"Yeah, I'm just in town for
a few weeks on business," I said.
"So you wouldn't have heard the rumors," she admitted.
Just then, Mario walked in with his arm over Bobbie sloping
shoulders. She wriggled free and walked straight up to me. I
stood stock still as she lunged at me, grabbing my ears and
pulling me into another kiss. Again my mouth opened automatically,
expecting her tongue. What I didn't expect was a load of salty
saliva: Mario's anal creampie!
"MMMmmmmph!" I cried out. "Mmmmppphhh!" Lorlene and Mario laughed,
apparently knowing full well what was happening. I went to push
her way, to pry her fingers from my face, but my fingers brushed
her hair. God help me, I stopped fighting and began stroking
her hair and neck even as the sloppy anal creampie mushed around
in our mouths. "Mmmmmmmpph," I moaned.
Bobbi was the one who ended the kiss, leaving me confused, aroused,
and panting. I looked at her and the surprised pair of Lorlene
and Mario, who seemed dumbstruck. What the fuck had I done?!
"Damn, lover boy," Bobbi said, her misshapen face arranging
itself into what I took to be a look of revelation. She leaned
in, and I was afraid I was going to get another anal creampie.
Instead, she whispered into my ear. "If you are here around
closing time," she said softly, "you are coming back to my place."
Then she announced more loudly, "I need a fucking drink!" and
strode to the bar.
I looked at Mario and Lorlene. He was practically laughing,
but she looked vaguely concerned. "C'mon, let's get anal creampie,"
she said, taking my hand and leading me to the floor before
I could resist.
"You're a pretty good dancer," I commented after a spin around
the floor. Pluswise, she felt good in my arms. My randiness
was returning, I could tell.
After a quick thanks, she changed the subject. "Look, I love
Bobbi to death, but I'd advise you to call a cab or otherwise
get anal creampie here."
"Why?" I asked, confused. I'd'a thought she'd want her friend
to get lucky. With a face like that, her getting some sack time
had to be pretty rare. Getting blown in the parking lot was
a sight different than a roll in the hay for most guys.