It began as a normal Friday night out. Me and the boys met round Paul's house and started drinking early. By the time we made it into town, we were all a bit the worse for wear. It wasn't long before Paul pulled his cock out in a crowded bar and though you tried not to look it was hard not to. The man was hung like the proverbial horse and even flaccid his manhood was the size of most men's erect -- mine included.
Needless to say, Paul's antics resulted in us being asked to leave that particular establishment and we found ourselves breathing in the cool evening air whilst wandering down a busy street with all the other drunken revellers.
In front of us was a group of girls, their arms linked helping each other to walk after what had clearly been a marathon session. Like most girls of their age, they seemed impervious to the cold and their short skirts revealed far more leg than I expect their parents were comfortable with. Their top halves were not covered much either, and they must have been wearing push up bras or something given how tightly their cleavages were pressed together.
One of their number, a petite blond wearing an especially short skirt, broke off from the main group and crossed the street: not bothering to check properly whether any cars were coming. Her friends shouted after her and without saying anything, perhaps because she was too embarrassed, she crossed her legs and pointed to a dark alley -- no doubt communicating that she needed to relieve herself. Her friends didn't bother waiting and carried on weaving their way up the street.
Paul, who had a sixth sense for this type of thing, was onto it in a flash and grabbing my arm he pulled me across the street to spy on the poor girl in question. Our friends didn't even notice us leave and carried on to the next agreed pub.
Paul predictably took the lead and crept up to the entrance of the alleyway, slowly peeping his head around the corner. He turned and raised his eyebrows then beckoned urgently for me to join him. Feeling a little guilty, I advanced and took a look for myself. The girl had pulled her skirt up and her knickers down. She was squatting down unsteadily on her high heals and, as we watched, a veritable torrent flowed from her: testament to the amount of drink she'd consumed that night.
She let out a relieved sigh and I must admit I was turned on by the scene in front of me. She wasn't the most beautiful girl in the World but she wasn't bad and if anything her imperfections made her more desirable. She had her back to us, and from my vantage point I could see her buttocks beneath her bunched up skirt, taut and slightly spread on account of her legs being wide open so she could urinate without splashing herself.
As the stream became a trickle she lost her balance and fell backwards, splashing her knickers with what was left of her own piss. Paul couldn't help himself and laughed, alerting the girl to our presence.
"Fucking perverts," she cried out, quickly removing her sodden knickers though that proved quite difficult because of the length of her heals.
"You shouldn't piss in public unless you want an audience," said Paul to the girl, as she got to her feet, pulled her skirt back down and turned to confront us.
She pushed Paul in the chest and stared at him with her little hands on her hips. She was much more attractive than I'd originally thought. Sparkling blue eyes, a cute little pixie nose and a small sensuous mouth with lipstick smeared across her lips. She was also far more intoxicated than I'd realised and swayed from side to side as she fought to stay on her feet.
She looked at me for the first time and I smiled apologetically. She smiled back and I thought I sensed a connection between us. I might not be as well hung as Paul but I'm better looking and much nicer. Perhaps sensing that she was starting to show more interest in me, Paul approached the girl and put his hands around her, cupping her buttocks and rubbing them together. The girl fought for a moment and then looked up at Paul with a mixture of surprise, anger and perhaps a little desire on her face.
"I'm sorry," said Paul, "it's just that you're so sexy. We couldn't help having a peek."
"He's a piece of work your mate isn't he?" said the girl, looking at me and shaking her head which seemed to unbalance her even more.
"So what do you say?" asked Paul, a wicked look suddenly appearing on his face.
"What do I say to what?" replied the girl.
"Will you let us fuck you?" said Paul and pulled the girl closer to him so that his crotch pressed against her soft belly, exposed because of the cropped top she was wearing.
A look of shock came over the girl's face, though I couldn't tell if it was because of what Paul had said or if she could feel the size of his cock through his trousers.
"Dream on," said the girl, though she made no effort to remove herself from my friend's tight embrace.
"Have you got any condoms?" Paul asked me. "I used up all mine last night."
I shook my head and looked at the girl, who smiled and shook her head as if to say it wasn't going to happen.
