Online Romance Group

I could hear Veronica, Ray, and Ferrah having a conversation somewhere behind me but my focus was on Stallion. His aroma filled my nostrils and his voice drifted to my ears. He was a mixture of powerful, manly cologne and raspy soul. I secretly wanted a

ll that inside me.

I took another drink and wondered if it was possible that I was already getting drunk. Had Ferrah slipped something in my drink? No, I just hadn’t eaten anything and the whiskey was so strong and I was so fucking horny.

That was the problem. I was fucking horny. God was I horny. I’d only been there a few minutes and I was already wanting to fuck one of the guys in the room. What was wrong with me?

Stallion’s hand gripped the back of my head as he pulled me closer to him. I reached for his face and felt the stubble on his cheek, rough like sandpaper. His lips touched mine, and even with this strong, succulent piece of meat waiting for me to devour it, I had my mind set on Mud. I imagined him as I parted Stallion’s lips with my tongue.

With one hand on Stallion’s head, I moved my other down between my legs and ran my nails over the fabric of my jeans. It tickled my clit and I sighed into Stallion’s mouth. He took that as a sign to kiss me harder.

I was about to turn around and really dive into him when three knocks sounded off in the distance.

“Oooh we have a new arrival,” sang Ferrah.

I pulled back from Stallion and moved towards the center of the bed, closer to Veronica and Ray who were busy talking. I didn’t mean to play hard to get but if Mud walked in I didn’t want to be owned by the hunky guy next to me.

“Baby Jane?” Stallion said. “What’s up, girl? Come here.”

I slid towards the sound of his voice and found the headboard. I sat with my back against it, next to him, and took his hand in mine.

“Let’s move a little slower,” I said. “At least until I’ve had a few drinks.”

“Nervous?” he asked as his hand stroked the side of my face.

“A little.”

Ferrah came back into the room.

“We have two more this time,” she said.

“This is fucking cool,” came a female voice that I knew belonged to Jennifer, the most free-spirited of the group. “I am so fucking horny too so this is gonna be hot.”

“Umm, hi guys,” came a second voice, this one much lower and shaky. He was nervous whoever he was. Sounded a bit timid.

I thought of who was missing. Of all the people who’d agreed to this, only BigGayHunk and Mud Studly were missing. That voice could not belong to Mud. He was sure to have a tough voice, a deep one maybe, with a cowboy twang. I’d know his voice when I heard it. I had to.

“I found him out in the parking lot,” Jennifer said. “He was just standing there with his hood over his face at the bottom of the stairs.”

“Aww,” Ferrah said. I guess it was Ferrah. “Were you too afraid to come up? Are you Mud or BigGayHunk?”

“Stan,” he replied. “BigGayHunk. I…umm…felt weird. I lied to you guys. The truth is, I’m not a model. I’m big and I’m gay but I’m not really a hunk.”

“Hunk’s in the eye of the beholder,” Ray said, and I thought that was the sweetest thing ever.

“So you ain’t really gonna be on no book covers?” Stallion asked.

I slapped his arm softly, reminding him not to be rude. Here I was outside the online group and still trying to keep things under control.

“Fraid not,” Stan replied.

“I figured that shit,” Stallion said. “But we all got secrets, brother. Come on in and grab a drink.”

“Yeah,” Stan started again. “I’m sorry I just…”

“Shut up,” Veronica shouted. I knew it was her because the voice came from the bed. “We’re in the dark. Nobody knows what you look like. Just have fun tonight. Have a drink and relax. I’m sitting over here with Goldenboy, Ray. Have a drink and sit with us.”

“So we’re gonna stay like this? In the dark?” Jennifer asked.