Blowjob Storytime

***** Please Note - This chapter was written by BosomBuddies and edited to fit into this storyline

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SHANE

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Tracy's fingers teased their way down my zipper, finally freeing my cock to the chilly night air. She wasted no time, immediately gripping my naked shaft between her fingers and pumping me to full hardness.

Then she dropped her mouth down to my lap and-and-

"Ohhh..." I moaned.

Tracy took her lips off my cock just long enough to whisper, "Keep telling the story."

We'd been making out in my car for god knows how long. Our passionate bouts of kissing and groping were periodically interrupted by me recounting for Tracy the many, MANY fantasies I'd had of her over the years.

"Where was I?" I panted.

"Ha-bo-reeb," she mumbled through the meat of my cock.

"Right, Halloween. You're-ahh! You're wearing that damnable little I Dream of Jeannie costume, with those see-through harem pants and that tight crop top."

"I remember that night," Tracy teased, releasing my cock once more. "Two years ago. You were eye-fucking me like the whole time."

"Yeah, well, in the 'What If' fantasy, I do a whole lot more than just look at you. I rip that costume right off your body, tearing apart the lace and the silk-then I bend you over the sofa, slide aside the tiny pink panties you're wearing, and I fuck you right there at the party, in full view of everyone."

"Mmm, I would have liked that," she purred.

Her fingers trailed up and down my wet shaft, and our eyes met in the darkness of the car. Tracy moaned slightly as she spoke: "I wanted you so bad that night. I kept finding excuses to sit on your lap, just so I could feel how hard you were beneath me. If you had gone for it-tried to really fuck me-I might not have been able to resist, even with Connor and Ria right there with us."

I groaned as she squeezed my shaft for emphasis.

Tracy blushed: "I went home that night and fucked Connor like crazy, pretending it was you."

"Oh Jesus," I moaned.

"Honestly, I think that night was the reason I agreed to do that bachelor party strip tease thing for you, two months later."

I reached up and squeezed Tracy's breasts through her sweater.

"Thank God for that, then. If that night had never happened, then this night might never have happened."

"Another 'what if?'"

Tracy's huge eyes held mine as she asked, "And how about you and me? Do we ever get married in the fantasy? Or is it always just sex? Always just friends?"

I looked right at her: "You are so much more to me than 'just a friend,' Trace. I've had lots of friends in my life. Some of them have even been ridiculously beautiful women. But none of them have been you."

"Do we get married, then? In the fantasy, I mean."

"Pshh! As if my fantasy could ever be complete without the vision of you in a wedding dress. Or the vision of you stripping out of one."

"Ooh, tell me about our hypothetical wedding night," she grinned, moving her mouth back down towards my lap.

"My pleasure."

"You mean a lot to me, too Shane," she cooed, kissing her way up and down the length of my penis. "Every inch of you."

*****

I gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles.

After three years of unconsummated tension, and an entire day of build-up, Tracy was on fire. Mid-blowjob, she dazedly muttered, "Mmm, I could suck your cock forever," and I'm fairly sure she meant it. The look in her eyes brought me right to the edge-every nerve in my body screaming for me to just cut loose and blow my load in the girl's beautiful mouth.

But I didn't. Much as it pained me to do so, I pulled Tracy's loving red lips off my cock and zipped up my pants.

"Not just yet," I chided her. She whimpered in frustration.

Instead, I pulled her onto my lap-the two of us passionately dry-humping as we kissed and moaned and whispered in each other's ears about all the naughty things that might have been.

"I can't believe we waited a whole year to do this," she panted. "Giving you that lap dance last Christmas was like the most exciting thing I've ever done. Why didn't you ask for a repeat performance?"

"I wanted to," I told her. "For a long time. Basically every time I saw you but it didn't quite seem right. I always found a reason to chicken out. First it was too close after you and Connor broke up then, by the time I got past that, I figured you had forgotten about it or that you'd think it was weird that I was bringing it up so far after the first time."

"Sometimes you need to get out of that handsome little head of yours," Tracy said. She poked my forehead playfully before sucking my tongue back into her mouth. Our dry humping had grown in intensity, the two of us rocking against each other at a fevered pitch. "Do you know what my what if is?"

"Tell me," I said. My hands slid up under her sweater, gripping her breasts through her padded bra.

"My what if is 'what if I knew I could touch you that night?'" Tracy moaned as I pinched her nipples through her bra then licked right behind my ear. My cock lurched in my jeans, threatening to explode.

"What would you have done?" I grunted.

"I've thought about this..." Tracy placed her lips right next to my ear. "... a lot."

She was panting light a dog in heat. Why did we insist on torturing each other like this. What the hell time was it anyway? I glanced down at my watch. It was nearly one o'clock. We had gotten so caught up in each other's company and stories we hadn't even noticed that time had just flown by.

Fuck it.

"Why don't you tell me while I drive us back to the house?"