At a bar with my friend

I ran through a few bitches the next couple months, and forgot about the brunette with her thick pale ass. I stopped searching “Thick Thighs” in Pornhub. I was basically cured with my obsession with this girl.

Then I walk into a viewing party for my college’s annual football rivalry game, and she’s sitting there at the bar, her thick brown hair pulled back tight in a ponytail, and wearing my college’s colors. I seriously thought, ‘Oh my god, she remembered where I went to college and showed up to meet me here.’

I smirked and walked up to her, but before I could speak, I was embraced in a hug by my friend—my fraternity brother, and former roommate, one of my best friends. He backed out of the hug, and said, “This is my girlfriend. You may remember her from the baseball game back in the summer.”

Or I may remember her **** on my cock. I smiled, and put out my hand to shake her hand, “Hi I’m Joey. Nice to see you again. You stole this guy away from that frizzy haired bitch?”

She laughed, “Oh my god that girl was awful. Don’t worry I won’t let him forget that he had two girls on our first date.”

I ordered some shots. Really it wasn’t too awkward. The girl never did anything to imply that we had fucked. She was very smooth. I could’ve taken lessons. I was hoping that the more she has to drink, the more she would flirt with me. But the opposite happened, the more she drank, the more she was all over my friend. Sitting in his lap, and draping herself all over him. They were too cute together. It was nauseating.

I got up and went to piss. I went to one of the single occupancy restrooms. Before I could close the door, the brunette ran up and stopped me. I said, “No. I got here first.”

She peeked her into the restroom, and said, “There’s two toilets. You use the urinal. It’s fine. We’ve already seen everything.”

I let in her, and she rushed to the toilet, slide her pants down, and sat. I stepped up to the urinal, and started peeing. I nonchalantly asked, “Have you been thinking about me?”

She looked up at me, “I forgot that you were going to be here.”

I laughed, “Right. Maybe that was the wrong question. I should have asked: have you been thinking about this?” I turn my hips, so my dangling dick was right at her eye level.

She smiled, and reached up and grabbed my dick. She said, “It’s not as big as I remember.”

“Keep touching it, and it will match your memory,” I said. My friend’s girlfriend was holding my cock in the bathroom. She still wanted me. I felt a little bad for him, but not really.

She dropped my cock, and stood up. I caught the tiniest glimpse of pubic hair before her pants were on. She walked to the sink, saying, “You’re so obsessed with your own dick. It’s unattractive.”

While she washed her hands, I walked up behind her and rubbed a hand up her big soft ass. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Don’t lie. You know you think about my how huge cock felt inside you, and how you want to feel it again.”

I swear she moved her hips, and rubbed her thick ass against me. She turned around, and looked up at me, and said, “I’m not going to lie.” Then she walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to wash my hands by myself.

When I came back to the bar, she was sitting next to my friend, his arm around her shoulder, and her hand in his lap. Seeing me, she said loudly, “I hope Joey doesn’t buy another round of shots. I might not make it out of the bar before needing wild sex.”

My friend blushed in embarrassment. He whispered, “I thought your motto was a lady in the streets, and a freak in the sheets.”

The brunette laughed and whispered, “Sorry. I’m a little tipsy. Maybe your friend didn’t hear that I’m a little slut behind closed doors.” She turned and subtly winked at me.

Holy fuck. This girl was flirting with me while groping on my friend. What could I do? I bought another round of shots.

It was a fun afternoon. Our team won, and we got drunk. I helped them into a cab. With my friend in the backseat, the brunette gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye. Her lips slid to my ear, and she whispered, “Christmas is coming up next month and I would love a dildo of your cock.”

Before I could reply, she disappeared into the cab, and left to have wild sex with my friend.

I stood drunk and confused. Did my friend’s girlfriend really just ask for a cast of my dick? I couldn’t comprehend this right now. What I needed right then was to fuck or masturbate furiously.

I went back into the bar. Back to the single occupancy bathroom. I spit on my hand and rubbed my cock. Rubbed it until I was hard. Thinking about those thick pale thighs, that big soft ass, the tits with the perfectly round light brown nipples. I thought about her screaming. Screaming praise for my big cock destroying her little pussy.

Then I groaned and ejaculated into the toilet. I flushed, tucked myself back into my pants and washed my hands. I left the bar googling how to make a mold of my dick.