Goodbye Cheri, part two

We went back over to the bar. The Manhattans that Brian made were almost as stiff as he was, and I was feeling it a little. After he served us- another round for Cheri and I, a beer for Garrett- he gave us a wink and went over with a damp bar towel to take care of the table. And the wall.
"I'm going to miss you, Cheri," I said. I'd said it before, and I hoped I said it enough. It was true. She was my best friend, and she was moving to San Francisco.
She put her head on my shoulder. "You'll come visit. I'll come visit."
"You'll come, alright," said Garrett. When Cheri and I lived together he would come over and they would smoke weed. She'd make dinner, and we'd sit around and watch documentaries on Cheri's laptop. He was handsome, a year or two older than us, and from Cheri's hometown on the East Coast. His type was firmly of the nubile-sporty-young girl, so it never crossed my mind he might be interested in either of us.
Until that night.
"I think I might take him home for one last dance around his huge May Pole," said Cheri, sipping her Manhattan. She looked pointedly at Brian, who was bending over the table. I was a bit disappointed, having looked forward to one last slumber party with Cheri.
Either way, it was my cue to cut out of there, so after I finished my drink, I got up. Garrett did too. The bar was closing in a few minutes anyway. We set our glasses down, and Garrett and I gave Cheri a big hug and a kiss.
"Call me as soon as you get there safely," I said. I put on my coat and walked on out of the bar. I was definitely tipsy, but not drunk. I was mostly sleepy, and not looking forward to a ride back. Garrett offered to let me sleep at his place and drive me home in the morning, on his way to work.
I yawned. "That sounds good."
"Come on then, miss," he said, offering me his arm.
He had a sweet little apartment, part of a complex built in the 1950s with a courtyard. It was a two bedroom, and his roommate was in the other one. His roommate was weird, so I was uncertain about sleeping on the couch, but Garrett had a king and he offered me half.
"I do fart in my sleep," he said, as a warning. "Or so I've heard."
"Maybe they're all liars," I said, sitting down on the edge and taking off my heels. I was excited about the way this was going. I doubted it was innocent. Garrett turned off the light and we undressed in the dark. I hung my dress over the back of his chair, and found a t-shirt. Behind me, I heard the creak of the bed, and Garrett clearing his throat as he got in.
"Fluffy pillow or flat?" he said, as I pulled the covers over me. His hand brushed against my back as he scooted the flat pillow to my side of the bed. "Is that my t-shirt? I hope it's not the my come-rag one."
"Gross," I said, and laughed, punching his shoulder, just so I could touch him again. Then I turned my back to him. I really was tired, too tired to make a move, although I wanted to. He pulled me close. "Is this ok?" he asked. I told him yes, and he began feeling up the front of the shirt. "I'm just trying to figure out what t-shirt it is."
His hands found my breasts, feeling first over the t-shirt, rubbing my rapidly swelling nipples. He gave my neck exploratory kisses. A moment later, he slipped his hand under the shirt and grasped my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, pulling them, lavishing all sort of attentions on them. His right hand dug between my waist and the bed, sliding down my hip bone and right to the edge of my panties.
I kept perfectly motionless, getting off on the sensation of being molested in my sleep. At some point, I expected him to flip me over and kiss me on the mouth. His hand slid over my shaved mons, index finger pressing into my slot. My clit was already swelling, Garrett's slow movements only made it stiffer. He played with it slowly and lightly.
It was close to two in the morning by that time, and I was exhausted. I've always been a morning person, and my brain was shutting down from tiredness. Garrett's erotic manipulations gave the feeling that I was in some hot, wet dream. I ground my ass against his now-hard cock. It pressed up against his belly, and he wedged it between my ass cheeks.
Still, he worked my nipples, pulling them now, giving each of my tits equal attention. A few times he dug his thumbnail in, just hard enough to make all my blood flow to my pussy at the sudden sweet, sharp pain. My whole pelvic area felt tight, and then Garrett slid his fingers down into my gash. It was sopping. He worked two digits in and out of my messy hole.
I reached down and hooked thumb into the edge of my panties, twisting out of them. Garrett stopping touching me for long enough to pull his briefs down, and I felt the hard, fleshy heat of a big cock. It stuck on my soft ass. The tip was slobbering enough to leave a damp trail down my right cheek as he slid its blunt head between my legs.
We humped for a few minutes, the friction of his cock thrusting between his legs bringing me closer and closer to coming. He had a hold on my hips, and the shaft jammed in and out, my pussy lips and clit clinging to it for dear life, drooling thick creamy juice. A few times, his bell end nosed upwards to the entrance, and he pushed it past again at the last minute.
Finally, Garrett let go of my hip and actually pushed my clitoris down so it touched his penis, sticking to it in his motions, and it drove me over the edge.
"I'm coming," I whispered, my body jerking, my whole pussy areas tightening, and then releasing. "Ohhhhh. Ahhhhh. Ohhhhh."
Then came that hot sensation, the wet sensation of my pussy exploding. Garrett didn't give me a chance to relax, he grabbed my hair and pushed my face into the pillow. My body followed, and I could tell he wanted me from behind, but when I tried to get on my knees, he pressed my hips back down into the soft mattress.
"Like this," he said. "Oh, please."
He heaved his body onto mine, and finally he thrust his fat thing into my tunnel. He groaned loudly and long as it buried its fat red head, rooting around in my wet inside. He was so strong, lifting and sliding his body on top of mine, his chest mashed against my back as he fucked me. I was being pressed into the bed, violated, and it was driving me towards another explosion.
His cock seemed to touch every inch of my pussy, exploring my slick folds and engorged clit, sliding back and forth, back and forth. At the same time, my body lay helpless. Because of the way I lay, I literally couldn't move, every sensation was concentrated on my lower body.
"Where do you want me to come?" he whispered, and that did it. My hips began to shake uncontrollably, and Garrett sped up.
"I want you to come all over my ass," I said. "Come for me, come all over my big ass."
At the same time that I pumped out another wave of wetness, he pulled out, slapping his dong between my butt cheeks, pressing my throbbing clit hard into the sheets. He grunted and stilled, and felt a warm sensation as he glazed my buns, each spurt filling the air with the sweet smell of come.
"Oh my god," he said, rolling off me. "That felt good."
I knelt, and he helped me to pull the t-shirt off and wipe down my back.
"Now it's the come-rag one," I whispered, and he laughed, wrapping his arms around me, and we fell asleep that way.

Anyway, I hope that doesn't ruin our friendship. I know Cheri always had the hots for Garrett, so she'll be jealous he fucked me, but not for long. I think I may start working on a story for a contest. It would be good to take a break from the novel, but the end is in sight as far as that goes, and I may totally finish it first and then let it sit for a month before I edit.

Goodbye Cheri, part one

Cheri left town yesterday, and I'll get to that in a bit. I suppose it's a good thing, really. She can be such a distraction. When I was working on my novel and she'd call me up, or just stop by and the rest of the day would be shot. I don't mind slagging her because she knows I love it, and anyway, she's reading it (Hi Cheri!). This blog's partly for her, to keep her up on my adventures.
It was cold, but all the snow was gone, so it was no problem getting an Uber over to Cheri's place. It wasn't going to be a late night for her, since she had to hit the road so early the next day. She suggested we go for a drink, so we walked to her local bar, the one we'd been to a million times before, picking up men. Before I bought my house, I lived with her for a year or so, and it was our regular.
Don't get me wrong, I get plenty of guys looking at me, but not like Cheri. She's tall and willowy, with long blonde hair that she sometimes has dyed a very ethereal and natural shade of red, and has these big blue eyes and insanely long legs, an innocent face, a filthy mind.
Ryan was behind the bar. It was slow, for a Friday. The lights were low, rain was coming down on the windows and there was constant traffic on the street outside. It was cozy and soothing. Cheri and Bran dated for awhile. They broke up because he wanted to get serious and marry her, and she wasn't interested. They're friends now, though. According to Cheri, Bran had one of the biggest dicks she'd ever seen, and she's kind of the expert.
"Are you leaving Saturday?" Brian asked. He came from behind the bar and gave us each a big hug.
"I thought I'd get a head start, I'm leaving tomorrow," said Cheri. "Boxes are in the van."
Brian's not Cheri's usual flavor. He's Goth, and skinny, which is what makes his cock such a shock. I saw it once. One night I went to my bedroom to write, leaving the two of them in the living room.
I was distracted for a half an hour or so, working on a story. Without thinking, I opened my door to get a glass of water. They didn't hear me. Cheri was lying down on the couch, facing away from me, and Brian was standing over her, naked. His cock was only half hard, but it dangled down like a third, stunted leg. He rubbed the head against her tits, her rosy nipples sticking straight up from arousal.
As I took a quiet step back, he looked up and saw me, standing there, watching. There was a moment of intense eye contact, and his thing began to quickly inflate to its full size. The head was well bigger than the shaft, a total red plum that swelled to purple. I was so turned on, watching him stab my best friend's tits with his huge cock. Cheri caught it in her hand, and I saw her working the pre-cum over the head. They spoke for a moment, but I couldn't hear.
He slid that big cock into her mouth, working it all over her wet lips. Cheri still had her trademark white cotton panties on, and I watched her free hand digging around down there, masturbating as she tried to suck Brian's enormous cock. His eyes met mine for a second, and his motions increased. Then Cherie grabbed his cock from her mouth, and sat up. I could tell they were going to fuck. That was when we first lived together, before we knew each other all that well, and I retreated back into my room before she could see me.
When Brian hugged her in the bar last night, we looked at each other again, and I could see the outline of his cock grow. Cheri reached down and grabbed it, gave it a quick squeeze, and then he went back behind the bar. There was an old man playing video poker in the corner, and some young couple in the corner.
Brian made us the usual Manhattans dividing the shaker between two glasses. "I'll have to make 'em one at a time now for you, Bunny. You'll still come in, right?"
"Of course," I said, even though I live on the other side of town now. A group of people came in, so we moved to a booth. The old man playing video poker left, and so did the couple. Cheri and I talked about her plans. She's moving to San Francisco for a change of scene. She'd better come visit. A lot. She's a fantastic visual artist, making abstract figures out of clay.
By the time everyone left the bar, it was about eleven.
"Is Garrett coming?" I asked. Cheri wasn't sure. They had lunch earlier in the day, and that was probably their goodbye. Brian came up to the booth, polishing a pint glass. He had turned off the neon 'OPEN' sign. When the bar gets slow, they'll close early on weeknights.
"I can think of something else I'd like to see you polish," said Cheri, grabbing the front of his black pants again. Brian was almost instantly hard. "Take it out. You want to make me happy, don't you?"
Brian's eyes were glassy.
"Don't make me mad," said Cheri. "Take your cock out now, show Bunny your trick."
"Yes ma'am," said Brian. He glanced towards the door, and unzipped his fly. He had on cotton boxers underneath, and the front of his pants just sort of burst open. I squeezed my thighs together, as he laid his cock on the table. He glances towards the door again, but the situation was too tempting. His thing lay there, pale, covered with blue veins. It was thicker than his forearm. I'd never seen it close up. He lifted his balls from the front of his pants.
"That's a good boy," said Cheri, as he placed his cock on top of his balls, which he put on the table. His nuts were big and full looking, covered with wispy, light hairs. Cheri leaned forward, chin resting on her hand. I was working my pussy muscles, totally excited by the giant cock lying in front of me like Thanksgiving dinner.
Slowly at first, he began to rub against the table. It was just a slight motion, and the table was more in contact with his balls. His breathing was slow and even. He let out a slight moan. I contracted my pussy muscles every time he gave a thrust.
"Does that feel good, Brian?" said Cheri, looking up at his face. "Does it feel good to do a performance for me again? Do you like doing this in front of my friend?"
Brian moaned.
"I bet. Look at you, working that big cock. Is that how you do it, you pervert? I bet you do this alone all the time, when you're closing the bar. It's different when you have two hot chicks watching, though. Your cock is so hard right now while we watch you jerk off. No hands, even, just that thrusting against the edge of the table. I bet the cool surface feels so good on your hot, full balls. I can't wait until you unload on the table. Are you going to do that for us, Brian?"
"Oh yeah," he said, softly, thrusting a little harder. The edge of the table banged against the wall now. The enormous cockhead was rubbing on the laminate, the already sticky bar table. I could feel the gusset of my panties were soaking now. I could feel my pussy throbbing. I was so close to having an orgasm. 

"Well, I want to see him come," said Cheri. Brian's cock continued to move steadily, the thick blue veins swelling up, twisting around his shaft. "Do you want to see Brian come, Bunny?"
His cockhead was now purple, and was so swollen it looked painful. His breathing was rapid and shallow.
"Brian," I said. "You filthy masturbater. This is so gross. I bet you're going to come any second, aren't you? I bet you're going to spray your load all over this bar table, right between us. Your balls are just full of come, churning in your sac. I want you to blow it all over, right in-"   
I didn't finish. Brian stopped, suddenly.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned. The first jet of come made it all the way across the table, a white streak of thick jism shooting out from his rock hard cock. The next went totally to the left, falling on the vinyl booth seat.
"Get that thing under control," Cheri said, and laughed. There were two more little spurts, and then it was over, his cock giving a few final throbs. Brian let out a big sigh. Cheri and I both applauded. He tried to look nonchalant, and then grinned. He tucked his cock back in his pants, and zipped up. My pussy ached, unfulfilled. Cheri looked feverish.
The bell on the bar door jingled.
"Don't let me ruin your good time," said Garrett. He pulled off his canvas jacket. Cheri got up. She suggested that we all go sit at the bar.
"This table's kind of sticky," she said. Garrett rolled his eyes.

I've got to go get some 'real' writing done, but that wasn't the end of the night. I'll finish that next week.