E-Beth Ch. 01

And two, for some reason he was coming straight for me.

"Well, fancy running into you ladies tonight," Grant said magnanimously. How the hell did he make me feel like he was talking directly to me?

"It's the closest bar to the office," I shrugged and looked away, drinking my beer and fixing my attention on Paula, the fourth member of our Sex and the City-esque group. I didn't need a distraction like Grant around. He was just another handsome, charming, and flirtatious man. If I just ignored him for a while he'd zero in on some other hot, single girl soon enough. Maybe he'd even focus on one of the other girls with me. Audrey had her wedding ring, but that didn't always stop a guy. Stella had a boyfriend, though she wasn't above some friendly flirting. And Paula was a bottle-blonde knockout in her own right, and single to boot.

"Maybe, maybe," Grant conceded. "But that doesn't make us any less pleased to find you. Would you ladies mind if we joined you?"

"Of course! There's plenty of room!" Stella quickly chirped and gestured to the open table beside us.

Inwardly, I groaned as Grant nodded appreciatively and motioned for his guys to sit. The section of the pub we were in had a long, booth-style bench seat running the length of the wall, with multiple tables for four arranged in front of it. Stella and Audrey were in the two chairs while Paula and I sat on the bench seat. One of the marketing guys who knew Paula went around to sit next to her and chat about legal stuff, since she was from our Contracts Department. And only then did I realize that a devastatingly handsome man was about to sit right by my side.

"Hello again. E-Beth, right?" Grant said in that smoky voice from about ten inches away.

I winced inside. I should never have told him my nickname. Keeping things more formal would have been much better for my plan not to start anything remotely resembling a relationship with this man. I turned to reply and caught his gaze dropping momentarily down to my breasts, feeling a little sexual thrill shoot through me as he did so. And uncontrollably, I flashed him an inviting smile and replied, "Right. You remembered."

"Hard to forget such a unique name for such a unique girl."

My eyes narrowed, and I tamped down on my sexual thrill. Ooh, trying to flatter me already? We'd just barely met. Well, I'd long ago figured out that the fastest way to kill a conversation was not to participate in one. I simply gave Grant a little smile and turned back to my beer, willing myself to calm down. Yeah, he was *exactly* my type. Yeah, he turned me on just looking at him. But yeah, I had resolved to myself not to turn into an air-headed bimbo around smooth-talking, predatory guys anymore.

Stella, on the other hand... "So how was your first day, Grant?"

He flashed a perfect smile full of pearly white teeth to Stella. "Illuminating. And I have to admit I'm pleasantly surprised. I wouldn't have expected a stuffy, boring chemical company to have so many... friendly... people." And then his gaze slid back over to me, steadily and confidently looking deep into my eyes as if he could transmit sexual arousal telepathically.

The word Grant used was 'friendly', but the innuendo in his voice implied something else. And at the same time, his eyes once again yo-yoed down to my tits almost imperceptibly. I had to be watching for it to notice, and the heat of his brief gaze set fire to my loins. I was getting turned on, and I didn't want to be. I was starting to regret wearing this shirt. "'Stuffy, boring chemical company'?" I smirked at Grant. "Not much of a marketing genius, are you?"

He barked a laugh and smiled radiantly at me. "Stuffy and boring is your reputation on the street. That's what I'm here to change. But I'm full of hope. You certainly aren't stuffy and boring, are you, E-Beth?"

"Tonight I am," I said somewhat gruffly and looked away, raising my beer mug to my lips.

"You'll have to forgive, E-Beth," Audrey put in. "She just dumped her boyfriend this morning."

"Audrey!" I hissed, glaring at my so-called friend. Exactly why would she be telling a complete stranger my life history?

The married brunette hiccupped and gave me a goofy grin. Oh, that's why. She's already drunk. And when Audrey gets drunk, she goes straight into matchmaker-mode. She might be settled down and married, but she hooked up with other guys vicariously through us.

"My sincere apologies on behalf of the entire male race," Grant said generously. "But I will admit to being pleased that morons like your ex-boyfriend are sending more extraordinary women, like you, back into the dating population."

Extraordinary? Again, the guy barely knew me. But as we settled in and ordered a few more rounds of drinks, that lack of familiarity certainly seemed to be something Grant wanted to change.

****

It didn't really hit me that I was single again until I got home. Whether I liked it or not, Grant's flirting at Monahan's had stirred the horny, sexual creature inside of me. Guys get turned on by naked skin, cute giggling, and lots of eye contact. They're like buttons that have defined, unavoidable reactions when pressed. Well, *I* get turned on by husky voices, perfect smiles, and lots of eye contact. Grant had been doing all three with quite a bit of focus on me, and I couldn't help but become aroused.

But now I was home. I was drunk. I was horny. And I no longer had a boyfriend to come take care of the problem for me.

Fucking Chad. Why did he have to turn out to be such a loser asshole? Not only did he cost me my boyfriend, but he cost me Melissa, too. Yeah, she turned out to be a skanky bitch in the end, too; but *fuck* she could eat pussy.

At least I had little Davie.

Feeling thickheaded, I managed to strip off my clothes, leaving them wherever they happened to fall. I was 100% single now. There was no one else coming to my condo who would care what dirty laundry was on the floor. In the shower, I had to brace myself against the wall lest I fall over. This was always a weird and yet pleasant sensation, feeling drunk and dizzy and wet and naked and horny. My skin was crawling and the sensation of warm, wet pulses splattering against my big tits made my nipples stand up despite the heat. And they weren't about to go down once I started lathering myself with soap, running my hands all over my nude, curvaceous body.

Afterward, I took my time drying off, perhaps spending a little too much time on my breasts and between my legs. It was only 8pm, but I dressed in my pajamas and crawled alone into bed. And from my bedside table, I then pulled out little Davie.

"Hi, there. Remember me?" I asked my vibrator. He hadn't gotten much use lately. The last time little Davie had come out to play, I was using him to fuck my pussy while Chad was behind me, filling my tight ass with his big dick. But since then, I'd had Melissa around to double-team me when I really needed it. And as much as I enjoyed little Davie, there's simply no replacement for a live human being.

So as I slid little Davie beneath the waistband of my pajama pants and put him to work, I laid back and thought about the live human beings in my life. Chad was history. He'd been a fun, if inconsiderate, boyfriend. But I was very good at erasing men from my thoughts and I would never again fantasize about him. Melissa, either.

Then there was Grant. I wondered if he had a nice cock. I wondered how it would taste as I orally pleasured him, and how it would feel throbbing on top of my clit. I groaned and shifted little Davie into a better position, sliding him lightly along the crevasse of my labia.

I wondered how Grant's dick would feel stretching my tight cunny.

But I didn't *want* to think about Grant. The LAST thing I needed after Chad was to fall for another guy. I needed a break. I needed some E-Beth time to collect myself before jumping into any new relationships. And even if this was just a fantasy, to be fantasizing about Grant now would only make it harder for me to ignore him tomorrow and in the future.

So I switched to fantasizing about my favorite two people in the world: David and Amber. David: my first boyfriend, my first lover, and all-around greatest guy in the world. I'd always felt a spark of chemistry with him but never a spark of love. But he was both sexy and strong and dependable. And he could make me orgasm like no one else.

And Amber: gorgeous blonde goddess, my college roommate, and David's fiancée. We'd spent many, *many* long hours rubbing our naked bodies together over the years. She'd been my first Sapphic lover, the one who taught me the pleasures of the female body. She had a wickedly good tongue. And she would be my best friend forever.

I imagined lying flat on my back, my ass at the edge of the bed. David would stand between my thighs, holding my legs and undulating his body back and forth, his ab muscles rippling as he sawed his thick cock in and out of my willing body. I would have Amber kneeling over my face, letting me shoot my tongue up into her sweet-tasting pussy while my hands reached up to squeeze and caress her glorious breasts, perhaps the only pair of tits even better than mine.

It was about then that I wondered: *Why the fuck am I HERE? Why don't I just go visit them for the weekend and actually FEEL David's thick cock splitting me open and actually TASTE Amber's sweet pussy?*

So it was decided, I would go get the real thing. I wasn't in a relationship anymore. It was only an hour's flight away to the old college town. And my two best friends would always have room for me in their bed.

Sighing, I pulled little Davie out of my pants and licked him clean. Sure, I was still drunk and horny; but now that I had a plan to get well and truly laid, self-pleasure just wasn't going to cut it. I would wait. The waiting would just make the real thing *that* much more satisfying.

I reached out to my bedside table to grab my phone and call Amber. My hand flailed out, flailed again without finding it, and I finally turned my head to look.

No cell phone. Oh yeah, I'd destroyed it this morning.

Rolling my eyes and wrinkling my nose in annoyance, I sighed and looked at the clock. It was way too late to go out and get a new phone at this hour. I didn't have a landline (Who *does* these days?) And I didn't even have the energy to open my MacBook and send an email.

Oh, well. I exhaled slowly as my heavy eyelids drooped and the inky blackness of sleep started to creep around the edges of my consciousness. David and Amber would just have to be surprised when I showed up tomorrow morning. They always did love my surprise visits.

****

I stood on the doorstep of a neat suburban home, admiring the grass lawn and bay window in front of the living room. It was impossible sometimes not to feel jealous of my best friends. Amber was my age, only 25, and David a year older, but they seemed to have their lives so completely put together. They'd each found their soulmate and were getting married in two months. They were scoping out real estate and planning to buy a permanent house right after the wedding. They had stable, high-paying jobs. And there were even matching BMWs parked in the garage of their rental place. Plus, I was sure their babies would soon be on their way. Heck, David already had little Ellie with Cherys a few months ago, and Amber was certainly hoping to get knocked up during the honeymoon.

I, on the other hand, had yet to hold down a boyfriend for more than a year. I'd been cheated on three times by losers I should have recognized from the beginning. And I had absolutely no idea how to find Mr. Right so that I could settle down and start a family.

I couldn't help but feel that this could have been my life. David was my boyfriend first, and he was totally in love with me. Well, he said he was totally in love with me; I think we both knew he was still hung up on his dead girlfriend at the time. Still, it might have been *me* instead of Amber.

But I couldn't begrudge my friends their happiness. David wasn't "the one" for me and I knew my guy was still out there somewhere. And besides, I wasn't even sure I *wanted* to settle down and start a family.

Still... It would be nice to know that I'd found someone I could truly depend on...

But anyway, that was a long-standing wish. I was still only 25 and I had plenty of time to figure out my life. Right now, I just wanted to be with my friends and get properly laid. Nobody answered right away, but just as I was reaching to ring the doorbell a third time, the door popped open and David stood before me. "E-Beth!" the 6'1", ruggedly handsome young man greeted me warmly. Wearing a bathrobe over plaid pajama pants, he opened his arms for a big hug.

Gleefully, I exclaimed, "Surprise!" And then I jumped into his arms.

Lifting me easily, David spun me around and then set me back onto my feet on the expensive wood flooring in their foyer. He kicked the door closed behind him and grinned. "What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I grinned, jutting my hip out and thrusting my chest forward. David's eyes obediently dropped down to my tits, his irises lighting up. I'd endured the cab driver ogling me in the V-neck I'd chosen to wear specifically to watch David's face as he visually feasted on my breasts. He'd always been obsessed with my tits. Back in the day, when I was still a sexual novice, my poor blowjob skills weren't always up to the task. But letting him fuck my tits ALWAYS ended with happy smiles and a face covered in cum.

"Yes, it's obvious," he answered my chest. But then he picked his eyes up and smiled at me warmly, holding onto my waist. And despite the obvious booty-call nature of my visit, he could still tell that something was bothering me.

"It's a long story," I answered the unspoken question in his eyes. "Kind of spur-of-the-moment. I just decided to hop a plane and visit you guys."

"Didn't even call?"

"I broke my phone when I threw it at Chad." I pressed myself back against his chest, inhaling deeply. And that's when I finally caught the scent.

David smelled like sex.

I tilted my head up and a saucy grin spread across my face. "Did I catch you two at a bad moment?"

"Not at all," Amber answered from the hallway. She was wearing a red silk robe that contoured around her curves, making it quite clear she was completely naked beneath it. "I think you arrived just in time."

****

I could have been jealous of Amber. After all, while *I* would never be mistaken for a supermodel, she easily could. Amber was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with an absolutely incredible figure. Standing four inches taller than me at 5'10", she nevertheless weighed about as much as I did, with a tiny waist and a perfect complexion. Plus, she was marrying David.

But I was never jealous of her. When we first met, *I* had David, and her obvious jealousy of me let our relationship as friends and roommates flourish despite the obvious disparity in our raw attractiveness. And now that we were the best of friends -- and occasional lovers -- her exquisite loveliness just made it that much more exciting to have sex with her.

Besides, she and David were currently making my fantasy come true. I was lying flat on my back, my ass at the edge of the bed while David stood between my thighs. Holding my legs, he hooked my calves over his shoulders and began leaning in, pressing the thick mushroom head of his cock into my body while I gasped in excitement at the penetration. And I moaned happily as he pushed his way deep inside me.

At the same time, Amber was kneeling over my face, letting me shoot my tongue up into her sweet-tasting pussy while my hands reached up to squeeze and caress her glorious 32D breasts, so perky and firm. Plus, I got a bonus: Amber still had David's previous load of cum inside her, and I eagerly began lapping it out.

"Mmm, I missed you E-Beth..." Amber sighed. "Nobody knows how to eat me quite like you... Eep!"

Amber giggled and twisted around to glance at her fiancé. David had reached around to pinch one of her nipples, a mock annoyed expression on his face. And the gorgeous blonde rolled her eyes. "Different but equal, honey."

David just chuckled and focused on fucking me. I showed my appreciation by crossing my ankles behind his neck and tugging him into me. "Oh, fuck me, David..." I cooed into Amber's crotch.

And David complied. He was quite the stud, regularly satisfying three hot babes, including his own sister. I'd only recently been clued into THAT particular delicious bit of information. But the point was that he certainly knew how to induce pleasure in a woman's body. I mean, it was as if his cock had the skillful dexterity of a hand, and right now he was hitting all my pleasure spots right when he needed to.

"Oh, shit!" I grunted when he started rubbing his dickhead against my G-spot. I tensed my stomach muscles and really started humping my hips against him. I didn't do a hundred ab crunches every day for nothing. And my hard work was paying off as lightning bolts of pleasure were rapid-fire shooting up my spine.

"Fuck me, David! Harder! Fuck me!" I mumbled, gripping tighter onto Amber's thighs. With her pussy smothering me, I'm sure it came out more like, "Fkmm, dbd! Hddb! Fkmmee!"

He got the message anyways. The strong stud picked up the pace, drilling himself in and out of my clenching cunt faster and faster and faster, sending my mind into a dizzy orbit while I felt the explosion of a powerful orgasm building inside me.

Meanwhile, my spastic mumbling into Amber's crotch was not lost on her. Even when I wasn't trying to tell David to fuck me harder, my lips were in constant motion as I bobbed and weaved around my best friend's labia, teasing every sensitive nerve and licking up and down her slit until I finally just wrapped my tongue around her clit and sucked hard.

"Aaaahhh!!!" Amber threw her head back and yelled out her climax, dumping a load of girl-honey onto my face as she jerked and shuddered on top of me. I gripped her thighs even tighter to hold on for the ride and felt David's cock boring down on me right about the same time. And then it was my turn.

"Mmmpphhh!!!" I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut and feeling the glorious, heavenly release of tension throughout my entire body as the orgasm exploded inside me. My hips bucked up to meet David's next thrust. My left hand slid around to cup Amber's asscheek. And I pulled my head away from her crotch to exhale as a blissful peace settled over my body.

And then I felt it. Hot, wet, and powerful, David was jetting his cum into my body, splattering my inner walls with his thick cock cream. My lower body shuddered as a second, smaller orgasm quickly overtook me. And I giggled happily as I felt my first ever boyfriend, the man who'd taken my virginity so long ago, filled me up once again.

I was right: Waiting made the real thing MUCH more satisfying.

****

David came out of the kitchen and handed me a frosted mug, this time filled with a strawberry smoothie instead of beer. He also handed one to Amber before settling himself into the armchair.

On the couch, I was using Amber as a backrest, with my head pillowed on her bosom as she stroked my hair soothingly. I took a sip of the smoothie and then set my head back down, exhaling slowly. "Shouldn't I be feeling something? Anger? Sadness? Right now I just feel... nothing..."

"Stage One denial," David pointed out. "Even if you claim not to feel anything, obviously you're feeling *something* since you flew out here."

"And we're always here for you," Amber stroked my head again.

I sighed contentedly and snuggled tighter into Amber's embrace. This was why I'd come. David, in typical guy fashion, would analyze the situation and help me think rationally. Amber, in typical girl fashion, would be emotionally supportive. And today I needed both.