1. Spring Break


    Date: 9/19/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Tomjones88, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    does that matter, you—“ She looked kind of surprised. “Nineteen,” she said. “Well I don’t know how many women you play these games with, but I hope you get AIDS before your twenty-fifth birthday.” “Thanks for granting me that six-year window,” I said as the door shut on me. I walked away. The door opened behind me and I heard Dirk call, “We’re still on buddy.” At first, when Anjali had used the word game , I’d thought that Dirk had let her in on the moan game. But I realized she was more likely referring to me being a manipulative douche. But I now saw what Dirk meant when he’d said, “No. Those same chicks.” I bought a coke from the machine downstairs. I took a long swig and thought of how two would, indeed, play at that game. It took a lot of searching but I found Adrienne sitting on the beach, alone, talking on her cell phone. Freedom , by Jonathan Franzen lay beside her on a towel. I pretended not to notice her. I removed my shirt and went in the water. It was the second time I’d been in the water, and the first time I’d been in the water sober, and it was really, really cold. I dealt with it. Finally, Adrienne finished her call and just blankly stared at me. I glanced at her out of my peripherals. After a minute of that, she called out, “Hey. You.” It took longer to seduce Adrienne. Not to say she didn’t want it, just that she deliberately played harder to get. I didn’t give her any lines about Dave Matthews, because I knew she was smarter than that. By the time we sat ...
    on the patio at the bar, I’d realized I would just have to start insulting her for her to really want me. I made her recite one of her poems to me and told her it was garbage. When her hair fell in front of her face—she had long blonde hair—she would constantly sweep it back, briskly, as if it were a fly. I told her that she looked much sexier as Cousin Itt. She thought that was hilarious. We started making out on that patio. I massaged her bare legs, covered only at the top by cheap-looking green shorts and didn’t even try to resist fingering her in public. She let me slip two fingers under her shorts and panties and I located the folds of her vagina. She let me rub around the surface of her clit for a minute, before pulling my hand away and saying, “Okay, not here.” She looked at me with her head tilted down, wondering if she should, in fact, take this guy upstairs. “Do you ever do blow?” she asked. “Huh?” “Cocaine…” she said in a lower voice. I shrugged. “There’s a time and a place for everything.” Up in her room, she cut the lines on a makeup mirror. She snorted one, I snorted one. She did another, I did another. I had never done coke before, but I felt this jolt in my brain that said suddenly, everything I wanted to happen would happen. I already believe anything is possible; the obscene amount of sex I get at my age is a testament to that belief. But this tipped the scales; anything was now going to happen . No questions. Also, I felt like I’d drank five red bulls at ...
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