I had just hung up the phone with my girlfriend Sarah, when my boss said I could leave early. He knew we were going to the concert tonight and said he didn't want to listen to complain about being late. In reality, he was being a nice guy for once, but I didn't let on that I knew it. Now I'd have time to meet Sarah and her friends for some tailgating before the show.
I had planned to stop by my brother's apartment to pick up a couple joints for tonight, but when I thought I was working late, she agreed to go and I'd meet her later. As I walked to my car I had to wonder if this was a good idea. Two weeks ago I had left Sarah sunbathing by my pool when I went to work. My brother Randy showed up and started messing with her. Neither of them knew I was watching from the window as Randy peeled off her suit and fucked her right there on the pool deck. While driving to Randy's, I didn't know if I was hoping to stop a repeat performance, or see one.
By the time I turned onto Randy's street, I had decided to just see what happens. Sarah had always been my favorite fantasy, even before we were dating. She had long, black hair and sweet brown eyes. She had a runner's body, thin and athletic, without being too muscular. Strong and lean, at 18 her breasts were still firm and ripe, and her legs were long and gorgeous. I still daydream of her getting ravaged in all sorts of scenarios. My current obsession is thinking of her getting caught shoplifting and taken in the back for a strip search. Tonight, I was planning to be the one bending her over a desk in my stockroom.
I parked a few houses down from Randy's building just as Sarah got out of her Jeep. She wore a white linen sleeveless top that buttoned down the front. I knew the one, it took three buttons to get it open. Her denim mini-skirt and cowgirl boots were perfect for the Jason Aldean concert we were heading to. She wore her hair in one long braid down the back. God, she looked good as she danced across the street between the cars and through the door in the rehabbed brick building where Randy lived.
Randy had an open loft-style apartment, although it was in the basement. It was basically one big room, with a kitchen at one end, bed and couches spread around. Concrete floors with various rugs in the living areas. As I walked toward it, my lesser instincts got the best of me and I turned into the alley on the side. There was a dumpster and a few wood crates, but not much else there. There was however, a window into his apartment. With the glazing on the old glass, the angles and the fact that the alley was dark, and the apartment was lit up, meant it was impossible to see out, but easy to see in. Randy could care less, since there were no other windows facing the alley. I pulled up a crate behind the dumpster.
Randy and Sarah sat on opposite sides of his kitchen table. To my surprise, there were two others sitting there also. I took me a moment to recognize the guy with his back to me. It was Johnny Rotten. At least that's what people called him. Friends with my brother, even Randy often kept him at a distance due to the hair trigger of his temper. I did my best to stay the hell away from him.
The fourth was Denny, like me a newly graduated Senior. Denny was the school's supplier of weed, usually provided by Randy and Rotten. He was a typical stoner dirtbag and had a reputation for cutting deals with the girls in school who wanted to get high. For a few bucks, guys in school could view his photo album of their topless classmates. I had gladly paid him myself. It was well worth it. Kathy, a tall skinny blonde with her small tits out, kneeling on his bed, her hands pulling at the open snap of her shorts. Carol and Cindy, both topless and making out, pressing their tits together. There was Miss Evers, a 25 yr-old teacher at the school. She lay back on his bed with the top of her dress pulled off her shoulders. Her bra was opened in the front with her beautiful breasts on display. The bottom of her dress was pushed up her legs, exposing most of her thighs but, hiding her secrets. However, a pair of red panties was wrapped around one ankle. Incredible. And then there was Sarah.
From where I was in the alley, no one could see me and I could look down into my brother's apartment. His bed was directly under the window with a couch and TV off the foot board. To the right was the table where my Sarah sat with Denny, Randy and Rotten clockwise around the table. A joint was passed counter clockwise and they all seemed to be talking about Sarah. Hands were waving and she was laughing and shaking her head, "No." As the joint reached Rotten, he stood up and stepped behind Sarah. He flipped the joint backward in his mouth and pulled her braid, forcing her head back to face him. Moving right down close to her he blew a shotgun hit into her open lips. Tossing the joint onto the table, he took her chin in his free hand and planted a kiss on those lips until a cloud of smoke surrounded both their heads. As the smoke cleared, I saw his hand was down her shirt now squeezing her tits.
Sarah gripped his wrist with her hands but, could not move him away. Her face looked up at him pleadingly, and he deftly flicked open her top button. She reached up to hold her shirt closed but paused as he was talking to her. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but anything Rotten says sounds very intimidating. She looked at Randy for help, before her hair was pulled back again forcing her to look straight up at him. She delicately unbuttoned the front of her shirt. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders and the boys took in the view of her beautiful braless tits. So,did I. Sarah lowered her arms and let her blouse fall to the chair behind her. Rotten rolled her nipples between his fingers and planted another long kiss on her upturned lips.
Randy just sat there smiling and Denny fidgeted excitedly in his chair. After a few long minutes of vigorous chest massage, Rotten lifted her out of her seat and stood her up facing him. Her hands were on his chest pushing uselessly at him. He spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table. Sarah swung her arms around trying to stop him, but he easily held her bare chest flat against the wood with one hand and flipped her skirt up with the other. From behind, I could see her long tan legs rising out of her boots all the way to her sweet ass covered only by a pair of silky white panties. She tried to push her skirt back down and then to push up from the table, but Denny reached out and grabbed her wrists. He pulled her arms out flat across the table. Helpless now, her panties were soon around her knees and Rotten was spanking her bare ass. I couldn't hear much, but I could hear each slap followed by her muffled cry.
