"Hey, where's your girlfriend?"
The question was a simple one. My girlfriend had decided to not see me again, after eight months of what seemed to be a fairly well-working relationship. Where had it failed? Well, in her opinion I had a fixation on perverse fetishes. But I'll get to that later.
The person who had asked that question was Christine. A busty brunette girl, sporting a face which was rather plain, but with the amount of make-up she was wearing she looked quite pretty...in a slutty kinda way. I knew her from university. We had been on the same course, and sometime during the semester, she had asked if I'd be up for a drink. I had declined that offer, thinking I wouldn't want to endanger my relationship by seeing a girl who was obviously interested in me.
Now, that same girl I had turned down was there at the same party I was at. A friend's party, which had soon become something of a public happening, the apartment now filled with about a hundred people. Quite a lot for a small one bedroom affair. Let's return to Christine.
She was standing there in front of me, her long brown hair nicely framing that face which was plastered with make-up. A tube-top which was definitely two sizes too small, of course leaving her tummy out in the cold, a very short black skirt which clung tightly to her nicely shaped hips and black boots which almost came up to her knees. In my eyes, she looked like a perfect fuck-me slut. Someone who is so obviously out for some prey, you don't even know if she'd want to know your name. As a matter of fact, girls who dressed like that had always turned me on. And as another matter of that fact, Christine already knew my name. So there was a win-win situation.
"Well, Christine, my girlfriend is not going to go with me anyplace ever again." I said, looking at her coolly. She smiled. She looked actually very cute when she smiled that way.
"So, can we have a drink then?" she asked, looking cute again, and a bit mischievous too. That was a good time for her to ask me that, because I really wanted a drink, and since I hadn't fucked for a week and a half I was ready to try my luck again.
I answered in the affirmative, which led Christine to grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the kitchen. It was more than packed, but with her cute smile and a skirt which almost rode up to expose her full ass, the guys quickly moved away. Reaching the fridge, Christine pulled it open and handed me a beer, taking one herself.
"Cheers!" she said, opening the can and downing about half of it in one swig. Ok, she was definitely on the hunt.
"So...nice that we finally have that drink...see, I've always thought you're hot...and I still do!" Christine said to me. She was standing right in front of me, her big tits pressed into me, her breath against my ear, since the room was so packed. I wasn't exactly proud of it, but I felt a familiar stirring in my loins and hoped Christine wouldn't notice...well, not just yet.
"I always thought you're hot too!" I said, being not quite the creative one, but honest. I had liked her...she seemed bright and very open...something I really need and want in a girl.
Christine smiled at me, and it felt as if she had moved even more towards me...there was barely any air between us now. Christine and I had small-talk in that kitchen for the next half-hour...I found out that she was the same age I was (23), that her taste in music was quite similar to mine, except for some shitty pseudo punk-bands I hated and she loved. We had just downed our third beer when suddenly a pretty blonde tapped Christine's shoulder.
She turned around.
"Oh, hey Shirley....that's Kevin...he was in one of my courses, and I think he's really cute!" The last part was whispered, but just so loud that I could hear it. I smiled.
"Kevin...that's Shirley...she's my younger sister" Christine said. Wow, a sister. She didn't look like her at all...different facial structures...as I quickly scanned the rest of her body, I started seeing similarities....the same big breast, the same sort of hips...wide, but not fat. And the same taste in clothes. Not a tube top, but one of these silky kinds, where the back is left all free, just a number of straps holding everything in place. With Shirley, those straps had a lot to do...her cleavage was quite fantastic.
"Her sister...well, nice to meet you...when am I going to meet the parents?" I said.
"Haha....you're a smart-ass!" Christine said, punching my shoulder jokingly.
"So...Christine, wanna go dancing?" Shirley asked her sister. Christine looked at me...I just nodded. I wasn't that much of a dancer, but in an apartment that packed, you wouldn't need an impressive array of moves to get it on with a girl.
We moved to the livingroom again, where they DJ or whoever had put on the record, had decided it was time for hip-hop. People were acting as if they were all a bunch of gangsta's from the hood, lip-syncing to the lyrics and looking ridiculous. But the good thing was that the girls were dancing like they were trying to dislocate their hips. Asses were grinding against crotches...it looked like a dry-hump festival.
Christine, Shirley and I jumped in and soon Christine was grinding her ass against me...my hard-on would have been obvious to everyone,it sure was obvious to Christine. Of course, she had what she wanted...when she turned around, she just kissed me. Her mouth was warm, I loved her soft lips and her playful tongue battled with mine. It was heaven.
When she pulled away, she whispered into my ear:
"There's more to come later if you behave!"
Fuck...she really knew how to turn on a guy.
We kept dancing for a few minutes, until I suddenly felt someone behind me, grinding against me. I looked over my shoulder, and there was Shirley...she smiled at Christine, who winked at her.
"We share everything!" she whispered in my ear.
Once again: Fuck!
The grinding from both sides was making me crazy...two beautiful bodies pressed against mine...I didn't even know what I had done to deserve that. Maybe it was the fact that I had always been so faithful...today, I was getting everything I had turned down over the years.
