O Brother, Where Art Thou?: A Strange Night of Fucking [MF]

***Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.***

Jason walked over and handed me another beer. I was three drinks deep and starting to feel a nice steady buzz. We were at a bar we frequented on Friday nights. It was the kind of place that felt like a neighborhood bar, but still drew traffic from singles looking to get laid. I was never much for picking up random women at bars. Not that I abstained from it, but I preferred more organic means of meeting women.

That night one woman kept staring in my direction, often holding her gaze even after our eyes met. She stood on the opposite corner of the u-shaped bar with two other women and all three seemed overdressed for the place, wearing some variation of skirt, heels, and tight shirt. All three were pretty attractive in their own way. I tried to focus my attention on a conversation about meditation with Jason, but my mind kept wandering. I chuckled given the context. I wondered if I should try to go talk to her or just leave it alone. It seemed like a lot of effort for a possible letdown. I was happier imagining the possibility of something great rather than potentially experiencing the letdown of something less.

Another ten minutes or so went by when I noticed one of her friends walking to our side of the bar. As she got closer it confirmed she was coming to talk to me. She asked what my last name was. I glanced toward the other two as their eyes darted and pretended to look away. I told her and she told me to wait there. I stood slightly puzzled, but curious. She walked back to the group and the woman who had been staring at me all night walked over. As she approached I finally got a full view of her body. She was roughly 5’6”, petite, roughly C cup tits, with a great ass. She reminded me a bit of Elisha Cuthbert, which definitely turned me on at the time. It was right around the time she kind of came to prominence with that movie, The Girl Next Door. “Do you have a brother?” she asked with a smirk. I didn’t know where the fuck this conversation was going. It definitely was not the first sentence I expected to come out of her mouth. “Yes, I do,” I replied. “Is his name Chris?” she inquired. I felt deflated as she said his name. I do have an older brother named Chris and we share a resemblance. By no means are we twins, but we share more of a resemblance than siblings typically do. I was met with an enthusiastic, “NO WAY.” I felt like I knew where this was going. She went to school with him or was an old fling or something. She would ask me how he is and how to get in touch with him. I would respond and she would move on with her night.

“How is he?” she shrieked. I went through the typical small talk bullshit of telling her how he was. I did get some satisfaction being able to tell her he was married. She explained that she went to school with him, which means she was three grades ahead of me. Her name was Beth, I didn’t remember her from school and don’t remember him ever talking about her. She continued to hang around past the small talk, which caught me a little off guard. She called her friends over and we all began to bullshit a bit. Her friends feigned interest in our presence and the age gap between us began to be painfully clear. It’s not that 3 or 4 years is really much of an age gap, but they seemed the type to go after older guys with money and we were not that. Her friends’ desire for her to leave with them was palpable. Beth finally cut the tension and said they were going to head to another bar. We exchanged goodbyes and to my surprise she turned back. She grabbed the receipt from her drinks and wrote her number on the back. “Tell Chris I said hello.” I assumed she was either being nice or hoped to somehow reconnect with Chris through me.

I was midway through my last beer of the night. The girls had been gone for nearly two hours. I told Jason I was going to text her. We made a ten dollar bet on whether she would respond by the end of the night. I kept it simple. I made a joke about this being the number of the younger, better ______ (insert last name). I thought the odds of her replying were low even though I had bet ten dollars that she would. To my surprise I received a text about fifteen minutes later. “What are you doing,” the text read. I told her I was about to leave the bar. I waited for what felt like an eternity as I mulled heading home. Twenty minutes later as I stood outside the bar alone (Jason had left) she responded, “Come hangout?” I called her. She wanted me to come to her apartment to hang out with “a bunch of people.” It sounded kind of awful. I imagined her apartment packed with a bunch of gold diggers and the douches who love them. It didn’t really seem like I fit into her scene and I didn’t really have a desire to. A thirty-minute trip to her place and a bunch of questionable people were not enough to deter my curiosity though. I had started on a trajectory and I wanted to see it through for better or worse.

I tried calling my brother as I was in a cab headed to her place. I wanted to check to make sure she wasn’t an old girlfriend I didn’t know about or something. On the off chance I ended up having the chance to have sex with her I wanted to make sure he hadn’t fucked her or dated her. He didn’t answer. He was probably asleep, but I sent a text anyway. No response.

The cab pulled up to the gate of the apartment, which was open allowing us to bypass the code box. I climbed the stairs to the second floor and could hear music thumping. I knocked, but the door was already ajar. After waiting a moment, I pushed it open and walked inside. Beth spotted me as she turned the corner from the hallway. “Heyyy!!” I had the awkward feeling of being the only person in the apartment that wasn’t part of the clique. She offered me vodka and I gladly took it in an attempt to quell my social anxiety. She invited me onto the balcony and we talked. I asked more about how she knew Chris. Because he hadn’t responded I wanted to see what information I could get from her. She told me they were just friends and that he dated one of her friends for a very brief time. I was relieved to hear that I wouldn’t be experiencing any internal conflict about putting my cock where my brothers had been.

She mentioned that a few of her friends were down at the pool and asked if I wanted to walk down. We arrived at the pool where four of her friends (1 guy, 3 girls) were drunkenly splashing around in the water. Beer cans were strewn about the concrete alongside the pool. I had nothing to swim in, so I wasn’t planning on getting in. Beth didn’t seem intent on getting in the water either. I sat in a poolside chair taking in the drunken dialogue. Beth asked where they had been that night and they gossiped about some people I didn’t know. One of the girls abruptly leapt from the pool and scurried back toward the apartment declaring that it was freezing. Another followed a few moments later. The remaining guy and girl spoke with Beth for a few more minutes before heading in. The guy asked if we were coming. Beth said we would catch up in a minute as she began to walk around the pool picking up beer cans. I got up to help. She explained that her mother was the manager of the apartment complex, so she didn’t want to get blamed for anything.

She sat beside me on the long poolside chair (we were sitting sideways). It was one of those moments were there was no buildup. We just started kissing. We were lost in that kiss for at least a minute. My hand caressing her face and my fingers running through her hair. She asked if I wanted to get in the hot tub. Not what I expected, but I went with it. She quickly stripped down to her bra and panties. They were nothing overly sexy, more athletic inspired than sexy. She ran over to the hot tub holding her arms close to her chest in hopes of avoiding the cool night air. I followed suit stripping to my underwear before joining her in the hot tub.

We settled in and I immediately noticed her nipples showing through her now soaked bra. I placed my hand on the back of her neck and drew her in. Our lips met and her body pressed against mine. I could feel the slight scratch of her bra against my chest as we kissed. I was rock hard and she noticed, lightly running her hand over my erection before placing both of her hands behind my neck to pull me in closer. She spread her legs open wide and straddled me on the step of the hot tub, grinding her pussy onto my cock with only two thin layers of material separating us. I pulled her bra straps down and caressed her breasts and played with her nipples as we continued to grind and kiss.

She got off of the step and pulled my underwear down before reaching into the water and stroking my cock. She told me to move up a couple of steps. I moved back until my cock wasn’t submerged in the water. She stroked a couple of times and then licked from the base of my cock up to the tip, never diverting her gaze from my eyes. I thought back to her staring across the bar at me earlier in the night and wondered how we had gotten to this point. It seemed so bizarre in that moment. She slowly attempted to engulf my cock with her mouth, pressing the tip against the back of her throat before retreating and swirling her tongue around the head. She continued this dance between her mouth and my cock and with each motion her breasts dipped in and out of the water.

We heard the creak of a gate in the distance. We quickly dipped down into the water and pulled our underwear back into place. We sat for a couple of minutes very alert to our surroundings. Beth rose out of the water and told me to follow her. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I got an incredible view of her soaking wet underwear stuck to her ass so I wasn’t complaining. She grabbed her clothes and I grabbed mine. We walked over to the restrooms. I assumed we were going in to put our clothes on. The doors to the restrooms were locked. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the women’s (a perk of her mother being apartment manager). I waited for her to unlock the men’s. Instead she motioned for me to come into the women’s restroom with her.

Once inside we began kissing again. She hopped up and sat on the sink area. I stood between her legs and brought her in close. I unclasped her bra and eased her back until her head rested against the mirror. I licked her breasts and teased her nipples as she let out light moans. I made my way down her stomach before pulling her panties off. She pressed my head down between her legs and knelt while holding her legs in the air. I licked her clit, which caused her to gyrate and yelp. It seemed to overwhelm her, so I eased back. She blurted out, “it’s just so sensitive.” She took a breath before stating, “I want you to fuck me.” I stood up and rubbed my cock against her pussy before plunging it in. She let out a loud moan and I left it pressed deep inside her for a moment before slowly moving back and forth. Her head was still pressed back against the mirror, causing her neck to arch at a severe angle. As I picked up the pace I felt like I was going to snap her spine. Fucking someone on a sink isn’t always practical in person no matter what porn and movies tell you.

I guided her off of the sink and she turned in front of me and bent over. She grabbed the edge of the sink as I entered her from behind. Her skin was cold and wet and it made loud slapping sounds as it met with mine. My hips began to thrust into her ass at a rapid pace. The fluorescent lighting illuminated every angle of her body and felt strangely clinical. It hit me in that moment that people don’t often have sex under fluorescent lighting. I felt I was a couple of minutes away from cumming when we heard a noise outside. It wasn’t clear what it was, but the door didn’t lock from the inside (multiple person restroom). We risked someone walking in due to our drunkenness and the fact that it was 3am. I pulled out of her and we scrambled to grab our clothes. We stood still for a moment before feeling like the coast was clear. We were too startled to continue there, so we put our clothes back on and headed to her apartment to finish. I hoped we would get back to it quick or I would have a serious case of blue balls.

We walked back into a much different scene in the apartment. A girl was passed out on the couch and no one else seemed to be around. She walked me back to a bedroom and we stripped down to nothing again. She knelt down on the carpet and took my cock in her mouth attempting to get me hard again. She removed my cock from her mouth and licked down the shaft all the way to my balls. She took each of them in her mouth one-by-one as she stroked my cock with her hand and then slowly worked her way back to licking between my balls and ass. I felt like I was getting close to cumming after coming so close before, but didn’t want it to end like that.

I grabbed her and walked her over to the bed. I pushed her down onto all fours and pressed her face into the mattress. I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy and ass hoping to regain a little longevity before I came. She moaned and pressed back against it shaking her hips. I finally gave in and plunged my cock back into her. I began furiously fucking her as I grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, holding her head down while I steadied her ass and waist with the other. Guys might be the only ones who understand this, but on some rare occasions when I have sex it is easier not to cum when I’m fucking really fast and hard. This was one of those moments, so I was fucking like a jackhammer. Her moans grew to a thunderous level and she started rubbing her clit and soon after shook as she came. I followed her lead, pulling out a few moments later and unleashing my cum all over her ass. I leaned back and watched it run down her ass cheeks and onto her pussy.

At that moment there was a knock at the door and a guy quickly entered. He glanced at us and said, “Shit, sorry dude” and turned around to leave. She didn’t even flinch or look up, still with her head in the mattress. Odd. She reached back with her hand and wiped some of my cum from her ass. She sat up and licked the cum from her fingers before falling back onto the bed. Right then I noticed pictures of the guy who walked in around the room. In fact, there were no pictures of her and it appeared to be a guy’s room. That’s when I realized we just fucked in her roommates room instead of hers. I later found out we did, because she had friends asleep in her room. Obviously her roommate wasn’t informed of this plan though. Not a big deal, but was just a fun little quirk added to the night.

My brother called me the next morning asking why I asked about Beth. I told him I ran into her at a bar, but didn’t divulge the whole story right off the bat. He confirmed the story she told and mentioned her friend he dated. I didn’t go into the full story, but did tell him I had sex with her. He admitted he was a little jealous, because he always thought she was attractive. I never saw Beth again. It felt like a fling that night and that’s about all it amounted to.

***Also, if you are a female and live near me you should send me a message (p.s. I moved). Might be a longshot, but would be cool/interesting to have sex with someone that enjoys my stories and then becomes a story haha***

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5fo7ki/o_brother_where_art_thou_a_strange_night_of