Dancing Girls
I moved out of my parents’ house when I was nineteen. My best friend Carl and I got a two-bedroom apartment together and agreed to share expenses. Up until, and right after we moved we talked endlessly, fantasizing about all of the adventures we would have at our new pad. We talked about swapping women, sharing women, orgies and everything else that can be imagined by horny, nineteen year-old guys.
About two months after getting settled in, we both became anxious to experience at least one of the escapades we had foreseen. We paced back and forth in the apartment plotting and complaining. We finally decided that purchasing new fuck flicks would at least settle us down for a little while. We found a good movie store and carefully picked out one movie each. When we got home we immediately put in one of the movies, Carl’s choice, I think. After a few minutes Carl asked me to leave the room so he could masturbate. I definitely understood his need to stroke after watching some of the movie he had picked out, so I exited the living room and went to my room. I picked up a book and began reading when the phone rang. Carl talked for at least thirty minutes. I finally came out of my bedroom when Carl hung up the phone. He had a devious look on his face. I knew he was going to tell me something good. All I could think of was group sex. Carl smiled at me and said, “Melina wants to practice her new dance routine at our apartment and get our opinion.”
Carl had known Melina since high school when they used to date off and on. She was kind of sleazy, she had a low self-esteem, she was a titty dancer. I told Carl I was most definitely game as my cock partially hardened. The rest of the day expired, night fell, and late finally came. I was tired of waiting for Melina to show up and I knew it was too good to be true anyway so I went to bed. Before I knew it Carl was waking me up saying “she’s here…and she brought a friend”. I sprung out of bed and immediately looked in the mirror to make sure I didn’t look too asleep. I combed my fingers through my hair, threw on that day’s clothes, from the floor, and went into the living room. Carl had one of our new movies playing with the sound muted and Melina’s dance routine music playing.
Melina’s friend, who’s name, I don’t think I was ever told (we’ll call her “Naughty”), was hot. She was not beautiful, she was kind of dirty, sexy. She had a great body and a sexy face, but she was kind of stinky looking, which really made me want to fuck her dirty. She said “hi, you’re Darren right, I came to watch too”. Melina instructed us to all sit on the couch. When she got her tape to the right song she began her routine. She did the typical titty dance routine, pushing her ass out, rubbing her breasts, and looking at us with permissive eyes. After she gave her routine one go around and she received our approval she began giving us lap dances one by one. I was first. Melina stood over me, her nipples erect, and let her hair drape over my face and chest. I felt her soft tendrils against my skin and stared at her breasts and navel. My cock was bulging and she didn’t hesitate to make sure I knew she saw the tent that was forming on my pants. She moved to Carl then, giving him the same treatment. When everyone was paying attention to Melina’s lap dance for Carl, I began rubbing my cock through my pants. Melina lingered at Carl for a while really giving him the deluxe version.
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