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Original - Misc › Non-Fiction/True Stories/Autobiographical
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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18,067
Reviews:
16
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The Bathroom Door
Names have been changed to protect my dignity.
It was February of 1982. I sat on the ratty sofa and took a sip from my Matilda Bay wine cooler. My lover stood across the room from me in deep conversation with Ed, the man whose humble abode we were partying in. The place was tiny - there were only five of us present, but it was crowded. It smelled of marijuana and cigarette smoke and kerosene smoke. As usual I was the only female present - Gray's friends were fairly unlucky in love, except for Marty, who was married, and in his case it was his wife whose fortune was foul because he was a philandering jackass. Darren, who sat beside me, was my favorite of Gray's friends. He was laid-back, kind, never sexist. He was the only one of the group (aside from Gray) that was truly MY friend. The rest treated me as they would furniture, or a dog, or a hired domestic. At any rate, Darren split a joint with me and pretty soon we were laughing and talking. I wasn't paying attention to Gray any more, which is probably what started the whole adventure.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Come here," Gray said softly, then stepped into the hall. I nodded at Darren and followed Gray. Imagine my surprise when he pulled me into the next room - Ed's one tiny bathroom/laundry room - and slammed and locked the door.
"What?"
He pushed me against the clothes dryer. "Get up there."
I was so fucked up I was game for about anything, so I cheerfully obliged. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then peeled them off me along with my underwear. Impatiently he shoved my legs apart. "They're in the next room," I hissed, but he leaned over and began kissing down my belly. Now I have to tell you that I am very, very loud in bed, and the thin paneled walls of the house were far from soundproof. Also, our three friends saw us disappear into the bathroom together. Yeah, you're getting the picture. I stopped caring about that when Gray pulled my lips apart and started teasing my clit with his tongue. He went down better than any man I'd ever had, and he was giving it his best. He slipped his middle finger into my pussy and worked it as he ate me. Pretty soon the people across the street could hear my moans. I was getting close, really close, so he pulled me off the washer, unzipped enough to get his cock out, and pushed me up against the bathroom door. His cock was swollen and angry, and he shoved it all the way in with a single thrust, then started pounding. He was banging me against the damned bathroom door; my back bumped it with each thrust, and the fact that three guys were hearing me get fucked was turning me on even more. I came hard, and as always I was noisy as hell. He was right with me, too, and he wasn't much quieter.
The aftermath was a little embarassing. We redressed and came out together, then made our excuses and left. We partied with the same crowd many, many times after that, but no one ever mentioned it, at least to me. We never did that again, either, although we've had many other sexual adventures together over the years. I married Gray in 1988, and though we gave up the partying we still do love to play together. Guess some things never change.
It was February of 1982. I sat on the ratty sofa and took a sip from my Matilda Bay wine cooler. My lover stood across the room from me in deep conversation with Ed, the man whose humble abode we were partying in. The place was tiny - there were only five of us present, but it was crowded. It smelled of marijuana and cigarette smoke and kerosene smoke. As usual I was the only female present - Gray's friends were fairly unlucky in love, except for Marty, who was married, and in his case it was his wife whose fortune was foul because he was a philandering jackass. Darren, who sat beside me, was my favorite of Gray's friends. He was laid-back, kind, never sexist. He was the only one of the group (aside from Gray) that was truly MY friend. The rest treated me as they would furniture, or a dog, or a hired domestic. At any rate, Darren split a joint with me and pretty soon we were laughing and talking. I wasn't paying attention to Gray any more, which is probably what started the whole adventure.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Come here," Gray said softly, then stepped into the hall. I nodded at Darren and followed Gray. Imagine my surprise when he pulled me into the next room - Ed's one tiny bathroom/laundry room - and slammed and locked the door.
"What?"
He pushed me against the clothes dryer. "Get up there."
I was so fucked up I was game for about anything, so I cheerfully obliged. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then peeled them off me along with my underwear. Impatiently he shoved my legs apart. "They're in the next room," I hissed, but he leaned over and began kissing down my belly. Now I have to tell you that I am very, very loud in bed, and the thin paneled walls of the house were far from soundproof. Also, our three friends saw us disappear into the bathroom together. Yeah, you're getting the picture. I stopped caring about that when Gray pulled my lips apart and started teasing my clit with his tongue. He went down better than any man I'd ever had, and he was giving it his best. He slipped his middle finger into my pussy and worked it as he ate me. Pretty soon the people across the street could hear my moans. I was getting close, really close, so he pulled me off the washer, unzipped enough to get his cock out, and pushed me up against the bathroom door. His cock was swollen and angry, and he shoved it all the way in with a single thrust, then started pounding. He was banging me against the damned bathroom door; my back bumped it with each thrust, and the fact that three guys were hearing me get fucked was turning me on even more. I came hard, and as always I was noisy as hell. He was right with me, too, and he wasn't much quieter.
The aftermath was a little embarassing. We redressed and came out together, then made our excuses and left. We partied with the same crowd many, many times after that, but no one ever mentioned it, at least to me. We never did that again, either, although we've had many other sexual adventures together over the years. I married Gray in 1988, and though we gave up the partying we still do love to play together. Guess some things never change.