A Perfect Combination by zildjian
“You want another beer, Jess?”
I glanced up from my empty bottle, “Sure, why not? I feel like getting completely wasted tonight.” I set my chin back down on my folded arms and tried to concentrate on the game. I had been staring at the TV for two periods now and somehow the Canucks had scored yet another goal without my realizing it. C’est la vie, Colorado was still up by two. I nodded in appreciation as my beer was set down before me.
For the past two hours I had been ignoring the different people in the bar. Some of them I knew, and some were just hoping to score with the chick drinking alone. I would just ignore their feeble attempts at conversation and turn down the free drinks. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t depressed, I just wasn’t in the mood to be bothered. In all honesty my mind was south of my belly button, but a one night stand wasn’t what I was looking for. Especially not with some drunk who would pass out before I was finished.
I drained my beer as Sakic scored goal number four. The bartender brought another without bothering to ask if I wanted it. Good. If I got drunk enough maybe I could just pass out myself. It had been at least 3 months since I’d had sex, and my body was reminding me. My mind had been literally in the gutter for the past few weeks. I had been treating men like nothing more than eye candy. No one was safe. The UPS man, my co- workers, the guy in the car next to mine at a light. My eyes always drifted to the muscles on their chests, their asses, or their crotches. FYI guys, us chicks are just as perverted and crude as you are, most of us just won’t admit it.
Of course I never acted on these urges. I just lay in bed at night, imagining their strong hands pushing me against the bed, their throbbing cocks violating me as I fingered myself or furiously humped my pillow until I climaxed. Then I would roll over and fall into hot sweaty dreams, only to wake up and repeat the whole process a few hours later.
Well, I was getting tired of this reign of celibacy. Even the rub of my panties against my skin would get me wet. If I tried to go braless, my hard nipples were only too obvious to those around me. I needed to get laid. It’s not that I’m ugly, far from it. I have waist length brown hair, big brown eyes, and even bigger tits. My ass was made to be slapped, and I had been described as having ‘perfect blowjob lips’. My problem was and still is the fact that I can’t fuck a complete stranger. I laugh a lot during sex, and I don’t need some prick thinking I’m laughing at him. C’mon guys, why do you have to be so sensitive?
So there I was, sitting in a bar with nothing to look forward to but a night of drunken masturbation. I Picked up my half empty bottle and drained it once more. Damn this Irish blood, it took me way too long to get drunk. The Canucks scored again and I cursed under my breath.
“Hey Baby, what’s your sign?”
Startled I glanced up, trying to think of a witty put down. Beside me sat a gorgeous specimen of manhood. From his short brown hair down to his rock hard ass, perfect. His smiling hazel eyes met mine.
“Hey, Rory. What brings you out of your cave?” Of course I knew him. We’d been friends for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a year or two. We’d hooked up once, both too drunk to remember the details the next morning.
He shrugged. “I was just sitting at home, drinking a beer, when I remembered that you’re not supposed to drink alone. Thought I better get out and find some company.”
I laughed. “Well, you’re welcome to drink with me, not sure if that’s any better for you though.”
I was only too aware of the heat coming off his leg as it rubbed against mine. My eyes drifted down to the noticeable bulge in his pants. I wonder what that would look like hard? I thought. I couldn’t help but imagine his hard body on top of mine.
“So what’s the score?” his voice broke into my thoughts.
“Um…four-two.”
He smiled. “Look at my face when you’re talking to me, I’m a person you know, not a piece of meat here for your enjoyment.” He teased.
On a whim, I rubbed my knuckles across that denim covered bulge. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think you’d mind.” I felt him begin to stiffen.
His eyes widened with surprise. Quickly he regained his composure. “Jess, do you really care who wins this game?”
“Yeah, but I think I can find out the final later.” I watched as he hurriedly pulled a few bills from his wallet, tossing them on the bar. I followed him out into the parking lot.
I accepted his offer for a ride. I could always get my car later. As soon as he slid into the drivers seat I was all over him. He responded well, forcing his tongue into my mouth as his hands slid over my shirt, tweaking my nipples through the thin fabric. He pulled away and began driving. I kept at it, rubbing his crotch and nibbling on his neck. We barely made it into my living room before he pulled my shirt off.
He held me at arms length. “Exactly how much did you drink tonight?” He asked.
Puzzled, I said. “Why?”
“I just want to make sure you remember it this time, babe.”
Laughing I reached down and began unzipping his pants. I watched as his hard cock sprung free. Damn, I didn’t remember this. He had girth as well as length. I couldn’t help but shudder with anticipation. I dropped to my knees.
I took the head in between my lips, gently circling the head with my tongue. I reached down and cupped his balls in one hand, and grabbed the base of his dick with the other. I teased the head for a moment, enjoying the feel of his fat cock in my mouth and the soft groans escaping his lips. Bolder, I began sucking and licking in earnest, letting my teeth scrape gently over the sensitive skin. He tangled his hand in my hair, “Oh goddamn woman. Don’t stop.”
As much as I loved sucking cock, I needed to get mine and this was just making me hornier. I could tell he was about to cum, and I was torn between letting his jiz shoot down my throat or having him fill my wet cunt. He gave me no choice. In a few seconds I felt his hot cum pumping into my mouth. Still stroking his dick with my mouth, I swallowed. When I couldn’t handle anymore, I pulled back. The last few drops splattered across my face. I smiled up at his shuddering body.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” He pulled me to my feet. “But I think its your turn now.” He wiped the errant droplets from my cheek. Then, surprising me completely, he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He threw me on the bed. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, admiring the strong muscles under the hair on his chest. Violently, he pulled my jeans off, leaving me in nothing but my white cotton panties.
He began rubbing my pussy through the sheer fabric. I knew my panties were soaking wet with my juices. With a sudden movement he ripped them off. I watched him drop the torn fabric on the ground. He began teasing my cunt with his fingers, gently pinching my clit. He ran his fingers up and down my moist slit, circling my asshole before returning to his starting point. I leaned my head back, abandoning myself to whatever he had in mind.