Shore Leave

Posted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Sep 14, 2004

“I don’t feel much like going out tonight,” my girlfriend said to me. “Why don’t you give Natalia a call?”

I was a little suspicious. “Why now?”

“No particular reason… I just want you to go out and have fun.” Those precious little furrows appeared between her eyebrows. “But you’re not going to fuck her unless I let you.”

“Yeah, yeah—wouldn’t dream of it.” I felt like I’d been granted shore leave.

Busty Natalia arrived that evening. Every time I see the girl she’s sporting a different hairstyle. “Cornrows this week, huh?” I said after greeting her at the door. She and Les caught up while I stepped into a pair of jeans. I gave Les a kiss goodbye and we were off.

Natalia and I strolled across the north edge of the park, talking about automobiles and engines. It struck me that this was our first one-on-one date in nearly nine months, and it felt as if we were picking up where we left off. I felt awkward at first, thinking about how strange it still is to go out on dates by myself, but Leslie’s trust in me was comforting.

It was a slow night at Ding Dong, the slow nights being, paradoxically, the most dangerous. Already I saw two men eyeing Natalia, overgrown fraternity types who wore shorts and had baseball caps on backward.

“My friends know I sleep over at your place sometimes,” Natalia was telling me, “and they know you live with your girlfriend—”

“But it’s not hard to put two and two together,” I said.

“No it’s not. I’m sure they gossip about me.”

“Particularly your little friend what’s-her-name, the one who insisted I was cheating on Leslie.”

“She’s crazy anyway. Always getting drunk and trying to get me into bed.”

“And you’ve never been tempted?”

“Not if she’s going to be so damned cheap about it. I’m a friend, not a sex toy. Leslie’s the only girl I’ve ever really been with… it’s not like I’m on the prowl for lesbian hookups.”

“Speaking of lesbian hookups, how’s the boyfriend?”

Natalia rolled her eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend. I don’t know… I think I’m getting bored. He’s not aggressive enough—always apologizes for everything. I haven’t even had sex with him yet.” She paused for a moment. “I like to wait.” We both grinned at the irony of the situation. This is how it is with beautiful women and their suitors: there’s the guy who’s buying her dinner and the guy who’s actually getting laid. On the way to the bathroom I wondered how many women lead this sort of double life, maintaining the outward appearance of virtue while indulging their debaucherous impulses. Is it that men expect purity, or do women simply enjoy keeping secrets?

When I returned I saw the boys sniffing around Natalia. One of the goofy motherfuckers offered me my seat back. How generous, I thought. I decided the cruelest punishment would be to let the interlopers waste their time. “No, go right ahead,” I said, “take a seat.” Natalia and I proceeded to drink on their tab. When she was properly sauced she had a go at the hula hoop but couldn’t keep the loop above her billowing white skirt. She wanted me to try but I declined. “No self-respecting guy would be caught dead with a hula-hoop around his waist,” I explained.

“You should call Leslie and see if she wants to come out,” Natalia said.

One of the men overheard us. “Who’s Leslie?”

“Oh, she’s his girlfriend,” Natalia said offhandedly.

The man frowned and scratched at his baseball cap. “But wait… I thought you two were—”

“It’s complicated,” I said, then whispered into Natalia’s ear, “I’ll let you explain this one.” I stepped out to make the call. Les decided she’d be better off staying in, which was just as well. The men were eager for a girl-on-girl show and I wasn’t interested in giving them one.

Natalia and I were finishing our drinks, nearly ready to leave. Sensing our impending departure, the more bold of the male challengers spirited Natalia away to another section of the bar, cleverly disappearing behind a support column so as to block my view. At this point I’d had enough of the playground antics, so I downed the last of my drink and sought them out. I placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, putting an end to his overtures, and then peered into Natalia’s imploring eyes. Time to go.

She was barely through the doorway when she stripped down to her thong. She stood there, tall and dark and lovely, not knowing what to do next. “Go sit on the couch,” I said to her. “You’ve been a very bad girl tonight.” I popped my head into the bedroom and saw that Les was passed out between the cats. I decided not to wake her for now and, leaving the door open, returned to the living room. I sat next to Natalia and began to work my fingers under her panties.

“Please,” Natalia whispered breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

“You know I can’t do that if Leslie’s not with us.”

Natalia grabbed my shirt and yanked. “Please. Fuck me.”

“I can’t.”

She groaned and struck my shoulder several times. I pushed her knees up against her chest and gave her small ass a smack that stung my palm and rippled through her heavy breasts. “If you hit me one more time I’m gonna whip you with my belt,” I hissed. “Do you fucking understand?” This only seemed to heighten her arousal. I jumped to my feet and pulled down my jeans to reveal my swollen cock: “Then suck it… just suck it.” She attacked me with characteristic fervor, gagging at regular intervals. I only meant to punish her, but I must admit her mouth felt pretty damned good.

I heard a noise to my right and glanced over there to see Leslie standing in the doorway naked, quietly watching us. Such gorgeous hips, such pretty breasts, such flowing brown hair. She sauntered into the bathroom and I soon heard the shower running. I yanked my cock out of the vacuum that had formed in Natalia’s mouth and ran in after my girlfriend. I was a madman with a raging hardon. Before Les could step into the shower, I grabbed a handful of her ass and suckled at her brown nipples. “So? Can I?”

“Get a—”

“Because I think she might explode if I don’t—”

“Get a condom.”

“Right.”

I rummaged through the pleasure box in the bedroom and pulled out a rubber. Usually I’ll squat there for a moment contemplating my choices; there was no time for that now. Turned around and flinched when I saw that Natalia had snuck up behind me and stretched out on the bed. She rolled over onto her back. “No no, not like that… bend over,” I said. Natalia moved into position as I stood at the edge of the bed. Leslie returned from her shower, dripping wet, her hair wrapped in a pink towel. She placed a hand on Natalia’s firm brown ass and watched me slide into the girl’s cunt.

There are women who can withstand quite the pounding before finally succumbing to climax, others whose orgasms erupt at the slightest hint of penetration. Natalia is of the latter sort. As soon as I was inside her she let out a gasp and began to buck against me. This went on for a short while until she disengaged, flopping forward onto the bed. I pulled off the latex and flung it across the room, instructed Natalia to lie on her back, grabbed Leslie by the waist and positioned her atop Natalia in a soixante-neuf. My girlfriend tightened around me as I slid in. I felt Natalia’s tongue darting just below my point of entry. I held onto Leslie’s hips, eyes fixated on our wet coupling, rode her through her orgasm and then tensed for mine, withdrawing and making a mess on our playmate’s pretty lips.

After cleaning up I sighed and slumped into an office chair, my heart still pounding. Natalia presently set up camp between Leslie’s thighs, making tentative inroads with her tongue. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. Better relax. I knew my services would be required again soon.

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