1. Sam's Saturday Night


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    What... what happened?” “She dumped me. Tonight. At the party. End of relationship!” “Shit! Robbie, I’m so sorry,” I said, and meant it, “I thought you and Mary were…” “Yeah? Well I thought so too!” he cut in, his eyes tearing up. “What happened? Surely… after all this time it can’t all be over just like that!” I protested. “Can’t it? Last I saw she was on her back, her skirt was round her waist and Mike Burton was fucking the hell out of her on the back seat of his car!” “You’re kidding!” “Nope! The door was open, her legs were spread wide and Mike’s bare spotty arse was going up and down like a jack-hammer!” “Robbie! That’s awful!” “You’re telling me! We’ve been going out together nearly a whole year and all I got was a half-hearted blow job. Half an hour with Mike and she’s fucking like a rabbit,” he was almost in tears now, “the Bitch!” “What on earth happened?” I asked again, really concerned. “I don’t want to talk about it!” My heart ached seeing him so upset. Like most brothers and sisters, our relationship within the family had been a stormy one, with many arguments, fallings-out and harsh words. But when it came to facing the big wide world we were both very much on the same side. My sisterly protective side came out with a vengeance. “Jesus, Robbie,” I exclaimed, “she always looked so sweet and pure too. I really thought you two would go the distance.” “Well she’s going the distance with Mike now instead. The bastard got her cherry tonight!” He really was upset ...
    and I could well understand why. I had thought Robbie and Mary had been having sex for a long time. They had been together so long I had just assumed that nature had taken its course. It seems I was wrong. Life really wasn’t fair and Mike really was a shit! “Come into the living room,” I said, taking his arm, “and bring a couple more beers with you! Don’t worry; we’ll replace them tomorrow before Mum and Dad get back!” Robbie grabbed the rest of the four-pack and followed me. “Sit by me on the sofa,” I grinned, returning to my place and patting the cushion alongside me. He sat obediently and took a long swig out of his beer can. “See?” I said, holding up my newly refilled wine glass, “we both need a trip to the supermarket tomorrow. Cheers!” I clinked my glass against his open half-litre can then smiled, “I guess neither of us is in demand tonight! Let’s watch this crappy movie and get drunk!” I pressed ‘play’ and the dreadful movie sprang into life again. I don’t suppose either of us was really watching but it filled the silence while we both got a little tipsier and my mind wandered. Mike Burton; what a bastard! I knew all about Mike bloody Burton. He was in Robbie’s year at school; a good-looking sporty chancer who always pushed his luck with the girls, especially when they were drunk or vulnerable or both. As a result of this ‘Who Dares Wins’ philosophy he had scored a few unexpected victories with a few unsuspecting girls and had a trophy belt most boys would envy. I will ...
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