When I was in high school I feel in love with the boy who lived next door. Eric was one year older than me and had always treated me like a sister. We were always close but never as close as I wanted to be. I was so hung up on him that when Eric went to California to go to college I followed him out there when I graduated. I never was able to tell him how I felt. Instead I hoped that he would figure it out by himself, but he never did.
After my first two years of college it became apparent to me that Eric was never going to be more than a friend. Here I was a junior in college, 20 years old and still a virgin because I had saved myself for Eric. I was horny all the time but I couldn't find a guy that turned me on the way Eric did.
I began dreaming about having sex. I started reading stories about sex on some of the story sites on the internet, and for the first time in my life I masturbated. The reading and the masturbating helped a little but I felt that I needed to have sex with a man and soon. I determined I was going to lose my virginity but I didn't know how to chose the right man. I was afraid that if I let some guy seduce me that he might get the wrong idea about me. He might think that because I let him take my virginity that I must really like him or that because I did it on our first date he might think I was easy.
As it turned out I didn't have to worry about either of those problems. One day as I was sitting in the snack bar in the student union a professor from a class I had taken a year earlier stop by my table to say hello. Professor Richardson was about 35 years old, six feet tall and slightly balding. Other than that has was pretty average looking. I invited him to sit down and we talked about politics, he taught Political Science, for about an hour then he asked me to go have a drink with him so we could continue our conversation. We drove to a restaurant about a mile off campus and went into the bar. We talked, had a few drinks and then Professor Richardson, John as he asked me to call him, suggested we go into the dinning room and have dinner.
The evening had been quite enjoyable up to that point and I was wondering how it would end.
When we had finished out meals John said, "My wife is away for the weekend, so I was wondering if you would like to come over to the house and ahhh...?"
John just let the incomplete question hang in the air. I had no doubt as to what he was asking so I said, "I'd love to."
When we got to the house John gave me what he called the grand tour. After showing me all through the house John said that he wanted me to see his private study. We went out through the kitchen into the back yard. Behind the house was a two-car garage with an outside staircase leading to a room above the garage. At the top of the stairs John pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. John opened the door and turned on the lights then stepped aside so that I could enter. Inside the room was a beautiful antique roll top desk and next to the desk was a side table, which held his computer. On one wall were several paintings of landscapes. In the corner was an old pot bellied stove and in the other corner was a bed.
As I looked around the room John went over to a small cabinet near his desk and open a door to reveal a small refrigerator. John got out two bottles of Heineken and handed me one.
As we sipped our beers John turned on his computer and said that he wanted to show me something. John said that he liked to collect erotic photographs form the internet and he had a collection of what he considered to be the most erotic and he wanted me to see them.
Like I said earlier, I surfed the internet to find sites that had sex stories and so I couldn't help but be exposed to some of the pornographic pictures on the net, but I had never paid any attention to them. I never thought of porn photos as erotic art.
When John began opening the files one at a time showing me his favorite pictures and explaining what he liked about them I began to see that they were erotic and I could feel it deep inside.
The pictures John showed me were almost all explicit without being crude. The first picture was of a man and woman on a bed. The man was entering the woman and was only part way in and he was looking into her eyes. John said, "What I like about this picture is the way the photograph seems to capture the couples love for each other. Look at the way he is looking at her. He wants to see what she feels as he penetrates her and she looks at him as if to say, 'I am yours'. I love this picture."
There were several more similar to the first. The pictures themselves weren't always erotic to me, but John's descriptions were.
Then there were the pictures depicting oral sex. One in particular struck me. The man was standing and the woman was on her knees. She had about half of his penis in her mouth and she was looking up at him. The only way I can describe the look on her face is to say it was adoration.
John showed me pictures of threesomes, two men and a woman and two women with a man, all very erotic. Then he showed me pictures of gay men making love, which didn't appeal to me at all other than from the standpoint of curiosity.
The last pictures he showed were of women loving each other. Although these pictures were beautiful photographed I was a little uncomfortable looking them. I really can't explain why.
There was one photo in this group that I found interesting. It was of two beautiful women, fully clothed. One woman was kissing the other on the mouth and the one being kissed had a look of surprise on her face. I stared at picture for a few minutes and ran all kinds of scenarios through my head as to what was the story behind that picture. I was suddenly aware that John was laughing at me. Then he said, "I like that one too. I can sit for hours and try to figure out what that was all about.
When he had shown me all of the pictures John turned off the computer. He stood up and put his hand out to me. I took his hand and stood next to him. John put his warm hands on my face and gently kissed me then said, "Would you like to make love now?"
Although the question surprised me I had no doubt about my answer. "Yes I would, but I have to tell you this and you may not believe it, but I am still a virgin."
John smiled and said, "I don't know why but I suspected you might be. I'll be gentle and make sure you enjoy your first time."
John led me to the bed and began kissing me. As he kissed me he unbuttoned my blouse. I didn't resist. I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted to experience some of what I had seen in the pictures and what I had read about in stories. John soon had my blouse off and my bra unhooked. When he put my nipple in his mouth it was the first time anyone had done that to me and it felt wonderful. Everything John did to me, every sensation was new to me so I just gave myself over to the experience. I did whatever John told me to do and moved whatever way he wanted me to move.
I was so horny that it felt like he was lighting little fires on my body anywhere he touched me. When he ran his tongue over my pussy lips I started to orgasm. I had brought myself off masturbating before, but it was never this good.
Finally when his cock penetrated me there was a moment of pain, and I grabbed hold of John and he pulled back momentarily then slowly began penetrating me again. Once he was fully inside me John stopped moving and gave me a chance to get used to the feel of his hard cock inside me. As the original discomfort subsided I began to enjoy the feel of having a cock inside me for the first time. When I told John I was all right he began moving his hips causing his cock to slowly move in and out of my tender vagina. What at first had been pain was now pleasure and I soon had another amazing orgasm. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have his cock moving inside of me. When my orgasm passed John climaxed inside me triggering another orgasm for me.
John lay with me on the bed for a while then got up still naked and got us two more beers from the refrigerator. He came and sat next to me on the bed and as we drank our beer I stared at his limp penis. It amazed me that it could have been so big and hard a few minutes ago and so soft now. I reached over and touched it. John didn't say anything, he just spread his legs a little to give me more access. I pick his penis up between my fingers and just kind of examined it. I turned it and bent it, pulled and twisted it so that I could see it from every possible angle. As I was doing this it began to grow. Only slightly, but I noticed.
As I watched to see if it would grow some more John asked, "Would you like to suck my cock?"
I didn't answer him. I just bent over and as I got close to his cock I could smell the scent of our sex on it. I had never smelled semen before and I had never really smelled my own scent so what I smelled was totally foreign to me. I stuck my tongue out and touched the tip of John's cock with it. There was a little drip of his cum there and I picked it up with my tongue. I found the taste to be slightly salty but otherwise inoffensive. I again ran my tongue of the head this time sliding part way down the shaft, and then I looked up at John. When we made eye contact John said, "Take as much of my cock in your mouth as you can. Try to only touch it with your lips and tongue, no teeth."
Because of it's somewhat relaxed state I was able to take his whole cock into my mouth. John said, "That's good. Now pull back so that my cock comes part way out of your mouth and run your tongue around my cock as you do this. Then slide your mouth back down the shaft."
I did as John instructed and his cock started getting bigger immediately. It only took me a couple of minutes to get him completely hard. Then John said, "Now just make love to my cock with your mouth being careful not to hurt it with your teeth."
I caught on to what he liked me to do very quickly and found myself enjoying the experience. As I continued to suck on his cock John said, "Now I want to teach you how to really please a man. I am going to climax soon and when I do I want you to try and swallow my cum. When you feel me starting to cum keep your mouth closed tightly around my cock and try not to let anything leak out."
I opened my mouth just enough to say, "OhHey (okay)."
A minute later John said, "Here it comes." The he grunted just as I felt the first squirt of his cum hit the back of my throat. I almost choked on this but was able to control myself. I didn't swallow all of his cum but I did manage to swallow quite a bit. John told me to continue sucking and licking his cock until it was completely soft. As I did this he told me that I had done very good for my first time.
For the next hour John and I lay on the bed talking and drinking beer. When we finished our drinks John asked me if I would like him to make love to me again before he took me back to my dorm. I said that I would like that very much. So I had intercourse for the second time in my life then John drove me home.
A few days later John called me and asked if I would like to come out to his place again. I said that I would and he arranged to pick me up that evening.
When we got to his house there was another car in the driveway. I asked who's car it was and John said it belonged to his wife. I asked, "Aren't you worried that your wife will come over to see what you are doing in your office with a young coed?"
John said, "No. Janet never comes up here unless I invite her up."
"Do you have women up her often?"
"Not as often as I would like."
"Does your wife know what you are doing?"
"Yes, she knows. We have an understanding. Don't get me wrong, we love each other but... Well let's just say we both have outside interests."
That night John taught me more about how to please a man with my mouth and he pleasured me with his. These visits to John's study became a routine part of my life for the next year and a half.
One night about six months after my first visit I arrived at John's office to find Garrett, John's graduate assistant sitting at the desk grading papers. I had come to look forward to these visits so I wasn't pleased to find Garrett in the office.
John handed me a beer and I sat reading a magazine while Garrett and John went over the papers on the desk. Finally I heard John say, "That is the last of them. Put the papers back in my brief case and come have a beer with Kay and me."
When Garrett had finished putting the papers away he got a beer out of the refrigerator and came over to sit with us. As we talked and drank I kept wishing that Garrett would hurray up and finish his beer and leave. Then John shocked me by saying, "Garrett, Kay and I are going to have sex now, would you like to stay and join us?"
I couldn't believe it. How could he invite someone else to join us? I wasn't quite sure which emotion was strongest at the moment, anger, fear, or embarrassment. Before I could say anything John said, "You wouldn't mind would you Kay?" I am sure you will find the experience both interesting and enjoyable."
I was about to protest when it occurred to me that John had been my sexual mentor for the last six months and hadn't done anything to hurt me in any way so I decided to trust him again. I looked at Garrett and said, "If you would like to join us it's fine with me."
John took me over to the bed and started kissing me and as he did he began to undress me. When he had me naked he picked me up and laid me on the bed. John kneeled on the bed, opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I took it in my mouth and started to suck him off. This lasted only about a minute then John pulled away from me and said, "Take care of Garrett while I get my clothes off. When John got off the bed I saw Garrett standing behind him. Garrett was naked and his cock, which was slightly longer and thicker that John's was already fully erect. Garrett just stepped up to the bed and pushed his cock into my mouth like he'd been doing it for years.
The size and texture of Garrett's cock was much different than John's and John was right, I found this very interesting. As I sucked on Garrett's cock I began to think of the possibilities with two men in bed and the ideas made me hot.
When John came back to the bed he got between my legs and started giving me oral pleasure while I continued to suck on Garrett's cock. After a short time John got up and said, "I want that mouth on my cock." The John turned me over and had me get on my hands and knees. Then he got in front of me and fed his cock into my mouth. As I ran my tongue around the head of John's cock I felt Garrett's cock sliding around the opening to my pussy. When Garrett pushed his cock inside me I jumped forward and almost choked on John's cock. It took us a couple of minutes to get a rhythm going that worked for all of us. Although I was on the verge of orgasm the whole time Garrett was the first to climax. I felt his hot cum inside me just before John let lose in my mouth. When both men had drained themselves in me we all laid down on the bed for a rest.
John, being the good host got up and got us all a beer then asked me if I had had an orgasm. I told him that I had been close but I didn't. Then John surprised me. He got between my legs and started sucking on my clitoris. I could feel Garrett's semen leaking out of me but that didn't bother John. The idea of him eating my cum fill pussy along with the pleasurable feeling he was giving me cause me to orgasm in just a few minutes.
After that we just kind of played with each other. I played with their cocks and they played with my breasts and pussy. Garrett was the first to get a full erection. As I was stroking Garrett's cock John said, "I want to watch Garrett fuck you." Then John lay down on his back and asked me to straddle him so that my pussy was above his face and my face was above his cock. John then told me to suck on his cock and as I was doing this I felt Garrett pushing his cock inside me. At one point the sensations I was feeling were different from any I had felt before. I lifted myself up and looked back between my legs and saw John licking my clitoris and Garrett's shaft while Garrett stroked his cock in and out of me. As soon as I realized what I was looking at I began to orgasm. Only a moment or two later Garrett started to spew his cum inside me and John continued his licking and sucking from underneath us.
When Garrett pulled his cock out of me John kept right on eating me so I went back to sucking on his cock until we both had orgasms. We were all pretty much spent after that so we called it a night.
Over the next year Garrett joined us several more times but most of the time it was just John and me. I suspected, although I never asked John about it, that John and Garrett had a few 'meetings' without me. I didn't really care one way or the other. I was learning about sex and my sexuality while being kept satisfied and there were no romantic complications. John loved his wife, in his way, and wasn't interested in anything more than a little sex on the side and I just wanted sex without complications.
On the night before graduation John invited me to his house for dinner. When I got there I was surprised to find that it was dinner for three. When I came into the house John introduced me to his wife Janet. Janet was an attractive woman, late thirties, about five feet five inches tall which is about two inches shorter then me, and slender. Her hair was dark brown, like mine only darker. She had large dark brown eyes and a beautiful complexion.
As she greeted me I tried to spot any indication of resentment toward me but there was none. In fact she was very warm and friendly. As it turned out we had a good meal with good wine and great conversation. Janet turned out to be a very interesting, multitalented person. She was a writer and an artist. She had painted all of the landscape paintings that I had seen hanging in John's office. She was knowledgeable in many subjects without being arrogant or a know-it-all.
After dinner I helped Janet clean up the kitchen. As we worked she said, "At dinner you said that you wanted to try writing for television, is that correct?"
"Yes. It's just an idea that came to me over the last year. I don't know if I would be any good at it but I want to try it."
"You know it's not like any other business. You can't just walk into a studio office and say you want to apply for a writing job," Janet said.
I said that I knew that and was hoping to get some internships or production assistant jobs while I take some script writing courses and then I will start sending my scripts around. I was wondering if Janet was trying to discourage me or just make sure that I was being realistic.
"I may be able to help you there. I have a friend who is an exec at NBC and I happen to know that she is looking for an assistant. If you do well in a position like that, it opens up all kinds of opportunities for you. Would you like me to call her?"
I said, "Would you really do that for me? That would be fantastic."
"When would you be available to start a new job?"
I said, "Is tomorrow to soon? Actually I was planning on going home for a couple of weeks after graduation but if I have a chance at a job I would be more than willing to just stay out here."
When we had the kitchen spotless Janet said, "Why don't you go and talk with John, I have to run upstairs for a minute."
John was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper and listening to a recording of some opera I didn't recognize. When I entered the room he looked up and asked, "Did you and Janet have a good conversation?"
I said, "Yes, very. I really like her. You know, she offered to try and help me get a job with a friend of hers."
John smiled and said, "I'm not surprised. I knew you two would hit it off." Then John started telling me about something he was reading in the paper.
Janet came into the room about a half hour later with a big smile on her face and said,
Kay, you need to be more careful about what you ask for, because you might get it. You have an interview on Tuesday with my friend at NBC." Janet then handed me a piece of paper with the name and address of her friend along with directions and the time of the appointment.
I tried to think of something to say that would convey my appreciation but Janet said "Your welcome. I was glad that I could help. You want to pay me back? Just be successful."
After that we sat and talked for another hour. Then I got up and said, "I've intruded on you long enough. It's about time I head back to campus."
John said, "You're not going to leave are you? We were hoping you would spend the night with us."
I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't just offering to let me sleep in their guest room. I look at Janet and she smiled at me.
"We would like you to stay. I think you might find it interesting and enjoyable. But if you're not comfortable about this we understand."
I knew immediately what John and Janet had in mind and I wasn't sure if I wanted or was ready for anything like that. As I was contemplating this Janet came over and kissed me on the mouth. Not hard, just a light brush of her lips against mine. I suddenly saw myself as the surprised woman in the picture that John had showed me.
Janet kissed me again and said, "You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.
We just want you to join us and see what happens."
I could feel the heat between my legs. I put on a shy innocent act and said, "Well if you really want me to stay, I guess I can."
At this point John came over and took me by the arm and Janet took my other arm and they lead me to their bedroom. Once in the bedroom Janet began kissing John. As they were kissing John signaled me to join them. It started out with John alternately kissing me then Janet and slowly evolved to Janet kissing me and then John kissing me then I kissed Janet.
While Janet and I were kissing John stepped back and got undressed. When he was naked he got on the bed and called to us, "How about you two beauties coming over here and sucking my cock.
Janet and I did as John asked and started taking turns sucking him. After several minutes of this John pulled me up and began kissing me as he opened my blouse and Janet continued to suck on his cock. Soon John had my blouse and bra off and her was sucking on my breasts. I put my head back and enjoyed the sensation of John's mouth sucking on my nipples. Then suddenly I felt another pair of lips on my breasts. I opened my eyes and saw John sucking on my right breast and Janet was sucking on my left. As they continued giving attention to my breasts John unzipped my slacks and started working them off of me. While John worked at pulling my pants off, Janet got up and stripped off her clothes.
I had never admired another woman's body before, but Janet was stunning. Her breasts were firm and high and her waist was narrow with nice smooth hips and a rounded but firm looking bottom.
Now we were all naked. John and Janet got on the bed on either side of me and started kissing me and rubbing my breasts.
When the two of them had me at the edge of orgasm, John got off the bed and said, "Before I put my cock inside you I want to watch Janet give you an orgasm."
I was a little scared about the idea of another woman making love to me but I was so hot I didn't want anything to stop. Janet began by tongue kissing me. Then she kissed me all over me face and put her tongue inside my ear. She kissed her way down my neck and over my breasts giving my sensitive nipples a lot of attention. Janet then lifted my arm and kissed me in the armpit. I couldn't believe she did that, and I couldn't believe how good it felt.
Janet then kissed her way down over my stomach and through my neatly trimmed triangle. Janet got down between my legs then looked straight into my eyes as she ran her tongue over my vulva. It felt like little shocks of electricity as her tongue spread my lips and touched me inside. Within two minutes Janet brought me to a screaming orgasm.
As I lay there in the afterglow of my orgasm I watched Janet get off the bed and kiss John on the mouth. I watched as they kissed each other and John cleaned my juices off Janet's face. Janet then sat on the edge of the bed and began sucking on John's cock. After a couple of minutes of this John said, "I'm ready." then he started to climb onto the bed.
As John got onto the bed, Janet held his cock in her hand and continued to hold it as John got on top of me. When he was in place, Janet guided John's cock into my wet pussy. As he pushed it inside me Janet removed her hand. The feel of John's cock inside me was getting me hot again.
Because of the big orgasm I just had with Janet I wasn't ready to climax when John did. His cock felt great inside me but it didn't bring me off. John stayed on top of me pumping until his erection was completely gone then he rolled off me.
It seemed like no sooner had John removed his cock from my pussy than Janet replaced it with her tongue. Janet worked at my pussy until she he sucked up most of John's cum and continued until I had another shuttering orgasm.
After that we all rested for a while. Then John asked me if I would like to taste Janet. I said, "I don't know if I can do that."
"You don't have to do anything you are uncomfortable with but would you like to at least try."
I said, "Well I guess I can try."
Janet was laying on the bed with her feet pulled back so that her knees were in the air and she spread her legs to I could get between then. I was lying on my stomach with my head between Janet's legs looking, for the first time, at another woman's vagina. I always thought that it would be repulsive to see someone else's pussy up close. I was surprised to find that I liked getting this close a view. Janet had a lot of dark hair above her pussy. He vulva was rounded with small hairs, more like fuzz all over it. The lips were closed tightly put I could see a drop of moisture at the bottom of her slit, indicating that she was very aroused.
I moved in a little closer and now I could smell her sex. The scent was not unpleasant but I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I guess her scent made me think 'If I do this does it make me a lesbian?' I think I knew the right answer, but the question scared me. I tried to push that thought out of my head. I moved in a little closer and when I did I noticed that Janet's lips opened slightly and her juices ran out and down the valley between her cheeks. It was probably a very erotic scene but I just couldn't do it.
I sat up and apologized for not being able to do for her what she had done for me. Both John had Janet told me it was okay. John said, "We told you didn't have to do anything you were uncomfortable with."
After that John went down and brought Janet to orgasm orally and then he mounted her and gave her the same pleasures he had given me earlier. We played around a little after that but soon we were all asleep.
In the morning we all had breakfast together but we didn't talk about the previous night's activities. When I got ready to leave I think we all knew that we might never see each other again, although we all avoided saying it out loud. I hugged and kissed John and thanked him for the education he had given me and then I hugged Janet and thanked her for getting me the interview with NBC then I hugged her again and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry about last night. You are a beautiful woman, and if I was ever going to make love to another woman I would want it to be you."
Janet kissed me on the mouth and said, "If you ever get curious and want to try again I am here for you." She kissed me again and then I left.
I often thought of John and Janet. When I did I always thought of how close I had come to going down on Janet's pussy. I can easily picture her pussy in my head. A lot of times I wish I had done it just for the experience.
After graduation things went great. I found out one of my friends was getting an apartment in Los Angeles and was looking for a room mate so I moved in with her. I got the job at NBC and was having a ball. I got to go to parties and meet celebrities. The one thing that was lacking was a man I could love. I was dating but I couldn't find anyone I was interested in.
The following summer I went home for a visit. I had been home a few days and was sitting on the front porch when Eric pulled into his parent's driveway next door. I hadn't seen Eric in nearly three years. He seemed to be as happy to see me, as I was to see him. We talked excitedly about what we had been doing since we had last seen each other. After a while Eric said, "I am really glad you're hear. I was planning on coming over to see you parents and ask them for your address."
I was thinking to myself 'This sounds good.'
Then Eric said, "I am getting married in the fall and I wanted you to be in the wedding."
I was only a little disappointed. I had pretty much gotten over my crush on him three years ago.
"You want me to be in your wedding? What do you want me to do be the best man?"
"I... I mean we want you to be a brides maid," he said.
"Doesn't the bride usually ask her friends to do that?"
He said, "Well yes but I told Pam that you are the closest thing I have to a sister and I wanted you to be part of the wedding."
"And she agreed to this?"
"Of course. The wedding will be in San Diego in October. How soon can you come down to meet Pam?"
We made plans for me to come to San Diego for a weekend in July to meet Pam and talk about the wedding plans.
Later after Eric had gone into his parent's house I tried to decide how I felt about Eric's getting married. I was pleased to find that I didn't seem to care.
I drove down to San Diego on a beautiful Saturday morning and went straight to the address that Eric had given me for Pam's apartment. When I rang the door bedoorbelld a voice inside yell "I be right there."
I waited about a half minute then the door opened. Standing inside the door was a large woman.
She was at least six feet two inches tall and looked like she might weigh about 190 pounds. She didn't appear to be fat, just big. Before I could say anything she said, "You must be Kay. Been expecting you. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. You want a drink or something?"
Once I was inside I was able to get a better look at her. She had short blonde hair, which made her already large head seam even bigger. She looked muscular, like she worked out. She was wearing a San Diego State sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders, which accentuated the size of her arms. To complete her ensemble she was wearing spandex shorts, which came to mid thigh and were so tight that I could see the folds of her vagina right through the thin material.
She was bare foot, which was no treat to see either. Her feet were huge.
I sat on the sofa and watched the large muscles on the back of her legs flex as she carried a basket of laundry up the stairs and disappeared around the corner. As I looked around the messy apartment I couldn't help but wonder what Eric saw in this woman. I wasn't sure now if I wanted any part of this wedding.
Just then the door opened and Eric walked in. He came over and kissed me and said, "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived. I wanted to be here when you met Pam. What did you think of her, she's great isn't she?"
Wow! How was I going to respond? "Yea, she's great."
Then I heard the heaving pounding of her coming back down the stairs. I was getting really uncomfortable. How could I spend a weekend talking about a wedding with these two?
When she came into the room she said, "Hey charmer, how's it hanging?" I was hoping that she was addressing Eric and not me.
Eric said, "I'm great how are you Barb? Have you met Kay yet?"
"Well, yea. Who do you think let her in? Pam's out shopping."
"She left Kay here alone with you. I surprised Kay didn't run back up to LA."
They both laughed and Barb said, "Pam left before Kay got hear. She expected to be back buy now."
Eric looked at me and started laughing, "You thought Barb was Pam didn't you?"
I said, "Well, yes. Barb didn't tell me her name so I just assumed."
Barb started laughing and said, "I don't know if being mistaken for Pam is a complement or an insult."
Eric said, "Believe me, it's a complement." Then Eric turned to me and said, "This rather large woman is an All American guard on the San Diego State women's basket ball team and she is also Pam's sister. And beneath her rough exterior is one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet."
Barb said, "Damn you Eric, I was all set to hate you again today then you have to say something nice. Oh well, I'll just hate you tomorrow instead."
Barb came over and offered me her hand. As we shook hands she said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. I could tell you were shock when you saw me so I knew that you must have thought I was Pam so I just played along. Anyway, it's nice to meet you and if you are anything like the way he described you we'll get along great."
Pam walked in as we were all laughing about Barb making me think she was Pam. Pam was tall, but not as tall as Barb and not nearly as heavy. She was about five feet eight inches tall and maybe 130 pounds. She had long blonde hair, which reached halfway, down her back and her body was athletic and well toned. All in all she was a very attractive woman. As Eric introduced us I felt a pang of jealousy.
Pam gave me a very warm greeting and I could tell that she was a friendly, outgoing person. But I also sensed that she was trying to judge me. Perhaps she was a little jealous of me too. One can only hope.
Pam asked what everyone was laughing about when she came in and Barb explained it to her. I was glad to see that she had a sense of humor.
That afternoon we drove over to Coronado Island and had lunch at an Irish Pub a few blocks from the Del Coronado Hotel. During lunch when Pam and Eric were in a deep conversation about something important like the color of the ribbons on the knife for cutting the cake, I asked Barb if she was going to be the maid of honor.
Barb laughed and said, "No. I'm not in the wedding."
I said, "You're the brides sister and you're not in the wedding?"
"Pam wanted me to be maid of honor but I said I didn't want to be in the wedding. Can you imagine me, with this body in one of those brides' maids' gowns. I'd look like a clown."
I said "Don't you know that all brides maids look like clowns. They're supposed to. The brides maids wear those ugly dresses so that they make the bride look more beautiful by comparison."
Barb laughed and said, "I like you."
"Really, if it's not to late you should be in the wedding. Those two are the ones getting married, we just dress up in a funny looking gowns and party all day."
"Well when you put it that way."
We suddenly realized that Pam and Eric had stopped talking and were listening to us. Pam said, "Barb, are you going to change your mind?"
Barb asked, "Is it too late?"
"No. I was hoping you'd change your mind. I haven't asked anyone else to be maid of honor yet."
Barb said, Okay, then I'll do it."
Pam said "Great." Then she looked at me and said, "Thanks. I've been trying to get her to say yes for a month. I appreciate it."
I made several more trips to San Diego that summer and early fall. Pam and I became friends. Not close friends but we could sit and talk and be comfortable together. I could still feel something from Pam as though she wasn't ready to trust me and this annoyed me a little. Sometimes I thought that maybe it was just me but when I was with her I was sure I was right.
During that time Barb and I became very good friends. We managed to make each other laugh which was good when you're around when a wedding is being planned.
The week before the wedding Pam starting acting really strange toward me. She was a little cold and anytime I tried to talk to Eric she was right there as if she was afraid of what I might say. By the time Friday rolled around I was pissed.
That night Pam had a bachelorette party and John had his bachelor party. I don't know why but Pam started to get on my nerves that night. I suspect now that it was more in my head than anything Pam actually did, but that night I wanted to hurt her somehow.
When the party broke up I decided that I had to talk to Eric. I didn't know what I wanted to say but I had to see him. I was pretty drunk, so that probably had something to do with my behavior.
I drove over to Eric's apartment and waited in my car until he came home from his party. He came home around 1:30 AM. As soon as he was inside his apartment I went over and knocked on the door. I don't know when the idea came to me but as soon as Eric closed the door behind me I grabbed him and kissed him. Then I said, "I am the condemned man's last meal or in this case last fuck."
I kissed him again and he kissed me back. I ran my hand down to his crotch and squeezed his cock. When I felt it respond in my hand I dropped down in front of him and opened his pants and pulled them down. His cock was already starting to get aroused and I just put it into my mouth.
Eric just stood there holding my head as I sucked his cock.
After a few minutes Eric reached down and pulled me to my feet. I thought he was going to through me out of his apartment but instead he carried me to his bedroom and dropped me on the bed. We were both pretty drunk so we fumbled around with our clothes and finally were able to get them off. I climbed on top on Eric and took his cock in my hand and guided it to my wet pussy and pressed myself down on it. As drunk as we were we had a hard time getting a good rhythm going. It seemed like we were always moving in opposition to each other. In spite of that Eric erupted inside of me. Although I didn't have an orgasm I had a good time anyway. Shortly afterward Eric fell asleep and I fumbled around in the dark and got my clothes back on and left.