Looking Back On When They First Met

*Jack lay in bed, unable to sleep. Next to him, Lauren lay asleep – the gentle intake and exhalation of air the only noise in the gloom. First light was just beginning to force its way round the curtains, allowing him to see the deep back dimples just above her black-cotton knickers. In the heat, she rarely wore more.*

*Three years together hadn’t dampened Jack’s enthusiasm for Lauren’s body. Her curves were more pronounced perhaps, but that merely lead to a greater temptation to make her squeal as he blew the occasional raspberry on her exposed body. As he traced her spine with his eyes, Jack couldn’t help but think back to when they first met…*

The bar was noisy – busy but not over crowded. Jack and his friends were out to celebrate victory in the derby match. Opponents vanquished, it was time to let loose.

Jack’s eye was first caught by Lauren’s dress while they queued for drinks with their respective parties. The silver sequins caught everyone’s eye in fact, the light bouncing off it, shattering in every direction. He smiled down the bar at her and she smiled back. Giving a little wave – her black painted nails sparkling with the embedded glitter. There was no missing her.

It wasn’t until half an hour later they first spoke. Meeting again at the bar, this time they exchanged names. Jack offered to pay for her drink, but she insisted that *she* pay. Jack offered no resistance.

They stayed at the bar for an age. Talking turned to flirting. Even when disagreements arose over whether it really was offside in the match, neither of them could stop smiling.

She admired his shirt; he complimented her heels.

She reached out to feel the curls in his hair – envious of it being naturally that way; he marveled at her tanned skin, complaining of either being pale or red, but never tanning.

He asked if she’d like another drink; she refused another drink, but responded by kissing him.

It was brief, but intentional. More than a peck, but not quite a passionate locking of lips.

Then he made a misstep.

She asked him to dance; he refused.

He was never the most confident of dancers. He didn’t enjoy it and *knew* it would put her off. He’d stand on her exposed toes, he’d bang into her, he’d trip her up. He couldn’t take the risk.

For a moment she seemed phased, but determined to dance. Her song had just come on. She wasn’t going to miss it. Lauren kissed his cheek, told him to stay put. She’d be back, she promised!

And so Jack propped up the bar for the next half an hour, cursing himself but unable to get up and move, failing to find the confidence to get on the dancefloor and regain her attention.

She came back, as promised. She was good to her word. But Jack as surprised to see she brought with her someone new. A man she’d been dancing with. She told Jack his name, but he missed it. Her fingers interlaced with his, even as she talked to Jack.

She was taking this new man home, she wanted Jack to come to. She liked him. She liked them both. She liked getting what she wanted.

Before he could refuse, she placed an irresistible kiss on his lips, she grabbed his hand and she walked out with both men towards the waiting taxis outside.

Any reservations were stolen away from Jack in the ride home, Lauren kissing each man in turn, her hands roaming over their chests when her lips weren’t available.

Spilling into her flat, she rested against the door, eyes sinking into the back of her head as both men showered her with kisses – her neck, her shoulders, her lips and her cleavage all being peppered with attention. Her hands explored both men freely, struggling with buttons and tugging at belts.

Jack lead the group to the bedroom, while his rival unzipped Lauren’s dress. The black lace beneath garnering moans of approval from both men. She looked at them both with a wicked grin, biting her tongue and sinking to her knees.

Neither man wasted any time. If either was shy, they didn’t show it. Soon, each of Lauren’s hands was busy, Jack’s uncut cock in her left hand, the other man’s circumcised prick in her right.

She planted kisses on the swollen heads, Eeny, Meeny, Money, Moe-ing her way between each cock, until Jack’s was taken in her mouth, eliciting a groan from him and a moan from her. Her elegant fingers working on the other penis available to her.

Even while multitasking, she made Jack feel incredible. His groans turned to gasps as she swirled her tongue, sliding his cock between her lips, without every losing focus.

Before he could cum, she switched to her other partner, Jack’s balls receiving some much enjoyed attention as she set about gagging on cock number two. She spent more time with him – his stamina clearly stronger, as she smiled her way through her time. She choked a couple of times, struggling to take his entire length, but managed it with a moan of effort and squeal of delight. Even Jack was impressed, and couldn’t help but admire her beauty, covered in spit as she was.

She stood up and flopped onto the bed, her head dangling off the edge. She’d not finished with her oral addiction to the cock of her other lover, but needed more. She reached for Jack’s cock, begging him to fuck her, their companion taking his position and easing into her now open throat.

She groaned with delight as each man fucked their given hole. Her lingerie clan firm squirming, her nails digging into the bedsheets as she writhed in pleasure.

Jack was pleased that the other man came first, Lauren’s make up ruined beyond repair as he pulled out to cover her beautiful face in layers of his appreciation. In truth, it was this view that finished off Jack too, pulling out to paint her body in his own cum shortly after.

They lay there for a while, panting. Exhausted. Happy.

Lauren declared them both good boys, giving them both a cum covered kiss, before inviting them both to the shower.

The night carried on in a blur of limbs and bodily fluids, sometimes all three of them, but at others Lauren spent *quality time* with one or other. Eventually, they fell asleep, Lauren naked between her two lovers, save for her black lace panties.

Jack was woken by grunts in the morning, although he soon dozed back off to sleep. He properly awoke to the sound of a door closing and the smell of coffee.

He spent the morning with Lauren. Their night almost forgotten as they returned to the pattern of flirting and teasing as if they hadn’t just spent the night fucking alongside another man.

Jack didn’t go home that night. Nor the next. Nor the one after that.

3 months later he moved in and a year after that they were engaged.

They’d never seen the other man again, nor had they shared their bed with anyone else. Once they were together, they found they were sufficient for one another. But they always had the memory of the first night they met.

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