“Are you panting?” The voice is accusatory and familiar.
“Beth!” I screech, falling to my bed in exasperation.
“I guess you’ve been having fun without me,” she jokes.
“Gosh, I thought you were this guy I just met.”
“Oooh, a hot guy? Tell me all about it.” She oozes with curiosity, and I’m shocked by how much I want to tell her.
Still so new in my mind, it all feels like a dream, and I need to run it by someone to hear just how crazy it was.
“Okay, so I’ve been staying to myself, pretty much just alone in the room,” I admit.
“Maggie, you promised not to do that,” Beth reminds me.
“Well, that’s not the point. Today my cleaning lady tricked me into going out. There’s so many couples and old people, I didn’t really like it solo. Anyways, I went and I wore that black la
cy dress you gave me – which you may not want back after this story,” I warn her, walking over to the minibar I’ve avoided, deciding this story is worth an exorbitantly overpriced drink.
“This just gets juicer and juicer. Let me pour a glass of wine,” Beth smirks.
I laugh to myself at our mirrored reactions. Even miles away, we’re still so similar in our ways. While what I did tonight was out of character for me, I have to wonder how shocking it will be to my best friend, especially after her recent admission that she can get a little wild in the bedroom.
“So, we’re flirting at the bar, having a few drinks,” I continue before she interrupts me.
“What’d he look like?”
“Hot. Super hot. Muscular with tattoos, handsome face, dominating in every sense of the word.” I shake my head as my eyes close remembering Adam.
“I love tattoos,” she swoons.
“Yeah, it was everything.”
“Dominating how?” Beth asks.
“His first words to me were, ‘sit here,’ when I was walking by the bar. He got all in my face daring me to reject him, then ordered my drink once I sat down. His hands were all over me; it was crazy,” I clarify.
“Oh God,” she quietly gasps.
“Then, he just announces we’re going to the dance floor, and I went!” I screech, knowing how out of my character this was.
“Go, Maggie! Seize the moment!” she encourages with a yelp.
“He was all over me, Beth! His hands were up under my dress, pinching my nipples, touching my sex!”
The more I retell the story, the more unbelievable it becomes. I’d completely lost myself to him, let go of all my prudish ways, and indulged my sexual desires. It was incredible to just be free for the first time, forgetting what he would think of me, and just doing what I wanted.
Adam was so dominating, I didn’t even have to do much, which was perfect. All I needed was to allow him to take over and have his way with me.
My pussy throbs replaying the scenario as I recount the night to Beth. Her oohs and ahhs let me know she more than approves, and at times I am almost certain she envies me for the night, a feeling that is quite foreign.
“Okay, so why are you on the phone with me, and not sucking his cock right now?” she blurts out when I finish.
“Beth!” I scream in shock.
“I’m serious. Justin never made you come like that. You would’ve told me. If I were you, I’d be on both knees thanking that man right now,” she explains, and I laugh out loud at the brashness of my best friend.
Besides, his dick was way too big for me to take down my throat. Giving head had never been my forte, so I’d need a few lessons, and a lot of practice before I could handle a man as big as Adam.