Alina: A Free-Use Love Story

Alina: A Free-Use Love Story

Love in a world of casual sex

Chapter 1 by tmonk tmonk

"Mmm, that's good," I moan happily as Alina's soft lips slide down the length of my cock, engulfing me in the warm wetness of her eager mouth. I look down to see her beautiful green eyes gazing up at me, twinkling mischievously as she slowly pulls back until the head of my throbbing penis is positioned just in front of her lips. Strings of saliva link her mouth to my cock as she smiles impishly and flicks her tongue lightly around my helmet, tasting the precum that is already oozing out. I reflect again on just how happy I am to have found this girl.

We met about a year ago at a bar when I was out drinking with my buddies, she was 24 at the time and I had just recently turned 29. I spotted her as soon as I walked in. Her slim figure, ivory pale skin, full lips and sparkling green eyes had me captivated immediately. She was leaning with her back to the bar, elbows on its surface in a pose that highlighted her hip bones over the top of her low-slung jeans. A tight Star Wars t-shirt clung to her flat stomach and was only slightly distended by her small A-cup breasts. She was swigging from a bottle of craft beer and laughing at something one of her friends had just said, tossing her short, chocolate-coloured curls and revealing a smile that still lights up any room she is in. I knew then and there that I wanted to get to know this girl better.

It took me a few beers of my own to work up the nerve to approach her. I didn't just want a quick fuck this time, I wanted something much more satisfying. In the end, I needn't have worried; she started talking to me.

"Hey, cool shirt," she said lightly as I approached the bar to buy another round for my friends. I was so startled I had to look down to remember what I was wearing. I guess I was looking quite good that night. Just a shade over six foot tall, I stood looking slightly down at her 5'6" frame. Battered Converse shoes and grey jeans complemented the worn green Thunderbirds shirt I had on. A sheepish smile crept across my face, with its square jaw and thick framed glasses set below a tousled head of auburn hair. She stood closer to me and ran her hands over my broad shoulders, tracing a line down my torso to hook her fingers in the waistband of my jeans. She looked up at me, slightly biting her bottom lip in a way that even now still drives me wild. "I'm Alina," she purred, "Wanna buy me a beer? Or maybe just have some fun?" I glanced back to check on my buddies, seeing that they were all quite occupied. Dave and Jason were engaged in their usual intense political discussion, beer bottles waving around as they illustrated their points, while Adam had found an altogether better past time. He was leaning back on the couch with a petite Asian girl kneeling on the cushion next to him. His hand had disappeared under her skirt and she was grinding her hips into it and stroking his cock outside of his jeans while the two made out furiously. I looked back to Alina staring expectantly up at me and smiled. "How about that beer?" I quipped. She gave a mock pout as her hand moved down to caress my semi-hard cock. "Fine," she said, "but then after I might want something tastier."

The rest, as they say, is history. We ended up chatting at the bar most of the night while people drank, partied and fucked around us. We shared similar interests in movies, music and TV and happily debated the finer points of sci-fi universes, British versus US punk music and sexual positions. In the end, we only lightly made out in the bar, my hand down the front of her jeans playing with her wet, shaved pussy as she leaned back on a bar stool, one hand stroking my cock which she had freed from my jeans, the other on the back of my head as we kissed. After she had cum all over my fingers she leaned down and sucked me dry while I waved goodbye to my buddies as they left the bar. Adam winked knowingly at me, a curvy redhead under his arm, while the Asian girl he had been playing with earlier had her arms linked with both Dave and Jason and was no doubt in for a serious double-teaming when she got back to their apartment. Alina gulped down my cum and sat back on the bar stool smiling at me, a slim trickle of semen escaping from the corner of her mouth. "What say you come back to my place," I ventured, "and we see where this goes?" She leaned forward and kissed me sensually, her lips still salty from my semen, and hopped down off the stool. I barely had time to do up my jeans when her hand was hooked inside them again, dragging me after her as she made for the door.

Now, a year later, I gaze down at this beautiful minx as she once again lovingly engulfs my cock in her mouth, squatting in front of me in the living room of the apartment we share. A table is set for four places behind her as Adam and his new girlfriend are coming over for dinner. I know they'll be here soon but I just couldn't help myself when Alina gave me one of her lip-biting looks after setting out the last of the cutlery. I had grabbed her and torn her little black dress over her head before she sank to her haunches and pulled my cock out with her customary sigh of satisfaction. I feel myself starting to get close and put my hand on the back of her head, fingers nestling into her curls as I push deeper into her mouth until I feel her throat constrict around the tip of my penis. She lets out a little moan of pleasure and pushes it even deeper, her back arching so I can see her perfect taut ass poking out behind her, the line of her little black g-string curving between cheeks that are spread from her squatting position. I can feel the pressure building and am just about to cum when the doorbell rings.

Do I cum or answer the door?

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