I pointed to the hot blond guy I’d been eyeing in the club for half an hour and said to my friend Felicia, “I’ll bet you 20 bucks I can have that dude’s cock in my mouth in five minutes.”

She was scandalized by my comment. “Jeez, Fay, I know you’re not happy about breaking up with Tony, but — ”

Felicia was right, I sure as fuck wasn’t happy. I’d caught my boyfriend getting a blowjob at a party in a hall closet, of all places. I was mortified. He tried “explaining,” saying the woman had just come up to him and offered. He couldn’t say no. That was his excuse. What an asshole.

It had happened in a house off-campus just before spring break. Now I was at the beach with my friends, pissed off, drinking too much and eager to do something stupid.

I slapped a 20 angrily on the table, almost upsetting our tropical drinks.

“I’m saying that shithead Tony was right!” I said. “No guy’ll turn down a blowjob. Five minutes!”

With that I spun away, feeling the drinks, I’d had. I marched over to the blond guy, who was standing alone. I’d never tried anything quite like this before. Under other circumstances I was actually sort of shy.

“Hi,” I said. Not the boldest opening, I admit.

“Hi.” He smiled.

“Do you… ” I trailed off.

“Do I… ?” he prompted me.

I brought up a mental picture of Tony, which reignited my anger. I stiffened my backbone, and said, “Do you want a blowjob?”

Once the words were out, I felt as embarrassed as I’d been at that party with Tony. But I stuck to my guns and didn’t flinch.

The hot blond’s smile had frozen. Finally, he said, “That’s some kind of trick question, right?”

“I mean it. Let’s step out onto the beach. Hell, I’ll do you in this corner. I — ”

“No,” he said.

“What?!” Whatever else I might’ve been expecting, a flat “no” wasn’t it. “What the hell do you mean?”

“Just that. No. You’re a very attractive woman. In fact, I’ve been wanting to go over and talk to you. But now I see you’re a little drunk.”

“But I bet 20 bucks!” I heard myself yelp.

He slipped a 20 out of his pocket and pressed it into my hand. He wasn’t acting like a jerk. Really, he was being an unbelievable gentleman about the whole thing. “No bad feelings about this, okay?” With that he stepped past me.

I looked back at the table. Felicia had split, too, probably unable to watch me make a fool out of myself.

“A drop of pre-come oozed from him, and the taste set off thrills in me.”

After that, I did the smart thing: I went to the hotel, alone, and slept till noon the next day.

A little dazed that afternoon, I went down the beach in my swimsuit. The sun felt good. I remembered the previous night and cringed. I went and swam in the emerald water awhile, expending all the nervous energy I’d built up. By the time I came back onto the sand, I was laughing at myself.

“Hi again,” someone said.

I pushed wet hair out of my eyes, and there was the blond guy, his toned golden body on display in his swim trunks. Water glistened on him as I studied him a moment too long.

“Hi,” I said, shyly this time. “I owe you a serious apology.”

“You don’t. My name’s Jack. You were swimming circles around me out there.”

“I’m Fay,” I told him. “You feel like walking on the beach?” Somehow the question felt even bolder than what I’d asked him the night before — but in a good way.

He grinned, and we walked along the bright sand. I liked how smoothly his limbs moved, the pull of his muscles. We talked. He was on spring break, too, from a different university.

We opened up to each other more. After a bit, I even told him about Tony. It sounded so ludicrous now, I laughed again. He joined me. We’d walked far down the beach, away from the hotels. We came to a secluded cove.

I stopped and let the incoming waves foam over my toes. Jack was shaking his head. “If you don’t mind my saying,” he said, “your ex-boyfriend is an idiot.”

I grinned. “I don’t mind you saying it at all.” I paused and looked into his eyes. “Come here,” I beckoned to him in a whisper.

He stepped up to me, and I slid my arms around him. His body was firm and warm. I knew how lucky I was that he’d been so decent last night. I put my mouth softly against his. The kiss was slow, luxuriant. His lips moved gently on mine.

Jack was getting a hard-on. He tried to keep it from pressing against me — still being a gentleman! — but I grabbed his hips and pulled his meat against my belly. My pussy was flowing, and my swim top chafed my stiffened nipples.

I deepened the kiss, putting my tongue in his mouth. He responded, frenching me back. Our faces ground together as excitement zapped through me.

When I broke the kiss, he panted, “You wanna come to my hotel room?”

I slid the suit top off my shoulders, baring my tits.

“What’s wrong with here?”

There was nobody around. Jack’s eyes darted all around, confirming for himself that we were alone. Then he focused his gaze on me as I peeled the swimsuit off my body. The onshore breeze prickled my skin nicely.

“Your turn,” I told him.

He hesitated a second, then dropped his trunks. His cock stood at attention, veiny and as stiff as mahogany. I felt a tickle in my throat, and my mouth began to water. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with this beautiful man.

I went to my knees before him. The surf splashed up around my naked thighs. His enticing length was at eye-level, and his cock twitched in anticipation.

I reached up and held his balls in my palm. I felt the stirring heat in them, and thought of the creamy reward that waited for me. Whatever else we did, I was going to suck this man off and swallow his come. Though he’d totally let me off the hook the night before, I wanted to follow through, after all.

Circling my thumb and finger around the base of his shaft, I pointed his cockhead toward me. I put out my tongue and swirled the thick, ruddy crown. A tiny drop of pre-come oozed from him, and the taste set off electric thrills in me.

I polished his knob with my tongue to a high gloss as he shivered. I looked up and saw his handsome face twisted with pleasure.

“I’m going to suck you until you come,” I told him.

He nodded in agreement. No arguments this time.

With relish, I closed my lips around the head of his cock. The texture of his skin was so smooth, and I could taste sea salt on his flesh. I continued to caress him with my tongue as I moved the ring of my mouth farther down his staff.

I explored the individual veins bulging from his shaft. I felt the pulse of him. My mouth distended, and my cheeks flattened in around him as I dropped lower and lower. Finally, his thick crown touched the back of my throat. With a silent lunge, I moved past my gag reflex. He trickled more pre-come into me. I swallowed, tightening my throat muscles around him.

Jack moaned and planted his feet deeper in the sand. Water continued to spatter my bare body. My nipples were hard tight points, tingling with joy. The waves brushed my pussy, and I felt as wet as the ocean.

I sucked Jack down to his base, taking every inch and holding him there for a moment. I savored his flavor, his size. This was, I knew, so much better than it would’ve been had he let me drunkenly blow him the night before.

I started with a slow, firm rhythm. I kept my lips sealed around him and just bobbed up and down. One hand stayed on his balls, gently fondling them. I brought my other hand to my pussy, brushing two fingers along my slit before sliding them inside myself. It was almost a bonus pleasure. I was already feeling a serious excitement sucking on that sweet cock.

“I sucked Jack down to his base, taking every inch and holding him there.”

Jack’s hands tentatively touched my head. I felt his fingertips on my damp hair. I wanted him to feel free to grab my hair and fuck my face if he liked. I began blowing him harder. As I rode my mouth on him, I started twisting my head, giving him a varying angle with every plunge.

He groaned louder. Above, seagulls cried. I worked my two fingers harder in my slot as pleasure built. Gooseflesh rose all over my body as I sucked Jack with gusto. Spit ran out of the corner of my mouth. I felt it dangle from my chin, but I didn’t break my fast tempo.

My tongue was working his shaft crazily. I felt a strain in my jaw, but nothing was going to stop me. At last he wound his fingers into my hair. He took a grip, and I let out a growl that must have set his nutsac humming.

He started to hump against my mouth. I showed him I could take anything he gave me. I deep-throated him repeatedly as his legs quivered under him. I was relentless, and he began to seriously fuck my mouth. My forehead butted his hard, flat stomach as his cockhead met my tonsils again and again. I kept fingering myself, driving those digits deep up into my pussy.

He had two firm fistfuls of my hair and was plowing my mouth. He grunted with every thrust. When guttural words started slipping out, like “fuck” and “suck,” a new tremor of excitement overtook me. I loved having guys talk dirty. The trick was that it had to be someone who wasn’t an asshole.

Jack wasn’t. So when he said clearly, “Yeah, suck my cock!” I looked up at him without breaking contact and gave him an encouraging wink.

After that he let loose with a wonderfully obscene barrage. Every pornographic word increased my pleasure. Suddenly, my pussy went tight around my intruding fingers as orgasmic bliss rushed through me.

Maybe he sensed it and had been holding back. Maybe our timing was just as perfect as it could be for spring break lovers. Whatever, at the peak of my climax Jack unloaded into my waiting mouth.

His spunk was thick and warm, and his salty juice poured down my throat. I didn’t miss a drop of it, swallowing every bit. He was so delicious.
If you’d asked me right then how I felt about my ex-boyfriend, I would’ve said, “Tony who?”

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