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Just thought you should know: I made this up - all of it. None of this ever happened that I know of, even though it would be really hot if it did. Also, I may continue on with the story, but I'll figure that out later. And please, for love of all that is sexy, don't steal this. I spent too much friggin' time on this for someone to get zealous with the copy and paste buttons. Onto the story, Julia out!
"Hey, you... in the green shirt with the tits," the girl with the brown, swirly hair said to me from a couple seats over at the bar. I looked around, confused. Bars weren't really my kind of place, being all loud and social, but I promised my friend, Abby, to drive her home once she was thoroughly intoxicated. Through her slightly slurred words I heard an Irish, no, an English accent.
"Me?" I asked.
"Yeah, you, come here," she beckoned at me. Getting a closer looks at her, I admired her body. She was wearing such a cute blue dress that showed off her clearly toned, milk-colored legs. She had a great body, not too thin, but she looked like she really took care of herself. Her breasts though... damn. Perky... b or c-cups, maybe? I realized I was staring and downcast my eyes to the ground, red-faced, as I shuffled awkwardly over to her. I sat next to her, and she leaned close to me, resting her hand on my upper thigh.
"I'm going to fuck you," she whispered sensually into my ear, and squeezing my leg, I considered the statement before facing her.
Shocked, but flattered and smiling, I said, "What makes you think that? You don't know who I am, let alone if I'm of legal age."
"We're in a bar, love. You must be at least twenty-one, unless, gasp! You're..." she leaned in to whisper sarcastically, "sporting a fake I.D!"
"Alright, you caught me," I said, sinking into the pleasures of overt flirting. "I'm twenty-one, just making the cut. Also, I'm Michelle. You are?"
"Lucy, and twenty-three, if it's important. I think we should leave" She was now rubbing her thumb in little circles on my inner thigh, and it was really turning me on. I felt a wave of pleasure flow over my lower stomach, and exhaled deeply. This girl was having such an effect on me, and for what?
I cupped the side of her face, and moved in to kiss her. Our lips met, and her softness flooded my mind. We continued to make out, slowly getting more intense, until I realized the bartender was looking at us, as were a couple other bar-goers, including Abby, who was sitting on some guy's lap.
"Hey, look who's sexin' it up!" Abby stood and walked in a wobbly line to us, slurring her sentence until she put her arm around my shoulder.
"I wasn't..."
"Yeah, she was," Lucy laughed.
"Ha! I knew it! You're my favorite little lesbian, you are," Abby said, hugging me. She was always the affectionate drinker.
Aw, Abbs, I think you've had enough to drink. You want me to drive you home now?" I said so with regret, knowing it might be over for Lucy and I, for tonight at least.
"Nah, I'm going home with my new fuckbuddy, Jonah." She pointed over at the guy whose lap she was sitting on, and he waved shyly from his seat.
"Haha, alright. You have fun!"
Abby kissed me on the cheek, and wobbled carefully back over to Jonah.
"Now how about we go back to my place, and I fuck you senseless?" I had nearly forgotten about my overwhelming horniness, but now I desperately wanted release.
"I'd love to," I said, and I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked out of the bar into the balmy June air.
We arrived at her apartment, which was a lovely second floor deal with a good amount of space. I couldn't help noticing the beautiful paintings on the wall.
"Damn it, Michelle," I thought silently. "Even when you're about to have sex with a gorgeous stranger, you still think about the most random stuff."
We got to her bedroom hand in hand, we kissed and caressed each other, her rubbing my ass over my jeans, and me slowly sliding down the straps of her blue dress. She pushed my shoulders back gently, and I fell back onto the bed. She straddled me with her legs, and I thought it was so fucking hot. I felt hot and wet between my legs. I loved being the submissive one sometimes.
Lucy sat on me, pinning my wrists to the bed and sucking and biting my neck below my ear. Her dress was bunched at her waist, so her panties rubbed on my leg. I sucked in sharply and bit my lip to suppress my noise.
She sat up suddenly, and before I could protest her absence, she lifted her dress over her breasts, then her shoulders, and flung her dress onto the floor without a second thought. Her breasts were creamy white, with pink nipples now standing out proudly. I was pretty damn sure they were "b"s, but that didn't matter one bit I wanted more than anything to lick and suck and feel them, but Lucy was too quick. She leaned over me and grabbed my wrists, pinning me, and her chest was just a few inches from me, but too far to do anything.
"Ah! So unfair!" I whined.
"I bet you want to touch them." She laughed with that beautiful laugh of hers. "No touchy just yet, babe."
I had goosebumps from being so close to them, yet so far. "Hey, you... in the green shirt with the tits," the girl with the brown, swirly hair said to me from a couple seats over at the bar. I looked around, confused. Bars weren't really my kind of place, being all loud and social, but I promised my friend, Abby, to drive her home once she was thoroughly intoxicated. Through her slightly slurred words I heard an Irish, no, an English accent.
"Me?" I asked.
"Yeah, you, come here," she beckoned at me. Getting a closer looks at her, I admired her body. She was wearing such a cute blue dress that showed off her clearly toned, milk-colored legs. She had a great body, not too thin, but she looked like she really took care of herself. Her breasts though... damn. Perky... b or c-cups, maybe? I realized I was staring and downcast my eyes to the ground, red-faced, as I shuffled awkwardly over to her. I sat next to her, and she leaned close to me, resting her hand on my upper thigh.
"I'm going to fuck you," she whispered sensually into my ear, and squeezing my leg, I considered the statement before facing her.
Shocked, but flattered and smiling, I said, "What makes you think that? You don't know who I am, let alone if I'm of legal age."
"We're in a bar, love. You must be at least twenty-one, unless, gasp! You're..." she leaned in to whisper sarcastically, "sporting a fake I.D!"
"Alright, you caught me," I said, sinking into the pleasures of overt flirting. "I'm twenty-one, just making the cut. Also, I'm Michelle. You are?"
"Lucy, and twenty-three, if it's important. I think we should leave" She was now rubbing her thumb in little circles on my inner thigh, and it was really turning me on. I felt a wave of pleasure flow over my lower stomach, and exhaled deeply. This girl was having such an effect on me, and for what?
I cupped the side of her face, and moved in to kiss her. Our lips met, and her softness flooded my mind. We continued to make out, slowly getting more intense, until I realized the bartender was looking at us, as were a couple other bar-goers, including Abby, who was sitting on some guy's lap.
"Hey, look who's sexin' it up!" Abby stood and walked in a wobbly line to us, slurring her sentence until she put her arm around my shoulder.
"I wasn't..." I protested weakly.
"Yeah, she was," Lucy laughed.
"Ha! I knew it! You're my favorite little lesbian, you are," Abby said, hugging me. She was always the affectionate drinker.
Aw, Abby, I think you've had enough to drink. You want me to drive you home now?" I said so with regret, knowing it might be over for Lucy and I, for tonight at least.
"Nah, I'm going home with my new fuckbuddy, Jonah." Abby pointed over at the guy whose lap she was sitting on, and he waved shyly from his seat.
"Haha, alright. You have fun!"
Abby kissed me on the cheek, and wobbled carefully back over to Jonah.
"Now how about we go back to my place, and I fuck you senseless?" I had nearly forgotten about my overwhelming horniness, but now I desperately wanted release.
"I'd love to," I said, and I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked out of the bar into the balmy June air.
We arrived at her apartment, which was a lovely second floor deal with a good amount of space. I couldn't help noticing the beautiful paintings on the wall.
"Damn it, Michelle," I thought silently. "Even when you're about to have sex with a gorgeous stranger, you still think about the most random stuff."
We got to her bedroom hand in hand, we kissed and caressed each other, her rubbing my ass over my jeans, and me slowly sliding down the straps of her blue dress. She pushed my shoulders back gently, and I fell back onto the bed. She straddled me with her legs, and I thought it was so fucking hot. I felt hot and wet between my legs. I loved being the submissive one sometimes.
Lucy sat on me, pinning my wrists to the bed and sucking and biting my neck below my ear. Her dress was bunched at her waist, so her panties rubbed on my leg.
She sat up suddenly, and before I could protest her absence, she lifted her dress over her breasts, then her shoulders, and flung her dress onto the floor without a second thought. Her breasts were creamy white, with pink nipples now standing out proudly. I was pretty damn sure they were "b"s, but that didn't matter one bit. I wanted more than anything to lick and suck and feel them, but Lucy was too quick. She leaned over me and grabbed my wrists, pinning me, and her chest was just a few inches from me, but too far to do anything.
"Ah! So unfair!" I whined.
"I bet you want to touch them." She laughed with that beautiful laugh of hers. "No touchy just yet, babe. I want you to beg for it."
I had goosebumps from being so close to them, yet so far. She kissed me quickly on the lips, then began to suck on my neck below my ear, then moved down to my right breast. I felt her smooth teeth graze my nipple, and her long hair tickled my sides. Her tongue swirled around my nipples, and they tingled hotly.
"Mmmhh, you are merciless," I said, breathily.
I felt her hand trail down my stomach, where she fiddled with my jeans button, and slid them down. She saw how wet I was through my tight black boyshorts.
"Damn, Michelle, your pussy is so wet," she said, sliding a finger over the wetness. I sucked in sharply and bit my lip to suppress my noise. My clit throbbed, betraying me, and I accidentally let out a breathy moan. This made her smile in a feeling of what looked like smug accomplishment. She moved to sit between my legs after taking off my boyshorts, while I was on my back, knees bent. She leaned down, hovering her open lips less than an inch from my open sex, and even her warm breath on it felt like fire. Then, she licked just the tip of my clit, so softly, and took it into her hot mouth. She was suckling on my clit, milking it, pausing to press her tongue just below it, causing me to buck and shiver trying to get myself as far into her mouth as I could. I was panting and whimpering through my teeth, weakly trying to stifle myself, but she plunged her whole tongue into me, and I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling back, and back arching. She was licking my clit with the flat of her tongue, and it felt like an itch being scratched turning into white hot pleasure. One more hard suck on my clit sent me over the edge, and everything began to pulse quickly. Wave after wave of the most incredible feeling radiating from my clit and pussy deep into my lower stomach. I couldn't focus on anything, and I just lied there, gasping for breath, waiting as the contractions slowed, and finally stopped.
"Fuck, Lucy," I sighed. She sat up and wiped her lip, when we kissed again, we melted into each other. She paused briefly to whisper into my ear.
"I told you I'd fuck you."
"Hey, you... in the green shirt with the tits," the girl with the brown, swirly hair said to me from a couple seats over at the bar. I looked around, confused. Bars weren't really my kind of place, being all loud and social, but I promised my friend, Abby, to drive her home once she was thoroughly intoxicated. Through her slightly slurred words I heard an Irish, no, an English accent.
"Me?" I asked.
"Yeah, you, come here," she beckoned at me. Getting a closer looks at her, I admired her body. She was wearing such a cute blue dress that showed off her clearly toned, milk-colored legs. She had a great body, not too thin, but she looked like she really took care of herself. Her breasts though... damn. Perky... b or c-cups, maybe? I realized I was staring and downcast my eyes to the ground, red-faced, as I shuffled awkwardly over to her. I sat next to her, and she leaned close to me, resting her hand on my upper thigh.
"I'm going to fuck you," she whispered sensually into my ear, and squeezing my leg, I considered the statement before facing her.
Shocked, but flattered and smiling, I said, "What makes you think that? You don't know who I am, let alone if I'm of legal age."
"We're in a bar, love. You must be at least twenty-one, unless, gasp! You're..." she leaned in to whisper sarcastically, "sporting a fake I.D!"
"Alright, you caught me," I said, sinking into the pleasures of overt flirting. "I'm twenty-one, just making the cut. Also, I'm Michelle. You are?"
"Lucy, and twenty-three, if it's important. I think we should leave" She was now rubbing her thumb in little circles on my inner thigh, and it was really turning me on. I felt a wave of pleasure flow over my lower stomach, and exhaled deeply. This girl was having such an effect on me, and for what?
I cupped the side of her face, and moved in to kiss her. Our lips met, and her softness flooded my mind. We continued to make out, slowly getting more intense, until I realized the bartender was looking at us, as were a couple other bar-goers, including Abby, who was sitting on some guy's lap.
"Hey, look who's sexin' it up!" Abby stood and walked in a wobbly line to us, slurring her sentence until she put her arm around my shoulder.
"I wasn't..."
"Yeah, she was," Lucy laughed.
"Ha! I knew it! You're my favorite little lesbian, you are," Abby said, hugging me. She was always the affectionate drinker.
Aw, Abbs, I think you've had enough to drink. You want me to drive you home now?" I said so with regret, knowing it might be over for Lucy and I, for tonight at least.
"Nah, I'm going home with my new fuckbuddy, Jonah." She pointed over at the guy whose lap she was sitting on, and he waved shyly from his seat.
"Haha, alright. You have fun!"
Abby kissed me on the cheek, and wobbled carefully back over to Jonah.
"Now how about we go back to my place, and I fuck you senseless?" I had nearly forgotten about my overwhelming horniness, but now I desperately wanted release.
"I'd love to," I said, and I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked out of the bar into the balmy June air.
We arrived at her apartment, which was a lovely second floor deal with a good amount of space. I couldn't help noticing the beautiful paintings on the wall.
"Damn it, Michelle," I thought silently. "Even when you're about to have sex with a gorgeous stranger, you still think about the most random stuff."
We got to her bedroom hand in hand, we kissed and caressed each other, her rubbing my ass over my jeans, and me slowly sliding down the straps of her blue dress. She pushed my shoulders back gently, and I fell back onto the bed. She straddled me with her legs, and I thought it was so fucking hot. I felt hot and wet between my legs. I loved being the submissive one sometimes.
Lucy sat on me, pinning my wrists to the bed and sucking and biting my neck below my ear. Her dress was bunched at her waist, so her panties rubbed on my leg. I sucked in sharply and bit my lip to suppress my noise.
She sat up suddenly, and before I could protest her absence, she lifted her dress over her breasts, then her shoulders, and flung her dress onto the floor without a second thought. Her breasts were creamy white, with pink nipples now standing out proudly. I was pretty damn sure they were "b"s, but that didn't matter one bit I wanted more than anything to lick and suck and feel them, but Lucy was too quick. She leaned over me and grabbed my wrists, pinning me, and her chest was just a few inches from me, but too far to do anything.
"Ah! So unfair!" I whined.
"I bet you want to touch them." She laughed with that beautiful laugh of hers. "No touchy just yet, babe."
I had goosebumps from being so close to them, yet so far. "Hey, you... in the green shirt with the tits," the girl with the brown, swirly hair said to me from a couple seats over at the bar. I looked around, confused. Bars weren't really my kind of place, being all loud and social, but I promised my friend, Abby, to drive her home once she was thoroughly intoxicated. Through her slightly slurred words I heard an Irish, no, an English accent.
"Me?" I asked.
"Yeah, you, come here," she beckoned at me. Getting a closer looks at her, I admired her body. She was wearing such a cute blue dress that showed off her clearly toned, milk-colored legs. She had a great body, not too thin, but she looked like she really took care of herself. Her breasts though... damn. Perky... b or c-cups, maybe? I realized I was staring and downcast my eyes to the ground, red-faced, as I shuffled awkwardly over to her. I sat next to her, and she leaned close to me, resting her hand on my upper thigh.
"I'm going to fuck you," she whispered sensually into my ear, and squeezing my leg, I considered the statement before facing her.
Shocked, but flattered and smiling, I said, "What makes you think that? You don't know who I am, let alone if I'm of legal age."
"We're in a bar, love. You must be at least twenty-one, unless, gasp! You're..." she leaned in to whisper sarcastically, "sporting a fake I.D!"
"Alright, you caught me," I said, sinking into the pleasures of overt flirting. "I'm twenty-one, just making the cut. Also, I'm Michelle. You are?"
"Lucy, and twenty-three, if it's important. I think we should leave" She was now rubbing her thumb in little circles on my inner thigh, and it was really turning me on. I felt a wave of pleasure flow over my lower stomach, and exhaled deeply. This girl was having such an effect on me, and for what?
I cupped the side of her face, and moved in to kiss her. Our lips met, and her softness flooded my mind. We continued to make out, slowly getting more intense, until I realized the bartender was looking at us, as were a couple other bar-goers, including Abby, who was sitting on some guy's lap.
"Hey, look who's sexin' it up!" Abby stood and walked in a wobbly line to us, slurring her sentence until she put her arm around my shoulder.
"I wasn't..." I protested weakly.
"Yeah, she was," Lucy laughed.
"Ha! I knew it! You're my favorite little lesbian, you are," Abby said, hugging me. She was always the affectionate drinker.
Aw, Abby, I think you've had enough to drink. You want me to drive you home now?" I said so with regret, knowing it might be over for Lucy and I, for tonight at least.
"Nah, I'm going home with my new fuckbuddy, Jonah." Abby pointed over at the guy whose lap she was sitting on, and he waved shyly from his seat.
"Haha, alright. You have fun!"
Abby kissed me on the cheek, and wobbled carefully back over to Jonah.
"Now how about we go back to my place, and I fuck you senseless?" I had nearly forgotten about my overwhelming horniness, but now I desperately wanted release.
"I'd love to," I said, and I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked out of the bar into the balmy June air.
We arrived at her apartment, which was a lovely second floor deal with a good amount of space. I couldn't help noticing the beautiful paintings on the wall.
"Damn it, Michelle," I thought silently. "Even when you're about to have sex with a gorgeous stranger, you still think about the most random stuff."
We got to her bedroom hand in hand, we kissed and caressed each other, her rubbing my ass over my jeans, and me slowly sliding down the straps of her blue dress. She pushed my shoulders back gently, and I fell back onto the bed. She straddled me with her legs, and I thought it was so fucking hot. I felt hot and wet between my legs. I loved being the submissive one sometimes.
Lucy sat on me, pinning my wrists to the bed and sucking and biting my neck below my ear. Her dress was bunched at her waist, so her panties rubbed on my leg.
She sat up suddenly, and before I could protest her absence, she lifted her dress over her breasts, then her shoulders, and flung her dress onto the floor without a second thought. Her breasts were creamy white, with pink nipples now standing out proudly. I was pretty damn sure they were "b"s, but that didn't matter one bit. I wanted more than anything to lick and suck and feel them, but Lucy was too quick. She leaned over me and grabbed my wrists, pinning me, and her chest was just a few inches from me, but too far to do anything.
"Ah! So unfair!" I whined.
"I bet you want to touch them." She laughed with that beautiful laugh of hers. "No touchy just yet, babe. I want you to beg for it."
I had goosebumps from being so close to them, yet so far. She kissed me quickly on the lips, then began to suck on my neck below my ear, then moved down to my right breast. I felt her smooth teeth graze my nipple, and her long hair tickled my sides. Her tongue swirled around my nipples, and they tingled hotly.
"Mmmhh, you are merciless," I said, breathily.
I felt her hand trail down my stomach, where she fiddled with my jeans button, and slid them down. She saw how wet I was through my tight black boyshorts.
"Damn, Michelle, your pussy is so wet," she said, sliding a finger over the wetness. I sucked in sharply and bit my lip to suppress my noise. My clit throbbed, betraying me, and I accidentally let out a breathy moan. This made her smile in a feeling of what looked like smug accomplishment. She moved to sit between my legs after taking off my boyshorts, while I was on my back, knees bent. She leaned down, hovering her open lips less than an inch from my open sex, and even her warm breath on it felt like fire. Then, she licked just the tip of my clit, so softly, and took it into her hot mouth. She was suckling on my clit, milking it, pausing to press her tongue just below it, causing me to buck and shiver trying to get myself as far into her mouth as I could. I was panting and whimpering through my teeth, weakly trying to stifle myself, but she plunged her whole tongue into me, and I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling back, and back arching. She was licking my clit with the flat of her tongue, and it felt like an itch being scratched turning into white hot pleasure. One more hard suck on my clit sent me over the edge, and everything began to pulse quickly. Wave after wave of the most incredible feeling radiating from my clit and pussy deep into my lower stomach. I couldn't focus on anything, and I just lied there, gasping for breath, waiting as the contractions slowed, and finally stopped.
"Fuck, Lucy," I sighed. She sat up and wiped her lip, when we kissed again, we melted into each other. She paused briefly to whisper into my ear.
"I told you I'd fuck you."
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