Follow Tiffany’s lead

“Of course I want to hear about your past year.” Swept up in the atmosphere, I can’t help but fall prey to Tiffany’s ‘happy-go-lucky’ attitude on life.

Tiffany suddenly springs to her feet with cat-like agility, giggling and laughing. “Lemme tell you! Nothing but jocks and cocks all year long!” Now standing at the side of the couch, Tiffany waggles a finger, beckoning me to follow, which I obediently do, into her bedroom. I stand still watching as Tiffany casually strips naked of her clothes, admiring her full breasts and long, perky nipples. Transfixed, I continue to ogle as she strides towards her dresser, retrieving a red thong from the top drawer, languidly drawing it up along her athletic legs, over the muscular thighs, pulling the thin waistband high on her hips. Her hands reach behind and tuck the thin band securely between the two perfectly sculpted bubbles before returning to the front and spreading the meager material just enough to cover the smoothly shaved pussy.

Watching Tiffany’s casual display of her nudity is spiking my own arousal. This would definitely be any boy’s wet dream, but yet it feels so natural to watch Tiffany get dressed, as a girl. It’s as if I’ve done this many times before. I watch as she dons a pair of tight fitting capris and a pastel purple blouse, making herself look somewhat like myself.

After slipping on a pair of open-toe stiletto sandals and lacing them up, Tiffany bustles past me, grabbing my wrist as she does. “Off to the pub for dicks and drinks!” I stumble after her trying to keep up as she giggles, “Though not necessarily in that order!”

Opting to walk the few blocks to the pub, Tiffany regales me with many lurid tales of her exploits while away at college, all of which cause my cheeks to turn crimson. Much like the walk to Tiffany’s house, we pass by several men, boys, and groups, garnering an appreciative amount of attention.

Entering into O’Flannery’s Pub, I casually mention that I don’t have much money for drinks, to which Tiffany replies, “Nonsense … I guarantee we won’t spend a single dime!”

True to her words, as soon as we enter, I notice we are among very few other women, men parting a clear path towards two empty stools at the bar. “What can I get you two lovely ladies? First drink is on the house, my treat!” The rather handsome bartender smiles brightly, his age marked by the slight greying of his temples. Tiffany elbows my ribs and nods towards the bartender as he turns away, commenting on his tight butt and the bulge in his black trousers.

Within a few minutes, a bevy of male patrons stop by offering casual conversation while purchasing more drinks. A few hours pass by with Tiffany constantly commenting on the size of their snakes, rather than their personality. There is one guy, Mark, another well dressed gentleman in his thirties, that spends a considerable amount of time chatting with us, repeatedly ordering refills. Tiffany makes sure to ensure I catch a glimpse of the impressive swell within his slacks. I can’t deny the swell of desire that builds within my loins. As the evening progresses, Mark excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

Once again, Tiffany jabs my ribs, nodding in direction of the toilets. “Here’s your chance! If you don’t do something, I will!”