Size Doesn't Matter (wink, wink) - Part One

Andrea

I glared at my cell phone, anger mounting as I read my boyfriend’s text.  “Sorry, babe, I am running late.  Not sure if I can make it.  Maybe see you later at home. XOXO Mark.”

Mark and I had been supposed to meet over an hour ago to see one of his friends play in a band a few doors down!  I could feel my face flush as I slammed the phone onto the bar top. “Dick!” I muttered. He was always late or a no-show, and I was sick of being treated like this!

“Excuse me?” a polite voice asked.  “Can I help you with anything?”

I hadn’t even noticed the guy sitting next to me, but I’ve always appreciated polite, well-mannered boys.  I’d just never dated them.

“Sorry,”  I said more softly.  “Boy problems.”

“That’s too bad,” he said with sincerity.  “Relationships are so tough to get right.”

I managed a little smile for him, and caught a quick glance of his body.  He was probably a little older than me, but had a boyish, young-looking charm to him.  Nicely built yet kinda small, but looked like he might have a nice set of abs on him.

He smiled as our eyes met, pleased that I had taken the time to check him out.  “My name is Tom,” he said confidently.

“Andrea,” I replied.  Our hands touched for a lingering handshake.

It’s not surprising that Tom was interested in me.  I was all glammed up in a cute little dark blue club dress that showed off my long legs, especially as I sat on a high barstool with them crossed.  And the poor guy kept sneaking quick glances at my firm tanned breasts, which perched heavily in small cloth triangles held in place with two thin straps.  I took a quick glance at them myself, confirming that my anger had hardened my nipples and made them push through the light fabric.  My long blonde hair flowed over my shoulders, and bounced against my bare back as I moved.

“Sorry to resort to the most over-used pick-up line ever...” Tom began. “But what are you doing in a place like this, dressed like that?”

“My boyfriend was supposed to pick me up to go see a band,” I responded, my anger building again.  “He can be so inconsiderate sometimes!”

“A young woman like you deserves to be treated better than that,” he agreed.  “If you can stay and have a drink with me, I would be honored.  If not, at least let me pick up your tab.”

Hmm. Tom was very different than the guys I am typically attracted to.  He looked like a professional business man, maybe an attorney or a young executive or something.  I normally date much rougher guys:  taller, beefier, bad-boy types.  But a free drink is a free drink! “I’d really enjoy spending some more time with you,” I said as I gave a coy smile and leaned toward him.

“Uh... Geez, me too!” he said with a broad smile.

Tom and I chatted for at least an hour, and had several more drinks.  He was really nice, and lots of fun to talk with.  I put my hand on the inside of his knee, and looked into his eyes.  “You want to go see that band with me?” I asked as I brought my other hand to my mouth and set a finger at my lips, using the most basic of my flirt moves.

“God, yes!” he said with intensity.  “Jesus, it’s been so long since I have had this much fun with a woman!”

Bad boy Mark!

He paid the bill, and we walked (or staggered!!) to where the band was playing.  Although there was a line, the doorman saw me stroll up, and motioned us in, taking a very deliberate, long look at me.  I could feel Tom beaming with pride as we watched the bouncer lust over my body.  Every guy loves the feeling of having other guys see him with a hot girl.

The band was already jamming, and I loved the song they were playing.  I took Tom’s hand, and pulled him toward the small dance area, which was just in front of the band.  He was a great dancer.  Good rhythm, nice moves, and had lots of confidence.  Soon we were right next to the stage, and having a great time.  I saw Mark’s friend behind the drumset, but I couldn’t tell if he saw me.

The band transitioned to a slow, romantic song.  I put my hands around Tom’s waist, put my head on his chest, and pulled him close.  His hands went around my waist, and his hands fell to the top of my butt, his fingers gently massaging each cheek.  He subtly pulled my hips into him in time with the music, and buried his head in my hair.

We moved as one in our own small space, letting our bodies intertwine as the song grew in intensity.  Soon we were pressed close, and I could feel his erection pushing firmly into my abdomen.  I moved my hips side to side, and felt it grow even harder as we danced.

“Ohhhh,” he moaned involuntarily into my ear.  “You feel so good.”

I moved my hips away from him, and let my hand slip between us, and rested on his bulge, my fingers tapping playfully on his balls.  Two fingers traced up and down the outline of his shaft, and stopped to gently massage his rim and head.  His penis was fully erect and hard as a baseball bat.  I could feel my wetness as I thought about how good he must be at oral sex, too, since guys with smaller penises often compensate by excelling at cunnilingus.  My current boyfriend never goes down.

I squeezed harder, and waited from him to look at me.  “You need to take me home,” I said softly into his ear.

“You just want me to drop you off?” he asked innocently.

“No, silly,” I said with an amused smile.  “I am hitting on you. You can come in.”  I paused.  “And that’s ‘cum’ with a ‘u’.”  He moaned softly again, and started pulling me to his car.

My apartment is only a couple miles away, and I gently rubbed him all the way there.  “ I just can’t believe this is happening to me,” he sighed.  “This is the best night of my life.”  I can’t remember ever having a guy so horny for me before.

As my door closed, he frantically undid my dress straps and let the fabric fall away from my breasts.  His one hand started caressing a breast while his mouth worked on the other nipple, and at the same time his other hand tugged on my zipper.  My dress fell to the floor, and I kicked it to the side, with my heels landing close by.

“Oh my god,” he stammered as he stared at my naked body.  “I didn’t even notice you weren’t wearing panties!  My god, you have a perfect body.”

My pussy glistened in the soft entrance light, its freshly shaven smoothness glimmering with the wetness of my anticipation.  I needed his mouth so badly right now.

“Strip,” I commanded breathlessly.  “And then eat me ‘till I cum.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he said with a huge smile as he tore at his buttons and zippers.

His clothes flew off, with his penis springing like a diving board as he freed it from his boxers.  Little threads of silvery pre-cum already drifted off its tip as it bounced around in anticipation of his lucky night.

He followed me as I walked into my bedroom and then sat down in my big cushioned armchair in the corner.  I slouched down, spread my legs wide, and put my legs over the arms.

“God, that is a beautiful pussy!” he beamed as he knelt down in front of me.  “We’re going to have so much fun with it!!”  He leaned forward until I felt his warm breath on my lips, and his fingers working up my thighs.

My prediction on his oral skills was right on.  He fingered, and licked, and sucked better than anyone I had ever been with.

“Make me cum like this,” I moaned.  “And then you can do anything you want to me.  Any where.  Any how.   As many times as you want.”

He ate with even more intensity, and the tension building inside me was nearly unbearable.  “I am so close..!” I groaned.  Suddenly, I heard my front door open and shut.

“Who’s that?!” Tom said, startled.  He started to lift off me, but my hands grabbed behind his head and pulled him back into me.

“Don’t stop!” I begged.  “It’s just my, uh... my roommate!”

The thought of getting caught like this was more than I could take, and sent me over the top.  My first spasm shot through my whole body, and then wave after wave of pleasure exploded, starting deep inside me, and crashed through me.  I moaned and screamed with pleasure, and pulled his head even tighter against my lips.   I finally relaxed as the last spasm finished, and the fog of satisfaction rolled over me.

I sighed and gave a satisfied smile.  “It’s been so long since anyone has done that to me,” I said as I looked at my boyfriend Mark’s angry burning eyes!

“What the fuck’s going on!” Mark yelled.  “Why the fuck is this little bastard licking my girl! And why were you stroking his dick earlier in front of my friend at the club?!”

Tom tried to stand, but Mark was already pulling him away from me by his hair.

“I ….I….I didn’t know…..” Tom stammered in a shaky voice.

Tom’s knees were shaking, and he was already white with fear.  I smiled as I looked at the contrast between the two men.  Mark was at least 9 inches taller, and far more muscular.  He wore the tan of a Texas construction worker, and his muscles twitched with rage.  If these men were trucks, Mark would be the Ford F250 monster, and Tom would be the Ranger mini.

Mark looked at me.  “Can’t believe you would consider fucking this,” he said pointing at Tom.  “Such a tiny dick.  I’m bigger than that when I’m soft.”

I nodded in agreement. “It’s awfully small, but he bought me lots of drinks so I thought I would give him some mercy sex.  But I’d rather climb on a much bigger one.”

“What’s going on here?!” Tom whined as he looked at me, sweating nervously.  “I thought you liked me!!”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Sometimes you gotta compete for what you want.”

I felt my tension coming back as Mark glared at Tom, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and tossing it to the side.  His chest was massive and muscular.  Mark lifted his fists and took a fighting stance.  He looked so good in his tight jeans, calf muscles bulging and jumping with anticipation of attack.  “Get ready to fight,” he commanded.

“Just don’t mess up his face,”  I pleaded.  “He looks so boyish!”

...tee hee! To be continued!

-Tustin