We met Julia about 8 years ago. She was your typical piss head, first into the pub and the last to leave. She was a fine looking woman and, at 26 years old, she could cut it with the best of them. She stood almost 6 feet tall, as skinny as a rake, with a small pair of perfectly round tits.
Julia was always in our local pub and six of us got friendly with her. We would get her pissed and then take turns trying to get her tits out. By the end of the night, she would leave the pub with swollen nipples and a sopping wet pussy. It was a kind of unspoken rule that no one took it any further.
This all ended when Julia was hitched to a local store manager, who new nothing of her murky past.
I had forgotten all about Julia until one night when a few of the guys and I were out clubbing. I had become separated from the guys when I suddenly saw her at the bar. Thinking that this was an opportunity too good to miss, I slid up to her, cupped her ass and managed to get part of my thumb in her asshole before she screamed blue murder. She turned and smacked my hand away. Recognition crept up her face and she must have thought, “You bastard, I remember you.”
Anyway, to cut a long story short, she told her husband that I had assaulted her, so he and the bouncers proceeded to give me a good kicking.
It was not until the following Christmas that I had my sweet revenge. My phone rang at one in the morning. It was my little sister, Katie, saying she had had too much to drink and had to leave her car at the club and could I give her a lift home. I got dressed and drove the five miles to pick her up.
