A few years ago I dated a girl named Julia who was a hot mess.

I liked her, but she loved her vices — mainly drugs and alcohol. I was working retail during the day, and on the weekends I hosted a popular DJ night at a bar all our friends frequented. My night became a “thing” and every Saturday was a wild party. Julia would usually do it up extra big and became a colossal pain in my ass. Forget going home at 2 a.m. and ending the night with a great fuck. She would often pass out while we were still in the taxi.

One Saturday evening during my regular DJ night, I noticed Julia talking with Alyssa. I knew Alyssa pretty well and always had a little thing for her. Maybe I was fed up with Julia, or maybe I was just horny, but I found myself looking past my girlfriend and right at Alyssa. Julia was sipping on her drink while Alyssa waved her arms and chatted intently. Even over the music, I could hear her sultry, throaty voice.

As the night came to an end, Alyssa was still at the bar laughing and talking. She was composed and stunning. I couldn’t help but stare at her. Meanwhile, Julia, who was on her usual end-of-the-evening ramble, wobbled up to me and slurred that she was ready to go home.

I had no interest. I was getting sick of it. So I invited our remaining friends at the bar to come back to my house for an afterparty. Alyssa perked up at the idea, and the seven of us, including Julia, went outside and hailed a few cabs.

When we got to my place, Julia excused herself to the bathroom and never returned. A few guys raided the kitchen to mix some drinks, and Alyssa plunked herself onto the L-shaped couch right next to me. I could see her ample cleavage being forced up by her bra under her sheer black sweater. She extended her legs on the coffee table, crossing them over mine and rubbing my shoulder against hers. I could feel the tension rising between us as the night wore on, but I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination running away with my cock.

At one point, I got up to use the toilet and peeked into my bedroom to check on Julia. She was stretched out in the middle of my bed, sleeping like a wasted baby.

By the time 4 a.m. rolled around, everyone was ready to leave. Someone offered to split a cab with Alyssa but she said she  felt bad because her place was in the opposite direction. As we all said our sloppy good-byes, Alyssa pulled out her phone and pretended to request an Uber.

“Don’t worry,” she said in a raspy whisper. “I’m not leaving yet.”

When everyone was gone, we returned to the couch with our drinks. She put her hands on my chest and grabbed my shirt, “Are you sure Julia is asleep?”

I nodded like a bobblehead and tugged at her pants, pulling them down to reveal her creamy thighs and perfectly manicured pubic mound — a strawberry blonde triangle pointing down to her cunt. I dove right in and ran my tongue from the bottom of her moist, soft slit to the top. I felt her whole body shudder as she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face deeper into her pussy. I batted her clit with my tongue like a kitten playing with a toy. I lapped up her pussy juice as she fought to hold back her moans.

I could feel her clit growing as my spit mixed with her sweet syrup. She tasted so good I wanted to swallow everything that poured out of her. Alyssa wiggled her pelvis into the air and I slipped a finger into her asshole as I continued to slurp. She whipped her head back, flexing her abdomen so hard that I stopped to stare up at her. I was her loyal slave, so I dove back in, sandwiching my hand in her ass and my tongue commanding her pussy. I was so lost between her legs that I barely noticed when she gripped at my neck and whispered, “Stop. I think I hear Julia.”

I could have cared less in that moment, but she was right. I heard something. Fuck. I told Alyssa to wait and walked to the bedroom. Julia was still asleep. I touched her shoulder and she started to snore again. I closed the door and returned to Alyssa. She had pulled a blanket over her naked bottom half.

“I want to finish you off,” I said.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes starving for me. “Sit next to me,” she said, grabbing my hand and guiding it toward her wet pussy. “It’s too risky.”

I slipped four of my fingers into her, slowly sliding in and out so I could feel every nerve in her cunt.

I started rubbing her engorged, hot hole as she pulled my dick out and began stroking. Alyssa laid the blanket so it was covering us both as we jerked one another off. It was too fucking much. I needed to stick my cock inside her. I tried to mount her but she kept me down, using my dick as a stick shift.

Our arms were tangled as we furiously worked at one another as quietly as we could. I slipped four of my fingers into her, slowly sliding in and out so I could feel every nerve in her cunt engulf my hand like a bear trap. As she got wetter, she surrendered my cock from her hand, and I threw my thumb into the mix. Within seconds, I turned toward her, my entire hand driving into her heated gash as she bit into the couch cushions to keep from screaming. I watched her battle with herself as I slowly slipped out my fist, then ducked my head back under the blanket and sucked on her clit until she came all over my face. Her whole body convulsed as I drank up every last bit of her until I could barely breathe.

“Thank you,” she mouthed. “I love being fisted.”

We both sat silent, enjoying what had just transpired as we pulled on our clothes. Alyssa grabbed my hand and we went into my kitchen. She took what was left of the wine and poured us each a glass. I expected some awkward conversation about how we would act when we saw one another next.

“Do you think Julia woke up?” she asked innocently.

“She was snoring when I went in before,” I said.

Alyssa smiled. She picked up a chair from the kitchen, walked down the hallway toward the bedroom door, and shoved it under the knob, locking it in place. Genius. She came back at me, pushed me against the pantry door, and ripped down my pants. Taking my barely hard cock between her lips, she licked, slobbered, and sucked the life back into me within seconds.

Alyssa moved her mouth to my balls, gingerly tonguing them one by one as she jerked my shaft. She grabbed my ass, vacuumed in my dick, and I face-fucked her so hard her nose pressed into my stomach as she slurped, gobbled, and gagged. She was an animal, gulping, clenching, and working my pole like it was the last dick of her life. I couldn’t even think straight.

Just as I told her I was about to come, Alyssa twirled her tongue like it was split in two and cocooned me inside her mouth as I unloaded down her throat. Instead of wiping off her face, she licked her lips and slithering her hot tongue around my dick one more time.

She called herself a car without us saying much. It was like we’d both come to from a black-out. I stayed up for a while, tossing between total satisfaction and extreme guilt. The next day, I broke it off with Julia. A few months later, Alyssa and I started dating. And yes, she still likes to blow me in the kitchen, for old times’ sake.

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