Saturday night we went to L’s apartment to celebrate her birthday. Many friends would be there and I knew it might get crazy. In fact, I was counting on it. The night started out innocent enough if you call dinking shots from an ice sculpture with a trough for the liquor to slide into your mouth, innocent! It’s called a luge
. A young girl standing next to Me asked, Hey, what’s a luge. I said you know like in the Olympics and was met with an empty stare so I regrouped and said. It’s an ice sculpture that you take shots off of.” She grinned widely and said, “cool!”, as she got in line. As the tequila flowed down the luge like the Rio Grande I went in search of My lesbian friend Kristin and found her looking hot with white hair peeking out from under her always present baseball cap.“HEY YOU, she shouted and grabbed Me for a big hug in her muscled arms. Kristin’s muscles ripple. She’s totally hot not just a little crazy but a LOT crazy. I love that about her though. Under that tough exterior there is a vulnerable really good person that will do whatever it takes to help her friends if they needed it. I like that about her too. Plus, she’s decided not to hold it against Me that I’m straight or at least partly straight since I’ve never fucked a girl. About those rippling muscles, she works hard on those which is evident by the way her weight bench and balance ball dominate her living room (for those smart ones of you that picked up on it, yes, I’ve seen her living room.) As soon as she let me go, I immediately began divesting her of the scarf and hat so I could study her new hair. I admired her new look as I ruffled her hair and she blushed embarrassed that someone was “fussing” over her but I know she secretly loved it. Her tan looked really good but I admonished her pointing a finger at her saying, “the sun is a girl’s enemy!” She came right back at Me with, “So is makeup!” of which I was wearing liberally. We grinned at the standoff and turned to more important things… like the LUGE!
As the night wore on, people began to get loose. Just as I’m about to get bored, Laura produces a Coleman jug slung over Her shoulder and holds out her arms to Me to drink. I looked askance at the spigot thinking about all the mouths that had probably already been on it and the party that the germs were probably having on it and not wanting to attend that party with My lips. “Come on Joni”, she demanded, “you can tap out on My boobs!” Well sure, I thought, that is worth dying of some germy disease over.. right! I should have known I was going to lose that battle even though the germaphobe in Me was screaming hysterically not to touch it. Laura was determined that I was going to chug margarita’s and I guess I could have saved Myself many minutes of My life if I had just done it the first time she asked.
I put My lips to the spigot and no one TOLD me to put My tongue on spigot (blech) to stop the flow while I swallowed so of course the minute I went to swallow the flow soaked My face breasts and belly with sticky margueritas. I gasped and grabbed Her breasts and glared at Laura who was grinning from ear to ear and cared NOT A WHIT that I was soaked to the bone in sticky, germy alcoholic beverage. What the fuck I thought and said, “ok Laura, bring that jug back over here.” Yes Siree, this was going to be a hell of a night.
So it began, My decent into hedonism. My first try had doused Me with a deluge of Margueritas and soaked Me to the skin and as others had their turn including Charles who also got soaked, turned into numerous repeats and graduated to something distantly related to a pina colada but was just something coconut rumish (the Margueritas were long gone by now). The difference was that now we were drinking the wondrous lickr necktor from Laura’s belly as Her breasts became the new “luge”. We had also established a new reward. Now, after every shot well licked from her belly, we got a real toe curling kiss. YEA… for a kiss from Laura who is the agreed upon “Shane” of her posse was worth all the germs now happily invading My body. Germs were also making it into Charles body from both Laura and Dorian, Dorian's Laura’s not really but really IS her Girlfriend, girlfriend.
Dorian took her turn at drinking from the belly too and then she took the game lower and Laura offered Me a taste. I quickly hit My knees and slid My tongue to the center of Her heat and drank the nectar sliding past Her belly. In other words I drank from Her pussy and laughed as She jumped back with a WHOAAAAA as My VERY talented tongue tickled in all the right places. SO.. that cherry is popped now too and I LOVED the power of it.
As we moved inside, (yes I did that outside on the sidewalk with an audience. Y'all know how I love an audience) Dorian was on the couch in a HOT scene with one of the youngsters. After that she walked into Charles’ arms and got lost in a HOT kiss. That’s the only time I’ve watched My Man kiss another woman but because it was Dorian and I adore her, I just thought it was HOT HOT HOT! I saw another girl admonish Laura for biting and I laughed to Myself, “Oh goody, the pain is starting now!” When Laura climbed onto My lap and bent to kiss Me, I said, “ I don’t mind the biting darlin as long as you can take as good as you give. Se grinned big and sunk Her teeth into the soft flesh of My breast. I gasped as the intense pain hit and Dorian being the concerned sweety she is, scolded Laura saying, “careful honey, not everyone likes it to hurt like I do.” Charles laughed and let them know that I liked roughness. So Laura asked if I still wanted to bite her. What a silly question. I consider biting an art form. I sank My teeth carefully leaving a pretty bite mark with My small bite. Dainty and pretty and long lasting. I was pleasedwith it. My bite is like a brand and I use it as such to put a temporary mark on My properties.
We decided to head home and I hoped that we wouldn’t get pulled over, not because We were over the legal limit but because We SMELLED like a mix of tequila and coconut rum. At home after a shower we had some AWESOME sex for a really long time and you can count on it that this time, we were BOTH fantasizing about girls.
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