One week prior to the day I was acquainted with Suzanne, I met and fucked Frankie. That story will be told in due time, but sometimes it's fun to start in the middle and work to either end. But these were the facts as far as I knew them...
1. Frankie likes to fuck.
2. Frankie likes my dick.
3. Frankie likes talking about how much she likes to fuck dicks like mine to her friends.
4. Frankie is friends with Suzanne.
Prior to meeting Frankie, I didn't really know Suzanne. She was friends of friends, and one of those people who was just always there. We had probably made idle chit chat in the past, but nothing stuck. She seemed to have sort of an air of superiority about her. Like she didn't really need to be talking to me, she just was because I was there, and I can hold a conversation.
I've met people like Suzanne before. They don't bother me. But they are a constant reminder that while I may think that I'm a swell guy, the majority of people aren't really into me. Obviously, I wish that every girl that I met was instantly infatuated with me and wanted nothing more than to tear the clothes from my body. Sadly this is not the case, but Suzanne made me acutely aware of this. Not so much by her action, but by her inaction.
So when she came up to me with a smile on her face and said, "Hi there," I was immediately taken aback. I tried to hide this, but I'm sure I wasn't fooling anybody.
"Hey, how's it going?"
"Good. Frankie said I had to try you."
"Frankie said what?"
"She said you're a lot of fun and I have to try you out."
"Hah, okay, sure."
At the time, my mind was reeling from our brief conversation, but given time to think about it, several questions came to mind. Who the hell are these people? What have I gotten myself involved with? Is there some kind of super-evolved society where people fuck without the all the pretense that is normally associated with these arrangements? If so, how do I join, and if not, see question two.
This also made me realize that I had to immediately start thinking of Suzanne in a sexual manner. There are people in the world that will always do it for you. No matter how unattainable they may be, or how much disinterest they've expressed, certain people will be desired.
Suzanne is not one of these people for me.
It's not that she wasn't attractive. The best adjective I could use to describe her would be womanly. Soft skin, medium-long black hair, taller than average, and very decent breasts. However I wondered, would someone who I had previously written off in my mind as "not interested" suddenly be able to interest me?
Unsurprisingly yes. I am, if anything, predictable. As well as young, stupid and horny. So when Suzanne reached for my cock, it immediately started to stiff in her hand. She ran her fingers up and down the length of it. She held it in her hand and felt its weight, almost like she was measuring me up without even seeing it.
Meanwhile, I wasn't exactly sure how to react. She didn't ask if I wanted her, she told me we should fuck. Plain and simple. And while part of my brain is thinking this is the hottest thing ever, to be a boy toy passed between women, another part of me didn't know what I should be doing. She was clearly busy playing with my cock, but kissing her didn't seem appropriate. But I knew I liked her skin. Soft, pale, and cool to the touch. I nuzzled into her shoulder, and ran my hands up under her sweater. If she was going to feel what I had in store, I wanted to do the same.
My cock was rapidly stiffening as she traced circles around it. Her blouse came off, and bra next. Like the rest of her skin, Suzanne's breasts were remarkably soft. Her nipples pointed out at me as if they were hard, but like the rest of her skin, they weren't. I played with them in my hand, and rubbed them between my fingers.
My pants hit the floor, and Suzanne starts stroking my cock. She put her hand at the base, and rotated her wrist ninety degrees clockwise as her hand travelled the length of my shaft. Then on the way back down, she went counterclockwise. Clearly Suzanne knew exactly what she was doing. Her hands were skilled and smooth. There were no wasted movements, or accidental brushes of fingernails. She was a slut. And I was really into it.
So much so that pre cum started to leak out of my cock as she stroked it. Her eyes were fixated downward, watching her hand work me over. I quickly undid her pants, and dropped her panties. She didn't even glance up at me, just simple walked out of her jeans as she continued to stare at my cock. Suzanne went with the unshaven look, which was fine with me. She was also sopping wet, which was a nice treat too. Judging from what she was doing to me as well as the state of her pussy, I put four fingers up inside her. She cooed. I almost melted. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to fuck her.
I took my hand that wasn't deep inside her and pushed her back on to a chair. She gripped my cock. Hard. I curled my fingers inside her cunt. She cooed again. I pushed her back against the chair, and fumbled through my wallet for a condom. It always takes too long to find one, even if it's only a few seconds. I slip it on, and slip into Suzanne. All the way, on the first stroke. No warning necessary, this slut clearly likes to be filled. I bang against her cervix, and Suzanne lets out a deep "Ohhhhh."
She leaned back and wrapped her arms around me. "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Still she looked down at my cock as I thrust in and out of her. Sounds of sloppy, wet fucking, the slapping of skin join her chorus of "Ohhhs". Suzanne lets out a long "Ohhhh," and cums. I know this because I can hear it gush onto the floor, which brings me that much closer to my own impending orgasm.
We continue to fuck. Her grip around my back tightens, and I can feel her pussy spasm on my cock. She cums again. Loud "Ohhhhs". I know that I don't have much longer left, so I unleash everything I have into the next few seconds. My back arches. My hips start to buck wildly. The chair she's half sitting in bangs against the wall and rattles the window.
Suzanne holds me tighter and closes her eyes.
I explode. My orgasm is righteous and fulfilling. She looks sated, and holds me for a minute longer.
"Thank you."
And with that, she pulls up her pants, finds the rest of her discarded clothing and politely leaves. I'm still sort of in disbelief, but am far from complaining.
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