Chapter 3: Getting Started With A BJ For Joe

Before she could say anymore, I waved to them both and hustled down the creaky stairs and out the door to where there were two impatient people waiting for me - Nancy and MJ.

“Sorry, I had to finish something,” I panted from the exertion of hustling so fast outside. Somehow I managed not to burst out laughing.

“It’s OK, Joe just called to say he was late so it probably works out for the best anyway,” Nancy answered. “What exactly did you have to finish?”

Nancy was NOT aware in any way, shape or form of what me and my family did sexually. For that matter, Beth was the only one who did and even she didn’t find out until a couple years ago. I could still taste my dad’s cum in my mouth and I almost found myself laughing at the thought of what she would say if I told her the truth? Well, I didn’t, needless to say.

“Just a project my dad was working on,” I said vaguely. In a way, it wasn’t exactly a lie, even if a few details were missing.

“One of your airplanes?” Nancy came back.

God, she as a chatterbox this afternoon. My dad and I flew model airplanes - the kind with four to six foot wingspans. Being I was the only girl into the local club I was never hurting for anyone to help me out!

“Yeah, he was having a hard time getting something off,” I replied. I had to turn away so she wouldn’t see my trying not to smile. Well, I had better be careful before I got TOO clever with my answers and gave something away.

By then we were getting close to Joe’s house and I saw his car parked on the street. MJ honked briefly and surprisingly, Joe came out the front door almost immediately. Wow, the boy was finally starting to learn to be on-time. I used to tease him that the only thing he ever did early was cum in my mouth!

With the four of us packed in MJ’s car, it was about an hour’s drive to Wheeling during which we talked about their engagement and upcoming wedding plans. It had been years since I had seen MJ and to be honest, I was more interested in the honeymoon plans after getting an eyeful of him. The guy was still a hunk! Unfortunately, it seemed all he had eyes for was Nancy - to the point Nancy had to yell at him to watch the road more than a few times when he would start to drift over into the other lane.

In the meantime, Joe was in the backseat with me but during the trip we just talked and didn’t even sit up against each other. I would say it was familiarity breeding contempt, but more like we knew each other so well that any thrill from paying in the backseat had disappeared years ago. Typically when we went out it was either for a pleasant evening of perhaps dinner and a movie, or we just skipped the pleasantries simply went straight to bed at his house or mine. It worked for both of us so I didn’t complain.

By the time we got there, the weekend crowd had already begun together and it took a while to wind around the parking garage until we found a spot. Once settled in, we left our stuff in the trunk and hiked our way in. MJ and Nancy had their arms around each other, looking like a three-legged race more than anything while Joe simply took me by the hand.

“You’d never know they just got engaged,” Joe joked quietly to me as we followed a few step behind. Then he looked down at me (he was about six inches taller than me - WITH heels). “Damn, have I told you that you really look hot today?”

I smiled, wanting to say he was not only late telling me, but he wasn’t even the first. Joe dropped my hand and reached for my ass. I didn’t try to escape him, instead allowing him to palm my tight butt with his hand like a basketball.

“God, I LOVE your ass, you know that?” he murmured, giving it an extra hard squeeze.

I smiled even more this time. If there was one thing I knew, it was Joe loved my ass. He was always touching it, squeezing it, and when he could, kissing it and rubbing his hard dick against it. He had long given up trying to get me to do anal but I knew if I ever so much as breathed that I was interested he would have his dick up in me so fast I wouldn’t know what was happening. Well, actually I was sure I WOULD know exactly what was happening which is why I wouldn’t let him do it!

“Better than Nancy’s?” I teased.

He squeezed my ass again, as if he was testing it to be sure, like my mother checking out a melon in the grocery store. Then he looked ahead at Nancy, as if he could tell how her ass looked through the loose shirt she was wearing.

“Yeah, I think so,” he answered rather nonchalantly.

“You THINK so!” I blurted, feigning anger.

Joe laughed, obviously quite pleased with himself for supposedly teasing me. Then he leaned over so he could whisper in my ear.

“Wait until later and I’ll show you just how much I REALLY admire it!”

By now we were inside and after showing our ID’s (why do they always look at mine like it’s a fake?) we entered the casino. The noise of the slot machines hit me like a physical blow and the flashing lights and bright signs drew me like a moth to a flame. It seemed every sort of person imaginable was there; young, old, pretty, ugly, rich, poor. Some people were dressed like bums while others wore diamonds and fancy dresses. Most people just looked like typical town folk in jean or pants. The majority were older while those our age were a clear minority.

If there is one thing I love, it’s to walk into a crowded bar, or in this case a casino, and have every guy there stare at me when they notice me entering. God, it makes me feel so incredible hot and sexy! Joe seemed to sense it as well as he subconsciously drew me closer to him, like he was keeping for his own like he was shepherding a lamb through a pack of wolves. Only difference was this lamb enjoyed the wolves. It was like their eyes were boring through my clothes, as if I wasn’t already showing enough ass to get me thrown out of many places and my nipples were popping out like headlights from the rush I was feeling. I wondered how many of them were wishing they could take me to a room and fuck me! Most of them if the way they were looking at me meant anything at all.

As many times as I’ve been to a casino, I still have no idea how to play most of the games - or at least how to play them with any sense of trying to win. Sure, everyone knows how to play blackjack but I never win. The roulette tables LOOK easy but obviously not based on how money is lost whenever I watch. Then there’s craps, which totally befuddles me. Slot machines are fun but there’s a reason they are called “one-arm bandits” even if their “arms” have been replaced with buttons. For me, the fun isn’t the gambling, it’s being with someone and watching the other people. Of course, there’s always the extra fun and flirting and teasing.

It was sort of fun to watch Joe and MJ. Each of them considered themselves “pros” with their own “systems”. To be fair, neither of them seemed to be working very well but it was their money. Nancy and I played the roles of supportive girlfriends, cheering them on when they won and consoling them when they lost (which was most of the time). Eventually we decided to get something to eat so Joe took us to the buffet where his comps got us in for free - cool!

After dinner, Nancy and MJ announced their intentions to try out the roulette games. As they walked off, arm-in-arm like they were engaged, Joe looked at me, waiting for me to decide what to do next. Well, the roulette table was about the last thing on my mind.

“You know, I could use some dessert,” I said seductively.

“Oh? Why don’t you get some then. I don’t mind waiting,” he answered without seeing to give it much thought

Men! Sometimes you have to hit them over the head with a sledge hammer it seems. Did I have to spell it out for him? Apparently so.

“I was thinking of something NOT on the menu,” I said softly, reaching for his crotch as we sat in the booth.

“Ahhhhhh, THAT dessert,” he said with a grin, although he was looking around to make sure nobody saw me massaging his dick through his jeans.

Well duh, what other dessert would I want? I remembered when we entered the casino that after we got off the escalators there were a number of conference rooms off to the side near the restrooms. They hadn’t looked busy and so an idea came to mind.

“C’mon, I have someplace in mind,” I suggested.

Joe followed me out of the buffet area, shaking his head at my eagerness. Yeah, as if he didn’t want it as badly as I did. After spending a couple of hours being stared at and groped, I was hungry in a way no buffet could ever satisfy. It seemed the closer we got the more all I could think about was his dick hiding behind the jeans like some snake waiting to emerge from its den. Only this snake got bigger and fatter when it was excited!

Joe didn’t seem to understand where I was going but once we got to the conference room area he finally seemed to catch on. I peeked into one of the rooms and saw it was empty with just a couple of overhead lights on. The chairs were stacked to one side while the tables were on the other. There really wasn’t any place to hide behind but the place was deserted and who would be coming in on a Sunday evening anymore? Even so, Joe didn’t seem all too sure about it.

“Hey, why don’t I check in and we go to a room instead of here?” he suggested after going the place a one-over.

“Ahhhhhh, where’s your sense of adventure?” I taunted him.

“Well, what if someone comes in?” he whined.

I giggled and put my finger to my mouth saying, “And so what if they do?”

We closed the door behind us and Joe looked at me with a smile on his face. “God, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?” he chuckled, “Still out to be naughty all the time, eh?”

I pointed at his obvious erection in his jeans and grinned saying, “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re too upset about it.”

Joe looked down at his crotch where his dick was struggling to be released. Then he pulled me over to the side so that if someone SHOULD come in, they might not notice us right away, if at all with the lights as dim as they were.

“OK, so have it your way,” he said, “What are you waiting for?”

A huge grin popped on my face that I couldn’t have wiped away if I tried. Yeah, like I was waiting to suck his dick. I’d show him!

“Here, let’s get that bad boy out of there,” I murmured, undoing his buckle and snap, then unzipping his pants and spreading the top open to reveal his white Jockey underwear. “Mmmmmmm, I’ve been waiting all day for this,” I said softly as I pulled his dick out from his underwear, pushing his jeans down along with them to reveal his wonderfully hairy crotch.