“I think she got the best of him,” Kara proclaimed.
“Most interesting,” Tyler said.
“Yes, most,” Adrienne said as she nodded.
“What’s so interesting?” I asked.
“Donna’s my roommate,” Kara said. “She’s been here for about six months, and in that time, she hasn’t shown the least bit of interest in anyone.”
I looked at Adrienne, and she blushed.
“You struck out?” I asked in dismay.
“Shot down in flames big-time,” Tyler said.
“You promised to never talk about that,” Adrienne said, giving her significant other a look.
I didn’t realize it also worked on women.
“You can’t leave me hanging like that. Spill it,” I said, suddenly interested.
“I’m not telling. You’ll have to get it out of her,” Tyler said, indicating Adrienne.
“Fine. I know how to get her to talk,” I said and gave Adrienne an evil grin.
They all looked at me skeptically. I stood up and went to my room for what I needed. I also changed into a tight-fitting t-shirt and my silk boxers. When I came back out, all conversation stopped, so I struck a pose that made them all giggle.
“You’re in trouble,” Kara warned Adrienne.
Adrienne eyed me warily. I had a towel and a bottle of massage oil. I knelt down in front of Adrienne on the couch.
“May I remove your shoes?” I asked.
She just nodded her head as Tyler and Kara looked on. I removed Adrienne’s shoes, and she started when I reached under her skirt and pulled down her thigh-high stockings. She watched, mesmerized, as I began to massage her feet. Then Adrienne leaned her head back and just enjoyed what I was doing. I think we were both surprised when Tyler stood up, bent down to her girlfriend, and kissed her.
“You have fun. I’ll see you in the morning,” Tyler said and took Kara’s hand and led her upstairs.
I knew that Kara had been with them before, so I wasn’t surprised she would spend time with either of them. What surprised me was that she seemed to give Adrienne permission to spend time with me. I had to refocus on what I was doing because my imagination had suddenly run wild. The little head had some very naughty ideas about what to do at that moment. I decided to take a chance.
“Come with me. Let’s do this right,” I said.
Adrienne looked me in the eyes for a moment and then picked up her glass of wine before getting up and walking to the guest bedroom. I about choked on my tongue when I realized this was going to happen. When we stepped into the bedroom, Adrienne seemed to hesitate.
“David, I don’t think …” was all she got out before I kissed her.
It was Chicago all over again, except there wasn’t an audience to stop us. She grasped the back of my head and put a serious lip-lock on me. I tried to be a gentleman and not do anything without her permission. That was until she reached between us and grabbed my unit. She broke our kiss.
“Damn, David!”
“I think we need to lose some clothes,” I suggested.
Adrienne pulled my t-shirt over my head and then pushed down my boxers. I helped her out of her skirt and blouse, revealing her black lace bra-and-panty set. She grabbed Mr. Happy and used him to guide me to the bed. Adrienne pushed me so I lay back with my legs hanging off the side. She nudged my thighs apart, grasped my manhood at the base and checked it out.
“It’s been a long time. You’ll have to be gentle with me.”
“I was worried, because I was thinking you needed to be gentle with me,” I teased.
Adrienne reached for her glass of wine and poured some on Mr. Happy. At first, I wasn’t sure what she planned, but when she began to lick it off, I was more than okay with it. When she started to give me head, I could tell she hadn’t done this in a long time. It was still some of the best oral sex I’d ever had because it was the Adrienne doing it to me. What I wouldn’t give to have video proof I could send my brother. Greg would never believe me.
“You taste good,” she said and giggled.
“Come here,” I said.
Adrienne kissed her way up my stomach and then my chest. When she was straddled over me, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She moaned when I got busy making love to her magnificent breasts. I found Adrienne liked a firmer stimulation than some girls. That was fine with me; I loved to maul her breasts. Her big thick nipples were made to be played with roughly.
“Do me,” she begged.
I reached down and pulled her panties down her thighs. I surprised her when I just picked her up and we suddenly had switched positions. Adrienne’s panties were at her knees, so I pushed her legs up, dove down, and covered her sex with my mouth. She was soaking wet as I tried to devour her. Adrienne started to huff like a train as I worked her over.
“Aaahhhh, YES!” she screamed.
I continued to eat her, and the huffing started all over again. Adrienne about lost her mind when I began to finger her. She was hot and slick; I couldn’t wait any longer. I quickly found a condom, put it on, and put myself into her slot. Our eyes locked as I pushed forward. All my adolescent dreams were coming true. I’d had years to anticipate this very moment; images of Adrienne had been used to fuel many of my masturbatory sessions. Adrienne was wasted on women. Her velvet vise was meant to have me in it. I soon began to saw in and out of her depths.
As I pumped into her, her breasts wobbled in the most erotic way. Adrienne was indeed one of a kind. Even at her advanced age—28—she was as fit as any teenage girl. This was even better than I could have imagined—and believe me, I have a very good imagination. Adrienne was every man’s fantasy. I looked down at her big round breasts that sat high on her chest. I smiled as I watched them synchronize in an inward circular motion as she met each thrust. Her flat stomach looked good under my ripped abs. I could see my sex as it plunged into hers.
“So big,” she moaned. “So hard. Do me!”
Once we got started, it was game on. Adrienne was hands down the best sex of my life. It was exactly that, too: sex. This was not love-making, this was two friends giving each other pleasure. She did me as hard as I did her. I pulled out all my skills, and we tried everything. When I say everything, I mean it. I did all the ways possible. We tried about every position we could imagine. This woman was a sexual dynamo. If it weren’t for Tyler, I would’ve been on bended knee. When you found your cosmic sexual match, you hung on with both hands.
All I know is that at some point, we fell asleep with her straddling me and me buried in her. We’d taken a breather, and the next thing I remember was her getting up to use the bathroom. When she came back, she laid her head on my chest, and we went back to sleep.
◊◊◊ Sunday January 3
I woke up to Kara giving me head. I looked up and sort of panicked when Adrienne was nowhere to be found. To my relief, she came out of the bathroom with nothing on but a smile on her face. Tyler walked in with a tray of coffee mugs. Adrienne went to her and gave her a kiss good morning.
“Did you have fun last night?” Adrienne asked.
“You know I did. How was the boy?”
“I had almost forgotten how good it felt with a boy. He’s lucky he’s young because I wore him out,” Adrienne said.
“I know how you get when you’ve had wine,” Tyler said as she kissed her life mate again.
They left the two of us alone.
“Was it as good as you’d hoped?” Kara asked.
“What do you think?”
“She rocked your world, didn’t she?”
I just smiled. I pulled Kara into the shower because I needed to get going. There’s something indescribably sexy about the way a girl’s hair gets swept back and plastered to her scalp when wet. I found myself enjoying the show while I watched Kara soap up her body. That was until she put the soap into my hands and told me to finish lathering her up. Well, if I must. When it was her turn to do me, she nearly got me off, stroking my manhood with her soapy hands.