Sex and the Social Network (16 page)

“I promise. I love you, Milfy.” We laughed and hugged goodbye, and then I skipped away to find Ty, excited for what lie ahead.

Todd texted me, saying to meet him at a club called Illusions, which was only a couple blocks away from Liz’s party. They had a reputation for making the best whiskey sours in River Heights, and they always had a rockin’ band playing on Saturday nights.

When I got to the bar, Todd was there talking to a beautiful redhead. I snuck up from behind him and gave him a little spank.

“Hey, lover lips. How’s it hanging?” I kissed him on the cheek.

The redhead laughed out loud. “Who’s your friend, Todd?”

“Candy, this is my good old
friend Gabby. Gabby, this is my new good friend, Candy.”

Candy was gorgeous. Long red hair cascaded around her ample cleavage. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I wasn’t sure if she was European or just friendly, but either way, she was hot.

Todd took out his wallet. “Let me buy us all a round of drinks. Whiskey sours okay for everyone?”

We all nodded in agreement.

Todd turned away from the bartender. “So Candy, tell us something about yourself.”

Candy was annoyingly perky. “I just turned twenty-five. I’m visiting from Oklahoma, thinking about moving to California. Everyone is so friendly here.”

“Ha ha ha!” Todd and I cracked up at the same time.

“Hey, bartender,” Todd ordered.
“Give us a round of shots, Patrón, please. Candy here thinks y’all are friendly.”

We downed the shots and then decided another round was a great idea. By the time I had to go the bathroom, I could barely walk. Candy and I walked over together arm in arm.

“You’re really beautiful, you know,” I stammered.

Candy batted her long fake eyelashes like she was being coy. “Thanks, doll. You too.” She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I wasn’t sure if I should punch her or thank her. My surprise aside, Candy’s lips felt so good, all I wanted to do was kiss her back.

We both reapplied our lipstick and brightened our cheeks with a quick stroke of blush. Satisfied with our appearances, we headed back to the bar.

Todd gave us a group hug when we returned. “You ladies feel so good.”

I was amazed at how relaxed and happy I felt. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the company, or both. I didn’t care. I was having fun, and in that moment, that was all that mattered to me.

Just then, one of my favorite songs came on: “Blister in the Sun” by The Violent Femmes. I grabbed Todd’s hand and led him to the dance floor.

Todd grabbed my boobs from behind and grinded up against me like a college boy. I loved it. Candy started dancing in front of me and put her hands on my hips. I felt like Baby from Dirty Dancing. I was in heaven.

The two of them had turned me into a “Gabby sandwich,” and my body was tingling all over. Todd pulled me a little closer, and I could feel his dick stiffening against my ass.

He leaned in and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

The three of us stumbled out o
f the bar and took a cab to the hotel. By the time we made our way up to the room, the booze was hitting me hard. I was aware enough to know that I shouldn’t be there, so I headed for the mini-bar, downed a shot of rum, and chased it with some vodka.

“Hey, come over here.” Candy was sitting on the couch and motioned for me to sit next to her. She ran her hands through my curls with her delicate hands. “You are beautiful. You do know that, right?”

“Well, I used to think so. When I was young and free.” I sighed.

Todd came over and sat on the other side of me. The couch was only a loveseat, so we were getting very cozy.

He took my face in his hands, looked at me with his gorgeous green eyes, and said, “Gabby Clayton, you are hotter than most women I know that are twenty-years old. You should have no doubts about yourself whatsoever.”

Candy nodded in agreement. She leaned in and kissed me gingerly on the lips. I never r
ealized how soft a woman’s lips are since I had only been with men. Her tenderness felt amazing, so I kissed her back, just lips, but open and pouty.

“Gabby, we are going to have fun tonight,” Candy whispered and got up to make herself a drink. When she got up, I scooted around and put my head in Todd’s lap.

“You seem tense, babe. Let me just give you a massage. I think I can make you feel good.”

I laughed to myself. I think a trained monkey tickling me would feel good at this point in my life. I knew a set of strong, powerful hands like his would feel extraordinary.

He rubbed my muscles gently but firmly, starting at my shoulders and working his way down my tired arms and then my legs. I had on a short skirt, and I could feel Todd sliding his hands up my inner thighs. They were tingling and aching. Todd had some moves!

He stayed PG-13, but that only made me want him more. His fingers started to outline my panties, like he was finger painting. His touch was so delicate, so precise. I could feel my panties getting moister. Todd focused his attention on my arms, gently ran his fi
ngers down my ribcage, and subtly outlined my breasts with the tips of his fingers. My nipples were getting so hard I could feel them pressing up against my top.

Just when I was going to tell him he should stop, he took my head and faced it upward and whispered, “Gabby, I want to kiss you.” I was paralyzed as he leaned down and kissed my lips. I was genuinely surprised how incredible it felt. I had kissed many men in my life, but in that moment, it was so brand new. Todd’s kiss was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

Part of me wanted to stop, but my lips were no longer my own. So I kissed him back. Softly, slowly, hungrily, I kissed another man.

At first our kiss was just lips; it felt like the most incredible foreplay I had ever had. Then he slowly parted my lips with his, his tongue wandering, exploring, and searching. My tongue moved with his, aching to know more.

He ran his large, muscular hands through my hair as he continued to kiss me. He massaged my scalp, and then his hands once again ran up and down my rib cage. My nipples stiffened and ached to be touched. He pressed his thumb on the outside of my shirt and slowly made tiny circles around my nipples. I arched back; I wanted more.

I sat up s
o I could look at him. I thought maybe I’d grow a conscience, but instead his luminescent eyes drew me in even more. The longing I saw in him was only secondary to how much I yearned for Todd to be inside of me.

I sat up and straddled him on the couch. His hard cock was obvious in his jeans, and I needed to feel it at that moment. Dry humping was not only reserved for teenagers. My hips moved up and down, slowly, rhythmically. Our kisses became more and more passionate; sometimes he’d stop and suck on my lo
wer lip. It was pure bliss.

Then suddenly Todd grabbed my ass, stood up, carried me to the bed, and threw me down in the middle. He pinned my arms up over my head.

“Stay just like that,” he commanded. He slid down, kissing my ears and neck, until he paused at my breasts. He nibbled and sucked on them and made me ache for more.

His kisses moved lower and lower until I was sure he’d pull down my thong and give me sweet oral pleasure. But Todd was no amateur. He knew the dance of teasing. As soon as he got to my panties, he kissed the outside of them, ran his fingers along the outline, and then made his way back up to my neck and ear.

“Todd, please. I need you now.”

“Shhh, be patient. I promise it’ll be worth it. Come on over.” He summoned Candy to join us. Candy sat on the edge of the bed and put her soft hand on my inner thigh.

“Where do you want me, Todd?” she asked in a sweet, sexy voice.

“I want you to go down on Gabby until she climaxes. Got it?” Todd moved to the couch so he could watch the show.

“Of course, sugar.”

Candy spread my legs so they were far apart and started kissing my inner thighs, sucking on them one at a time. Then she kissed my clit, gently sucking it like she was softly biting my bottom lip. Her fingers massaged my inner thighs as she licked my pussy lips like a kitty lapping up her milk.

“Candy, you feel amazing.” My voice was breathy and low.

“You taste amazing, Gabby. I need to taste more of you.”

With that, she slipped her tongue slowly in and out of my pussy as she rolled her tongue inside of me in circles, exploring every angle of my aching pussy. Her lips were so soft; I could feel her long hair teasing my thighs as she ate me out.

My cunt started to pulsate, and I knew I was close to unleashing. When she felt my pussy arch up to meet her tongue, she sucked a little deeper; her fingers moved on my clit faster until I started bucking up, thrusting into her mouth, and when the intensity was more than my body could handle, I screamed, “Fuck, Candy! Yes!” as my body shuddered in release.

I heard Todd stand up, unbuckle his belt, and walk over to the bed. He kissed Candy hard on the lips. “Good girl, Candy. You did fantastic. Now she’ll be good and ready for me. Did you enjoy that, Gabby?” Todd stood at the foot of the bed for a moment admiring my curves.

“Oh my God, it was freakin’ fantastic. I always fantasized about having a threesome with two hot guys. But I had no idea a woman could cunt lap me like that!”

“Gabby, you look so smoking hot, laying there in your juices. I have to taste your cream.” He nestled his head between my legs, slowly lifted my butt cheeks, and began kissing between my thighs. I had never been so wet in my life. I could feel the juices dripping down and his tongue ready to catch them. His tongue made circles on my clit while his fingers caressed my insides. He found my G-Spot and massaged it until I was moaning.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum again,” I shouted. After I came he smiled at me and shifted his body so he was straddling my face. I was glad my big dick-dar was accurate.

“Suck me, Gabby. Put my whole cock in your mouth and suck.” His demeanor had gone from sweet and tender to bossy and demanding, and my body immediately shifted into high gear.

Todd was huge and delicious. I sucked his cock like a lollipop, caressing his balls at the same time. He moaned that he needed me now.

His body slowly moved down mine, and his swollen head slid into my dripping wet pussy. Todd entered me slowly, strongly, amazingly.

My pelvis arched up to meet him. Our bodies joined together, one piece into the other. We fit like two pieces of a complex puzzle. I felt such complete and utter perfection I was afraid to move, afraid that if I budged even a millimeter, the perfection would cease. But Todd was not afraid. He started moving up and down, slowly at first, then side to side, just like he did on the dance floor.

My hips, no longer my own, mimicked his movement. My hand reached up to touch his hair, but he grabbed my hands and threw them back behind my head.

“No! Stay like that! Don’t move, Gabby.”

Part of me wanted to touch him, but not touching him allowed me to surrender. And so I did just that. I stayed, I trusted.

“Gabby, you feel so good. You are amazing, an incredibly gorgeous, sexy whore.” He touched his fingers lightly to my lips telling me not to answer back. It didn’t matter; I had no words anyway, and when he called me a whore I almost came right then.

He reached down and once again touched my creaminess. I had never experienced anything like this before. Fingers and tongues and kisses were smothering me in joy, in pure, unadulterated bliss. My body surrendered to our primal lust.

I could feel the buildup of my orgasm coming, but it was not like any I had ever exper
ienced before. Instead of undulating waves, the pleasure climbed straight up. I could feel myself edging closer and closer to the point of no return until I exploded, my body shuddering in relief, in ecstasy, in happiness.

After he knew I was done, he stopped touching my pussy. He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me tight. I felt so safe. Still slowly, rhythmically, he moved his hips up and down and then moaned my name, and I knew he had come too.

When we got back to his apartment, Tyrone grabbed my ass. “Man, Julia, I’ve been dying to feel your fabulous cheeks all night.” He rubbed me on the outside of my dress and then hiked it up a little so he was touching my bare skin.

I pulled him in so we could kiss.

He picked me up; I loved how strong and powerful Ty was. He sat me down on an L-shaped couch in his living room so that my legs were off the side of the L.

“Lie down here, beautiful. I need to taste you.”

I did as he said, and Ty started kissing up my inner thigh. He moved fast, like he was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.

“Sorry, I just can’t wait tonight.” He dove in, licking and kissing and teasing and touching. I was so horny it didn’t take long before I could feel myself hitting that plateau of pleasure. He spread me a little wider and really started sucking strong on my clit. Those full lips of his were at full throttle. I began to quiver and before I knew it, I was squirting everywhere.

“Come over here, love.” Tyrone lay on his back, waiting for me to mount him. I was soaking, dripping wet from the pleasure he’d given me with his tongue and his fingers.

“Get on me: reverse cowgirl,” he demanded. “I want to see your fine ass jiggling while your ride me like a horse.”

I scooted my ass back so I was on the head of his cock, but didn’t let him go all the way in yet. I teased his shaft with my creaminess, moving my hips around slowly.

“Mmm . . . Julia, come on. I need to feel all of you. Move that thing down, nice and slow.”

My hips did all the work, dancing around so that he entered me very slowly and I could feel every inch of him.

“Oh God, Ty, you are so big this way.” His size was almost too much, but the angle was amazing. Every time I moved up and down, his cock teased and tantalized my clit.

Ty was moaning with pleasure. “Jesus Christ, Julia. You feel amazing! Jiggle that bonbon. Ride me, cowgirl.”

He alternated between massaging my breasts and caressing my ass cheeks while his cock pounded into me.

“Mmm, Tyrone, you feel so good. I don’t want to stop.”

“Don’t stop, Julia. Keep riding me. This feels too incredible to stop.”

I rode him, up and down, swiveling my hips on his thickness. My pussy pulsated with every move, and his words sent me over the edge.

“Julia, you are so hot. I want to be covered in your juices.”

“Oh my God, Oh my God, fuck me, Ty!” I screamed while I unleashed all over him.

“Goddamn, that was hot! I’m close, Julia. Don’t stop, baby!”

I leaned forward a bit and moved my hips a little more aggressively.

“That’s it, Julia. Oh, yeah, fuck me.” I rode him until his moans turned to grunts and I felt the last thrust of his orgasm.

We fell asleep for a few hours. I woke up around two o’clock to use the bathroom, and when I came out, Tyrone was making us another drink.

“Hey, sweet cheeks. How was your nap?”

“Good, Ty. You really exhausted me,” I joked.

“Come here.” He grabbed me by the hair lightly and kissed me softly on the lips. He picked me up and carried me back to the bed.

“I need you again, Julia.” He lay on the bed with his legs straddled, and I knew what he was craving.

I kissed his neck, then his pecs and his navel. I made a path of gentle kisses down to his belly button and then traced it back up to his full lips. Those incredible lips made me quiver in ecstasy. I nibbled on his lower lip for a while before I made my way back down to his throbbing muscle.

At first, I just focused on the tip, circling it with my tongue, very softly, very gently. Then I took a tiny bit more of him in my mouth, still just the head, though. Up, down, up, down, his head was pulsating in my mouth, begging me to put more and more of it in my mouth.

“C’mon, you’re killing me. Take more of it, please.” Tyrone was half moaning and half begging.

Who was I to refuse such an incredible man begging for a real blow job? Slowly I licked all the way down his shaft. He was massive and thick; it was so fantastic I didn’t want to stop.

He tugged at my hair to stop. “Julia, you feel too good. I need to be inside you.”

“Okay, baby,” I whispered. My lips made their way up to his.

His muscular hands caressed my butt and my thighs. Wandering fingers found my hot spot, and I slowly lowered myself until our bodies were touching, but I didn’t allow him to enter me just yet. I rubbed my heaving breasts against his pecs. My nipples were hard, aching to be touched and kissed. His fingers found their way to my erect nipples and teased them ever so gently.

His hips moved up, looking to join with mine; he slid into me seamlessly.

“Oh, God, Ty, you feel so amazing.”

“Julia, you are so wet. Jesus Christ, you feel incredible.” Tyrone moved his hips up and down slowly like we were rocking in place. He pulled me closer and took a strong whiff of my hair and my neck. I could feel his muscle getting harder, stronger. He pulled me as tight as he could and wrapped his strong arms around my back. There was not an inch between us.

“I need to feel all of you. I need you to feel all of me.”

And I did; I felt every inch of his hugeness.

I sat up a little; his cock was teasing my G-Spot, his hands caressing my breasts. Tyrone was looking me in the eye, right at me, and he saw me. And I saw him. Our eyes locked in mutual adoration. Was I falling for this guy? Was he falling for me? Either way, we were as present as two people could possibly be, and the rest of the world fell away.

All I felt was the pure pleasure of smells and sounds and tastes and touch. In the distance, I could hear “Give It All You Got Tonight” by George Strait. And that is exactly what I was d
oing. I couldn’t hear the words of the song or even describe exactly how Ty tasted or smelled. But in that moment, my senses were on overload; it was like I was high. One moment, everything seemed crystal clear, and the next, it was like I was in a haze, watching this incredible sex scene on TV. I was taken to a place I had never been before.

Nothing and nobody had ever made me feel like I did with Tyrone. Within minutes of him entering me, I screamed in ecstasy. But Ty didn’t stop there. He touched me again, light as a feather, and I came again. Then he flipped me over on my stomach, propped up my ass, and feasted on my swollen pussy until I came yet again. We lost count that night. In between orgasms and wine, we had a few mini naps, but we were insatiable. We were intoxicated with fuc
king, with each other, and neither one of us wanted it to end.

Early Sunday morning, I woke up and got on the road. I had promised my sister I’d be there to pick Arielle up by midmorning. My weekend had been incredible, the best time I had in years. I had dreamt of meeting Tyrone; I couldn’t believe I had actually spent the weekend with him. He was as charming and good looking as I could have imagined. He was everything I thought he’d be and more. No chat or text or phone call could have prepared me for what I exp
erienced.

Tyrone kept his promise and brought me more pleasure than I ever thought humanly po
ssible. I came on the kitchen counter, on the bathroom floor, in the shower, in the hot tub. I gave him head in the pool, in a closet, and in the car. He fucked me standing up, sitting down, upside down, and cowgirl style. We lost count of how many times we came.

Our weekend made Fifty Shades of Grey look like a Disney movie.

I was in love.