1. A funny thing happened.. pt 2


    Date: 7/16/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Erotica, Male/Teen Female, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    one. So there were probably any number of things he liked about himself: probably thought well of himself professionally, seemed to like getting along with people; liked being popular, enjoyed being smart, enjoyed being funny, but attractive, sexy? Those last weren't in the toolkit, right? "Negative fuckability." Damn, damn, damn! So how did I, an attractive and sexy woman who found him—despite what he thought of himself—sexy and attractive, get him into bed without him thinking that I was tossing him a pity-fuck? I went looking for my roomie. Elizabeth Primrose Charboneaux (now you see why I just call her Liz) is The Best. We've done like four shows together, and she's closer to me than either of my actual sisters. She's a tallish, rangy lady with a runner's body and the complexion of a supermodel. Her dad is Puerto Rican, her mom is Creole, and their daughter is a show stopper: light tan skin, long, kinky, black hair, huge brown eyes, a full "fuck you" mouth, small high breasts, trim through the middle (just a hint of a six pack, the bitch!), and the legs: holy shit! I don't know how she manages it: not an ounce of fat on her; no jiggle anywhere, but not all muscular and stringy either. She's fuckin' Supergirl or something. And her nose is the cherry on the sundae. It's slightly off-kilter, like it was broken but didn't set properly. She hates it, but the guys go abso-fucking-lutely nuts for it. She's smart as a whip, just a little slutty, and probably an alcoholic. Holy ...
    Moses does that girl like to drink! But she's all of 27, and thus far it hasn't gotten in the way of anything. She's a killer dancer; decent singing voice, decent ear, and if you need somebody to play slutty chorus girl, she's Meryl fucking Streep. She's also got this really original way of looking at things: confident, like: "What's the worst that could happen?" I had told Sim I wouldn't pass on his casting director story, and I didn't, at least not specifically. A couple of days later, we were lounging around the apartment we shared—1:00 PM, and we'd just woken up. Me: Lizzy, I've decided something. Liz: Please God tell me you're going to fuck poor Simeon. Me: Okay, how the fuck do you do that? Liz: Really? Hallelujah! Best thing for both of you. Me: Yeah, but...I've got this problem... Liz: No you don't. It's really simple, Ginny: get naked, spread your legs, and let nature take its course. Me: No, seriously...look. I hung out with him some at the party at Wyatt's. I paused while she ran the blender for a smoothie. When she'd turned it off, she said: "Yeah, I saw you two, and I got to hoping." "Well, he told me some stuff." "Really? C'mon, give: inquiring minds want to know." "I can't. Seriously. It was personal, and I promised, and it's not important anyway. Well, it is important in one way...it's just that now, if I come onto him..." Liz held up a hand: "He told you something...intimate or...it made him vulnerable or something, and now he might think you were sleeping with ...
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