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KYLE
“You want to fuck my sister, don’t you?”
The question hit me like a ton of bricks as my girlfriend Ashley rode me, grinding her clit on my pubic bone. I was holding her around her hips and helping her plunge up and down on me.
“Go. Ahead. Admit. It. You. Want. To. Fuck. My. Sister!” she panted each word with a thrust of her pelvis.
“Uh, Ash, really, how can you ask me that right now?”
“‘Cause it’s true and I want your dick to get even harder thinking about her,” she groaned as she continued to plunge on me getting closer and closer to her orgasm.
I ignored her response because, first, I wanted Ashley to come and second, it was actually true. I did want to fuck her sister.
—–
I was a senior at State U majoring in physical chemistry, or P-chem as we call it, when I first met Ashley. I was acting as Bob’s wingman at a December pre-law party. He was a bit nervous in social situations at times and I was asked to go along with him and maybe help him meet some new women. As I had been recently dumped by my previous girlfriend, I was more than interested in going. I figured I would help him and maybe get introduced to some women myself.
We both dressed a bit nicer than usual and grabbed a Lyft over to the country club. From all the cars in the parking lot it was obvious the party was a success. Inside there was a decent band playing music several couples were dancing to. There were dozens of students as well as a fair number of faculty standing around talking, drinking or grabbing a bite to eat at the buffet tables. Bob dragged me over to introduce me to his favorite prof who happened to be a stunning, tall blonde woman. We chatted a bit until I noted Bob had snuck away, so I excused myself to go get a drink.
The bar keeper was kept very busy handing out beer and wine as well as making the occasional mixed drink. I stood in the casual line behind an attractive brunette and once she got her wine, she turned abruptly and plowed right into me, spilling her drink all over my shirt.
“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were right there. Oh shit, I hope your clothes are OK.”
“Hey, no biggie. White wine shouldn’t be an issue. Red wine and I would have insisted that you repay me with a date next weekend.”
She paused, looked at me and said, “That’s gotta be the most unique pick-up line I’ve ever heard. Since it’s white wine, I guess I won’t get asked out, huh?”
“No,” I teased, “At least not because of the wine. So, my name’s Kyle. Nice to meet you.”
“Ashley. Nice meeting you.”
“Well, Ashley, can I get you a drink, seeing as how you don’t have one anymore?”
“Yes, thank you. I’ll have a red wine, please,” she said with a tiny wink.
“Oooh, you planning on dumping it on someone?” I asked, grinning at her.
“I might have to if I want to get asked out,” she flirted back.
“OK, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll buy you a white wine if you agree not to dump it on me. Oh, and you need to agree to three dances with me tonight.”
“She looked at me with a bemused look and said, “All right, deal. I’ll grab some munchies and a seat over there.”
I turned to the barkeeper who grinned at me and whispered, “Smooth. Well done.”
I got her wine and my IPA, thanked him with a big tip and headed over to the table Ashley had chosen. “Here’s your wine. I propose a toast to, uh, well, to accidents, may they provide attorneys everywhere with plenty of business.”
She laughed before taking a sip and responded, “So, you think I’m in pre-law, huh?”
“I figured so. I’m not, by the way. I’m in chemistry.”
“Crashing our party?”
“Nope, wingman for Bob. Just thought I’d grab a drink, then I got soaked and now, well, here we are. You?”
“You’re right, I’m in pre-law. Thinking of something boring, like contract law or patent law.”
“Not much into courtroom drama, huh?”
“Nope. The best lawyers do everything they can to stay out of the courtroom. Too risky.”
“I see.”
We sat there for nearly an hour talking and getting to know each other. We joked and she teased me several times. Conversation with her was both easy and stimulating. I realized it was great fun to relax and be with someone when there weren’t any big expectations. As the evening wore on and the crowd thinned a bit, she scooted her chair closer to mine, leaned over to my ear and whispered, “I seem to remember my part of the deal was to not spill wine on you…”
“And you haven’t. Thank you.”
“…and to dance three times with you.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re right. Madam, would you care to dance with me this evening?”
“I’d be delighted,” she answered and held out her hand. I escorted her to the dance floor in time for the next set of tunes. The band was pretty good and they cranked out some oldies that were fun to dance to. A few times I grabbed her hand and spun her around to her laughter and obvious enjoyment.
As the third tune was a slow one, I held out my hand which she took as she came up close to me. I lightly laid my other hand across her lower back and we began to dance a few millimeters apart. I’d learned a long time before many women want to be the ones to dictate how close they dance with men. If I left a tiny gap, I wouldn’t appear to be a lecher and would allow the woman to close the gap, should she desire.
Halfway through the tune she snuggled up closer until I could feel her breasts lightly brush my now-dried shirt and chest. She laid her head on my chest and sighed quietly.
“You OK?”
“Yeah, fine. Feels nice to dance with you.”
“Yeah, nice,” I answered.
Once the third song was over, I went to break our embrace when she held onto me and whispered in my ear, “How about another one?” I was thrilled, nodded yes and pulled her back to me for another slow tune.
Have you ever danced with someone and immediately felt they were the right one, aside from all the hormones and horniness, that is? Dancing with Ashley was like that. We seemed to fit together nicely and I found myself planning on how I’d invite her out soon. At the end of that tune the band told us they were going to take a break, so Ashley and I went back to the table. She didn’t sit down as she turned to me and asked, “May I have your phone?”
Once I opened it, she put in her phone number and handed it back to me. “Please give me a call. And no later than three days, Buster,” she giggled.
“Or what?”
“Or I may send out my hit squad,” she laughed.
“Ooo-kaay, if that’s the way it’s going to be, I’ll call. Promise.”
“Good. Hey, I really need to be going. I need to get some sleep because I have a monster paper due on Tuesday. I really had a good time. Thanks for the dances.”
“Sure. Thanks for the drenching. I’ll give you a call,” I said as I reached over and dropped a tiny little kiss on her cheek. I escorted her out to her car and waited until she had driven out of sight.
Back in the country club things were clearly winding down. I hadn’t paid Bob much attention at all but when I found him, he was deep in conversation with a cute little Asian gal. I caught his eye and he grinned and flashed a thumbs up to me, our signal he would make his own way back home. Maybe he was successful in finding a new lady, kind of like I felt I had been.
—–
I waited until about three pm the next day to call Ashley. I figured she’d be fairly burned out on her paper by then, which appeared to be the case.
“Oh, God, you have no idea how boring this paper is. I need a break.”
“How about I grab a pizza and I’ll swing by around six and you can take a real break?”
“Great idea,” she responded, before giving me her address.
I arrived at her door with two small, thin-crust pizzas, one with chicken and balsamic vinaigrette and the other a veggie with artichoke hearts. I had a couple of flavored seltzers as well. She invited me in as she took the pizzas to the tiny kitchen. I got the nickel tour of her place and met her roommate who was just leaving.
Ashley was truly beautiful. She had on simple jeans which fitted her legs and ass like sprayed-on paint. Her top was a simple T-shirt that seemed to emphasize her nice-looking, bra-covered breasts. Her smile was genuine and surrounded by two cute little dimples. The blue eyes sparkled. She laughed when some vinaigrette dribbled down her chin and she scooped it up with her finger before licking it seductively. After we finished the pizza and she put the leftovers in her fridge, we sat and talked a little bit before I excused myself.
“I’m sure you’ve got a ton of work, so I’ll head out.”
“Yeah, I still should do another three hours or so tonight, and then six or seven tomorrow.”
“Impressive. I hope you do well. I’m sure you will,” I said as I reached the door.
“Hey, Kyle, thanks for the break and the ‘zas. Was sweet of you.”
“Sure, no biggie,” I responded as she came up to me and planted a sweet, brief kiss on my lips. “I just may have to bring you pizzas every night,” I chuckled as I went through the door.
“Don’t you dare. I’ll be big as a house before long,” she laughed as the door was gently closed behind me.
—–
After that we casually dated a few times but it was near finals and neither of us had a lot of free time. Our ‘dates’ were generally simple and quick, you know, a bite to eat at a local Thai restaurant or a movie at the student union theater. Ashley was pleasant but I sensed she didn’t want to get too close too soon. On the evening she was leaving for Christmas break, I gave her a box of special Christmas candy. She appeared to appreciate it but broke out in tears when she confessed she had nothing for me.
“Oh, Ky, that’s so sweet, but I didn’t get you anything. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, no biggie, I knew you’d like the sweets.”