[FM] A Night on the Town (“Games Night” Part 2)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i8oadg/ffffm_games_night_at_the_girls_place/)

A few days after the eventful “games night”, things seemed to have returned to normal. All the girls claimed to have been too drunk to really know what was happening, but Anna’s behaviour around me had changed slightly, so I didn’t really believe them. Contrary to what you might think, she started being more conservative around me. Before, she would walk around in underwear, or in just a long shirt, before going to bed. Now, she would change in her room. She seemed to go to great lengths to make it seem like she didn’t exist, which saddened me slightly.

However, a week after the night, Amelie arranged for us to go out drinking together. We all lived in the same city, me and Anna sharing an apartment, and the other three sharing their own, so we arranged to meet up at one of the hottest bars in the middle of the city, a place called The King of Hearts, or KOH for short.

I was dressed in smart-casual shirt and jeans, pretty normal attire. The girls, however, were dressed rather more racily than me. Anna was wearing a red miniskirt and matching crop-top. Frida arrived first, in a similar outfit, but blue. Amelie opted for a one-piece strapless black dress that accentuated her curves, and Charlotte wore tight jeans and loose, see-through blouse. Compared to them, I didn’t know whether to feel over or underdressed.

“You all look lovely,” I said as we entered.

“Bullshit, Jack,” said Amelie. “We look fucking sexy as shit.”

“We look *fuckable,*” said Charlotte.

“Exactly,” said Amelie. “Which is the point. We’re here to get laid tonight.”

“Well, that might not be so easy with me here,” I pointed out. “Guys tend to think you’re with me.”

“Actually,” said Anna. “You’re gonna help us out. A group of girls on their own is intimidating, not easy to approach.”

“Whereas, if there’s a fellow bro there,” said Frida, “they have someone to liaise with. Once you tell them that we’re available, they’ll be putty in our hands.”

“Not the only thing in our hands tonight, girls!” said Charlotte to a burst of raucous laughter. It’s strange how much girls laugh when they get horny. I wondered if it worked the other way around, and briefly considered comedy as a career.

We settled on a table in the corner of the bar, and pretended to chat. In reality, the girls were scouting out potential guys to have fun with, and I was keeping an eye out for any hot girls.

Unfortunately, as was often the case, the four girls with me were by far the hottest there. I went to the bar to get drinks, and was immediately approached by a guy.

“Are, uh, are you with them?” he asked, pointing at the girls.

“Hm? With them, or with them with them?”

“Are they available?” he asked. I nodded. “Sweet. That redhead sure is a knockout, huh?”

Realising that he was talking about Anna, I felt a strange feeling rise up inside me. I pushed it down, not wanting to think about that now. Tonight was for fun, nothing else.

I caught the bartender’s attention and was surprised to see that it was a cute, blonde young woman. I ordered the drinks.

“So,” she said as she served the cocktails. “You come in here with four gorgeous babes, but you’re not with any of them? Why is that?”

“Maybe someone else caught my eye,” I said, giving her my flirtiest look.

It worked. She smiled back, turning slightly pink, and handed the drinks over. “I get off at nine,” she said. “Hopefully you can help me get off again.”

So much for subtlety then, I thought as I carried the drinks over.

“So? Was there anyone interested?” asked Amelie.

“That guy in the check shirt has eyes for Anna,” I said.

“Meh, he’s alright,” said Anna. “I might string him along a bit, just for fun.”

“You’re so mean!” said Frida. “If you let a guy see your boobs, you’ve gotta fuck him. That’s my rules.”

“I’ve seen your tits, and you haven’t fucked me yet,” I joked.

“Keep playing your cards right, and we’ll see,” said Frida, winking.

“So, Jack,” said Amelie. “You were talking to that bartender, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said. “She gets off at nine.”

“Will she be getting off again after that?” asked Frida.

“Funny, she made that exact same joke. And yeah, if I have anything to do with it.”

Was Anna looking disappointed? I couldn’t tell, because suddenly the check shirt guy had arrived, and was flirting with Anna. Anna flirted back, and soon they were walking up to the bar together.

“I wonder what changed her mind?” said Charlotte as Anna could be heard laughing flirtatiously from across the crowded bar.

“I dunno,” said Amelie. “He’s pretty hot though. I probably would.”

“Low standards,” said Frida, earning a harsh look from Amelie.

Nine o’clock was still over half an hour away, so I put my arms around Amelie and Charlotte, and watched as the guys entering the bar looked over with a mix of admiration and envy. It felt good to be viewed as a sex god.

“Oh! Looks like Anna’s the first to score,” said Charlotte, and I looked over to see Anna practically dragging the guy with her towards the bathrooms. The girls whistled and whooped appreciatively, earning a wry smile from Anna, but I stayed quiet, still battling the annoying feelings inside.

Another girl entered the bar, a truly hot girl at that. I made to go and initiate a conversation, but Amelie put a hand out. “This one’s mine,” she said. She was bisexual, but there was no guarantee that the girl would be into her. Indeed, Amelie came back just a minute later looking dejected. “The hot ones are all fucking straight!” she complained.

I decided to leave the girl be. I already had a commitment tonight anyway. Speaking of which, nine o’clock was rapidly approaching, so I went to the bathroom to freshen up. As I entered, Anna and the guy came out. We shared an awkward smile as we passed, and I felt another stab in my gut. After splashing some water in my face, and making sure I had some condoms on me, I left the toilets ready for some fun.

I waited by the bar as nine o’clock arrived, and the bartender hung up her apron and beckoned me over to a back door. I followed her through to a deserted back alley. We came together, and kissed, her hands all over my body, and mine all over hers, groping her breasts and ass. She moaned softly at my touch. I felt my cock growing harder, and pressing her against her leg, which caused her to smile.

She snaked a hand down to my crotch, and grabbed my cock through my jeans. She unzipped, freeing my cock. “Fuck, you’re so big,” she said, with a grin on her face. I groaned as she started rubbing my cock to full erection.

She hitched up her skirt, and pulled down her panties while I slipped on a condom. Still standing, she lowered herself onto my throbbing cock, moaning with pleasure as I filled her up. Her pussy was tight, and felt great on my cock. She bounced awkwardly up and down, and I helped by thrusting. Her back was against the wall, and she was using it for support while she fucked me. I increased in intensity and speed, which clearly worked for her, as her moans became louder.

“Martha? What the fuck are you doing?” asked a voice from the bar.

“I finished my shift, Stan, I can do what I want!” the bartender shouted. It occurred to me I have never even asked her name, and she probably didn’t even care about mine. The voice muttered something about horny kids and tailed off. “Sorry,” said Martha.

“It’s cool,” I said, panting heavily. My erection, however, had temporarily subsided, and we stopped. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry,” said Martha, getting to her knees. She removed the condom, then paused. “You’ve got another one, right?” I nodded. “Okay.” She started sucking my cock, taking its semi-hard length in her mouth. “What’s your name, by the way?” she asked in between sucking.

“Jack,” I said.

She laughed. “I’m jacking Jack,” she said. Now that my cock was hard again, she turned her back to me. “Put it in my ass,” she said. Applying another condom, I gently pushed into Martha’s asshole. Her moans of pleasure rang throughout the alleyway. If her pussy had been tight, her asshole was on another level. I slid in and out slowly at first, and then sped up a bit. “Don’t be a pussy,” said Martha. “Fucking pound me.”

I obliged, speeding up considerably. The sound of my balls hitting her pussy filled my ears, mingling with my own pants, and Martha’s cries of pleasure. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” she whispered, before crying out.

I also felt the urge to orgasm approach, and injected my sperm inside the condom. Detaching myself from Martha’s asshole, I threw the condom in a nearby dumpster. “That was fun,” I said.

“Sure was,” said Martha. She got out a pen, and quickly scribbled her number on my arm. “Call me,” she said, before sauntering off down the alley.

I returned to the girls, who demanded to have details of what had happened.

“Alleyway sex?” said Frida. “God, what a slut. I could never.”

“I dunno,” said Amelie. “Depends. I wouldn’t wanna get caught, though.”

“We did get caught,” I said. “Her boss asked what she was doing.” I explained the whole thing to the girls, who listened raptly before laughing.

“At least she got you back up,” said Charlotte. “Not every girl would do that.”

The other three girls had so far failed to pick up any guys, so they decided to try somewhere else. “I dunno,” said Anna. “I’m pretty beat.”

“It’s not even ten yet,” said Amelie. “You never go home before midnight on a night out.”

“Alright,” said Anna, relenting.

We made our way to a nightclub a few blocks away, and the girls split up once inside, making sure to check up on each other after half an hour. To tell the truth, I never really loved nightclubs. The only reason I go is because of the girls, who are usually ready for anything.

I found a busty redhead on the dancefloor, and we grinded together for a bit. She grabbed my steadily growing cock, and unzipped it, right there on the floor, to my surprise. She knelt down and sucked with vigour, and I looked around nervously as she did so. As I looked I caught Anna’s eye from across the room, and saw her turn and walk off. Unable to stop myself cumming on the girl’s face, I quickly apologised, zipped up, and pursued Anna, much to the girl’s annoyance.

I lost Anna, and found the rest of the girls had regrouped on a sofa away from the dancefloor. “Where did Anna go?” I asked.

“She went home,” said Frida. “She was feeling sick.”

“Shit. I’d better go and make sure she’s okay. She might have spiked or something.”

“I don’t know,” said Amelie. “She seemed pretty upset.” Charlotte, meanwhile, was sitting on the lap of a burly looking man with his hands on her breasts.

“I’m going,” I said, my mind made up. A hot girl like Anna walking through the city alone at night worried me anyway. I set off back towards our apartment, walking quickly in the cool air.

To my relief, Anna was at home, unharmed. She had clearly been crying, though. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” said Anna. “I just… felt sick.”

“Did that guy in the bar… do anything to you?”

“No,” said Anna, shaking her head. “He doesn’t matter. He’s nothing.”

“Okay,” I said, sitting on the couch next to her.

“Why don’t you get it?” she whispered.

“What?”

“I’m… better than them. Those girls.”

“What do you mean?” I asked softly. Without words, she unzipped my jeans, and grabbed my cock. She rubbed it softly, gently, encouraging it to get hard. Fatigued as I was from the night, it did get hard. She kissed the tip, swirling her tongue around the head. She worked her way down the shaft, circling my cock with her tongue. It was bliss, the best blowjob I had ever received. It didn’t take long for me to cum, though I didn’t manage to produce much. “That’s what I mean,” Anna whispered, my semen still on her lips. “Good night.” She left, leaving me on the couch, my emotions swirling like a hurricane inside me.

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