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What Could Have Been

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What Could Have Been by JettThis is a fantasy of mine. Something that almost happened but didn't.Some parts of fact, but most of it is purely fictional. If I had notstopped it, I am a gentlemen, or a chicken-shit depending on your gender,this might have been a true story. But it's not, sorry. I late October, my best friend, Lauren, and I decided to have a party.We are both in college, and we were planning on drinking with several ofher friends in my dorm room, I live alone. The little get togetherconsisted of Lauren, Melissa (a friend of hers from home), Sandy (mygirlfriend), Breck (Lauren's roommate, and Sandy's best-friend), andmyself. Four beautiful women and me, isn't college great. It started offgreat. I got a large amount of alcohol, a fifth of vodka, rum, and JackDaniel's for myself, as well as a bottle of expensive liqueur. I snuck itin my room earlier, alcohol is forbidden in the dorm. About eighto'clock, I picked them up. We got some dinner and went back to my place.The plan was perfect, a true drunkfest. Like all perfect plans, things started to fall apart. Sandy, who I washoping to be alone with, had injured her knee earlier that week and wason mild painkillers. We were not going to allow her to drink. Lauren andMelissa each polished off the vodka and the liqueur that I can't spell,Gran M something. The soon became very sleepy. About eleven, they wantedto go home. I was fairly buzzed, but nothing too strong, so I wanted tokeep drinking. So did Breck, she still had about half of her rum left.Sandy offered to go with Lauren and Melissa, to make sure they got homesafely. Breck decided to stay much to my dismay. There we were, me with good ol' JD, and her with Capt. Morgan's. Wecontinued drinking for a few more hours; The Jack was soon laid to waste.I was drunk, but not too drunk. Breck was the same, but a lot more"friendly". I decided to try a trick that Lauren showed me. I gave Brecka back massage, to get the blood flowing and make her feel more drunk. Itworked. There we were her warm body seated between my legs, my handslovingly easing the stress of the week away. She relaxed and leaned back,resting softly on my chest. I wrapped my warms around her waist, pullingher closer to me. I soon felt her lips easily touching my neck. I turnedto look at her, and was caught by the most passionate kiss I have everexperienced. Soon we were a tangle of lust and passion. I told her to turn around andface me. Our embrace continued. She asked me to switch places and be ontop. We awkwardly readjusted positions, never pulling away from eachother for an instant. Her hands were running from my wavy light brownhair to the small of my back. I wanted feel her hands on my flesh, so Ipulled away and removed my shirt. Without asking, she did the same. Thefeel of being skin to skin with another human being was even moreintoxicating than the alcohol. I struggled with the clasp on her bra, andshe had to remove it for me. My mouth quick went from her sweet, supplelips, to her small, perky breasts. I first gentle kissed the right, whilemassaging the left with my hand. Soon, I was passionately sucking theentire breast into my mouth. My tongue danced across the nipple. I couldtell she was enjoying this, because her legs wrapped tightly around meand she began to grind into me through her jeans. I returned to the wildembrace of her awaiting lips, attempting to get as much body contact aspossible. Her hands worked around my waist, and began to fumble with mybelt. I pulled away, as to stop. I explained that I was a virgin andwanted to stay that way. *In truth the story stops here, but thefollowing is far more interesting*. She got more persistent. I explainedthat I didn't have a condom, so I was not going to go any farther. A pitiful frown crossed her lips. As to silence her, I returned tosuckling her tits. She began to grind into me more. Her hands again wentsouthward. I didn't want to do that, but I didn't want to stop completelyeither. I was surprised when she didn't touch my belt; she went for herown. I was sober enough to know that this was too much, but too drunk togive a damn. She pushed me back, and unfastened her jeans. Quickly, herleft hand went down the front of them. She began to moan in ecstasy. Thisis something I wasn't going to miss. I stood up and moved in behind her. She eased her jeans down to her knees and I wrapped my legs around her. Igot a glimpse of her completely soaken, pink panties. Light brown pubichairs stuck out of one side, they too were dripping wet. The smell of hersex was overwhelming and the most erotic scent to ever grace me. I wasutterly, and hopelessly aroused; my swollen cock was screaming to bereleased, but I knew I shouldn't. Her hand returned to her crotch,straight down the front of her lace panties. Her other hand was runningthrough my hair. I wanted this to be the most amazing experience of herlife, so I began to suck on her neck while both hands caressed herheaving breasts. Our lips meet again, and our tongues eagerly exploredeach other's deepest recesses. She began to moan, then scream as herpassion grew. Within seconds her body shook and she wailed loud enough towake up everyone in the building. Slowly her breathing subsided and shecalmed down. She brought her hand to my mouth, and I cautiously lickedher fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever experienced. Though her passion had been fulfilled, mine was about to cause me toexplode, and she knew it. With a sly, whimsical smirk, she asked me topleasure myself for her. I eagerly, almost too eagerly, accepted theinvitation. She removed her jeans completely, and sat at the other end ofthe couch. I stood and completely disrobed, showing all my manhood. Myswollen cock stood at complete attention, the head a deep purple beggingto be touched. I sat back down and slowly brushed the shaft with the tipsof my fingers. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the base andlightly stoked it. Her gaze was fixed directly upon my crotch. Her hand moved back to herown waiting snatch. Seeing her arousal, I moved to a quicker pace. Iplaced my entire right hand around the shaft, while my left cupped andmassaged my balls. I was so excited I knew I wouldn't last long, but Iwas trying to impress her. I held of as best I could for a few minutes,but she wanted to see me explode. Her hand, rubbing herself through thefabric, pulled her panties to one side, revealing the aching sex-holethat had brought her so much pleasure. Her clit was swollen, begged moreattention. She quickly compiled. I could hold back anymore, and unleashedcascades of cum across my chest and stomach. I had never cummed that hardor that much before in my life. With no thought, she leaned forward and slowly licked every drop from myanxiously shaking chest. Once she had finished, she moved closer and wefell into a passionate embrace again. Our lips meet, and I tasted my ownjuices upon her lips. The salty taste mixed with her own sweetness wasone of the erotic sensations I had ever felt. After a few minutes of this, we fell into each others arms and slept thatway, our naked flesh pressed tightly for hours of satisfying slumber *Ifyour interested, this is where the story returns to the truth*. In themorning, we awoke peacefully still in each other's arms. In the stills ofa passion that would not last, we felt comfortable. We never againreturned to the embrace that we had shared that night, each discreditingit as a drunken mishap. Though it is one time that I will alwaysremember. On a side note, I still dated Sandy after that, until herex-boyfriend, former fianc, returned. C'est la vie.