Chapter 4

During the holiday break I expected that my sex life would be limited to Billy, Jimmy and occasionally Bert, but it turned out that I was wrong.

The company Christmas party was held on a Friday night and one of the guys in the mailroom asked me to go with him. I spent most of Thursday and Friday trying to make up my mind as to whether to give it up to him or not and it turned out that I wasted a lot of time on the subject. He was passed out drunk two hours into the party.

Mom wasn't there because dad's company party was the same night. The plan was to go to his party, stay a while and then come to our party. Mark, Alan and Sam all asked me to dance and I did dance with each of them a couple of times. Mark and Sam just danced with me, but Alan went out of his way to poke his hard cock into every time he had a chance. He also played with my boobs and my ass a bit and I didn't fight it because he wasn't going to get anywhere. He was just going to end up going home with a case of blue balls. At least that is what I thought.

I was coming back from the ladies room and was walking by the coatroom when Alan grabbed me and pulled me inside. He was pretty quick – I had to give him that – and he had my skirt up, my panties pulled aside and a finger in my pussy before I could say:

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I've waited a long time for this. You've teased the hell out of me for months and now it's my time."

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I was probably as ready for it s he was and I didn't offer any resistance. He took his cock out and I leaned forward and swallowed the head and then the dick-head went and ruined it.

"That's it you little whore. I knew you were a little cock-teasing slut who really wanted some cock."

I bit down hard and he yelped and jerked back and my teeth scraped his dick as he pulled it out of my mouth and he yelped again and called me a fucking bitch. I stood up and said:

"Next time ask asshole."

I was straightening my dress as he stormed out of the room. Seconds later I followed him out and as I was turning to go back to the table where I was sitting a voice from behind me said:

"Whatever you did in there didn't seem to make Alan happy."

I turned and saw Bob Oldham.

"Hopefully I taught him some manners."

"It seems that you take after your mother in that respect. I haven't taken the time to get to know you since you came to work here. Can this old man get a dance?"

"I don't know. Can I trust you?"

"Now why would you say something like that?"

"My mother told me to watch myself around you. She told me that you had a thing for younger ladies."

"Alas, your mother knows me too well. She is probably afraid that I'll offer to show you my etchings."

"Oh? You have etchings? I've never seen etchings."

I thought I'd have a little fun and tease one of my mother's lovers so I said:

"Too bad you can't leave your own party because I would really like to see some etchings."

And then he caught me off guard.

"Oh but I can leave the party long enough to show you my etchings. I have an apartment here in the hotel for nights when I work late or have to entertain guests from out of town."

He offered me his arm and said, "Come along and I'll show you my collection."

I was caught so all I could do was take his arm and go with him. In the elevator I wondered if he was going to try to seduce me and I wondered what I should do if he did. It would be a kick doing one of mother's lovers and after all I had considered doing Mark, Alan and Sam (or all three), but I wasn't all that sure that mom would be happy about it if she found out. The question that was weighing on me the most as the elevator went up was how would Mr. Oldham take it if I shot him down? Would he take it out on my mom? I was another one of those 'damned if you do and damned if you don't' situations that I seemed to keep getting into.

We got off the elevator on the eighth floor and Mr. Oldham led me to apartment 8B. We entered and he closed the door behind us. He hit a light switch and the lights came on and I saw that the walls were covered with pictures in frames.

"Do you really want to se etchings my dear?"

There it was! Fish or cut bait time. I turned to him and kissed him. When I took my lips from his I said:

"Maybe later."

He smiled and said, "You are just so much like your mother" and he led me to his bedroom where I found out why my mother spent so much time with him. I'd had dozens and dozens of cocks since Mr. Jamison took my cherry, but Bob was my first ten incher. I had my hand on it when I asked:

"How long can we be gone Mr. Oldham?"

"I think that under the circumstances you can call me Bob and to answer to your question the time doesn't matter. I disappear from these things all the time so I won't be noticed and I saw your date for the evening all ready passed out so I'd say we have a good half hour to forty minutes. Think that will be enough time?"

"For our first time maybe."

He chuckled and said, "Oh yes indeed my dear; you are definitely your mother's daughter."

I went to my knees in front of him and took his magnificent cock in my hands. He was hard, rock hard, and it was for me. I leaned forward and licked the length of him and then parted my lips and took him in my mouth. He was so big that my jaws started to ache almost immediately. I tried to suck him, but it hurt to the point that there was no pleasure in it. I pulled my mouth off of him and said:

"Now; I need you in me now."

He pulled me to my feet and led me to the bedroom and lifted me onto the bed. I pulled my dress up to my waist as he pulled my panties off. He got between my legs, pressed his cock against my pussy and pressed. I moaned as the head entered me.

"So big!" I gasped as he pressed forward stretching me like I'd never been stretched before. Bob started pumping, short little strokes to help me get used to his size and as I got used to it I moaned;

"More, I want more."

I squealed as he pushed in a little deeper and then I was moaning, "Oh yes, oh fuck yes, fuck me lover, fuck me."

Bob picked up the pace. Faster and harder his cock plunged into my pussy and I was calling out "Oh yes, oh God yes" as my body built toward orgasm. Minutes went by as Bob fucked me hard and fast and then suddenly I was coming. I screamed as my body exploded in a huge orgasm. I dug my nails into Bob's ass and pulled him to me as I cried:

"Give it to me, cum in me."

He slammed deep and hard into me and I felt his cock swell and then the hot spurts of his release. I clung to him as my body shook once more and then I held him until he went soft inside me. Bob pulled out and fell to the bed next to me and said:

"Damn girl; I should have introduced myself to you sooner. Think of all the time that has been wasted."

"I'm willing to play catch up."

He grinned and said "You ready to look at some etchings now?"

"Maybe next time. Right now I think we should be getting back to your party."

"You go first and I'll wait five minutes or so and then follow. When can we do this again?"

"I have to give you my class schedule and work schedule and you will have to make sure that my mom never finds out."

The first person I saw when I got back to the party was my mother. I went to my table and got my drink and then leaving my passed out date in his chair with his head resting on the table I went over and sat down with my mom and dad. She wanted to know where I'd been and I told her I had been outside getting a breath of fresh air. Luckily she was looking the other way when Bob returned so I didn't need to worry about her wondering and maybe putting two and two together and coming up with the right answer.

I danced a couple of times with my dad and a couple of times with other guys. I saw Alan sitting at a large table with Mark, Sam and their wives and when Mark and Sam were out on the dance floor with their mates I went over and sat down at the table with Alan.

"You fucking bitch!" he snarled at me.

"Your own fault Alan. You were seconds away from a pretty good blow job and you had to go and ruin it with that "little whore" and "cock teasing slut" bullshit. I'm not sorry I did it, but some day if you behave and act right I just might kiss it and make it better. Think on that."

I got up and went back to mom's table.

When the party broke up around midnight I left my drunken date where he was and rode home with mom and dad.

The next day mom and dad went Christmas shopping and since Billy was home we ended up in his room for a couple of hours. He tried to get in touch with Bert to ask him to join us, but Bert never answered his cell.

Sunday Billy and I went Christmas shopping and ended up spending five hours in a motel room. Once again Billy tried to reach Bert with no success. He tried Jimmy, but got no answer there either. Billy did his best and I didn't tell him his best, while good, fell short of what I needed that day. I was beginning to see where my mom was coming from. One just wasn't enough.

Monday at work Bob slipped me a key and asked, "Lunch at my apartment? Say about noonish?" I smiled and took the key.

I had 'lunch' with Bob every day for the rest of the week and when I left the house on Saturday to go shopping I somehow ended up at Bob's downtown apartment. Mom wondered how I could spend all day shopping and come home without anything and I passed it off as not finding anything that I liked. A lie naturally since I had found something that I liked very much and it was attached to Bob.

Christmas came and went and New Years was fast approaching. For the first time in years I didn't have a date for New Years Eve. There were plenty of parties I could go to, but I didn't like to go to those types of parties alone. I was just about to the point where I was going to settle for curling up with a book when I got a surprise phone call. It was Ricky and he asked me if I had a date for New Years Eve. I told him that I didn't and he asked me if I would like to go out with him. I said yes and when I hung up I wondered what was up with that? I hadn't heard from him in months and suddenly out of the blue he asks me out.

In the car on the way to the party he was taking me to I asked him straight out what was going on:

"You haven't spoken to me since before school started. I figured you had decided you didn't want a slut in your life."

"True, but you do have to admit that you hit me with a major change in our relationship and it wasn't even a "How would you feel about this" but a flat out "Here is how it is going to be." Frankly, I wasn't even close to being ready for something like that."

"And now?"

"I came to the conclusion that as much as I missed you I was going to have to find out so here we are. I do have one thing though."

"And that is?"

"I always get to be first."

What's the matter? You don't like sloppy seconds?"

"I'll probably get plenty of them. Just because I want to be first doesn't mean that will be the only time that night, but I would like you to be tight at least once and I figure I can only get that if I'm first. Also there is the pride thing."