Two girls were left all alone by their boyfriends [FMF]

Two young women came down the hotel hallway toward us. My buddy said, “Last call was 10 minutes ago.” They stopped in their tracks and groaned. He showed them our bag of beers and nodded toward my door. I already had it open.

One, Charlene, was a brunette, lean, and quiet, and the other, Sharon, was a dirty blonde, chunky, and loud. I was trying to get to know the quiet one. At one point she needed to go back to their room for something. My buddy asked if he could go with her. She shrugged and said “Alright.”

I thought my buddy was honing in on the loud girl and she must have thought the same thing, because after the door closed and the room fell quiet, she said, “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

Sharon said they were missing their boyfriends. She quickly followed up with how their boyfriends just left them there and went to work on the ships, so what were they supposed to do? I said that was funny, because my buddy and me were put in the hotel to wait for a flight for our ship.

By this time, she was standing in front of me toying with the two lace ends that came out the bottom of her pullover. I pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. “When do you think your friend’s coming back?” I asked her. She said their room was just on the other side of my wall. “And it doesn’t sound like they’re coming back,” she said, with fake pouting.

I undid her pants and tugged down the fly. I mocked her sob story about being left all alone. She put her hands on my shoulders to help herself wriggle as I tugged her pants off her feet. “You forgot about how we have nothing to do,” she said, as she slid down in front of me til she was kneeling on the floor.

She gnawed at my jeans. “Aren’t you going to show me what you got in there?” she asked. I pulled my pants off. She immediately wrapped her hand around my cock and took it into her mouth.

Her teeth scraped me so I pulled her to the bed. But she showed herself to be the aggressor there too. I no sooner flopped on my back than she mounted me and bounced hard and rough. Her fingernails cut into my skin. I eased her hands off me and rolled her into missionary. She wrapped her legs around my waist and drove her heels into my back. I tried moving slowly but she used her heels to pull herself up and speed things up. I shot myself into her quickly and got off.

We were still catching our breath when we heard a knock on the door. I expected to find my buddy but they both pushed past me more drunk than when they left. They got all the way to the bed before they realized I was in a bedsheet and Sharon was naked and scrambling.

They had been knocking on my door a long time, they said. They had gotten lost and knocked on several other doors. I said, “You were right next door!”

My buddy said, “Telling me that now!”

Something didn’t add up. Charlene got the picture of what was going on in our room. “Have you guys been…? Oh my god!”

Sharon laughed as though this was hardly a surprise. “You’re not going to tell!” she said. “Anyway, so did you.”

Charlene said, “I did not!”

“This time,” she said.

Charlene glanced over at me but it was not shock. It was something else.

I was filled with regret. I realized she had no intention of sleeping with my buddy, and they really did get lost. “She doesn’t want to fuck anyone,” he told me in private.

Sharon threw her room key to me and told us to “get lost” so she could get dressed. About half an hour later, there was a knock. The two girls told us to get lost again, back to my room. I sent my buddy away telling him I had had enough.

I was awoken two hours later with another knock. It was Charlene. She shrugged. “I had your key,” she said, dangling it between thumb and finger. “Thought you might need it.”

“Why didn’t you just use it to come in,” I said.

“Yeah right!” she said. She sat on the edge of me bed.

I made sure my door was locked and joined her, still wearing nothing but the white bed sheet. After a while I said, “Something bothering you?” I said.

“Why don’t you like me?” she said, emphasizing “me.” “Sharon is always stealing guys.”

“But I thought….” I began.

“Get real,” she cut me short. “She knows when I like someone,” she said. “She does this to me all the time. As soon as she can tell I like them, she fucks them.”

I listened and nodded.

She went over to the window and looked at the quiet freeway outside. “I get shy when there’s someone I like.”

I stared at the carpet.

“Then when she’s done she just insults them and says they were no good in bed and puts them down like she’s too good for them or something.”

“If it’s any consolation,” I began, but she cut me off again.

“Don’t bother.” But she sat on the bed again.

“Her teeth hurt my cock.” She chuckled a bit so I went on. “And she just bounces around with no sense of timing.”

Charlene laughed out loud.

“I tried to get it done and over with soon as possible,” I said.

She said, laughing, “You’re sweet telling me that.”

I said to her, “I’m going to have a shower. You don’t have to go.” I left her there on the edge of the bed.

When I came out the lights were off. At first I thought she left. But she flung the sheet back and said, “Come on in, partner!” and laughed.

I said, “You don’t seem shy so much anymore. Maybe you don’t like me so much.”

She laughed and said, “You better not make me wait, I don’t do this very often you know.”

I made as though running in slow motion and landed in the bed beside her. We pushed our pillows up under our heads and lay on our sides facing each other. She said in soft bed voice, “You don’t mind I have a boyfriend?”

I said, “That’s kind of your call, I figure, isn’t it?”

“He doesn’t screw me very good,” she said matter of factly.

“What do you mean?” I asked reluctantly.

“He rushes. He doesn’t give me time to get. . . hot,” she said.

I said to her, “You kind of seem pretty hot right now.”

“Uh huh,” she said. “That’s because I’m rubbing myself.”

“I didn’t know that,” I said.

“I know you didn’t know that,” she said all soft and coy.

“Why are you doing that?” I asked.

“Because you aren’t,” she answered.

I began rubbing her and her head rolled back and sighed on her pillow. When she seemed good and lost, I slipped down, keeping the pattern going with my finger, but getting closer with my tongue. But as soon as it touched, she yelped, sat up, and cried out, “No!”

I rose up alarmed.

She said, “What are you doing?” all pissed off.

I said, “I was just going to lick you.”

“No!” she cried out, and she spun herself away, landing her feet on the floor and pulling the blanket around her.

I felt awful and sat up beside her. Eventually she said. “I don’t like that.”

I said that that was okay. “I won’t do it again.”

“I know people do that.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Do you like doing that?” she asked, emphasizing the “like”.

I said, “Yes. A lot. I was liking doing it just now.”

“It’s gross,” she said.

“It’s the opposite of gross,” I said.

A long while passed again. She continued staring. “What do you like about it?” she finally said.

I had to think a bit. “It gives . . . it usually gives a woman a lot of pleasure, and it feels really good to give a woman a lot of pleasure.”

She didn’t say anything. After several minutes, she mechanically lay back down, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and said she said, “You can try again.”

I tried to pull the blanket from her face but she said, “Other way.”

I lowly lifted the blanket off her feet. I massaged them and kissed her there with little pecks. I pushed the blanket up another few inches and massaged her calves, lightly running my finger nails over her skin. Her legs began to part. I pushed the blanket over the hump of her knees and kissed and nibbled her there. Her legs parted more. I looked up and saw that her head was pushed back into the pillow, her eyes were closed, and her hands were tightly gripping the edge of the sheet.

I pushed the blanket up her thighs. I kissed here there and traced out circles and lines on her thighs with my tongue.

She said, “I can feel that.”

I said, “You just wait.”

She giggled at that, nervously.

I very slowly pushed the blankets up to her lower stomach. Her legs closed. I kissed her hips and ran my tongue all the way around her tuft without touching. I nudged her thigh with my face and her legs opened up a little again. I nudged again with my face. She whispered a “No.” I pushed. Her legs came open.

I blew on her tuft of hair. She giggled and snapped her legs shut again and said, “No!”

I touched the top of her tuft with the tip of my tongue. Her breathing became loud and deep. I reached down and took both her ankles in my hands and pushed them up in a way that spread her open widely. She pulled the blanket up over her face. She said, “That feels really good,” even though I hadn’t touched her yet.

I got my shoulders between her legs and wrapped my arms around so I could touch her breasts. Her pussy was wide open in front of me. It glistened in the yellow parking lot lights outside the window.

She said,“It’s embarrassing,” and tried to shut her legs again. But I pushed back to keep them open. She said, “Not fair,” just before I touched my tongue to her clit. She erupted in a gasping moan. I made my tongue follow the circle I did earlier with my finger and her entire body began to move in time with it. She moaned loudly with each breath.

I moved up and over her, with the blanket between our faces. I said, “Thought you didn’t like this.” Both her hands pushed my head back down between her legs.

I licked her and her hips started to gyrate. I slipped two fingers inside her. Her whole body pushed off the bed. Suddenly she swiped the blanket so fast away it sailed across the floor and we were left there, two naked bodies with no sheets or blankets.

She started gulping and making “grrr” sounds. I pushed my tongue inside her and her whole back snapped up off the bed. Her face was nearly facing the wall behind her upside down and she rose up on top of it. She made no noise and didn’t breathe for a long while, stuck like this. Finally, she gasped and tossed and turned and settled into a long series of “mmm” sounds.

I joined her on the pillow. After a long while, she said, “You didn’t do that with Sharon, did you.”

I said, “No, hardly.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Wrong type,” I said. She pondered that a long while.

“It wasn’t too gross?” she asked.

I said, “Charlene. It’s not gross at all. Maybe you think it’s gross the way I think it would be gross to take a cock in my mouth, cause I’m not interested in cocks.”

She laughed. She said, “You liked it? Going down there?”

I turned to her and said, “Do you like going down there with boyfriends?”

She said emphatically, “Yes!”

I didn’t say anything. She said, “I want you to do it again.”

“Already?” I said.

“I waited too long for this,” she said. “I never let anyone do that to me before,” she added, grabbing my head and this time me down there.

I opened her pussy with my fingers exposing her clit from under its hood this time. I licked it directly. She shivered, “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm before,” she said right before a sharp inhaling and a series of gasps. “Just with myself,” she squeezed out, before crying out in more stifled shrieks.

She breathed hard as I entered her with my fingers again. I licked her every way I knew. She said, in short words between breaths and gasps, “And. . . never. . . anything . . . that . . . felt . . . like this,” and her head went back and her body rose up and she stopped breathing again.

We had been sleeping a while and drifted awake together. It must have been an hour later. She said in a soft voice, “How come you don’t want to fuck me?” saying “fuck” in a sensuous way. I rolled on top of her and between her legs. They readily opened to receive me and she giggled. “On demand no less!”

I guided myself into her pussy at first just an inch or so. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She moaned and said, “It’s your call.”

I said, “Do you like my cock? Is it big enough?”

She didn’t answer. She looked like she was truly wondering if that was all I had. I hooked my elbows under her knees and pushed her legs up so they touched her ears. I sank myself in slowly, inch by inch, all the way til I felt pressure at the end, and still I pushed harder. She let out a long, loud, guttural moan. She squeezed out, “Yes, big enough.”

We both laughed and I didn’t last very long and came hard and powerfully inside her. I fell off her and lay beside her looking up at the ceiling.

We washed each other off in the bathroom. In doing so, I grew hard again. I picked her up and put her on the edge of the bathroom counter and fucked her again standing up. Finally we cleaned ourselves up for real.

“I should go back,” she said. “I can barely walk though.” I heard her key a moment later in her own door. I put my ear to the wall. I could hear Sharon say, “Where’d you go?”

“You know,” I heard Charlene.

“You were loud enough. I thought the hotel was going to come and kick you out.”

“A girl has to have some fun.”

“I was already with him earlier.”

“I know.”

“Was he good?”

“Uh huh,” I heard her say. “Tired now.” And that was all.

I flew out to my ship the next day. After about two weeks, two of the other crew and I were talking about the misery of working on the ships. They told me they had brought their girlfriends out with them this time and paid for them to stay in a hotel so the distance wasn’t so much. But they worried their girlfriends were bored. And worse.

“I’d fucking kill the fuck who ever fucked Sharon while I’m fucking out on the fucking ship,” he said, looking out over the slow moving river.

His buddy agreed. “Just fuckin’ kill ‘em. Deal with the fuckin’ consequences later. Fuckin’ A.”

“Fucking rights,” the first one agreed “I just fucking know she’s screwing around,” he said, “not like Charlene.” He looked at me and flicked his cigarette in the water.

Charlene’s boyfriend nodded. “No,” he said. “She would never fuckin’ do that to me.” He stared out at the slow moving river a while longer. “Better fuckin’ not anyway,” he said to himself. “Be two murders on my hands, fuckin’ A.”

I continued working with them the remaining five months of the season.

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