When we started this slutty little adventure, I’d made one thing I wanted out of it crystal clear: someone we could text/call up & trust to come over to fuck me without making a scene or causing suspicion. Someone who could take me out alone if W was busy/uninterested in sexual shenanigans that day. Our permanent living situation isn’t exactly ideal for our now-permanent lifestyle so someone I want to keep around long term is a pretty tall order.
Have I mentioned I’m weirdly lucky yet?
In waltzes B. A 23 yr old who I was so sure was actually 25 (spoiler, he isn’t) who was just my type. He pops up in my messages with a screenname I can’t resist (and won’t post here since it’s very much one he uses other places) and one of the most perfect dicks I’ve seen in my entire life. And doing camming/porn for over a decade, you see a LOOOOT of dick so I won’t claim I’m an expert yet, but I know pretty, fulfilling cock when I see it.
We meet up with him at some overpriced college bar after our first choice of venue turned out to be WAY too overpopulated with children for a Saturday night & have a couple drinks as we a watch an overpriced soon-to-be bride walk around with a bouquet of lollipops asking people if they “want a suck for a buck”. The whole game being that her and her fiancé race to see who can con the most money out the people in the bar to pay for dinner.
Life has a weirdly funny way of showing me things at just the right time for them to be genuinely hilarious.
I made a comment to our new friend B that the last bachelorette party we saw on *our* side of town, the bride and her friends were taking turns drunkenly swinging around a foot long dildo as they hit on/harassed the various bartenders and loudly screeched with joy.
“Yeah, that sounds a lot more fun than whatever this is. How can you even have a bachelorette party WITHOUT a foot long dildo to whip out and helicopter?” is one of the sentences that came out of B’s mouth that made sure my pussy would be the next thing in it.
He was so sweet, extremely cute, a little goofy and little bit of an asshole. Turns out, that’s the perfect combination to make me drip. The next thing I knew we were running to the store to grab more vodka for me & after that a hotel for everyone.
We walked into the grocery store and I quickly grabbed everything we’d need to finish off the evening with a bang. I ran around quietly giggling like an idiot while W trailed behind with a smirk on his face. We meet up at the hotel with B waiting patiently outside. We stood back as W booked the room, talking shit about whatever we can come up with to pass the time. I stood there with a stupid grin on my face, mentally undressing him and deciding what I wanted to do with him once we got up to the room.
I had absolutely no fucking idea what I was in for.