Reminiscence

As the night went on, she wasn’t tipsy anymore. She was fucked up.

“Garrett’s cock was as big as my arm, I swear to God,” she said.

“Oh yeah?”

“His dick felt like it hits a wall that you don’t even know is there,” she slurred. “I mean, it was scary at first. Actually, at first it didn’t even feel good. I just put on a show for him. He was too big. It was all an act. But once I got used to it and we figured out the best angles, it was just incredible.”

“How big was he, anyway?” I tried to appear nonchalant. “Like, how many inches?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe ten? He could drape his whole cock over my face. His balls were on my chin and the tip of his penis was above my forehead. I could grab on to him with both hands and still have some cock left over.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, shaking my head.

“I mean, he was huge,” she said dreamily. She snapped out of it for a moment and looked at me. “Wait—what do you mean ‘You know’? How could you know?”

I froze like a deer in headlights.

“I—uh, it’s just a figure—“

She laughed. She was joking around, thank God. I nervously laughed along and sipped my wine.

“Do you like being humiliated? Does that like, turn you on?”

I paused. I hadn’t really thought about it.

“No, I don’t think so…I don’t think that’s what I like about it. But I can get into it, if that does it for you.”

“I don’t think that’s why I like being shared, either,” she said. “But it’s kinda hot, though.” She gave me a devilish grin and leaned in for a kiss, stopping right at my lips.

“I think it’s hot to say, ‘Your little dicklet isn’t cutting it. I know someone who can actually satisfy me. And when he does, I’m gonna make you watch every moment of it.’”

“Mmm…so I can see how a real man fucks.”

“Yeah, so you can see how a real stud fucks me.”

We kissed passionately and she moaned.

I pulled back. “Do you think you could pick up a guy at a bar?”

She was stunned. “Do I think I could pick up a guy at a bar? Um, have you seen me?”

“No,” I replied, laughing, “I mean do you think you could pick one up tonight? And, y’know…suck his dick or something?”

“Oo, eager to see me please another man already,” she taunted. “No, I’m too fucked up tonight. But maybe this weekend…” She ran a finger over her curvy chest.

My stomach did a backflip. This was going to be fun.