut if you were eighteen. His arm was round the waist of her friend, Susan Mayer, and the brunette Milf was making no effort to dislodge it.
"If you want to hear a funny story, it's got to be that time we went to this party at this frat house and Jakie got so drunk he agreed to down this chilli powder mixed with beer;" said the final member of the trio, Ford. He was a touch smaller than his buddies who hit six foot, whilst he missed it by two or three inches, but he was broader and even more muscular, his chest and arms seeming to ripple under his tight T-shirt. Gabrielle Solis had made straight for him and her seat was so close to him she was almost on his knee, her arm lightly resting round his shoulder and her fingers stroking at a rough cheek. Ford grinned again, "The result wasn't pretty - from either end. The man's an animal."
Bree hoped that he'd tell the first story; it seemed a little less disturbing. Actually she hoped he wouldn't tell either story and instead would talk a little about his Major and his plans for the future, but she guessed she wouldn't have such luck. Instead she turned to him, putting on her most charming smile and said, "Go on tell. Let's hear..."
Her hand stroked at his arm again as he began to talk; she didn't really listen, going into autopilot and concentrating on looking both attractive and available. She thought Gabby and Susan were doing the same, smiling and laughing, touching the guys attentively and looking at them admiringly. The guys continued being young college guys, brash, boastful, never boring, but not sophisticated or charming or smart either. But then if Bree wasn't caring about the first three attributes, neither she nor her friends were particularly looking for the final three either. The women were all looking for young hard cock for no strings fucking and for that the three college guys were the jackpot; youthful, good-looking and with sports physiques.
It had been Susan who suggested it, her daughter was going to her ex-husband's for the weekend, and that reminded Susan that her ex's new wife was blonde with tits like mountains and legs so long that they seemed to go up her to her armpits. Susan's way of coping with this was to go out and get laid; last time she'd done it she'd invited Bree to join her in the quest for cock, reasoning her friend needed a good fucking as much as she did. She had been right, Bree was forced to admit, the casual no-strings banging leaving her reinvigorated and with a refound zest the next morning, despite her lack of sleep. Even a couple of weeks later Bree had felt her pussy tingling whenever she remembered the big dong pounding into her wet hole, and as she lay in bed at night she found herself reminiscing a lot. Unlike last time she had needed no persuasion when Susan had suggested it.
They were talking at one of their weekly poker games about where to go, what bars had the right mix of quality drinks, cheap prices, good-looking guys and lack of single attractive women, when Gabby said she knew some places. Unlike Bree and Susan Gabrielle Solis was not single, but her relationship with her husband was strained and even if it wasn't the ex-model had a reputation as a good time girl. As Carlos Solis was away a conference and wouldn't be back until way past midnight and on the theory it would be as easy to pick up three hunky studs as two Gabby had been added to the night-out.
Jake finished his story, which hadn't seemed at all amusing to Bree, but she took a quick glance at his flat chest, then his firm thighs and what seemed to be a lump in between and laughed; her friends smiling and giggling and pretending that Jake was a great raconteur. Ford picked up his beer glass and drained the remaining quarter in a couple of chugs. He put it down heavily on the table, "Another? You want some more wine Gabby? Bree? Susan?"
The glass in front of Bree was still half-full and neither Gabby or Susan was much further advanced. The guys could probably easily fit in another beer before the Milfs had finished. The redhead gave a quick glance to her friends, they gave small nods as she flicked her eyes towards the door, thinking what she was, that another round would just mean more stories of Ford skipping a taxi bill or Gavin waking up in a empty doorway. The Milf shook her head and made to stand up, "We better be going."
"Oh," said Jake, obviously disappointed and surprised, as it was early and he thought it had being going well.
Bree straightened up and waited for her friends to disengage themselves, before looking back down at the guys, a teasing smile crossing her face, as she said, "We're only a short cab ride away, do you want to come back and have a few drinks?"
The three men looked at each other, grinning and then back up to the sexy Milfs, "Fuck yeah," they said.
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Gabby Solis giggled as she stood waiting for Bree to open the front door; her friend seemed to be having trouble finding the key in the dark and getting it to successful enter the lock. It was amusing to see that even Miss Perfect could forget to leave on a porch light before going out for the evening, made even more entertaining my the fact that Gabby had drunk just enough that the level for funny had slipped a couple of notches. Neither of those reasons were why she giggled, more that Ford, the good looking stud she had picked had squeezed her ass with all the subtlety of a drunken sailor in a whorehouse. Not that Gabby minded, if she wanted subtlety she'd have hired a silver haired escort not picked up a college kid from a bar. "Easy Tiger," she giggled, "Wait until we're inside."
