Gotta love those mood swings. I came into work this morning doing my level best not to be totally pissed off at the world. Not only is it Monday morning and I have to work (even though it's a pseudo-holiday), but already it's been one of those mornings where I wonder if my wife wouldn't prefer to walk a mile barefoot in shit than to give me a blowjob, even after I've spent an entire weekend kissing her ass and playing Devoted Husband.

Anyway, I get the work situation under control for the time being, and then log onto D-land to see what everyone's been up to over the weekend. Not only are there about a dozen new entries to read from my favorites (cool!), but several new people have added me to their favorites list. And when I check my traffic, it was up nicely over the weekend (and gosh darn it, people like me!). After doing some reading, I figure out what happened - the extremely fabulous Piper threw me a gratuitous link. I'm such a rock star. (Ha!)

I am actually very pleased with myself. For probably six-eight months before getting inspired enough to start my own diary, I was a "lurker". I'd read around, following various links, but I always started with Piper's diary and my other regular must-read was Chickpea. You probably read them both too, so you can figure out why - because they're both written by fabulous sexy women who can both really write and have their ways of making the mouths of any straight man who comes across them water uncontrollably. And, of course, their entries are excellent to get off to. Hot, hot stuff.

So, it pleases me immeasurably to know that after all the months I spent reading them, and all the pleasure I've derived from it, that they both apparently read my diary and are hopefully enjoying it. It's nice to give something back - and if that something is perhaps a little inspiration when they are playing with themselves, then so much the better! :)

In any case, let's move on from the self-congratulatory ego masturbation and on to today's story.

As you may recall, last week I related the story of not fucking Anne as a case study in why, when the situation presents itself, you should probably bite the bullet and go for it. After that, I learned my lesson - a few months later I threw caution to the wind and successfully seduced this girl who - at that stage - was pretty much out of my league and never really looked back from there. But this isn't that story (don't worry, I'll get around to that one eventually).

Fast forward about a year and a half from my misadventure with Anne. At this point, I've been dating Christine - the girl I seduced in the previous paragraph - for about a year. She'd graduated a year ago, but stayed in town because she didn't have definite after-graduation plans and because I was still there. I've been reasonably faithful to her - at least for me (the summer before I'd enjoyed several weeks of uncomsumnated fooling around with a hot high school nymphette, and there was one lusty night of hot sex when I went to visit an old flame at her college in a neighboring state, and of course occasional visits with Ally). It's approaching the end of my senior year in college. Most of my social life revolves around this large organization that I'm very involved with at school. By this time, I'm a pretty big cheese in the whole thing, so I'm feeling a bit like the cock of the walk. It's my last semester of school, so I'm not even taking a full load of classes, I've been old enough to drink legally for more than a year, so I still enjoy it a lot but I'm not perpetually getting blasted like I did for the first year or so after I turned 21. As the final weeks roll around, me and the rest of my also-graduating pals are throwing pretty massive parties every weekend, which of course makes us very popular with the under-21 crowd.

Christine doesn't drink (her mom was a recovering alcoholic), so sometimes she would go with me to the parties and be my designated driver - which mainly consisted of hanging around and laughing at me and my pals doing our stupid drunk-people shit and then taking me home afterward and fucking me silly. (It was a rough job, I tell ya.) Other nights, because she was a working girl now (meaning she had an actual real-person job, instead of just being a slacker college student like me), she'd pass on the fun and just stay home. Sometimes I'd get a friend to drive me over to her place afterward and then I'd fuck her brains out anyway, or sometimes I'd just get someone to drive me home. It was all good with me.

So, I'm going to these parties. As sometimes happens, there's a girl who's going to them as well, and we start making eyes at each other as drunk people are wont to do. Her name is Felicity, and she's a lowly freshman. I, of course, am a big-cheese senior, so she's a little star-struck to be having such a BMOC like me paying attention to her, and I'm flattered by the fact that she so obviously has the hots for me. Of course, everybody knows Christine (she was the Big Kahuna in this organization when she was a senior last year) and that we are a Serious Couple, so I have to act like I am totally not interested and think it's goofy. In truth, of course, since I'm me, I'm terribly interested and am vaguely wondering if there's some way for me to have my cake and eat it too. I'm not about to throw away everything I have invested in my relationship with Christine (we would eventually move to Sin City together a few months later) for a freshman who - while not unattractive - isn't in the same league as my hot girlfriend. But at the same time, I've taken the lesson of Anne to heart.

So, I'm at these parties, and Felicity is there as well. The flirting turns serious, especially the drunker we get. A lot of surreptitious bumping and touching in darkened hallways, covert caressing sitting next to each other on the couch, that kind of thing. The sort of thing you can get away with by explaining it as just a couple of drunks being friendly (and I'm well known as being a very gregarious drunk - my best buddies used to have a great time making fun of drunk-me telling them over and over again what great friends I thought they were).

I remember one time I had to get up and leave the room because Felicity was sitting on my lap and started kissing my neck (which felt really damn good - and I'm sure she could feel my hard-on telling her how much I enjoyed it), because I realized that was getting to the point where someone was going to say something to Christine about it and there would be explaining to do. Still, at the next party, that didn't stop me from following Felicity into an empty bedroom, shutting the door, and initiating a frantic but brief make-out session, which ended abruptly when someone opened the door to come get something.

That's where things stood with us the night of our annual end-of-the-year banquet for this organization we were all involved with. I went with Christine as my date, of course. Everyone else was there, including Felicity. We'd rented out the banquet room of a hotel just around the corner from my apartment, and we also had a "hospitality room" for everyone to store their illicit booze, leave their coats, whatever.

It winds up being a hell of a party (very gratifying to me because I was very involved in putting it on). It went on very late, people had a great time, some got absolutely shit-faced, everybody's happy.

At one point towards the end of the evening, as I'm checking on the status of everything, I get wind that Felicity is down in the hospitality room and she's absolutely obliterated. Being the great guy that I am, I volunteer to go down and check on her.

So I let myself into the room, and sure enough, Felicity is half-passed out on one of the beds. I go to check her out, and she figures out that it's me and she's very glad to see me. She manages to push me down on the other bed, drops to her knees beside it, opens my belt, unbuttons and unzips me, and in seconds she has her hot little mouth wrapped around my cock.

Holy shit! This is way beyond the level of a little kissy-face that we've indulged in so far. I'm enjoying the hell out of this unexpected blowjob, but - since I've elected to remain sober tonight - I'm all too aware that we were likely to be discovered any second, and there's no way to explain away getting caught with my dick in Felicity's mouth. I have to get out of here - but at the same time, I've decided to go for it. Felicity obviously wants to fuck me, I want to fuck her, and if I can manage to do it without getting caught, I'm going to go for it.

Reluctantly but quickly, I pull her off my cock and put my clothes back together. I lay her back down on the other bed, get her some water, and tell her to stay there, I'd be back to take care of her later. Then I leave, going back up to the main party, telling Christine that I am ready to go. I drive her home, and give her some bullshit excuse about why I'm not going to stay with her - either that I'm tired and want to go home, or that I need to go back to the party and help clean up, I can't remember. In any case, I go home and change out of my suit (it was a semi-formal affair) and put on regular clothes, and then go back to the hotel.

By the time I get there, there are probably less than a dozen people still there. I announce that I came back to help get everything straightened away and cleaned up. I'd timed it just right - there was practically nothing left to be done. Almost the only thing left was to figure out what to do with Felicity, who by now was completely passed out in the hospitality room. Being the selfless dude that I am, I quickly tell the rest of them to go on home, I'd take care of making sure that she was okay and make sure that she got home. Relieved, they happily handed the task of dealing with the sloppy-drunk freshman off to me and went home to fuck their various boyfriends and girlfriends themselves.

I go down to the hospitality room, and it's a sorry sight. She's totally shit-faced - not unconscious, but really out of it. But still very very happy to see me - drunkenly begging me to get in bed with her.

Tempting, but I had a better idea. Too many people still had a key to this room and could barge in on us. I could set the deadbolt, but then, "why did you and Felicity lock the deadbolt?" No good answer, so let's not let the question be asked.

I've already babbled way too long without having gotten to the sex yet, so I'll spare you the account of how I managed to get Felicity downstairs and out to my car, and then upstairs to my apartment when she was basically too drunk to walk. Suffice it to say, with much effort, we finally got there.

Then I spent some time working on her, talking with her (learning in the process that she'd only had sex with one guy up to that point, when she was in high school), making her drink some water and all to try and sober her up a bit. We made an emergency trip to visit Ralph, the porcelain god, and like the good guy I am I even held her hair for her while she puked. (Hey, I'd been there many times myself.) That sobered her up a bit - I helped her clean up, and then we went back out to the living room. She plopped herself down in a chair, looked down at her dress, and announced that she wanted to "get out of this damn thing". So she stood up, reached behind her neck and did something, then crossed her arms and grabbed her little black cocktail dress at her hips, and swiftly lifted the whole thing over her head and tossed it on the couch, leaving her clad only in matching black lace bra and panties. Oh my. Yum yum - what a tasty morsel of barely-touched freshman girl presenting herself to me with a saucy look in her eyes.

"Why don't we go to bed?" I suggested.

"Sounds good to me," she replied.

I led her to the bedroom and helped her get on the bed. She lay back and I paused for a moment, admiring the view, revelling in the fact that I had a horny little freshman girl lying on my bed in her lacy underwear, waiting for me to fuck her. It doesn't get much better than this. Wanting to preserve the encounter, I reached down to the cassette recorder I'd put out of sight on the floor beside the bed and hit "record".

I started kissing her all over, running my mouth over her neck and into her mouth, down her chest, running my hands over her as I gradually removed her bra and panties while undressing myself. I kissed my way down her flat stomach to her pussy and proceeded to go down on her. She responded by spreading her legs, her left hand thrown back over her head and running the fingers of her right through my hair. My she was wet - and I could tell from the appreciative noises she was making that she was on cloud nine.

I was very aware of the fact that I was about to fuck a very drunk girl, and it wasn't impossible that this could be portrayed as date rape if she woke up in the morning not remembering how she wound up naked in my bed with a freshly-fucked pussy. So, once I had her good and worked up, but not quite at the point of orgasm, I stopped. I moved up and knelt over her, between her legs, and said, "Do you want me to make love to you now?"

"Ohhhh yesss..." she moaned.

"Good."

Having done what I could to preserve evidence of her consent, I reached into my "condom drawer" by the bed and took out a rubber, quickly rolling it onto my cock. I positioned the head of my dick between her swollen pussy lips, and slowly eased myself into her teenage cunt.

She gasped. As I began to fuck her, she gasped and panted loudly in rhythm with my strokes. I later found out she'd been in a bad car crash in high school and had her throat damaged. She came through fine, but it had done something to her throat that occasionally made it hard for her to breathe. And, as I discovered, when she was getting fucked, she really gasped loudly. It was a real fucking turn-on, let me tell you. I could actually hear her reacting to every stroke of my cock. It was so goddamn hot I could barely stand it.

Listening to the tape now, you can hear the bed squeak and her gasp in time. It takes practically no imagination at all to visualize every stroke, her heavy breathing provided the soundtrack to what turned out to be a very hot fuck.

"Ah-huu, ah-huu, ah-huu, ah-huu, oh baby, ah-huu, ah-huu, oh yess, ah-huu, ah-huu, ah-huu, oh God, ah-huu, ah-huu, ah-huu..."

There isn't much that turns me on faster than a noisy fuck-partner, so it was all too soon that I felt my orgasm approaching. There was no holding this one back. I'd been dying to cum inside Felicity for weeks, and now that I was pumping her pussy, my cock and balls were not going to be denied. I fucked her hard as my cock exploded.

"Oh God honey, I'm cumming...!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

I came hard. She wrapped her arms around me as I collapsed on top of her, both of us trying to catch our breath as we melted together. I withdrew from her pussy, relieved as always to see that the condom had survived the encounter intact (I know all the various brands of condoms advertise "maximum sensitivity" and all that shit, but I wish you could buy "heavy duty" rubbers - I just want a wrapper that I don't have to worry it's going to break if I'm really fucking the hell out of someone). I went and cleaned up a little, and got back in bed with Felicity, and we went to sleep in each others' arms, naked.

I woke up after a few hours with a smile on my face. I knew that I needed to get rid of my illicit bedmate - it was Sunday morning, but Christine did have a key to my apartment, and I really didn't need her showing up out of the blue and catching me and Felicity in bed together. And I'd like to get her back to her dorm before people started stirring, hopefully avoiding anyone we knew seeing me drop her off to do the Walk of Shame. But there wasn't *that* much hurry...

I woke her up with kisses on her face and neck, running my hands over her perky tits and playing with her nipples. We melted into a deep kiss, our tongues dancing as she responded, running her hands over my arms, my shoulders, and down my back to my ass. Lying side by side, she hooked her left leg around my right calf and guided me on top of her again. I could feel the slippery hot wetness of her pussy against my balls and the base of my cock.

"Let me take care of one thing..." I whispered. I rolled off her and reached into the condom drawer, dropping one on the floor. Reaching down to retrieve it, I pressed "record" again.

Rubbered-up, in short order I was buried up to the balls in her tight little pussy again. This time, we fucked slowly and deeply, without the passionate urgency of a few hours earlier but extending the pleasure, cock in pussy, me in her, moving together, our rhythm punctuated her gasps each time my cock filled her cunt. It almost seemed that with every stroke I filled her so deeply that my cock was expelling the air from her lungs. Oh my god, it was so fucking hot.

"Oh, baby...(pant, pant)... oh sugar...(pant, pant)...ohhhhh yeah.....(pant, pant)... oh my God...(pant, pant)... I love you..."

(Whereupon the voice in my head is saying, "Uh-oh. I know this was the throes of passion and all, but that's a bit of a red flag when you're fucking an acquaintance of your girlfriend's behind her back and are relying on her cooperation to make sure she never finds out about it. But this is some damn good fucking we're in the middle of, so let's worry about it later.")

It's a nice long leisurely screw, and I make sure that she cums before I let my own orgasm overcome me. A very satisfying fuck. We lay in each other's arms a bit before we get up. To my relief, Felicity doesn't seem to have any problem with keeping this on the down-low. I return her to her dorm without anyone seeing us, and as far as I know no one ever questions exactly how she got home from the party.

Sadly, circumstances never cooperated to allow me another chance to fuck Felicity. A week or two later I graduated from college, and she went back to her home in another state for the summer. By the time she came back, I'd moved to Sin City. She sent me a birthday card a few months later, saying that she hoped I would come up for a visit soon, but by the next time I was in town without a girlfriend in tow, Felicity was seeing someone else and it never worked out after that.

(Now she lives in another city half-way across the country, where she's at least an acquaintance of a guy that Mary Anne nearly married when she was in law school. Small world, eh?)

The point of all this (other than, hopefully, to get you hot and bothered)? Unlike when I stupidly let Anne out of my clutches, when I had Felicity ready and willing, I went for it, consequences be damned. I took reasonable precautions to make sure I wouldn't get caught, and we got away with it cold. Nobody got hurt, and I got (and like to think she got) a really great experience out of the whole thing. It was fantastic in every aspect.

So, let that be today's object lesson. Now, go forth and fornicate!

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Patience Rewarded - 2005-03-29
Infidelity... It's Everywhere - 2005-03-25
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A Different Twist - 2005-03-21