The Call Ch. 01: Introducing Frank

I think it took me a minute to realize Sal still had his hands on me and that it no longer simply looked like I was saying hi to friends but was in the arms of a lover. This made me imagine the best way to shake off the unwanted company and keep it that way.

"Sal, you're a genius!" I told him standing on my tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I am?" He said slightly confused at my beaming smile. Sal was a nice guy, if not the smartest tool in the tool box.

"And modest to boot!" I teased him. "Just follow my lead, boys!" I said dragging Sal by his hand to the table near the entrance. Well not so much dragging as leading him. I don't think I could ever have the physical ability to drag Sal anywhere unless I put wheels on him.

Taller than Frank at six foot four and over two hundred pounds of pure muscle, Sal is the largest guy I ever dated, at least when speaking about overall bodies. Attractive like all the guys I went to bed with -- I already admitted I can be rather superficial -- he had chocolate brown hair and light brown eyes. Like all construction guys I ever met, he had a permanent tan from working outside but his Italian blood made the tan lines less striking on him than on whiter guys.

"Steve!" I said joining my fellow student at the table, still holding on to Sal's warm hand like a life vest, though him rubbing his thumb over my palm brought to mind a different kind of wetness to drown in.

"I want you to meet my boyfriend, Sal."

"Nice to meet you, Stevie." Said Sal as 'Stevie' got up to shake his hand. I have feeling Steve was biting his tongue wanting to protest the diminutive used by my "boyfriend" to address him, but I guess he thought better of it when he noticed how Sal basically towered over him.

"I hope you don't mind if he and his friend Frank join us." I said glancing at the bar where Frank simply raised his beer in mock cheer. "He was supposed to only come pick me up in a couple of hours but they finished work early." I smiled innocently at Steve.

"Yeah, sure" said Steve, though the slight lines between his brows belied the waning smile he had plastered on his pale face.

"Cool! Let's take one of the tables in the back, they have booths and it's warmer there" I quickly said still holding on to Sal and gesturing to Frank to leave his stool at the bar to join us.

Thankfully, Sal did not need to be drawn a picture and took to his boyfriend role like a duck to water. Letting go of my hand as we slid inside one side of the half-moon booth with me on the inside and then snuggled in to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Frank got to the booth after us and so I was sandwiched between the two guys leaving Steve on the other edge of the table.

I barely remember the conversation while Steve was with us, Sal kept rubbing his thumb on the back of my neck, and would occasionally pretend the music was too loud and whisper whatever he was saying in my ear, taking the opportunity to nozzle my neck, rubbing his stubble on my increasingly sensitive skin.

After only two drinks, Steve made an excuse to leave and I was left with Frank and Sal. We had a couple more drinks and ordered some shooters. Frank left the table to flirt with a couple of blonde girls at the bar and Sal and I did few body shots. I was getting warmer all over but the amount of liquid I had imbibed had me excusing myself to the restroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror over the sink I noticed the flush of my cheeks going all the way up to my ears and down my neck. Splashing some water over my face I noticed my nipples poking through my dark burgundy button down cashmere sweater. My C cups breasts held up by a purple bra were displaying an increasingly reddening cleavage. The naughty girl in me undid a couple extra buttons making sure that the top of my lace bra showed and I tweaked my nipples, in part for my own pleasure but mostly to enhance their visibility through my shirt.

I don't know when during the evening I had made it my mission to tease and eventually fuck Sal, but the thought of it had me aching in a way I hadn't since Phil had left three months prior. So I didn't debate it much before deciding to take the plunge except I still decided to make a quick call to Jessica.

"What's up, V?"

"Hey, Jess! I'm at McQuibs with Frank and Sal getting a bit wasted, and I was thinking I was going to do something a bit crazy..." Jessica just started laughing at me.

"Oh, babe! I appreciate the heads up and whatnot but I really don't mind if you fuck Frank."

"No! Jess! That's not what I mean..."

"Seriously, Vic. I love you like a sister, or a cousin, whichever lets you get away with anything fun or depraved or fun and depraved. In any case, like I was saying, go and fuck the guy. He'll blow your mind, I promise. I'll just want the sexy download after, we can compare notes! I have to go, Chris is getting annoyed. I was in the middle of showing him my legendary oral skills. Bye!"

I was used to Jessica and her lack of filter, and to be honest, mine was lowered when I was around her, but even I was surprised at the cavalier manner she basically had pawned her ex on me. Which had me wondering about the possibility.

"There's just too many cocks to go around and not enough good sense in me right now to tackle them." I said to myself out loud. A little dazed I left the bathroom and went back to the booth, where Frank had a blonde girl from the bar join us at the table.

Sal got up so I could slide in to the booth, next to Frank and he sat back down on the edge. Again, between two strong hunks I thought about what Jess had said, and fucking Frank. I still wanted to have my way with Sal, but the thought of them both had me hot all over.

The girl Frank had picked up was hot in the standard bottled blonde way. I preferred Jessica's natural dark blonde hair and pouty lips. I bet her and Frank made a hot picture in bed.

It was not the first time my mind had strayed that way over the last few months since I had met Frank. Physically speaking, the couple was exceptionally attractive. She was all golden, always tanning, lean at five eight with firm large D cup breasts. She did not have much hips but that did not mean she did not know how to move to get the attention she wanted.

I told her many times that if I ever went gay, she would be my first stop to vagina town. Only problem was pussies were not my cup of tea. Anything from the waste up looked like fun, but the lower half scared me on other women. She would joke that with my shorter frame, at only five four, I was closer to her pussy than her breasts and that I would eventually learn what to do down there.

So the thought of her and Frank, rutting in bed... Well, that thought was hella hot. He had the perfect muscled body -- sharpened from work and not by too much weightlifting -- light brown hair and gold honey eyes. When I had met Frank I was so taken by Phil I never spent time thinking about how attractive he was, but with Jessica reminding me of how loud they could get in bed, I couldn't help but think of him as a man, and not as my best friend's ex.

Could I? Sleep with Frank? I would need a bit more alcohol, probably. For now, Sal was tempting enough, and a sure thing the way the evening was going.

Sal's hand slipped from my shoulder to my waste where it rested directly on my skin, my low rise jeans having lowered around my hips. His warm fingers tickling my sides and making my stomach muscles quiver. Oh, yeah! I thought. Sal would do the trick. At least for the night. I let out a little moan, which emboldened him as he started kissing my neck.

Across the table, the blonde was nuzzling Frank's neck, her hand under the table. I trailed my eyes up her arm, to her neck, then from her lips to Frank's chin and lips. Hmmmm! According to Jess, Frank had perfect motor control of his lips and tongue. Glancing up, I could see him looking at me, a smile hinting at the corner of his lips.

The intensity of his stare, his blatant pleasure, made me gasp which probably made Sal think whatever he was doing could go further, and so his arm went further down my waste inching into the side of my jeans, tickling the top of my underwear while his other hand came up from his side and rested a whisper from my breasts. The thought of his big manly tanned hands on my white flesh made me quiver.

Looking back at Frank, holding his stare as he still nursed his beer, both his hands on the table as the blonde kept doing all the work, I slowly wet my lips. And as he winked back at me, Sal finally tweaked my hard nipple through my sweater. The lurid nature of knowing Frank could see me getting turned on while I had a good looking man lavishing me with attention and kisses almost made me cum at the table.

My eyes lingering on Frank I turned my face to the side capturing Sal's mouth with my own, my hand lowering under the table to further push his hand down my pants while I opened my legs to give him better access.

Getting the hint, Sal quickly pushed his finger past the edge and went directly for skin, ignoring over the panty play. That made me groan, and I through my head back a bit, away from his lips and I looked back at Frank who had the evilest or sexiest grin I had seen.

"Victoria" groaned Sal. "You are so sexy. You have no idea how hard you make me" he whispered in my ear.

"Hmmm, Sal. How hard do I make you, baby?"

"Why don't you touch and see" he replied back while he found my nub and gently caressed it.

All care thrown to the wind, I turned back to Sal, kissing him deeply, my tongue tasting his while I slowly brought my hand down his chest, teasing him all the way down until I found the front of his pants.

"Oh, Sal. I think you have a BIG surprise for me, don't you?" I teased him, kissing him gently.

"It's a big and hard surprise, babe." He added while getting his hand deeper inside the front of my jeans and finding my wet opening with his fingers while his thumb kept playing me like a vibrato.

"Oh! Fuck!" I couldn't help but exclaim at the pleasure I felt. I grabbed his head and forced it to my neck where he kissed and sucked on my flesh. I turned and looked at Frank.

I don't know how long Sal and I had been kissing, but it was long enough for the blonde to have disappeared under the table. Though one of his hands had joined her, Frank's other hand was still on his beer, and though he looked down from time to time, his eyes were still on what was happening in front of him. On me being manhandled by his friend.

Making out in the back of a dark and loud bar while one of the hottest men I had ever met looked on while he was getting head was at the time one of the most erotic experiences of my short but enthusiastic sex life. As much as I wanted Sal to fuck me, part of me wanted to also please Frank. I had played with Phil, but with Frank I wondered how far it could go. Part of me wondered if he would be as firm as Phil had been. Calling me a slut and a whore. When a man not only makes you beg but basically commands you to beg, that's thrilling. At least to me it is. A man who knows how to be assertive and demanding... That man has me weak in the knees. Unfortunately, most men I've been with lack that quality.

He obviously enjoyed watching, so I brought the hand that was not rubbing Sal's hard on up my other breast and pinched a nipple.

Frank smiled at that and brought his pelvis forward under the table where I could only imagine he made the blonde take him deeper in her mouth.

This was hot. This was so hot I was burning all over. My cashmere sweater felt too hot. My bra too constricting. And my hand traveled to join Sal's on my breast where I pulled down my top by a few inches, making my nipples peak out over the top of my bra.

Sal lips left my neck and latched on to my hard nipple.

Frank now had both hands under the table, and I could see him undulating his hips while I heard some bumping from the underside of the booth. I imagined from the intensity of his eyes that the blonde might have been deep throating him, and so I started to rock my hips, giving further access to my dripping cunt to Sal's thick fingers.

How no one noticed what was going on, or complained to anyone, I don't know. Small mercies, and all, at the time it barely crossed my mind that we could get caught or what the consequences could be.

"Are you going to cum for me, V? Hmmmmm? Is your hot little cunny liking my big strong fingers? God baby, I am going to fuck you so hard tonight. Just cum for me, babe. Soak my fingers with your juices. I bet you're a hot fuck"

"Oh, fuck, Sal!" I whimpered while he upped the tempo and force as he was now basically ramming me with his fingers. He had at some point undone my zipper and looking down I could clearly see his fingers pushing in to me.

I looked back at Frank who was no longer grinning who leaning sideways could also see what Sal was doing to me with what I could only imagine was his "I am about to cum" face. He looked back up at me and keeping eye contact with him I brought my own finger down my pants, wetting it with my own spending and brought it up to my lips.

I sucked on my finger like I would a cock while Sal was still obsessively pawing and sucking on my nipples: "Oh, Sal. You make me so wet. Make me cum baby. Make me cum and we can leave and fuck properly." But every word was addressed to Frank. I was performing for him.

Oblivious, Sal redoubled his efforts and just as I was about to crest, Frank reached over grabbed my nipples and twisted while Sal sucked on my neck. I started cumming, writhing like a mad woman.

"Yes. Fuck, yes!" I mumbled trying not to scream.

"That's it, baby. God you're so tight when you cum. I can't wait to have my cock up your delicious cunny. You have me so hard I'll have trouble walking, I might just have to fuck you on the way to the apartment to relieve some of the pain."

Across the table, his hands quickly back under the table, I noticed Frank go still. His forehead had a bead of sweat about to run down his temple. I heard deep groaning under the table followed by slurping sounds. I remember later thinking how lucky he was not to leave a mess in his pants like I was sure to have done. The walk back to the apartment was going to be interesting.