The Panda's Birthday Party

So last night was another fabulous adventure at my equivalent of church - Too Much Love. My favorite dance night of all time.  I get in for free with a long since defunct California VoTec School ID, and drinks before midnight are cheap. So early I came, and volumes did I drink. 

It was the birthday of the main DJ there, Soviet Panda l

ast night, so this wiry little guy in a cardigan and cute long thin hair kept getting up on the dj booth with a mic to drunkenly call on 'shouts' for SP like every 15 minutes it seemed.  It would have been so very John Hughes film if after one of his shout outs he were to scream and dramatically fall off the booth and get caught and surfed around by the crowd. It didn't happen that way though. 

I set out to write a sex blog, and I really have only been disappointing myself. Last time I hinted at it and procrastinated writing that humiliating tell-all for another time. But hey, maybe I just like to tease.  This will be the entry, I guarantee it - because I got too much love last night!!! It was fucking amazing - and not even just the sex! The whole hilarious drama leading up to it, and the cab ride, and the foreplay: It's making me swoon, so I should just go ahead and write it down before I just start daydreaming. 

Well first off, he was looking kind of goofy and cute the way he always does when he walks around before his set (Soviet Panda) and it crossed my mind a time or two to try and bag the Panda himself, ON HIS BIRTHDAY! He makes the understatement of just an ironic tight t-shirt and jeans work pretty well. He's not an olympian or anything, but I'm not always that choosy. 

     But the longer I thought about it, it just didn't seem like the kind of score that would seem as epic in retrospect. Going after the DJ, in my mind originally felt like going after the quarterback of the football team. Ooooh the publicity! The intrigue! But after I thought about it more it seemed more like going after the Mascot. 

The one thing we have learned from Chinese zoos, is that Pandas must first be seduced. Not an easy thing to do.

So with that idea in flames, I set off to find my Quarterback, and maybe a couple cheerleaders if I was lucky. 

First I started up a conversation with this one really friendly guy who was very very cute. He was skinny but had some decent muscle in just the right places.  I could see him being good with horses if we lived 100 years ago.  Dressed pretty nice, but didn't overdo it. His eyes were really sharp for most of our conversation which lasted the better part of an hour. He bought me a couple drinks, but bought several more for himself. As he drank more and more he got really excited and lost that kind of sharp edge to him that I thought was so hot before. By the end of it he was acting pretty foolish and still trying to impress me, but I just wasn't feeling it anymore. 

Good thing a small group of his friends came up and pulled him away to go dance. I was still drinking so I remained and talked to a couple of boys and girls from his group that stayed behind. My cheap drinks were tasting watery the way that cheap drinks usually do, and the dance floor was pretty slow to develop into anything significant, so I was perfectly happy getting nice and buttered up. I played the honey bee going back and forth between talking to the girls and the boys, but a very tasty drama unfolded as it was all happening.  I should describe all the players so it makes sense when I tell what happened. 

BOY 1: Black hair. SMOKING HOT. Unhhhg. Really nice, NO GAMES - this is what people had been telling me about the midwest all along, but I never believed it. If this guy were in Cali, he'd be a player and a douchebag, but here - 100% cool dude.  He had sort of a Brat-pack charm and style to him. The shit he said was really cool I liked him immediately and I could tell he liked me back. I wanted the key to his pants. 

BOY 2: Sort of a wingman for Boy 1, but also very funny in conversation. He spent a lot of time texting and taking phone calls amid all this so I didn't get as much of a feel for him. He had brown hair and kind of interesting looking blue eyes. I liked looking at them when we talked. The best thing about him was probably his complexion. It wasn't tanned, and it wasn't pale it was one or the other in certain places. His cheeks and face overall were a nice sandy tone, but his neck and under jawline were kind of lighter and soft looking. Can't lie - it was pretty sensual looking. Oh - and his fingers were really long and looked very delicate when they curved. The shape of his jaw was also very good, the muscles on it rippled when he wasn't talking. 

GIRL 1: Quite pretty, I will admit. In a very generic, club DRINK kind of way - blonde, great cheekbones and eyes that were like anime-huge. She was wearing this little black dress that had super tight black tights on underneath, great shoes too. I was turned on as soon as I saw her, but as we talked I just kept getting SO annoyed in newer and more extreme ways. The things she said were just so oppressive and final that I was just naturally on the defensive regarding almost everything she was saying. I was playing devil's advocate just so I could engage her at all because everything she spewed just rubbed me so raw. On top of that I could tell that she was really into my Brat-Pack boy (They were ALL single, which struck me as weird. But they all probably get enough sex on their own not to need an exclusive supplier) Girl 2 (who I will get to shortly) kind of took my side early on and we bonded over just being sort of against everything Girl 1 was saying. I can't give a lot of examples, but it was just life perspective stuff that sounded so nouveau  victorian and old fashioned. She wasn't religious, just uptight. I was constantly looking forward to when I would talk to Boy 1 again, but I couldn't get away from Girl 1 or else I would have. 

Girl 2: This was a snazzy girl. Dark chin-length hair dark eyes, a little bit punky - so I don't know why she was hanging out with Girl 1. It must have just been because of the group. She had kind of a growly lower voice and she was really cynical and funny. Sometimes I would wink at her for insulting Girl 1 in ways she wouldn't even notice. We were very on the level from the very beginning. I bought her a few drinks but never offered to buy for Girl 1 in hopes of making a point. "If you are a drag, you get no free booze from me." 

OK - now the story. We all danced together a bit, then went upstairs for breaks a couple times - each time a little more tension. The first conversation round simply set up the facts: They're all single, also pretty untied from major professional ambition, Girl 1 has liked Boy 1 for a few months, Boy 1 is pretty happy go-lucky didn't seem to aware of Girl 1's plans on him.  Oh and another sexy detail about Boy 1 was his drink of choice: in the rail liquor world of froofie sweet drinks and girl-aimed alco-pops, he drank a real man's drink, Scotch on the rocks. He didn't drink the rail stuff, he went for the shelf. I mentioned how manly I thought that was and he told me what I already knew - that it depended on the quality of it. He bought me one to try and it was true - it doesn't take huge balls to drink the top shelf stuff. I have don't have any at all and it was pretty painless. Never really been a scotch drinker, but I may become one now. It really does the trick. 

The second conversation was like the ACT II of any play - all the true personalities of all the players start coming out. This is through the bulk of my conversation with Girl 1 took place. You know - in life, it's harder to feel like the world sucks if you lose in a fair fight. Where both people start from the same spot and run their hardest and try to get to the line first. But the whole night, Girl 1 was pretending like Boy 1 was a fly tied up in her web, and I could admire him as much as I wanted but he would still be her dinner. And her depiction of his personality and their interactions sounded so unlike what I was getting from him. I won't pull punches any longer -  she was a princess caught in the real world. So I felt inclined to play up the real world in any way that I could. I'm not all that vindictive naturally - but I felt like she had it coming. I set my flirt phaser for "kill."  

While Boy 1 and I were at the bar getting another Scotch I pulled him onto the dance floor ahead of everyone else and got right in close and intimate like before the rest of them joined us. He looked really relieved and I could tell we were thinking the same thing.  The last thing he did right before Girl 1, Girl 2, and Boy 2 got to the dancefloor was put his arm around my waist from behind, then planted his nose and mouth right behind my ear and breathed in. Somehow that was possibly the hottest thing ever. 

This is about when Girl 1 let down about 90% of her nice facade towards me. She could tell I had Boy 1 more in my corner than hers, so she tried to buddy up really close with my other female ally, Girl 2. It was a really transparent silly attempt to get all BFF LYLAS with her that was failed because she turned it on like a little faucet. Girl 2 wasn't dumb and I could see that it wasn't really working - she wasn't mirroring her body language at all, so it looked very tense between them. Girl 1 was doing a pretty good job pretending she was having the best time ever though. That was completely fine with me... (mwah hah hah hah...) 

Her occupation with my dear little Girl 2, left Boys 1 and 2 lonely and looking for some amusement. Boy 2 was a slightly better dancer than Boy 1 - maybe his one fault. Boy 1 could move and definitely tried, but it wasn't as loose as Boy 2's jangly Beck Hansen shimmy. I danced with Boy 2 more, but I played around with them both. Boy 2 also had very nice grey slacks that were made of a very nice material that folded and waved around his legs really beautifully. They made his thighs look really muscular and long. They were very vintage 1940's-ish, which I have a small fetish for. 

My shirt/skirt was kind of low in the front and I was only wearing a little tube-top underneath to make my boobs behave while I dance. There was one time when I was facing the boys and I shimmied down really low and I could tell I gave them both a show at the same time. It's true about boys - their eyes are laser trained on any cleavage or breastage the moment it is revealed. Who am I kidding, so too are mine.  They had these giddy smirks on their faces just afterwards and that made me smile really big too. That's when I could tell Girl 1 started watching our interactions as well.  I was feeling really playful so I shifted my top forwards while I was dancing so that the low front was even lower, and I kept inching down the tube top to show more and more and more. (And for the record I have a very healthy amount of breast real-estate, so I inched that thing down for quite awhile. It was hilarious, I just played oblivious and they just kept getting more and more tense. Boy 1 blushed SO HARD, and even tried to turn and dance with Girl 2 just to avoid the challenge of the "don't look at boobs game" I was waging. Boy 2 was so funny - he just pulled out some black sunglasses and played it up 'supercool' and started dancing really big. As soon as he put them on he looked JUST LIKE JOHN CUSACK, and I juiced just a little bit. With a move like the sunglasses, I can comfortably admit that - HE WON - ... that round.  

I had mainly been on a "talking-to" and "enjoying the energy" relationship with Girl 2, but as we were playing this little game of veiled desire that's when I started looking at her through my estrogen-lenses. As I was pulling down my top, she was pulling up the hem of her long white t-shirt and tying the long slack into a knot at her belly-button to show off her TIGHT RED HOTPANTS. They were these PERFECT red short shorts, that didn't look as skanky as those lycra stretchy booty shorts in rap videos, but they showed off just enough cheek to make even ME stare uncontrollably as she waved her ass at me. Then she was working these really sly booby squeezing gestures at me into her dancing. That's when I thought even I might be blushing.   

The music kind of came down for a second and we all took this as a cue to go drink some more. We were all getting a little hot under the collar after all. This is when it took kind of a weird turn. Boy 1 and Boy 2 went to hang out by the bar and talk (I'd like to think it was to talk about my boobs, but they have other passions in life, I'm sure.) So it was just me with Girls 1 and 2. I was preparing for a verbal judo fight, but Girl 1 put away some of her vinegar and just talked more naturally than she had the whole time previous. We got off the topics of here and now, and talked about our pasts a little bit. I didn't talk about my exodus from Cali all that much nor about my parents or my uncle.  I just said enough so that they'd know it was a little effed up, but didn't want to give too much of myself away right then.  Hostilities were pretty much defused. This really helped my mood and probably preserved a lot of my energy for later :) I got pretty smitten with just sitting there for a bit after Girl 2 started rubbing my leg lightly under the table with her knee and fingers. She did this thing where she ran her index finger just under the hem of my knee length tights. "Ooooooo" Girl 1 started on to this thing about relationships that even kind of made some sense at times and she sounded a little less uptight for a second, then I finally just decided that she and I have very different desires and opinions of companions.  She wanted to pursue all boys in hopes of testing them to find her "real man," as she put it. 

So feeling a little bit of animosity again as I felt that she was going to start rubbing her scent on my Boy 1 prematurely - I decided to act. I wanted to end it. It was getting really close to closing time and I knew they would be ejecting us soon and positioning myself to score was going to have to happen within just a couple moves. 

(In chess terms) The chess master had been playing a leisurely long game in the park with a worthy but outmatched opponent because the weather was nice, and the conversation was good. This was the chess master looking at his watch, feeling the pain in his ass from sitting so long, feeling the pang in his hungry belly. He didn't want to be rude, but in all truth he was simply toying with his opponent all day. The growl of his stomach found the closest route to checkmate.   

Girl 1 was off on this preachy thing about her "real man," and I could feel 'the hunger' inside me. So I asked her where she planned on finding this "dream boy." She corrected me and said this thing that sounded pre-rehearsed, something like "I'm looking for a REAL MAN, because Dream boys always seem to disappear as soon as you wake up." The lights were coming on in the club and the bouncer came along and was telling us to get out, and that's when checkmate happened. (I'm so giddy just writing this down right now!!!) 

Move 1: (check)  Knowing the need for niceties had come to an end I said "Aww that's sweet, but I never mind being a Real Man's "Wet Dream Girl" every once and awhile."  At that moment I picked up my purse, stood up, and took up my stance really close to Boy 1. There was hellfire in her eyes. (teeeheee teeeheeee!) ( I felt like hi-5'ing someone right then!)

Move 2: With a little assistance from Girl 2 (who is a living saint) says unidirectionally towards Boy 1 and I, "Hey do you want to share a cab?" (checkmate)(she didn't even know what part of town I lived in)  

I regret not getting to say a better goodbye to Boy 2, but he ended up being kind of a pawn sacrificed in those last moves.  Girl 1 took her defeat with a smile as fake as it had been all night. She hugged Boy 1 on the way out the door and made some arbitrary sounding plans with him to hang out "sometime." Girl 2 had to run back upstairs and close out her bar tab. Girl 1 then pulled Boy 2 along to join her and said that she also had to pay a bar tab and get her card at one of the downstairs bars. (even though she had been paying with cash and drinking at the upstairs bar all night!) Boy 1 and I went outside to wait for Girl 2 in the big closing time crowd on the corner. He pinched my hip, and I rubbed the stubble on his cheek in the course of our talking and waiting. 

I was giddy just thinking about what a GLORIOUS COUP it had been!!! So proud of myself in a very devious kind of way. I hadn't made my touchdown on the quarterback yet, but I was close enough to the endzone to call the game early. 

BEFORE I LEAVE FIRST AVE in this story, I must give those who caught my eye their certificates of participation: 

*The cocoa skinned Indian girl wearing the red top who I talked to in the bathroom. She was there with her brother who she introduced me to before I started talking to the first guy I mentioned. I got her phone number and as I put it in I couldn't help but think about a 3 way with the two of them. It would be so kinky to get a brother and sister at the same time in the same room.  I didn't read them as they type who would be really apt for that kind of thing. I don't know if Indian people are so conservative by nature, to rule that kind of thing out. Although if I planned it just right I could probably manipulate the hormones just right to get them to the point of doing anything for lust at just the same time. I'm evil, aren't I? >=} 

*The skinny boy  in the white t-shirt with the little blonde afro. You're hot. Props. 

* The super cute brunette chick with awesome hair wearing a kind of modernish DFA-esque shirt, and this impressive pink David Bowie eye makeup. I wanted her too. 

*I'm usually not into guys with pony tails, but there was one guy near the bathrooms who had just the right face for it to make it seem more like 17th century farm-boy rather than natural 21st century granola man. It was kind of blonde/brown and his brow and jawline looked intense and rugged.  Nice touch sir. 

OK - NOW I CUT TO THE SKINNY. So we caught a cab in front of the Target center, and it's of importance to the story to mention that they still never asked me where I lived. The direct result of mentioning this to them at the time was to force them to admit a portion of their true intentions for me. 

Since I was still feeling playful, I asked it just like that - "So you two don't even know where I live, what makes you think we can share a cab?" Girl 2 just smiled really big with those giant pretty lips of hers. I realized just how big her mouth was right then.  Just like she was quick with the cab idea in front of Girl 1, she said to both Boy 1 and I "So how are you feeling right now? Want to come over to my place for awhile for a nightcap?"  Very innocently I said "sure, I'm game." 

Seeing the situation that Boy 1 had managed to get himself in made him get more bashful than he had been all night. He smiled this smug little smile, and did this cute thing where he ran his hand through his hair a couple times looking like he was going to say "No" but finally said "What do you have to drink?" Girl 2 listed off the contents of her whole bar, not as if it mattered. We both pretended to ponder what she had said as if the drinks would sway our decision. We each knew this was hilarious - the subtext was so INTENSE, it made everything that was said very cheesy. 

So reaching a decision, Girl 2 changed our destination with the driver to a specific address. He put it into the GPS and we were on our way. 

Her place was really impressive. The building wasn't all that great and neither was the neighborhood, but for a kinda small studio apartment she had done so much with it. It was so classy. I understood why I liked her. It also impressed Boy 1, who started sizing her up by the titles on her book shelf.  There was a lot of hard booze available, but she also had a whole little fridge just for wine. She pulled out two different bottles and opened them both. Drinking together is usually how threesomes begin, from my experience - but it didn't seem like either of them had done anything like 3-way sex with strangers before. I could see it in their actions, and I think they could sense that I knew what I was doing because at first they talked mostly to each other and just offered me more wine each time I finished my glass. But it was okay I just liked listening to them and tasting that aura of sex on my lips as I got more and more excited. The tension that built between them was really fun to watch develop as well. But soon a move had to be made.

I already felt like my aggressiveness had been satisfied for the night. The wine was totally chilling me out, so I just felt like going along with whatever happened. It was as I was hoisting my tube-top back up. She flipped off the kitchen lights - which were the only ones on in the apartment so all was dark except for the city light coming in the window. It was also a full moon so that was lighting things up as well. She ran with her wine glass and bottle over to her king-sized bed and jumped up on it to kneel, almost spilling all the wine as she did. She called us over to admire her view of the Minneapolis skyline from her window.  Boy 1 and I walked over and sat on her bed. It was quite a view, almost completely unobstructed - only another building nearby kind of jutting into the panorama a bit. Not bad though. When it lost its novelty we just kind of took off our shoes and kept sitting there, talking, drinking the wine.  

Astoundingly about 15 minutes passed before anything started. We were all nice and loose. That first touch always feels amazing because you want it so bad. Everyone laid down as soon as sitting became old.  I decided to be cute and use them both as pillows - putting my legs over her and laying my head on him. His chest felt beautiful - it was soft in just the right places and rock hard in the others... and very very warm. Girl 2 put her arms over my legs and cradled them. 

We were forming a human "H" on the bed. She reached over to the computer right next to the bed I didn't even notice was there. She moved the mouse so it came to life. The screen was so bright and lit up our lounging formation. "Some music?" she said suggestively. I loved this girl as she clicked around in itunes and all of a sudden Bjork started playing on the nicest stereo system I've ever witnessed a female own before. First up it was some rare live version of something from Vespertine, it was quiet and sensual. 

His hand had slid up my arm,  shirt sleeve, and was working its way under my tube top. His hands were really cold so it made my nipples get really hard and he ran his thumb over them as he lightly squeezed the whole package.  I reached up and lightly nudged his cock in his pants as I ran my other hand over his chest - that hand came down and held his hand that was in my shirt. I pressed it in to my breast and gave myself tingles. 

I hadn't noticed, but our "H" had become an "A." They had started kissing slowly, silently, and sensuously.  I was a little jealous that I hadn't been the first to kiss him, but I comforted myself by remembering that I did have my hand on his hard dick. Both of them were breathing heavily and it felt like some kind of therapeutic massage beds with my legs and head rising and falling at different rates. It was liking floating on a warm ocean of sex. 

Turning my head up to watch them kiss, I nuzzled his shirt up so I could press the side of my face into his bare stomach. I made it very obvious as I smelled him with a long inhale and satisfied exhalation. 

Her hands were now slowly rubbing my upper thigh and in between her own crotch at the same rate with HEAVY intensity. This girl wanted it bad. I held her hand with my other hand and moved it towards my crotch. 

Although I was really enjoying this geometrical 2nd base club,  I needed some greater position of involvement, so I turned parallel with them so we could become a drawer of spoons, or in keeping with the theme, the Roman numeral "III."  I faced her because it was her lips that seemed much more kissable at the moment than his. In the computer light, her lips looked bright red and full and I locked right into them. That gave the boy free license to start playing with me from behind.  The neck of my shirt was big enough that he was able to just pull it down around my waist.  I have pretty thick full lips too, so kissing her was like drowning in a sea of wonderful skin and her tongue swam into my mouth like an eel. 

He had taken my tube-top off also when he pulled my shirt down, so now his strong hands were squeezing my left boob from behind like a trained masseuse, while she was squeezing the right one from the front. Finally, I was getting ALL the attention. 

Then like a jack-in-the-box, she leapt up and whipped off her shirt and slung off her cute little bra. She had the best little athletic b-cup titties, they just begged to squeezed and admired. I bet having those sure does take the logistics out of dancing. After she was off with the bra, she surprised me and pulled off my tights with such enthusiasm.  It was so hot seeing her in nothing but her little red short shorts, the way they came so low.  

She laid back down in front of me and I put my hand down the front of those little red shorts and she let out the most precious little coo.  Now that's what I'm talking about.  That's why I do this.  But back in the moment, something was off balance. 

I ran up the score in my mind: Girl 2 - 1 pair of red short shorts and panties. Me - Just panties and a grin, Boy 1 - FULLY CLOTHED. "Something must be done about this," I thought.  

Just as I was getting ready to roll over and begin undressing him. She ran her hand down my stomach and between my legs, but not for my crotch - she reached all the way between to grab his. So I thought - "why rush it?" and just spent all of "Venus as a Boy" grinding on her arm that she had made me straddle to get to his package.  She's going to have my scent on her forearm for 3 weeks with as hard as I was working myself into her. 

She let up for a second and I rolled over to finally undress Boy 1 who had been rubbing my boobs and running his fingers through my hair and breathing in my ear up until now. But as I was rolling over I felt the warm flesh of his hard cock rub across the small of my back.  That Ninja Woman had reached through to unzip him and essentially give both of us handjobs at the same time.  That was hella sly. 

She lunged for him at the same time that I did. She went for his shirt, I went for the pants. I flung off both his pants and boxers in the same swift motion. It was a very good looking cock as far as cocks go. It was super skinny for how long it was, but had a nice big head on it. I put it about halfway into my mouth and breathed some long hot breaths on it for about a minute before I closed my mouth around it.  Somehow I don't think he appreciated every ounce of my teasing subtlety, for in the moments since I had turned my attention to his erection, Girl 2 had removed her red shorts and panties and was sitting on his face. We all smelled and tasted so musky from having danced the whole night up till now, but all the extra pheromones just made everyone grind that much harder. When I would look up to see what she was doing with his head, I almost expected to hear his teeth getting cracked out or hear him start gasping for air with how goddamn hard it looked like she was grinding her pussy into his face.  It looked like she had one hand on his forehead and the other one running through her own hair as she moaned with that raspy voice that had intrigued me so much back at the club. 

He had his arms wrapped around her thighs and his muscles were flexed, seemingly pressing her pelvis in to his face, so he must not have been hating it that much. I was enjoying myself giving service to his dick as his pelvis thrusted gently totally independent of the movement of his upper body. I practiced deep throating him, but didn't want to do  anything too dramatic and accidentally ruin the mood of things with a loud gagging coughing sound coming from my end. 

She dismounted his face for a moment so she could turn around and face me. She said in a really friendly voice "Hey, I almost forgot about you down there."  and I didn't know if she was talking to me or the penis.  We both serviced his junk for a couple minutes until he said he was going to cum and he didn't want to yet. 

We took a little break for a moment. She lit some of the best incense I have ever smelled and got out some very fragrant massage oil, but didn't use any yet. There wasn't going to be a whistle or a buzzer to indicate the end of the break, so I just jumped right back in - except this time I chose to get a little face time with the boy. I laid down along side him and he rolled over on his side and started kissing me and squeezing my tits and it felt so good. 

Then I felt the girl's hands, very warm by contrast, pull my underwear down and throw it on the floor. It took a little extra peeling in the crotch region because of how wet I was and how much it was making the elastic stick to me.  She put her whole big mouth over my pubis with her tongue and thick lower lip resting on my clit. Then like a blast wave of pleasure she uttered this long deep "mmmmmmmmm" with that kind of raspy low sexy lady voice of hers.  I almost died. I closed my thighs around either side of her head and squeezed, while rolling my pelvis forward further into her mouth.  That long powerful eel tongue of hers was now undulating through my pussy lips like a salmon swimming upstream. At the same time, the boy was sucking on one of my nipples as he rolled the other one softly between his thumb and forefinger. I cradled his head with my arm and pressed his face deeper into my breast.  

Here I was, receiving all this service, but giving none at all. So I run my hand down along his muscular torso and up his cock and feel that it's resting on the girl's shoulder in the crook of her neck partially in her hair. I ran my hand over the whole foreign topography. This struck me as REALLY HOT. You get used to the sensation of a penis, or a shoulder, or hair independently, the way that you're pretty sick of concord grape juice by the time you finish first grade. BUT then if you blend a couple favorite things together and you have Cran-Grape juice it's brand new again and stokes brand new nerve endings. That's what this was like - a penis on a woman's shoulder. She was pressed firmly between us and starting to get rhythmic with her motions.  

She started moaning with her mouth on my pussy again which really made my eyes roll back, but then as soon as I started to moan too, she slowly slid two fingers up inside my body from below. My only critique is that she could have done more with them than just in and out - but hey, I guess it's similar to the way you don't put your feet up on the coffee table the first time you're over at a new neighbor's house. As I was kissing the boy's face, I could definitely smell and taste the girl's pussy all over him which was a cool sensation.  

Last night made me rediscover an old favorite of Bjork's.  This really slow intense live or remix version of "Possibly, Maybe" came on her playlist and it must have been 20 minutes long, it was exquisite. It played for almost the entire time I was kissing the boy and the girl was licking the pink off my vulva.  

"As much as I definitely enjoy solitude: I wouldn't mind, perhaps spending a little time with you... sometimes sometimes." - Bjork, "Possibly, Maybe"  

His lips were pretty small and firm which was not so bad because my lips are soft and big enough, and I had already had such a lavish time with her big ones already - this was a nice change. I was already getting pretty close to coming, but I don't think he had received any serious service on the lower half for quite a while. He rolled over toward me which pushed the girl out of my crevice. She was such a good team player - I'm serious. As soon as she was out of me, she knew what was going on and she was digging around in a little box by her bed for a condom.  He was looking into my eyes with those kind but steely eyes of his, and down below he was teasing my lips open with the tip of his cock. I was burning red on fucking fire right then and she couldn't have found that rubber any sooner! She even rolled it on for him.  

Soon he was aiming it right on target and sliding it into me so smoothly. It was so long that it felt like a passenger train going into a tunnel - I seriously didn't know when it was going to stop.  My one complaint was that for as long as it was, it could have been wider/thicker.  But it was by no means bad. His movements were top notch. Long, smooth, intense strokes - plus his pelvic bone was shaped just right so that when he was all the way inside me he would grind my clit so hard.  

I think Girl was sitting at the foot of the bed just watching me get laid at this point. All the sensual imagery must have finally gotten to her, because we both chuckled when we heard her groan with sexual frustration and crawl up the bed to be next to us. I really didn't want to leave her out, I don't think the boy did either. So I cuddled her up with both arms and pulled her upper body on top of my chest so the boy could kiss both of us and because I wanted to finger her vagina.  She had a pretty hairy crotch, hairier than you see these days - but I think that just made it more aromatic. But once I got through the thicket, I could tell why she was guarding it so heavily. Her labia were big and thick and soft and they mirrored the lips on her face. Her folds and textures were so delicious to the touch. Her love crater was big and wide and wet, and piping hot to the touch.  

The boy was now sucking her ear right in front of my face. Between that, and playing with her tits - I think he was a little over occupied and forgot to keep thrusting in me. So I grabbed onto his shoulders and started the motion going again with my pelvis.

Now between here and the next position we got into, I don't remember how it happened. We were just there all of a sudden. Or maybe I'm forgetting a part. Anyway... She's on her back, I'm lying on top of her, and he is fucking me from behind now. A couple times he slipped out of me and went into her instead. I would feel the absence in me and then she would moan the very next second and I put 2 and 2 together. Soon he really started going at me and pulled me up to my knees to pump me much faster and get the countershift of the mattress going too. This made her boobs and mine undulate up and down in the same rhythm. Now she was just lying below me watch it all happen while masturbating with two hands.  Her feet would sometimes come up and gently caress the boy and I slowly while we were going at it so violently. She had this amazing smile that was so peaceful and calm as I looked down on her face. I think she had made herself cum already and was just waiting for the boy and I to finish. 

For such a manly man, he made some kind of effeminate sounds when he was getting close to climax. But I think he was reading my body language pretty well because we both came at just about the same time, and soon, we were all sweaty and lying in a big smitten pile of 3.  The Bjork music continued and I looked at the big bright moon in the sky over my head.  

As he went and took care of his condom clean up, the girl and I cuddled intimately on the bed. Because I think it's so fascinating, just the physiology of it all, I took her hand and put it between my legs to feel the spot where my orgasm keeps on ticking for a few minutes afterwards. She was amazed at how pronounced mine was - she said hers was rather discreet. 

When the boy returned he found a way between us and we all just cuddled for a little while and talked. Nobody was even close to sleepy yet. She grabbed the bottle of massage oil and put on some ambient music, then gave me one of the most wonderful massages ever. The boy checked his email and finished off one of the bottles of wine.  I asked how old he was - he said 23.  The question hung in the air and it turned out that the girl was 25.  They became friends in during college it seems, but this was the first time they've ever fooled around physically. It was funny hearing them confess right then that they had both wanted to but always thought the other was with someone.  How funny indeed that it took a little tramp from California to bring them together - now they've got friends with benefits - what a wonderful world.  Her birthday was recently and she said that when she blew out her candles, she secretly wished for some sex, and was happy that it came true. 

When we were laying there still, the boy sighed at one point and said something like "wow, what nice thing did I ever do to deserve THIS?" It sounded so sincere and cute that I just had to kiss him on the cheek. He was a sweetie. 

While she was massaging me, she paid extra attention to massaging my ass and it felt AMAZING. She told me that the body carries a lot of tension back there, and that it's one of her favorite things to massage because it reminds her of baking bread. Which makes sense, because it felt like butter to me.  

After a long time of just laying there - I could tell that the girl and boy were embracing very seriously and talk was kind of starting to subside. He was behind her, pressed firmly into her with his hand cupped on her breast. She was reaching behind her to pull his face to where she could kiss it.  It looked so romantic, it was such a good pose - and in the moonlight of all places. 

I could see that his hard cock was now protruding out in front of her with her legs straddled around it. Since we had been quite free and creative with our positions all evening, I thought I would try something a little strange. Let me recap: He is behind her kissing her neck, his dick is sticking out in front of her a little ways between her legs, and her face it pointed towards me, eyes closed just enjoying herself. SO THEN, I put my pussy up to her face again and invert myself 69 style to start sucking HIM off with my head somehow pressed into her crotch. It was awesome. I was going down on him with her smell right then and there. I want to patent that one and call it "The 669" - see what I mean?  Or maybe the "679" I guess history will decide. 

That move was fun but not too sustainable so it only went on a minute or two then I could tell that they wanted to fuck. So I looked around in the box where it looked like she grabbed the condom from, but she said she wanted to go with out. "I'm on the pill, and I trust the guy. I know he's too busy to get laid TOO often."  So with that, she reached between her legs and slid his entire length inside her. She even made that coo again that sounds too high to match her voice. That's one way I guess to know that it's totally involuntary.  

I went below them to watch them fuck and ended up getting mighty aroused again myself. It's clear to me now that I was just a tad drunk - because I looked around for the first smooth oblong object I could find - which was the empty wine bottle - and shoved it into my pussy. It actually felt really good, especially when I got it in far enough to where it started getting wider at the bottom.  I came pretty quickly on my own, and then applied myself to eating her out while she was getting sexed from behind.  It was really cool to put my tongue on her and run it down till I could feel him going in and out of her on my tongue. She was so warm and wet and musky down there, I keep folding my upper lip today so I can smell her again.  

After he came and she came and she laid there for a few minutes she goozed a fucking river of semen out of her. He cleaned it up like a gentleman so none of us had to sleep in it.  Then we slept.  

Wow - that was really fun, I feel like having a cig after that blog post. whewwww, I'm a little heated again just from reliving it like this in such detail. 

This morning we slept in really late then got up and we made waffles.  So much said now, I don't know what else to say. I guess - happy birthday Soviet Panda. Can't wait till next Saturday.