It’s Easy Being Green, and Slutty, In Vancouver

greeeeeeeen!I was a hipster the other night, wandering Main Street with friends, when we get distracted by this “fuck me hard while I wear this revealing corset” shop on 16th.

I enjoy being slutty while trying to reclaim the word slut from those who want to shame me and my sisters and slutty brothers from enjoying doses of wild and usually inappropriate sex.

I want to head back to this shop and buy this dress and cram my ass into it and wear it with the straps constantly falling.

I want to wear it, commando, to dance at a club while loaded on fruity rum drinks. And I want my people to fondle my dress while I’m dancing. I want them to rub my ass and tits and cunt through it. I want them to reach down the top to go after a nipple periodically.

I want to go into the bathroom so one of my girls can feel me up in it while others watch how creamy I get, in part just cuz I’m in the dress. My new orgasm dress.

Then I want to go home with my friends, after meeting at least one new person [usually it's a girl] to add to our group. At least for just the night.

And I want at least 3 people to fondle me in it.

And I want one person to suck my clit while someone else’s fingers are creaming me up.

And I want those at least 3 people to peel this dress off me and each of them, fuck me. However they wish.

And I want to sleep beside this dress. And put it on the next morning and walk around the house in it, eating breakfast and berries. And then I want a boy to lie me down on the bed, push the dress up and fuck me while I daydream of lying on a beach in south Asia looking out into the ocean at all those tall rock islands with tropical vegetation all over the top.

I want this dress to smell like my cream, other people’s cum and all my sweat and other people’s lipstick.

Then if it’s a drizzly day, I’m going to drape it over the rose bush on the balcony to freshen it up.

Then that night I will wear it to Sandbar just before the dinner rush and sit at the bar drinking rum and root beer, with my Kindle, reading and enjoying people looking at me and wanting to fuck me. I will not let any boys take me home to fuck me, but any girl who wants to try on my dress is welcome!

Then, as they say, later rinse repeat.

I fucking LOVE this dress!

Sex Tip #22: We Should All Charge for Sex

i was talking to a christian virgin in her 20s last week, the sister of a girl i teach with. she is good without intercourse. she has a firm line. she considers it an issue of personal integrity and morality. all fine.

but she loves being sucked and sucking so her morality doesn’t stop her from getting to third base. good girl. and she has the classic girl lament that once her boy cums, he has a hard time focus on her mere existence! :)

ladies first. has to be said. but, continuing on…

but she had something really interesting to say.

she thinks of sex as a massively powerful thing. and she figures that if girls choose to cease to be virgins before marriage [which she understands but doesn't embrace herself obviously], she wonders why all girls don’t charge for it.

so she clearly doesn’t judge sex trade workers, but she also sees it like compromising a virtue being a very black and white thing. once you have sex you’ve crossed a line. you’re in another realm of virtue. different. and in her case, for herself: lesser.

but she figures that if she were to cross that line and have sex, she should charge for it. it is possibly the greatest currency of power in the human history. there should be no reason why she shouldn’t charge $500 for the honour of fucking her. note she didn’t say $50. she knows how to price commodities.

and then she went on to talk about things i agree with, like how marriage is in some ways “just” an economic arrangement where in the past, women became housewives and kept the home for the man and didn’t have to work but in exchange for all that economic value, she fucked her husband. and in that view, women weren’t sexual creatures, but cunts for receiving cum. turns out women actually like to fuck, but whatever. :) only they didn’t have to swallow or even suck his dick after she had a ring on.

and i like this chick. she’s got it figured out. and she has a killer petite body. dragon boats, cross country skiing, part time vegan diet. i’d fuck her if i were a guy. and i may just pay $500.

last summer i saw her in her bathing suit, drunk, at dusk, at a campsite at a lake near whistler. i saw how poorly her bathing suit fit after several hours in it and after losing her ability to stand up straight 100% of the time. and i wasn’t the only one who noticed her awesomeness. and i know that she sucked at least one of the boys on our trip. deeply. so she’s got the game, as they say.

but to know, not just think but know, that there’s been NOTHING in her cunt, that’s just stunning. and if she were to let a boy inside her [well, that part of her], i could see that she’d want to be properly compensated for it. i know this because i’ve taken money, restaurants, clothes, hotel stays and wild rides in convertibles in exchange for fucking a guy.

so i told her about my various times being more or less a prostitute and she could totally relate. i didn’t tell her EVERYthing i’ve done sexually that had a payout [beyond the scope of our conversation], but i concluded with this idea: if a girl like this agrees with me on the economic and power nature of sex, i think i’m on solid ground.

in touch,

holly

Dibs

hello again my dearies!

it’s been a great year. lotsa fun irl. lotsa busy times at work. lots of stress but nothing inducing dull stares and stress leaves.

but i’ve neglected all of you, for which i sincerely apologize.

but something i’ve noticed in my writing time away is that my blog’s become quite popular. and in england. i don’t know why. you tell me, uk dudes.

so here’s a new sex tip for yall. simple. call dibs. if you don’t you’re stupid. if you think you’re being noble, all’s fair in love and war. call dibs.

that’s for the boys mainly, but girls, you need to know that dibs are or aren’t being called on you. and you either need to manipulate the situation or play a card if you don’t want to be dibbed. and if you are in a position where no one is calling dibs, it’s all for you.

what do i mean?

meet bill. bill is a nice christian boy. man. he’s 33. he broke up with his gf of 4 years last summer. he actually went to a counsellor to figure out why he wanted out. brought up a lot of family of origin stuff. he’s a stellar guy.

i met bill late last year. we actively didn’t date, tho we hung out a lot. i wouldn’t date him because of my bf and gf. i’m taken. but i like bill a lot. and we kept going out. and he was pretty open about how he wanted to date me. we worked that out pretty cool. it was just a no. and he was good with that because he was exercising that assertive muscle that so many nice boys refuse to work out.

so, back to dibs.

he met a girl in university about 10 years ago. they were in a class together one semester. then again the next semester. he got to know her as a random classmate the first time. liked her. thought she was hot, but he was shy. she was too, not a player, so bill didn’t push anything because he thought he had time.

in that next semester, he saw her for a few weeks in class. didn’t push anything. wouldn’t get assertive. then all of a sudden his roommate starts dating a girl he met at a friend’s church. shy, cute, long brown hair, nice curvy body. he’s jealous. why not. turns out after a few dates, roommate comes home and says that his gf is in one of bill’s classes. that girl.

now, honestly he couldn’t call dibs. it wasn’t like that. it wasn’t like they both saw her at a bar and did rock paper scissors. he’s lost the opportunity because his roommate met her independently. he just lost out.

so does he tell her that he wants her? of course not. his roommate is dating her.

so he begins to live vicariously through their relationship. she spends lots of time over at their place because she lives with her parents.

all being christians, everything is very platonic. there is no sex, nothing sinny. just wholesome courting. and bill has no reason to believe anyone’s doing anything sinny. sure she sleeps over. sure she showers there, sure they go away for a weekend away here and there. but it’s a don’t ask, don’t tell. no one has to question whether there’s anything to bring up with the pastor.

at the same time, bill assumes lots is going on. and it helps with his masturbating. but that’s private too. as is his hidden boner when she’s over in the winter, wearing pajamas and a housecoat and the roommate is out at night with a client at a conference downtown or something. bill just KNOWS she’s not wearing anything under those pajamas.

so bill finds his own gf and dates and then another and another and they move in together. that’s the relationship that ended recently.

so, roommate and that girl get married 8 years ago. and they start a life. and in recent years, bill and his gf and his married friends develop a nice couples friendship. even going on vacations together. no mfmf, but that doesn’t stop bill from continuing to use her as an object of masturbation. that’s private so it’s separate from his relationship anyway.

but the intersection of the 3sum gets complicated a few months ago, after bill has been through some therapy and figured out a bunch of his shit.

he’s now a 3rd wheel again with that his old roommate and his wife. not in an “in the way” way, but just it’s an odd number now.

and he’s invited over to dinner now and then, as good christians [and old friends] do. one night in july, he goes over to their apartment after work for dinner but he’s out with a client and would join them for a later dinner.

she greets him at the door and they hug. as always. but this hug lingers. she lingers it. and when she finally releases him, she turns to her left and rubs her boobs along bill’s chest as she’s turning away. completely gratuitous sexual contact. not accidental. but bill thinks maybe this doesn’t mean as much as his throbbing manhood wants it to mean. i mean, come on. she’s married.

they have a beer and chat for an hour or so before hubby comes home. during that talk, questions about loneliness come up. like, is he lonely now.

bill says he’s actually feeling good now. not lonely. just alone. and that’s ok. and oddly, he felt lonely in the last couple years of his relationship. even though he was not single. and that once they broke up, the loneliness left. very odd. but it makes sense.

it makes more sense when you add in the lack of closeness, which is what she asks about next. lots of coy, deflected talk about how bill’s relationship had been “drifting and distant”. all it meant was he hadn’t successfully had sex with his gf for many months. they’d tried, but she wasn’t into it or she was sliding into a place of what he calls vaginal rejection. not frigidity but just not all that relaxed enough for a good fuck, even with lots of foreplay. maybe that’s frigidity he thinks. i think it is.

so then bill gets brave and says, what the fuck. and tells her what he means by distant. the no sex, the platonic roommate relationship, the problem getting her to release her tension and let him in her. and how in the end, the only times he’s had an orgasm with her in their last year was in the shower when she’d get him to slide his cock in between her legs, in and out, until he came. and she’d get off on the cock-clit loving.

and so, bill concludes, that he was lonelier with her than he had been with her. and now he’s just alone.

so, girl married to his friend, who’s been listening with empathy and understanding talks about being able to relate to that story. they’d been through the 7 year itch and no one had an affair or anything, but they’d fell into a groove that was boring. a rut, he asks. yes, a rut. and, she snorts a bit, she can relate to the dry stretch without sex. husband is engaged and loving, but not so interested. so bill starts getting a boner. duh.

and this is a kind of place where he should be thinking of calling dibs, which is what i tell him at this point in the story. and again, it’s not like they’re at a bar seeing a new girl. there’s a decade of history, but i say sure, but that’s all being reset. not that they’re magically divorced, but she’s in play. but i know that because he’d already teased me with the end of the story, so i know where it’s going.

and she goes on a bit talking about her speculation. is he sleeping around. is he gay. is he just not into her anymore. do they need some more sexy spice. she goes, “i mean, i’ve still got the same body, plus maybe 15 pounds but all that has added to my curves.” and bill describes her body to me. big boobs but not huge, though full enough when he remembers her in pajamas a decade ago. hippy like me about about the same size waist as me, not killer hourglass, but curvy. and this night she’s wearing a scoop-T with a modest amount of cleavage catching the light.

and after describing her weight gain, she leans forward and touches the gap between her boobs and says she still has what it takes for loving.

“i’d say” says bill, nervous, but happy. “would you” she replies. “yes.”

then she talks about more sexy spice and doing something about a dissatisfying part of life as opposed to sitting around waiting for life to improve. and that she wants to put a bit of an ultimatum to her husband, do you want to hear my plan.

bill: yes.

she says that she doesn’t want to grill bill about anything her husband may or may have told him about their marriage and make him betray any confidences [which it turns out he carries none], but at dinner that night she wants to take advantage of bill being there to kind of confront her husband, in a kinda christian accountability kinda way. but the ultimatum is that she’s tired of sex being non-existent or unfulfilling and she insists that change. and that she wants to have sex with bill that night after dinner [and this isn't adultery because there's no deception!]. and that she doesn’t want to exclude her husband, but include him of course. but that if he isn’t into at least being in the room or being involved, she still wants to have sex with bill. she needs more and she’s going to do something to get more. what do you think of that plan, she says. because i love you like a brother, but you’re not a brother and in the end i knew you first anyway.

and in bill’s mind is the logical part reviewing her plan and seeing the logic in it. but that’s like 8% of his head while the rest of his entire existence is about fucking his friend’s wife tonight “for free”. and this is definitely a dibs moment.

he says the plan sounds daring. and spicy for sure. and risky. but really interesting.

and she says she’s happy to hear that. and she touches the cock track between her boobs again and says she just won’t be waiting anymore to get things going.

so bill asks how long has it been since she’s had sex. it’s been months.

but she goes on to say she’s really committed to the plan. she thought it up a few weeks earlier and chickened out once already when they all went out to dinner. she didn’t want to spring it on bill in case he said no or got feeling awkward. so tonight was a chance to avoid that problem/excuse.

and she says that no matter what she’s having sex tonight, but because she will do it with someone else anyway, she wants to totally commit to the plan by getting started now.

so bill does the time math in his head and calms down thinking that they’ve got lots of time before the husband comes home [such the home wrecker!] and says yes.

so up she gets off the couch and up he gets and they walk together and she hugs him again. very long this time. and she pulls back a bit and rubs her right hand down her left breast, pushing her bra and T down to release her “absolutely killer tit.” bill’s words.

so he grabs it with one hand and her ass with the other and she’s rubbing his cock. then there’s the kissing and nipple sucking and his hand down her pants where it’s all hot and wet.

and the fucking on the living room floor is fast, like 4 minutes. and bill’s thinking no worries about his friend getting home. silly to be nervous about that. dreaming of fucking her for a decade. imagining her under her pajamas. imagining her while she’s in the shower. stealing glances at her in the pool, just getting a sense of the cut of her hip bones and how her tits move in the water.

and when they get into the fucking, she’s so wet he wants to pump lots, but he barely had much chance to pull back because she was pulling him in so hard. all the while sucking his tongue like she was giving it a bj.

and her hip grinding made her shudder when she came and she started catching her breath, and despite the lack of pumping to get him towards cumming, her breath is what made him shoot it.

and he stayed hard for the 19 hours it felt like she just held him in her.

and while he didn’t have a chance to call dibs a decade ago, he did that night.

and while they laid there naked on the floor, they talked about lots of history. early mutual crushes. what if thoughts. confirmation that she was fucking her roommate [before marriage, shock!], sometimes when he was also in the apartment. sometimes when they were in the shower after being downstairs in the pool. once she rubbed him off under the blanket on the couch once bill fell asleep watching a movie with them. and many other confessions and fantasies.

and he spent a good amount of time sucking her tits, which he had fixated on for such a long time.

then they cleaned up, got dressed [with dry panties for her], talked some more and had dinner.

and with 2 glasses of wine in her, she drops the bomb on her husband and pitches her plan. and he’s floored. and he decides by the look on bill’s face that it’s shocking to him to, when in reality it was just being there for the bomb.

but ultimately he says if he says no, it’ll happen anyway. so he can’t go out or something. so he says he’d stay. and admitted some curiosity in watching his wife fuck someone else.

and after more beer and wine they’re in the bedroom and while he watches, bill spends a crazy amount of time rubbing her tits and pussy and ass before even stripping her. then bill takes a bj while fingering her, then being low on semen, he spins around and fucks her. and despite what happened earlier, when he gets close to cumming she gets him to pull out and cum in her mouth. she says she wants her husband to cum in her.

and after bill cums, she pulls her husband over and though he suggests some privacy, she says bill should get to watch too. and from his vantage point, they appeared to have some great sex. she rode his face for a while. she sucked him tenderly and she let him ram her in the way that bill wanted to earlier.

and after he came, and some cuddling, he rolled off her and she pulled the cum out and rubbed it onto her bush and clit until she got all sticky with that beautiful anarchy of cum tangled pubes.

“ok, i’m gonna head out now” is all bill could really pull together after some silent minutes, post-coital. no formal goodbyes or conversations. everyone was quite wasted.

and i checked last week. that was the last bill had contact with them. he decided to leave it in their court for communication. but after labour day, he’s going to call her and check things out. and while he certainly wants to fuck her again [and again and again and again], he’s prepared to either never see them again, fuck her secretly or openly, or see everything go back to normal, or something in between. my fingers are crossed for more fucking. of course.

so dibs. be assertive. take advantage of moments. girls, call dibs too, and put yourself into a dib-able position. and if circumstances conspire to remove a dibs opportunity, you may simply have to wait 10 years. or be on the lucky end of someone else in the future losing a dibs opportunity. trust the universe. but don’t sit back and wait for naked partners to hop into your lap. go out and get some!

How did you find me?

My wordpress stats are always good for a hoot.

Here I am, trying to find things to do in the next several days to ward off the start of school [denial, i know], and i’m trolling my stats for the search terms people use to get to…me. Here are the best of the 1′s [spelling is, of course, optional!]:

Search Views
braless at church 1
sex girls 1
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how to introduse your swettie to anal sex 1

Braless at church. I’m so impressed that anyone would think to google that. How awesome!

In touch,

Holly

Even Christians Need Gaydar

I had the mildly unpleasant duty of telling my friend Charlotte that the boy she has a crush on is gay. Bi, at the very least.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that… :)

Being bi myself, I can’t really judge Charlotte’s boy at all. But the unfortunate part of all this is that Charlotte assumes everyone at her church is straight…because they’re at her church.

Being Christian doesn’t mean you’re straight. Most Christians are straight because most people are mostly straight.

Christians at conservative not-so-gay friendly churches are not allowed to be gay. And if they are, as long as they don’t partake of any gay sex, they’re technically not sinning.

Christians at progressive, liberal churches can be as gay as they like.

But my dear Charlotte has liked this boy for some time now. She’s spoken of him often and last sunday I attended her church, mostly to see this dude. She insisted I wear a bra, btw.  :)

So in about 10 seconds after meeting this guy, I knew he was gay. And he, of course, doesn’t know she has a crush on him. I can’t tell if he knows he’s gay or if he’s just ok with being who he is. He just seems to like Charlotte. And why not. She’s awesome.

But the assumption that males at conservative churches are worth being attracted to because they’re not gay for sure, is a bad one. It means girls don’t have to cultivate gaydar. This can be a debilitating disease.

Now, our agenda is to figure out why Charlotte is falling for a gay guy. Has she done this in the past? What has been her relationship like with her father? Is she looking for a safe guy to avoid real sex pressures or actual commitment?

These are the questions we are now talking about.

And maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe Charlotte just lacks gaydar. But either way, we’re going to get to the bottom of it!

In touch,

Holly

Why I’m Only a Bit of a Prostitute

Prostitution. I’m in favour. To not be is to be a hypocrite. But with limits.

Last weekend i spent a wonderful time in Kelowna. At the Delta. A big ass expensive hotel, with nice sheets. But sadly, not a view of the lake. For me anyway.

Technically, I was a prostitute. I was driven in the fellow’s car, had my meals and the room paid for [tho his business covered the room], enjoyed the gifts of lingerie and a summer dress, and got fucked a number of times in exchange.

I returned home with no $100 in my purse or anything tho. So technically… :)

But beyond technicalities, I hooked.

The guy was no stranger. He is the separated husband of a woman who taught at my school until last year. She was hard core in the micromanaging, cold fish, control freak way. She didn’t “get” students. And their need to not work 100% of their lives. They had been together for about 9 years. Married for  5. He got over her intensity and dumped her.

He works in branding/marketing. Two things I REALLY don’t like, but I like his body. And he’s really funny.

Over the weekend, I learned his soon-to-be ex was an intense fucker. Intense like at school. Liked to suck him till he came, then get him hard again and make him work her until she came. Sometimes more than once.

So I did a bit of that. He enjoyed parts of the weekend doing the exact same stuff he did with her, but with the difference being me and my body and my style. Same process, different content he called it. These marketing people, eh! :)

But my highlights were my times to explore what of him i’d always found attractive.

I wore no bra in the car and took off my panties on the highway. Did some rubbing in the car, of me, not him. My breasts and my clit.

And when we checked in i walked into the bathroom, into the shower, turned it on and wet me and my dress all up. And he fucked me all wet on the bed. That started the weekend well.

We got some room service and drank a bit, then he went out to the casino with some clients/marks.

Around 1130pm he phones me and asks if it’s ok to have some boys over to the room. I say sure. Committed to not fucking all 3 of them. And I didn’t, but I know that was a thing in his mind to see if it would end up there. Saucy man.

We all had drinks. They were generally polite, asking what I did, etc., but not so much about how me and “John” met. I guessed he told them, but I don’t think they know much about his marital past. New clients, or newish.

And then they left and I stripped and tied up John and gratified myself beside him on the bed while seeing if he’d cum. Nope. Good boy. Then I ordered pizza.

And while I opened the door only enough to bring in the pizza, John wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t fling the door wide open for delivery boy to see. Cue the porn music. I don’t know why he was worried. Maybe because that’s what I said I’d do with the door.

Bitch?

Bitch.

Whore, too.

Saturday, John’s is in conference/meeting/sales/branding/inspiration mode. I miss him all day. Sniff. I got shopping with his two . There are only 7,000 stores on Harvey. And one thing I love about the OK is that wearing a bikini around town, in the Subway, in the mall, is a uniform for some and not a problem for anyone [outwardly anyways].

And when I was in Sweet Dreams there were 3 girls [and by girls I mean 18-20] trying on things. One ended up quite high maintenance because each of the 3 of them and the staff sweetie all had different opinions about her “real” bra size. Clearly she had never had a proper fitting before. But after 19 million opinions she got some truth. 38C not 36D. That was fun to watch. But in the end she had to come to terms with not self-identifying as a D.

After the fitting and more hijinks and tryings-on, I mentioned to her in the corner how I’m a B. And while it’s not size that matters, it IS what you do with it. And I went into my stall and tightened up my bra one clasp and came back out and said that this difference makes a dull evening at the bar quite unpredictable. Then I went back in and loosened it to one clasp too loose and came back out and said, same for this. in a different way. It’s all about how you introduce your breasts to the world. And then I said I’d still fuck a penis regardless of which way it curves. FTW.

Anyway, I came away from there with this:

It’s a nice piece. Feels smooth. So picture this without the discrete bra and panty underneath it and that’s what i wore the rest of the weekend when we were in the room. Lots of access. And it got good and creamy.

Spent some time in the pool and sauna, got a bit frisky with myself in the sauna. That was nice. Then around 430pm John comes back to the room and I model my outfit for him. I ensure some time demonstrating the sheerness with which to see my nipples. And how I can untie the top to pull out a boob for him and rub a recently released cock head on it. And how I can lie back on the bed and push the skirt down to cover my cunt but not hide its terrain. And how I can sit on the back of the couch with one foot up there too showing how such a little skirt allows his cock to rub along my lips while I rub his balls. And how I can hold his phone and take a short video of his cock rubbing my sticky lips [not inside my cunt, mind you, because that would be fornication] and how for all day he hasn’t been able to fuck me that as i pull off the shoulder of my top and push his fingers onto my nipple, that he can cum on the outside my cunt and cream the skirt.

Then we dress for dinner, coMMANdo! With me in a navy sheer top over a cream cami and yoga skirt.

We came back to the room and slipped into the tub for a http://www.soapymassage.com. Me likey.

For breakfast, I sat on his face and he ate my cunt. Then I wouldn’t fuck him. Just kept saying no until it got so late we wouldn’t have enough time to get down to the restaurant to eat before his session. Cutting it close, I made him fuck me fast so we’d still be able to rush downstairs. But I took the poke up against the window with my yoga skirt up in the back, wondering how many people out there were drifting off to find a good local church. No one looked up and stared, though a few did glance up. They weren’t obvious though if their looks lingered.

After a quick tidy up we breakfasted and I swam and we checked out cruised a few girlclothes shops until I found a great summer dress with which to drive home in, coMMando! Of course.

He dropped me off and I felt nothing like a prostitute. I felt like a girl on more than a one night stand. It lasted 3 days, but it was much like a one night stand, which is usually not prostitution. Sure I got food, clothes, travel, rooms, uninterrupted naps, etc. but when i go out on dates, the fellow [only if he's new] pays for dinner and a movie/play/cover and usually drives. And buys me liquor. And I either fuck him or i don’t.

Prostitutes have sex for money.

What’s the difference?

Three-Peats and Going Commando.

i had an interesting chat with buddy friday night. he told me about all the fucking he did in the previous 24 hours. most of it not with me. :)

but with our reasonably open, polyamourous relationship, of me, him and my gf [and his gf sometimes], we’re pretty cool with it all.

but we hit a new high of amazing with his story from thursday night.

he was at the irish heather. showed up to meet a friend after the spectacular canucks game. not so much.

his friend was with a girl he know from work and her friend from sfu, an elementary school student teacher, “kelly”. i’m a high school teacher, buddy likes me. he took an interest in the student teacher. nice fellow. hospitable.

turns out this student teacher is the kelly osbourne body type, not quite half way from chubby to svelte. who turns down fatties, goes the sick demeaning saying? only rude boys. my buddy isn’t rude. now i’m not fat, but i have serious hips. curviness. buddy likes that. me too.

he described her like this. attractive to look at. moved and talked sensually, like she was a dancer, and had a tone of erotic.

after some short small talk amongst all 4 of them, he moves beside her and smiles and says boy, you’re a real triple threat. as he’s telling me this i roll my eyes, wondering what it means, but it sounds like a baaaaad line. quite beneath him.

kelly says how so. buddy tells her she is very attractive to the eye, a sensual person as she relates to other people, but he leaves out the 3rd thing. she asks about the omission. he says he’ll tell her later. tease.

she says she’s about to go, so he should tell her now. he asks where. she says she needs to take a cab to sandbar to meet her roommate to borrow her apartment key. then she asks if he’d like to go to sandbar with her.

clothes check:

buddy: jeans, sweater.

kelly: plaid skirt, shirt with buttons and “frilly lacy sleeves and neckline”. [i love his sense of fashion.]

he says yeah, but she needs to do something first. she says what. he says she needs to give him her panties for safekeeping. and that’s the 3rd part of the triple threat. and she smiles and does the squint thing he likes so much and says ok. and she walks past him, rubbing her arm along his chest [which gives him more of a boner], and heads to the bathroom.

a minute later she’s back and she and buddy tell their respective friends they’re heading to sandbar and all say see ya.

buddy gets outside with kelly to look for a cab and turns to her, saying “well?”

and she squeezes her baby blue panties into his hand. he opens them up and grins and she quickly closes them up again and stuffs them back into his hand and closes it.

and he moves beside her and puts his arm around her while they wait for a cab. and he slides his arm down her arm to her waist, then slides his hand from her waist, over her hip and down her thigh a bit and back up. feeling her skirt and enjoying the feeling of knowing there’s nothing but skin under it.

cab comes and they get in.

on the way he leans over and tells her to move her knees apart. she says no, smiling. i suppose she didn’t want to get anything on in a cab. so he asks if she’d do it if he promises not to touch her. she says ok and opens her legs.

and he doesn’t touch her. gentleman. though he does move his hand over and around and in between her knees, just without touching her.

but he does lean back over to her and says that because she’s such a triple threat, he wants to come in her three times before the sun comes up. and she smiles and he explains in intricate detail how she shifts her body around in her seat a bit as if she were suddenly uncomfortable.

she later told him that while she was vaginally moist in the bathroom when stripping, once he said that, she got all drippy.

and when they got to sandbar, they met her roommate upstairs and got her keys and they walked the 20 minutes home to her apartment on false creek. tho they stopped a couple times for necking and once to look out over the water while he stood behind her and rubbed his cock on her ass and pushed her hand onto her crotch to rub a bit. and then he felt how nuclear hot her pussy was.

inside her apartment he pushed her up against the hall way wall and started kissing her and pulled her skirt up to rub her ass.

then he went down on her and played with her muff [longish], sucked her clit and fingered her until she came. then they went into her bedroom and without all that delay of stripping, he fucked her and came in her and when he pulled out and his come started dripping out he pulled her panties out of his pants pocket and rubbed her pussy with them, teasing out the rest of his come and sopping it up in her panties.

then they made out some more and got naked and he got his cock hard again eventually rubbing on her boobs. and then he fucked her again for a long time. too soon for him to come again, he just fucked and lubed and fucked and lubed, mostly doggy style, until she came again.

then there was sleep. then there was the middle of the night wake up fuck: scissor position. and he filled her again.

then more sleep. then after a while she wakes him up while she’s giving him a hand job. she climbs on top and rides him until he cums, doesn’t take long. morning wood and all.

then they shower [more sucking her clit] then have some eggs and he takes off.

i never really had any illusions that elementary school teachers were more pure and virginal than high school teachers. but when i heard all this story, i realized that i don’t know many elementary school teachers who are so slutty. so maybe i did have a kind of bias. not so much any more. she was a fuck fiend. in the best of ways.

and so friday when buddy got home, he was on fire and poked my pussy until we were raw. then he tells me this story.

what a gal, this kelly. and while she’s not bi, she has been with girls a couple times. and i’m interested in adding a +1 to that when she comes over sunday afternoon before she goes to her folks house in burnaby for easter dinner.

she already told buddy that this holiday weekend is feeling more like thanksgiving than easter. and not because she hadn’t been poked in years or anything, but just that she had never had 3 pokes and 2 slurps all inside 12 hours before.

i like this girl already! :)

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