Old friends, new lovers and the return of the slut

It was the first time that I had seen Vicki and Lisa since college. Back then we saw each other just about every day. The three of us had a lot of the same classes and spent a lot time at the same bars. We spent a lot of time hunting men together.

Lisa hadn’t changed much. Vicki on the other hand looked more like the school teacher that she had become. I remembered holding her hair back as she threw up late one Friday night in my bathroom. I remembered her giving head a frat boy in the bedroom at a keg party while I did the same to his friend. When I picked them up at the airport, she wasn’t wearing any conservative teacher clothes, but there was something different about her. As we drank that night at a bar on the beach, I told her that I couldn’t believe they let her teach our future generations.

The three of us spent most of the long weekend that there were here for trying to re-live our glory days or talking about it. And checking out the men in the process.

Lisa just looked, she called and sent text messages to her boyfriend every five minutes. Vicki and I did more than just look. Both of us fresh out of relationships, we danced with the men we met, we made out with them and in other ways were reminded that a breakup wasn’t the end of the world. In other words just having fun.

Saturday night, Lisa called it an early night and took a taxi home. Vicki and I didn’t want the night to end and when the bar closed, we continued on the festivities with two guys we just met – TJ and Jimmy. I paired up with TJ and still don’t know what TJ stands for. However, I do know that he had this calm, cool look about him that made me want to get to know him more intimately and that he could kiss. Not to mention that his clothes hung on his body, giving me an idea that he liked to workout, but not too much.

We made plans to stop at Jimmy’s apartment, pick up some liquor and appropriate mixing ingredients then sneak into one of the state parks along the coast to watch the water, drink and who knows what else. We never made it that far.

At Jimmy’s, I waited in the car while Jimmy and Vicki ran into get the supplies. Okay, we didn’t exactly wait. We made out until five or ten minutes later when TJ ran his hands into shirt and I realized that Vicki hadn’t returned yet.

I found the two of them in the kitchen, the glass bottle of rum sitting on the counter, their two bodies wrapped together as they made out.

“Change of plans?” I asked.

She broke away from the kiss and nodded her head yes.

“Stay here and drink?” I put my hand on the bottle, not wanting my buzz to fade away.

She took my hand and pulled me closer to her. “Yeah.” She kissed me. It was a drunk sloppy kiss and I could taste the vodka from her cranberry and vodkas earlier in the night, but it woke up my entire body.

She pushed me against the counter, pushed my hair out of my face and kissed me as our bodies melted together. I never thought that I would be making out with Vicki. Don’t get me wrong, I find her attractive. She has this cute, girl next door look with a hint of naughtiness but tonight the only person I thought I would be making out was with TJ.

Vicki and I had kissed before. But back then it was just a game, these kisses were more than just friends pretending to make out after far too many beers. I was much closer to sober this time.

We put a show on for the guys. They watched as we made out and stripped out of our clothes. She took the lead, but I can’t exactly say I just went along for the ride. I felt awkward half naked in front of two men I barely knew, wearing just my jeans and underwear as Vicki ran her tongue around my nipples, but I didn’t want it to end.

Along the way to Jimmy’s bed, we left a trail of our clothes. I ended up on my back, Vicki on top of me, her lips dancing from my hips and across my waist. I thought of my ex-boyfriend. For the first time in a couple of months I didn’t miss him. Her tongue dipped between my wet lips and I remembered Nicole. I wondered where she was and if she was still dating her boyfriend.

My body shook with each flick of her tongue across my clit. I squirmed as the erotic energy filled me like her fingers fucking me. I was surprised, it was clearly not her first time going down on another woman.

I forgot we were alone until she sat up and looked at Jimmy. “Fuck me.” She didn’t sound like a school teacher. She didn’t sound like the Vicki I knew from college either.

She returned to my lips and while her tongue swirled around my clit, Jimmy took her from behind. Her moans mixed with my own, filling the room with our lust filled cries.

She brought me to an orgasm with her mouth and fingers and when I opened my eyes, she was on the bed next to me with Jimmy on top of her.

TJ stood above me, looking down at me, waiting for me to give him the word.

“Yes, please.”

He didn’t waste anytime. He left his clothes behind and climbed on top of me, his thick and very hard cock pointed between me.

He wrapped his arms around me as he pushed into my wetness. He filled me with his hardness, reminding me of how much I loved cock. How much I loved being a slut. He brought out a side of me that had been hiding for too long. I didn’t need to spend all of my time looking for relationships. I may no longer be in college, but I wasn’t fifty either. I didn’t have to chase away fun.

He didn’t just pound away at me like far too many guys. He paid attention to my body and my moans. He fucked me to another ograsm and kept going.

He fucked me doggy style while I went down on Vicki. He filled the condom with his cum as I returned the favor to my friend.

The next morning, Lisa asked us about what happened after she went back to my apartment. Vicki gave her a censored version of the night, leaving out the encounter between the two of us. However, that night when Lisa passed out on my couch, Vicki climbed into my bed.

Vicki and Lisa are now back home, yet Vicki left me with more than just memories. With the help of TJ, she reminded me of who I am and what I need. I have a feeling that this will be the beginning of more adventures on a more frequent basis.