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This was one of my first ever attempts at story writing, based pretty much on a true story; it starts off a bit slow, but bear with it! (All names have been changed, to protect the guilty!)

I was gutted. My girlfriend of over three months standing had just dumped me for the SECOND time in as many days... this time for good, she said. After numerous attempts at phoning her, going to her house and everywhere else I could think of, she still wouldn't give me a chance to ask why. I eventually went home, but my roommate was staying at his girlfriend's tonight... and after ten minutes, I realised if I stayed in the house by myself, I'd just get rolling drunk and do something REALLY stupid. Thinking clearly for a second, I realised you and John were the only friends I had likely to still be up and awake at 11:30 at night, so I decided to walk the ten minutes round to your house.

Luckily, you were both in... and awake! Being 4 days before Christmas, you'd been wrapping presents for all your family, and were now having a well-deserved glass of wine. You took one look at me, standing wet and miserable on the front step, and virtually dragged me inside to the warmth of your living room, the open fire burning away merrily in the grate.

Pouring me a glass of wine, you listened while I told you what had happened. You knew Shirley too, and wasted no time phoning her, to find out what had happened. I watched your face as you listened, seeing your eyes darken in anger, finally hearing you snap *quot;you BITCH*quot; right before you slammed the phone down.

*quot;Well, it seems she's found just what she always wanted... someone with lots of money and a big dick*quot; you told me, then immediately cried,

*quot;Sorry... You didn't need to hear THAT!*quot;

You explained she had met up with an old flame who had come into a large sum of money, and decided she wanted material things rather than what I had thought was a close, loving and sex-filled relationship. John, your husband, poured me a large Vodka, and we sat for a while talking about what had happened.

What was to happen next though, came totally out of the blue. You decided the whole topic was getting TOO depressing, so got up and put a lively CD on the Hi-fi. As the music started to cut through my mental fog, you pulled John to his feet and began a slow dance around the room. Looking down at me, you each grabbed one of my hands, and pulled me up into a three-way hug in the middle of the floor, swaying gently to the strains of the soft music. After a while of this, the CD came to an end...pulling yourself away, you put a selection of discs in the changer and set it to random play.

*quot;Now we won't need to stop again for a LONG time*quot; you giggled.

I had to go to the toilet at that point and, when I returned, you and John were slow-dancing, stroking each other's bodies with your hands and lips. I sat down and watched, and was surprised to find a slight stirring in my pants at the sight of you two caressing each other so blatantly in front of me.

As the music became more and more sensual, so did your movements; soon, Johns hands were sliding under your T-shirt, gently stroking and squeezing your unfettered breasts; at the same time, your hands slid behind you to cup his growing bulge, revelling in the feel of his hardness.

By now my mouth had gone dry. I was mesmerised by the sight in front of me. I turned to reach for my drink, and as I did so I saw your eyes fly open; you had been so far into the moment, you'd forgotten I was there!

For a split second you looked embarrassed, and John seemed totally shocked ~ quickly though, the sheer eroticism of the situation took over you both. John gradually eased your T-shirt up your body, first exposing your pierced bellybutton then continuing upwards, so slowly, until both your gorgeous, stiff-nippled breasts were completely bare and open to my view. I was so smitten by the sight, it took a few seconds to realise you were both watching my reaction; a look of agreement seemed to pass between you, and John removed your shirt totally, leaving you naked from the waist up, your long blonde hair released from its clips and reaching almost to the back pocket of your jeans.

Then, you spoke, for the first time in over half an hour,

*quot;You dancin' then?*quot; you asked.

Slowly I stood up, almost as if I was in a trance. Moving towards you, I took you into my arms and hugged you tight, feeling the points of your nipples through my shirt as I buried my face in your neck. I had dreamed of this ever since I'd known you, the memories of our constant flirting now izmit escort returning full-force and causing my erection to grow even harder.

Pushing my head back, your lips locked on mine, sucking my tongue deep into your mouth. I vaguely felt you pulling my shirt out of my jeans, moaned as your lips parted from mine for a brief moment as you pulled the shirt over my head. Now I could feel your naked flesh against mine, I almost felt like coming in my jeans right there, but with a pure effort of will, I refrained.

After what seemed like an age of oral jousting, I felt John's hands stroking the side of your breasts. Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I eased back from your body, drinking in the beauty of your form. Even as I watched, John's hands went to the button of your jeans and popped it open. As I watched, open-mouthed, he pulled down the zipper, and eased your jeans down your legs, allowing you to step gracefully out of them.

Clad now only in a sheer lace thong, you proceeded to replicate John's actions on ME! I stood transfixed, as you eased the denim over the swelling of my rampant manhood, then tottered slightly as I lifted one foot, then the other, from the confines of my jeans. I immediately realised that not only had you removed my jeans, but you had pulled off my underwear too, so now I was totally naked in front of you, with only a flimsy piece of material between me and where I now longed to be. I was vaguely aware of John leaving us alone in the room and, suddenly shy, I just stood gaping at you, not sure what to do next! You solved that problem by placing my hands on your breasts, then tugging me gently by my cock, pulled me close to kiss me again.

As our tongues met, I came back to my senses and began gently caressing your breasts, stroking and nipping at your nipples until they were like small, red pebbles against my palms. At the same time, you slowly rubbed the head of my cock against the sheer lace of your thong, causing my pre-cum to soak the thin material.

Breaking from our deep kiss, I slid my hands down your smooth flanks and down the length of your thighs, hooking my thumbs in the string of the thong and drawing it down your long, lightly muscled legs, allowing you to step out and stand completely naked before me.

Kneeling in front of you as I now did, your already drenched pussy was at my eye level. I drank in the sight of the wispy blonde bush and the smell of your arousal until I could stand it no longer and plunged my tongue deep into the plump pink folds of your sex, grabbing hold of your deliciously firm nether-cheeks as I did so, burying my face between the junction of your thighs.

I heard you moan loudly as I ran my tongue up and down the length of your soaking pussy, every so often flicking the tip over your clit. My hands continued squeezing and fondling your bottom, my fingers bumping together at the bottom of your butt-cleft. With a sudden feeling of no longer being alone, I opened my eyes and looked up; behind you, also naked now, was John, one hand playing with your still rock-hard nipples as the other roamed up