Pam&Zach

The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually occur..

My Pre-Zach Sex Life...Part 2

LARRY

I dated, or had sex, with a couple of other guys after Justin, but let me just say, all were disappointing experiences.

The first was a guy I met at a wedding reception. He was, apparently, one of the only groomsmen who was not accompanied by a date. He was matched up with one of the bridesmaids, who was married and with her husband. He was attractive. He seemed to be a bit older and definitely not as tall as me, but I could deal with that. I caught him standing alone when the music was playing, and since I hadn't had sex with anyone since Justin, I thought I'd give it a shot, so I approached him.

"I see you're, what, here alone too. No date?" I quizzed.

"Nah. I'm not currently seeing anyone and I didn't want them wasting the money for a plus one, so I told Jeff,(the groom), I'd be coming alone. I noticed that you were alone as well."

"Yet, you didn't try to hit on me. Maybe I'm not your type? By the way, I'm Pam," I kidded.

"Oh, Larry, nice to meet you. It's definitely not that. You're very attractive. I thought about coming over to speak to you, but, you know, no guts." An awkward pause ensued before he finally asked, "Ah...Do you wanna dance?"

A slow song was playing, so I agreed, grabbing at the chance to feel his body up against mine. He struck the typical pose, you know, one hand on my back and one extended. I quickly moved both his hands down to my hips and wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his, my tits just above his chest due to him being shorter.

As we moved about the floor, I found out he was 27, (I was 21), new to the area and had met the groom in college. I was a high school friend of the bride. Since I was sans bra, my nipples were rubbing the silky fabric of my dress and growing hard. Larry, I'm sure could feel that as I caught him glancing down the top of my dress. I even took the chance to let my leg slip out the slit in my dress and rub against his outer thigh a couple of times, hoping he'd get the hint. I could feel his erection against my crotch.

"I'm getting aroused feeling your tits on my chest," he boldly whispered in my ear. " I like it."

I took the bait and responded, "I know you are. I can feel that. I bet you'd like them even more in your mouth." I know I felt his cock twitch then.

As a second slow song came on, we stayed out on the floor and I felt him pulling me in tighter, lowering his hands down onto the top of my ass, unmistakably pressing his erection against me. I was getting wet.

Out of the blue he asked me, "Have you ever fucked at a wedding?"

I leaned back and caught his eyes and replied, "Not yet. But I'm willing to try," I teased. With that, he took my hand and we walked across the dance floor and headed to the restrooms. I know it's a cliche', but cliches are cliches because they actually happened.

I waited down the hall from the men's room, while he checked to see if it was empty. He waved me in and locked the door behind us. I turned facing him, resting my ass on the sink and slipped my arms out of my dress and let the top fall to my waist. He stared, for just a second, then lowered his head and began sucking on my tits. I threw my head back and let my hand slide down to his crotch and starting rubbing his erection through his pants.

He had one hand on one tit and his mouth on the other. I get wet easily, but this was exceptional. The sensations from my nipples with the thought of doing it here, had me drenched. I fumbled with his belt, finally getting it undone, yanked down his zipper and put my hand down his shorts. He was hard as nails. As I stroked him, he pulled his face away from my chest and leaned back, giving me complete access. I pulled on his cock a couple more times, then turned my ass to him, hiked my dress up to my waist and pulled my panties down to my knees and lowered my head.

Immediately, I felt his cock at my pussy, so I reached back and guided it in. He gave one quick shove and I felt his thighs hit mine as he went balls deep. After the initial rush of pleasure, as he pounded me, I lifted my face and saw his in the mirror. It was contorted, straining, really not attractive, as if I was just something, not someone to fuck. I immediately lost interest and knew right then that I would not be cumming, but that he would be and shortly. I felt foolish, but I didn't stop him. That's on me. And no protection from STDs. What an idiot I was.

He grunted and came. I didn't even bother to turn around and look at him. He hurriedly pulled up his pants and exited. I relocked the door, cleaned up what was dripping out of my cunt and pulled my panties back up and put my dress back in shape. I played with my hair and washed my face before going back to the reception. As expected, he was no where to be found and long gone.

On the drive home, I thought, 'I won't ever let that happen again.' Then after chastising myself repeatedly, I laughed when I thought, 'That was a terrible way to get fucked doggy style for the first time'.

RICHARD

I met Richard at a bar a group of us from the cosmology school were at one Friday night. He was a friend of David, a fellow student. He seemed nice, buying us all a round of drinks and joking and laughing with us. Even going as far as to take my turn singing Karaoke when I refused. He was about 6' tall, a little heavier than I would usually like, but not fat, with short black hair with a five o'clock shadow. The only thing that was a bit of a turn-off, to me anyway, was that he was wearing an Philadelphia Eagles jersey and, this not being a sports bar, it seemed a bit out of place. I'm being petty. Right?

We talked a bit about nothing specific, but with the crowd, the music and the noise it was difficult to actually learn much about each other. He eventually told me he enjoyed my company, but he had to leave and would I give him my phone number as he'd like to see me again in a quieter setting. I though, 'What the hell?' and texted him my number.

After he left, I took David aside and asked him about Richard. He told me they were friends in high school and that he was recently divorced but had no kids. He did call me a couple days later and asked me out to lunch and I accepted. We met at Chipotle's and sat outside on the sidewalk while we ate. After about twenty minutes, I realized that we really didn't have that much in common to discuss, so I kept swinging the conversation back to him, asking what he did in his free time, about his family, his job, had he tried online dating, etc., you know, personal shit. Fortunately, I had to get back to classes, as I felt there wasn't much of a future here. I saw him again, with our group, a little over a week later. Again, with the Eagles jersey on. This time, while we were all out on the floor dancing, I caught him intentionally bumping into me and trying to look down the front of my top, you know, since I never wear a bra. At the table, he slid his chair right next to mine and was constantly touching my arm every time he joked or laughed.

Don't get me wrong. I kind of liked him and I wasn't completely turned off by his antics. It was just a type of attention I hadn't experienced before. I decided to just relax and let it happen. At the end of the evening, he surprised me a bit when he leaned over and kissed my cheek as he said good night. I thought it was cute and thanked him.

The next week was dinner out together at a nice little Italian restaurant. We drank wine and shared great food and I could feel myself maybe somewhat falling for the guy. I was just curious if we would be sexually compatible. Knowing my sex drive, that could be a deal breaker. Call me shallow. Can me a bitch. But I knew by this time that I enjoyed sex too much to not have a relationship where both of us weren't on the same page. I had desires and kinks I wanted to share and pursue and I needed someone who felt the same way.

The next time he called to ask me out, I was determined to see if there was any path going forward with him, sexually that is. Remembering the advise from my mom, 'Always leave an out', I said that I really didn't feel like going out, but that I could come over to his place and we could do take-out and maybe watch a movie. He was onboard with that.

My first disappointment came when I arrived at his place to find that he lived in one of four small studio apartments in an old Victorian style home on a residential street. It was decorated like a typical divorced guy's place. Kinda dark and sparse with sports memorabilia everywhere and a much too big flat screen TV. A lot of guys his age just couldn't let go of the sports thing. The endless tailgating, the getting wasted, the fantasy football parties, etc., and I thought that maybe that might have hastened his divorce.

He turned on a college football game while we waited for the Chinese take-out to arrive and we even sat through that as we ate. I felt I had made a mistake in judgment on this guy, but I was here and somewhat horny, so I let it slide. I decided to just get fucked and then get out of there. If that was even a possibility. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, where I took off my clothes but left my panties on in case this went completely south, like, maybe he was secretly gay or couldn't perform due to some kinda injury or psychological issue.

I came out of the bathroom, walked directly in front of him and laid on his bed and asked him,

"What's a girl have to do to get fucked around here?"

I could see he was stunned as he hesitated, them weakly muttered, "She...she just has to ask, I guess."

So I asked, "Wanna fuck?"

"Ah....sure....yeah, let's do that," came his uninspiring answer.

I watched as he walked toward the bed and started removing his clothes, never even turning off the damn football game. I sensed he was a bit embarrassed being naked in front of me, maybe because his body was kinda soft and pudgy and because his dick, only partially hard at this point, was smaller than expected. His hesitation and unease was clearly evident. He got down on the bed next to me and I went in for a kiss. Hoping to get him totally aroused, I reached down and began playing with his prick.

He was just an okay kisser, you know the kind, lips not firm and kinda unsure whether he wanted to really KISS. I figured I'd pick up the pace, so I began moving my way down his chest with my mouth, but when I attempted to lick his nipples, he pulled back and sort of twisted them away from me. That turned me off. By now his dick was hard, so I figured I'd just suck him, fuck him and then leave. I moved my head down and took it into my mouth. By the way he reacted, you'd of thought it was his first blowjob. He was shaking and over-reacting every time I moved either my hand or my mouth. I was afraid he was going to cum right then, so I immediately stopped and slid back up on the bed.

"Sorry. I'm sorry," he professed. "My wife...I mean my ex-wife and I would never do that. You know, oral sex."

"Why's that," I asked, but I didn't really care what he said now. I knew this evening and relationship was kaput and I was getting out of there. I got off the bed.

"She gave me handjobs sometimes when we dated, but I always felt it was, you know, doing things down there, I felt it was... dirty," he stammered.

I turned to face him and said, "So you never went down or her and she never went down on you the whole time you were together?"

"No. I just couldn't," he sheepishly replied.

"No wonder you're divorced," was all I said. Then I went to the bathroom, got dressed and was out the front door and headed home. He never showed up again at the bar.

SANDRA

So now I was 0 for 2 when it came to relationships with guys after Justin. Talking with my girl friends from cosmetology school and junior college, I discovered that it was a consensus that guys our age (mid to late twenties) were generally horrible when it came to both dating and developing any kind of close relationship.

They seemed to be more in love with bromance that romance. Fantasy sports, sports events and betting, video games, tailgate parties, among other things, appeared to be their main interests. Sandra, who was a member of the women's cross country team with me in college, was dealing with the same kinda bullshit. We commiserated over it several nights at her place.

Similar physically to myself, lean and athletic, we had been close friends then, but now found we now had a lot more in common that originally thought. She was not a lesbian, I know for a fact, and neither was I. It's just that we'd become so disenchanted with dating guys. So I was not taken aback when she made the first move and kissed me on the mouth one night.

We had been sitting on the floor in her apartment, drinking wine and eating nachos, and complaining about men. I found her extremely attractive. Yes, I had looked at her in that way. With her high cheek bones, blonde hair, tits bigger than mine, small hips, nice ass and muscular legs, she's the kind of woman I always thought I would want to fuck if I was a guy. So when she took my face in her hands and passionately kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, I was all in. I broke the kiss, pushed her onto her back, laid on top of her and kissed her the same way.

Suddenly, we were tearing each others clothes off. I yanked her top off as she pulled at my shorts. I fumbled with her bra, finally getting it off, then started sucking on her tits as she pulled my pants off with her foot. When I felt her hand on my panties, rubbing my pussy, I had to stop sucking to gasp with pleasure.

"Stand up," she commanded.

I complied, loving that she was taking charge. Then she kneeled, took my sodden panties off of me and pulled my pussy onto her mouth. My knees buckled. She pushed my legs apart and put her fingers into my cunt as she licked and sucked it. I was having trouble standing, with she sensed.

"Lie down now," I'm going to eat you till you cum."

I almost fell to the floor on my back and opened my legs as wide as I could. Now she was in the right position to really penetrate me with both her fingers and tongue. I hadn't been eaten out in over a year. Not since that one and only time with Justin. And boy, did I miss it. I looked down. The sight of her blonde hair down between my thighs and the feeling of her tongue, lips and fingers in and on my pussy had me on the verge of orgasm in no time. I closed my eyes and started playing with my nipples under my T-shirt. Then Sandra put her hands under my ass, lifted my crotch up and licked my asshole before sucking on my clit. I screamed and exploded. I came so fucking hard, I was afraid I would drown her. I'd never squirted, but that time I think I came close.

Sandra kept her mouth on me until I got under control. Then she slithered up my body and kissed me.

"Fuck me. That was incredible," I told her, as my hands roamed over her ass, unfortunately still clothed.

"Now it your turn," she told me.

"Fuck, yeah it is. Get those clothes off. I want you naked," I told her.

Sandra rolled onto her back and took off her pants and underwear, giving me the pleasure of seeing that she was, in fact, a natural blonde. I took off my top, making me naked as well, and told her,

"Sit on the edge of the couch. I'm gonna get between your legs and take my good old time eating you out.

She moved to the couch, sat right on the edge, spread her legs wide open and leaned back. I knelt between her thighs, but before I went down on her, I just had to suck on those tits and nipples again. I leaned into her and began, sucking one while playing with the other. I loved how her nipples got rock hard in my mouth. Sandra obviously loved it as well since she held my head there when I moved to go down on her, saying,

"Just a little longer, please."

I was happy to accommodate her request. I sucked and tweaked until she lifted her hands away. I kissed down her body, finally getting to her puss. I parted her lips with my fingers and began tonguing her. I loved how she tasted. Sweet, slick and silky, similar but a little different from myself. I loved smelling the sexual pheromones she was emitting. I tongued and licked and fingered her until I had her begging me to make her cum.

"Do it, please. Finish me, " she pleaded.

I lifted her legs up over my shoulders, grabbed behind her and pushed her pussy hard against my mouth, lapping repeatedly until I had her squeezing my head with her thighs. I quickly moved my lips to her elongated clitoris and sucked it hard, sending her over the edge, then put my mouth on her pussy to swallow all of her cum. Unlike myself, she was quiet when she came and I made it a challenge to myself to eventually get her to scream. I sucked her until she had no more to give. Then I kissed her clit, sat next to her on the couch and held her tight. I was taller than Sandra, so when I wrapped my arms around her, it was as if I was engulfing her into my being. As if we were becoming one.

Sandra and I never became an "item". Over the next two years we'd occasionally go out for dinner and get together with friends to socialize. But then there were also times that we'd see each other for the sole purpose of having sex. She was the person who taught me about being a giver and a taker when it came to strap-ones, as I lost my anal virginity to her. I think our relationship was good for both of us and we still remain good friends to this day.

MARK ....and the rest

Mark was a hair products rep that I met while working at the salon. He'd come by once a month to push some new product and to check on our supplies and reorder anything we were low on. Physical attractive, he always had a positive attitude about him and never missed an opportunity to flirt with me. I, in turn, flirted back, hoping to make our relationship more than just salesman/client.

It must have been after our fourth encounter that he got up the nerve to ask me out for dinner. Because he traveled a lot, he was never in the area for more than two days at a time, so I acquiesced and accepted.

He took me to a somewhat fancy steakhouse and we had a great meal and pleasant conversation. We went back to his hotel and had drinks in the bar afterwards. When he asked if I wanted to come up to his room, I was all in.

Having barely closed the door, we were all over each other. Like a scene out of a movie, he had me up against the wall and was reaching under my dress to get my panties off. I helped by pushing them down and off my feet, my shoes going too, as he fumbled with his belt and zipper. I dropped to my knees and got his pants and boxers to the floor and had his cock in my mouth in sheer seconds as he put his arms out and leaned against the wall.

He had the most beautiful and biggest cock I had ever seen. At least 8" long with a healthy girth, circumcised, and, to add to my pleasure, smooth shaven balls. I was lost in the act of pleasuring him with my mouth and hands, but I stopped just long enough for him to pull my dress off over my head. Then I was back at it. I wanted to make him as hard as possible so he could fill my pussy with that magnificent tool between his legs.

Sensing his balls contracting, I rose up and we both hurriedly got his shirt off, giving my mouth access to his nipples. I sucked on them for only a minute before he pushed my head away and stepped out of his pants and underwear and tugged me toward the bed. I eagerly flopped down on my back and spread my legs as I watched him lose his shoes and socks. His body was ripped and I couldn't wait for him to take me anyway he wanted.

He knelt on the bed and like a rag doll, he flipped me around so that I was on all fours with my ass towards him. When his mouth found my pussy, I moaned loud and my face fell forward to the pillows. He held my ass cheeks apart as he licked and sucked my sopping wet cunt. As great as that felt though, I really wanted that cock inside me. He continued eating me until I was close to cumming, then suddenly he stopped and I thought 'Okay, here it comes', but nothing happened. I looked back and he was getting a condom from the night stand. He tore open the package, expertly rolled it over his massive dick, then got back behind me and shoved it's entire length into me in one push.