This story, like all my stories, is loosely based on a true story from my past, with names and details changed for obvious reasons.
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"I'm just saying if you can't even blow your boyfriend on his freaking birthday don't be mad at the other girl when he cheats!" Most of the girls laughed, though Mindy looked a bit uncomfortable. We were playing truth or dare, and someone asked if it was true I had hooked up with this guy Jon back when he was dating our friend Nancy.
"Every man deserves a blowjob from his girl on his birthday." Darrell agreed. Darrell was my friend Mindy's uncle, and he was drunk. We all were. Mindy, myself, and several other girls had come out to Darrell and Janet's place for spring break. They had a big house on the beach, and it wasn't most of our first years coming out.
Janet and Darrell were super cool people to host us all. More girls came this time than the year before. Some girls were doubled up on beds. I was sleeping on a couch for the week, because I didn't mind, and I had this fantasy of Darrell coming out of his room... plus I was bi, and I didn't trust myself to keep that a secret sharing a bed while drunk.
Janet nearly spat out her own drink. "Darrell I swear to god!" Laughing and shaking her head she stood up from us and walked up towards the house, red in the cheeks. I thought it was cute af.
"Can we not talk about blowjobs in front of my aunt and uncle?" Mindy asked, super serious. Then her straight face broke and she fell over laughing with us.
"Why did Janet look so mad?" Sara asked. I didn't think Janet had looked mad at all, I thought she had laughed?
"Well," Darrell said, "Lets just say I haven't gotten that kind of birthday present in like six years."
"OMG." Mindy said, covering her years and giggling.
"You should hit up Rachel sometime, Mr D. She's a total slut for sob stories like that." Sara made a motion towards her mouth like she was sucking someone off. Why did Sara hate me so much? Always taking jabs at me. Making me defensive. I know she was friends with Nancy, but come on, that had been forever ago.
I almost threw a handful of sand at her, but deciding that was too mean I jumped up and poured a few drops of my Sex on the Beach on her instead. Sara stumbled to her feet in a rush, and I was already running down the beach to get away from her, giggling as I ran. "Get back here slut!" she yelled.
The night moved on in a blur, like all the nights and Darrell and Janets. We played maybe ten seconds of drunk volleyball. Moved in and out of their amazing house. We were all in swimwear, so popping in and out of their hot tub and running down to the beach was a constant thing. Janet came and went, having trouble keeping up with us all night three nights in a row. Janet was the first to crash that night, followed almost immediately by Sara, but most of us were pros when it came to all nighters. I was glad Sara turned in, it meant I could relax a bit more than usual.
Darrell was the only man present, and took it on himself to man the bar. Mostly he served us from the outside bar, but occasionally he would need to run inside and restock.
Darrell was just... cool. Not just for keeping my glass always full. It takes a special kind of guy to be around that many half naked college students and not seem lecherous. But there was nothing creepy or awkward about him. Which of course made him that much hotter. He wasn't too out of shape, you could tell he used to work out heavily, but he has the kind of Margaritaville dad bod you would expect from someone his age.
The house had a no boys policy. We could drink all we wanted and party all night and all week, even go out to clubs, we just couldn't bring boys back to the house. Which again, made Darrell hotter by default. A girl can only go so long without male attention after all. It's unhealthy.
I wasn't the only girl that would fuck Darrell, others had said as much. Even Sara.
Not me though. I mean, I would, I just would never admit who I'm into to others.
Anyway, I was in the kitchen, only vaguely aware that someone was coming in from the deck, my head in the fridge, bent at the waist like the bad girl I am, when I felt two large masculine hands grab onto my big Latin ass from behind. I froze in shock, and contemplated for a moment turning and smacking him (the only man it could be), but I had no problem with Darrell so went back to deciding what I wanted in the fridge. Ohhhh pineapple.
Realizing I wasn't protesting Darrell readjusted his hands and gave my ass a more thorough squeeze before I popped up with my prize, diced pineapple bits. "I did that expecting a quick smack for the trouble." Darrell said as I spun and sat the tray down on the island. Leaning over the island, facing him, I opened the box and pulled out a piece of pineapple.
I shrugged. "You let us stay in this awesome house for free all week and barely charge us for the booze, I'm not going to bitch if you cop a minor feel." I gave him a flirty look.
"Well as tempting as that is to take advantage of, Mindy and Janet would rip my balls off if I made a habit of it, outside a casual pat."
I laughed. "Oh that's what that was. It sure felt like a full on ass groping."