Gloria's Friend

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Gloria's Friend

Gloria's Friend

Gloria Simmons

I had a typical high school experience. I lost my virginity in a motel after the Junior-Senior year. I went to Community College and got an associate's degree in accounting. My parents couldn't afford any more education and I was afraid of student debt, so I got a job at a building supply as Chief Bookkeeper/Office Manager. The building supply was oriented toward the building trades and was open seven days a week from six to eight. We charged a little more than Home Depot but we delivered fast and builders in our city really liked that.

I didn't date much after community college. I hadn't been laid in a month when Curtis asked me out on a Friday night. He was one of the yard men who loaded the trucks according to what my order girls specified on the load ticket. I had six order girls and a bookkeeper in my charge. The rest of the staff were the two salesman, the buyer, the yard men, the drivers, and the general manager.

I believe the only reason I wasn't more popular with the guys was my height, since I was five-eleven in my bare feet. Even in flats I was higher than haff the guys. Too frequently in clubs a guy would ask me out and when I stood up, possibly in low heels, the guy would mumble something like, 'Maybe later.' and disappear into the crowd. The rest of me was great, long straight black hair, turned up nose, green eyes, maybe my lips were a little thick. Below the neck I was 36C-24-36, not quite good enough to stop traffic but enough to get a lot of long looks. I played volleyball in high school, starting for three years and I still played recreational volleyball to stay in shape. I sometimes played in mixed leagues, and I got lots of long looks, but few dinner invitations.

Curtis was one of the more experienced yard men. He was a good-looking crew cut guy, well-built. He stood six-foot-three, an ideal height from my point of view, and was by far the best looking of the yard men. He kept in shape by loading lumber all day. For a few months he had gone out of his way to chat and flirt with me, and when he asked me out to dinner, I accepted very quickly.

I was surprised when Curtis picked me up in an older model Corvette. On the way to dinner he told me that he had found his pride and joy in an old barn and had spent a considerable amount of time and money on restoring it. I had never seen it because he drove a later model truck to work. It was only about twenty years old, compared to the Corvette's forty years. He was almost paranoid about his car receiving a parking lot injury.

At dinner, we got into much deeper discussions about our aspirations, history, and families than before. My maternal grandmother was Hispanic and both she and my mother preferred speaking Spanish to English. However, Spanish was my second language since English was the lingua franca of our household. Most of my father's Spanish could be found on a Mexican restaurant menu. Being bilingual helped me at work, as several of the supply center employees had much better Spanish than English.

It turned out that Curtis and I were both middle children I had both an older brother and sister as well as a younger brother and sister. Curtis had two older sisters and an older brother. He also had two younger brothers and a younger sister. Curtis told me that he was now saving money to become an automotive engineer. I told him that I aspired to become a graduate accountant and CPA.

Our pleasant conversation at dinner told me that I really liked Curtis. I was actually getting a little wet. Perhaps it was partly due to the wine. After a delightful dinner, we went to a club for some drinking and dancing. Curtis stuck to beer and I only drank wine. Several guys asked me to dance even though I only wore a nice pair of jeans and a nicer blouse unbuttoned enough to show a little cleavage. Curtis had asked me to dress casual. I wanted to save all my dances for Curtis, who was a great dancer. Dancing with Curtis on top of the drinking was giving me a fine feeling. I fully participated when he began making out with me on the dance floor. I just don't know when I had enjoyed a simple Friday night date more.

We were having a great time at the club but around one, I asked him to take me home. I really liked his car, but I liked him better. When we pulled up outside my apartment, he started kissing me again. I was thoroughly enjoying it. I told him, "Too bad the car is too small for making out."

He replied, "Not really! Let me show you."

He climbed over the console and by facing each other we were able to lie body to body on the passenger seat. It was a little uncomfortable but as we started kissing and groping each other, that aspect was forgotten. Pretty soon the windows were fogged up and I was wet. He unfastened my jeans and started rubbing my pussy area concentrating on my clit. He soon had me moaning. My height was actually an advantage because when he pulled my blouse and bra up, he was able to suck on my nipples. Somehow along the way my snap and zipper were released and he started finger fucking me while giving me the most erotic kisses. I was rubbing his cock and he released the zipper and pulled his pants down below his buttocks. His butt was very firm to the touch. I don't know what or why but I was aroused beyond reason. I wanted to feel him inside me.

He pulled my jeans off my hips and began rubbing a very long dick up and down my seeping slit. I had heard about black men's massive cocks. He was my first black lover, not that I had had all that many white ones. His didn't seem to be all that thick but his prick must have been approaching nine inches. He began pushing it inside me. I didn't know if he could get the whole thing inside me, but it felt fantastic. I hugged him and kissed him and he kept on thrusting himself all the way into me. I was moaning and groaning. I just couldn't get enough of his wonderful cock. Finally just after my third orgasm he came inside me. It lasted a long time as spurt after spurt hit my vagi walls. It was one of the best fuckings I had ever had in some of the worst conditions.

I told him, "That was fantastic, Curtis!"

He replied, "You did well, Gloria!"

I said, "What do we do now."

He asked, "Did you really like it a lot, Gloria?"

I replied, "I did. This may have been my best first date ever."

He continued, "Did you like it enough to do something for me?"

I responded, "Sure, Curtis, I'd do almost anything after what you just did to me!"

He inquired, "Anything?"

I repeated, "Just about!"

He said, "I want you to take all your clothes off!"

I said, "What?"

He responded, "You heard what I said!"

I explained, "It's hard to do in the car."

He ordered, "Give me your apartment key. Then follow me up the steps. When I open the door you can step in!"

I answered, "I can't go to my apartment nude!"

He said, "Yes, you can. That's exactly what I want you to do!"

I didn't know what to do. It sounded exciting but had the potential for great humiliation and embarrassment. It must have been the alcohol, but I reached for my purse and handed him my keys indicating the apartment key. I told him, "Two-twelve, at the top of the stairs."

I took my blouse off, folded it and stuck it on the console. Then I took my bra off, displaying my 36C's. It was difficult to wiggle out of my jeans but I did it. He said, "The panties, too."

He got out of the car, exposing me with the car's overhead light. I quickly got out and closed the door, turning the goddamn light off. I ran up the stairs, my buttocks jiggling for Curtis's benefit. He slowly followed me up the stairs and opened the door. I ran into my apartment. I turned around and hissed, "You bastard!" as he closed the door.

He pulled me into his arms and I hugged and kissed him several times before he laid me down on the carpet and gave it to me over and over doggy style. It was driving me out of my mind. The nude walk had excited me beyond belief and I was getting the fucking I had earned and wanted so badly. I cried out, "Oh, Curtis, you are fucking me so good! I love your cock." I came three times and then on my fourth orgasm I felt him spurting his baby juice into my hot love canal.

I would have been happy to lay on the carpet all night, but Curtis stood up and helped me to my knees. He presented his cock and I started to lick and suck him. It was supposed to be after care, but he was soon fully engorged. He suggested, "Let's take this to your bedroom!" I was glad to lead the way. It was the night of nights. I lay down supine on my bed after pulling off the upper bed clothes. He finally took his clothes off. If anything, his magnificent manhood was more impressive than before. I wanted it in me so bad. He delayed long enough to roll me over into the doggy position.

He rubbed the end of his cock up and down my slit. I was seeping vagi fluids and could hardly wait -for him to impale me. Two splendid doses of his love meat was not enough for me. I wanted more. He started licking on the bottom of my breasts and icked all around them gradually licking higher in higher. By the time he got to my areolas I was ready to cum. After he did a full circle of my left areola he bit my nipple and that took me over the top. I barely finished my orgasm before he began licking my right areola and again bit my nipple for another orgasm. He kissed me and I groaned, "Stick it in me!"

He replied, "Are you sure, this could be a life changing experience."

Oh God! I wanted it so badly! I responded, "I'm sure! Shut up and do your job!"

He said, "Yes, Ma'am!" and he started ramming it into me.

Heaven on earth. Nothing should feel this good. He was merciless, driving me to orgasm after wonderful orgasm. I lost count of how many times I came. It must have been five or six times before he ejaculated. He slipped out, but he held his body against mine and kissed me and fondled and caressed my boobs and my private parts. I had never felt so close to someone before. I couldn't help but smile at each touch. I wanted him physically, but I wanted his love, also. We must have laid there like that for fifteen or twenty minutes when I noticed he was becoming erect again. I was amazed but also pleased because I took it as a compliment to my femininity and I was happy at the possibility of getting more exercise of my pussy with his incredible weapon. It wasn't the size alone. He seemed to just naturally do everything right. I wanted him to take me and fuck me until I was out of my mind.

That's pretty much how the rest of the night went. We did start falling asleep for an hour or two before one of us would wake the other one up and start the sex going again. Finally, around ten Saturday morning, we decided to go out for breakfast. Before leaving I showered and put clothes on to replace the ones he made me leave in the car. I retrieved my apartment key and also my clothes from Curtis's car. He asked me if after breakfast we could go by his place for him to shower and change clothes. Of course, I agreed, saying, "Anything for you, my love." I couldn't believe how much I wanted to be with this guy. I had never felt about anyone how I felt about him, at least amorously. I loved my parents and siblings.

We had a nice breakfast and chatted like old friends, which we seemed to becoming. Then we went to his apartment.

At his apartment I met his three roommates, Jack, Charley, and Rex. They were all similar to Curtis in size and build. I guessed Rex was six-three, Jack was six-two, and Charley was six-one.

Then I got the surprise of my life, even bigger than asking me to walk to my apartment totally nude. He asked me to take all my clothes off and entertain his roommates. He explained that if I preferred, I could do them one at a time in their rooms. Then he went into his bathroom, just before closing the door, he told me, "Charley's my roommate, why don't you do him first after you show everybody what you got."

I didn't move. He then said, "Didn't you tell me last night you loved me? Is this too much to ask?"

Me and my big mouth. Now, I truly didn't know what to say. Alone in the presence of four very big black men, I had a dual motivation: The idea of taking my clothes off in front of the three strangers had an even stranger appeal. The thought of my degradation excited me. Secondly, Curtis knew I was falling in love with him and took advantage of my wanting to please him. I knew I was taking a risk that he would dump me as a degenerate slut if I did his three apartment mates. But he had seemed so nice to me. I had to believe that this was not some twisted ploy to dump me.

I said, "Let's go, Charley," indicating that we should go to his and Curtis's bedroom.

Charley said, "No, we're all one big happy family here. Let the other guys watch. After his shower, I'm sure Curtis will want to watch, and probably do you again."

Reluctantly, I started taking my clothes off, folding them and putting them on the dining room table. First, I began taking my blouse off. Next, I slid my ski off. Then, I took my shoes and socks off. Now, it was becoming challenging. Slowly I unfastened my bra and added it to the stack of clothes. All that was left was my panties and I quickly slid them off.

Charley stepped close and kissed me. Then I let him kiss and rub my tits, pussy, and ass. Jack and Rex took seats in two overstuffed chairs. Weirdly, I was excited at being fucked while being watched. Charley could tell I was hot and wet.

He asked me to kneel on the overstuffed sofa and brace myself on the back. His equipment appeared to be shorter than Curtis's, but quite a bit thicker.

Without hesitation, he started rubbing his cock on my slit approaching from the rear. It felt so good that I started moaning. When he finally penetrated me, it felt fantastic. I screamed out, "Oh, Charlie! That's too damn good!"

It was very exciting having two guys watch me, even though I couldn't see them. Charley kept pounding me through three orgasms and then shot me full with his baby juice.

Jack stepped up next. He was already naked and was a little longer than Charley and a little thicker than Curtis. He told me, "Suck it bitch!"

I did, even though what I really wanted was to his cock inside my kitty. He then sat down on the couch and asked me to straddle him. He began pinching my nipples as I lowered myself on to his prick. Then he started kissing me each time I came. This was really quite nice, not as good as with Curtis, but still quite enjoyable.

As Jack was filling me up after several quite nice orgasms. I saw Curtis enter the room. His wonderful dick was at full mast, which I could see well since he didn't have a shred of clothing on. He instructed Rex to lie down on the carpet, me to straddle him and start my ride of joyful pleasure. He then lubed my ass as I was fucking Rex. I knew what was coming next, I had been ass fucked before but had never been double penetrated. Curtis laughed and said, "This is killing two birds with one stone. I'm getting your ass for the first time, and you're getting your first double penetration."

That was an assumption on his part but it was all true. These two guys drove me out of my mind as it seemed like I was cumming on almost every one of Curtis's strokes. Oh God! It felt so very, very wonderful as I ended up with both my ass and pussy full of baby juice and an incredible series of orgasms.

I hoped I was finished because I was totally exhausted. I was finished fucking for a while but Curtis invites all of us to go for tapas. I had only had them a couple of times, but I enjoyed them. The five of us got in Rex's crew cab and we went to a tapas bar near downtown. Everything was wonderful. I drank sangria while the guys mostly drank beer. We spent almost two hours there. When the bill was presented, it was over a hundred dollars.

Curtis and the waiter had a sub rosa conversation. They smiled and shook hands. Curtis told me, "I want you to entertain the waiter for about thirty minutes. He'll take you to the employee's rest room so that you're not disturbed. We'll wait for you!"

You'll wait for me? Big fucking deal! Now you're whoring me out for a measly one hundred dollars. Curtis could tell I was getting mad. He started with, "Babe, I know it's asking a lot but it's a hundred dollars after taxes, so it's worth more than a hundred dollars! Come on, babe. It's not that big of a deal."

I was a little angry but followed the Hispanic fellow into an employee restroom stall. He had me bend over the commode and screwed me with my jeans and panties around my ankles. Afterward, Curtis knew I was an unhappy camper. He hugged and kissed me. Everyone was happy except me.

It was a quiet ride back to Curtis's apartment. Charley asked if he could be first when I came up to the apartment. For once, Curtis took my part. He said, "Sorry, Charlie. I think my girlfriend has had enough partying for one day."

I almost fell over. I didn't expect him to call me his girlfriend, his slut, maybe, but not his girlfriend! I hugged and kissed him. Then I said goodbye to his apartment mates and went and sat in his car. He said goodbye to his guys, exchanged some high fives, and then drove me back to my apartment.

He asked, "Are you going to invite me up?"

I replied, "No, I'm still mad at you for the thing at the tapas bar, but I won't kick you out if you follow me up."

He inquired, "Do you really love me?"

I replied, "Yes, but please don't use it against me."

He smiled and winked, "I'd never do that; however your loving me does bring to mind some interesting possibilities. Would you like to be exclusive with me?"

I said, "I like you an awful lot, Curtis. Of course, I'd like to be exclusive with you."

He said, "Okay, you can be exclusive with me."

I inquired, "Does that mean that you'll be exclusive with me?"

He responded, "Who said anything about that?" Then he laughed, "I guess it cuts both ways, doesn't it?"

After that we started hanging out at my apartment most nights. Some weekends he'd share me with his roommates on Friday or Saturday night, depending on if they had other plans or nots.

One Friday night, I asked him, "Would you like to move in with me, Curtis? I'd even let you pay half the rent."

He asked, "How much is the rent?".

I explained about the base rent and the utilities.

He replied, "That's more than I'm paying now!"

I responded, "But think of the fringe benefits!" I flashed him by opening my robe.

He suggested, "Maybe you should move in with me."

I answered, "We couldn't both sleep in your bed."

He said, "You could sleep on the couch."

I told him, "I was hoping to live with you, but not all your roommates!"

He promised, "I'll talk to them. Maybe you could stay rent free!"

I explained, "And be everybody's punch. Sorry, Curtis, I'm not that kind of girl!"

He asked, "What kind of girl are you, Gloria?"

I responded, "Does it matter, Curtis? So long as I'm not that kind of girl!"

He inquired, "Are you breaking up with me?"

I answered, "Don't be so melodramatic. What is there to break?"

He thought a minute, "Good question. Can I still call you?"

I said, "Why, Curtis? Why do you want to call me?"

He replied, "We had some good times."

I agreed, "We had some good times, but I want more, Curtis. I don't think you have more for me."

He admitted, "I guess not."

I said, "Goodbye, Curtis."

He said, "Goodbye, Gloria."

There was nothing more to say.

We were still friendly and joked at work, but I decided that the old adage, 'Don't get your bread and meat at the same market' had been proven true once more.