The Double Date That Didn't Endbybosombuddies©
I felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of them alone together. Not that I had anything to complain about—not with the prospect of Connor driving me home in a little while—but in spite of everything, I'd gradually started thinking of Shane as my date, not Tracy's. He was charming and romantic, whereas Connor seemed content to just be a goof. And, though my first impression of Shane had been that he was scarcely better than average-looking, each successive minute we spent together somehow seemed to transform him. The way he scrunched up his mouth before he laughed, the warmth in his eyes each time he smiled at me—it all just fit his personality so perfectly. By the time the boys left to go stow all those stuffed animals in their cars, I'd decided that Shane was actually one of the most beautiful men I'd ever met.
And in a couple hours, he'd be having sex with my best friend...
"Oh my god, Connor is such a hunk!" Tracy exclaimed, yanking me back into reality. "When he took off his jacket to swing the hammer at that thing—Whoo! It was like Thor the God of Hotness had descended from the heavens. How did you ever get lucky enough to land a man like that?"
I shrugged, "Our story isn't exactly a Nicholas Sparks novel, honey. Connor works for FedEx, and he drops off packages at my office every Tuesday. Last week, he asked me out. That pretty much brings us to the present."
Tracy let out a hungry moan to make sure I knew exactly what was on her mind. "Mmm! Sexy delivery guy. I wouldn't mind him delivering his package to ME every day, if you know what I mean."
"I'm fairly certain I do, yes."
She leaned in close, conspiring: "You have to tell me what you think of Shane. Isn't he cute?"
"At first, I didn't really think so, but—"
"But those EYES, right? I swear, he's like a sorcerer or something. The more time you look at him, the sexier he gets."
I giggled, nodding my agreement.
Tracy frowned a little bit and added, "I just wish he wasn't so... sweet."
"Sweet? Why wouldn't you want a guy to be sweet?"
"It just feels kind of cheesy, I don't know. Like, did he really have to buy me those flowers?"
"I love that he bought you flowers! It was romantic! Seriously, I wish Connor had done something like that for me."
Tracy's lips spread into a wicked smile. I stopped in my tracks, jabbing an accusing finger at her—
"Hang on a second, I know that face. That's your 'evil' face! What are you scheming at?"
"You'd get mad at me if I told you."
"Well now you REALLY have to fess up. Out with it!"
Tracy actually blushed—I could count on one hand the number of times THAT's happened—and she blurted out, "I was wondering if you'd be interested in switching dates."
My heart skipped a beat. The breath caught in my throat. I didn't know what to say.
"It was just an idea!" Tracy hurriedly insisted. "I don't wanna cause any drama. But can we at least agree that they're both really-super-good-looking and awesome guys? And you and Shane just seem to be more... Actually, you know what? Never mind. Forget I said anything."
"Me and Shane seem to be more what?" I whispered.
"More compatible. And I really like him, too—obviously—but I think Connor is just more my style. I feel like he gets me."
Switch dates? Is that actually what I wanted? I'd been looking forward to a night with Connor for so long—ever since I'd first laid eyes on him, really. Urgh! 26 years of life, and I meet both these guys on the same day? What are the chances? Why couldn't I have met one of them a year from now, AFTER I'd already had a chance to screw the other guy a few thousand times?
"They're not library books, Trace. We can't just 'trade' them back and forth whenever we feel like it. Besides, what makes you think they would even go for it?"
"Only one way to find out. What do you say? Would you rather go home with Connor or Shane? They're gonna be back any second, I wanna know what you think!"
This was such a bad idea. For all their tough-guy huffing and puffing, men are really sensitive when it comes to stuff like this. They don't want to feel interchangeable any more than we do. Even the horniest guys will lose their temper and storm off if you make them feel small.
I spotted our two sexy dates walking back towards us through the carnival. Shane smiled when he saw me, and my heart just melted. I felt tingly all over. Sorcerer, indeed. The idea of going home without him was too much to bear, even if it meant I'd have to skip out on ever seeing Connor naked.
"Let's do it," I breathed excitedly.
"Okay, it's ten minutes to midnight," I said to the others. "How do you guys want to celebrate Christmas?"
Ria held up the goldfish I'd won her and jokingly answered, "Not that I want to sound ungrateful or anything, but we should probably release Pete here back into the wild at some point."
"There's a creek over by the Tunnel of Love," Connor pointed out.
"Ooh, the Tunnel of Love. That sounds fun," Tracy cooed, snuggling up to my side. I couldn't help but notice that she was looking at Connor as she said it, instead of me.
"Yeah, what do you all say?" Connor asked. "One more ride before we all head home for the evening?" He wrapped his great big arms around Ria's tiny frame, and I fought back the urge to tell him to back off. He clearly had his eyes laser-focused on Tracy's chest.
Ria looked at me, conflicted, and said, "Actually—" But she lost her nerve and refused to finish the sentence. "Shane, what do you wanna do?" she asked instead.
I could feel the soft presence of Tracy's enormous bosom squeezing against my arm. DAMN, that woman was hot. I wanted her so badly...
But as I looked around at my three companions—each of us gazing longingly at the wrong person—I realized just how silly we were all behaving.
"I think the Tunnel of Love sounds awesome," I said. "But if it's okay with you guys, I wanna ride with Ria."
The group went silent. No one said a word as Ria and Tracy switched places, nervously taking the hand of each other's date. It was an awkward moment, to be sure, but it was also clearly what everybody wanted. As soon as we had traded, all four of us started grinning like idiots.
"Also, I'd rather we kept the goldfish," I added.
Given the strong smell of chlorine as we approached the Tunnel of Love, I figured that it had probably been a good call not to dump poor Pete in the water there. The weather was cold and the hour was late, so the ride was totally empty of other people when we arrived. Ria and I bid the other couple "Merry Christmas" as they climbed inside one of the ride's fiberglass swan-boats and disappeared into the tunnel.
Then it was our turn.
"I can't believe they have an actual Tunnel of Love here!" I laughed, gently lowering Ria into the boat.
"Seriously, I thought these things went out of fashion in the twenties!"
But I wasn't complaining. The seats were a lot roomier and more comfortable than I'd been expecting, and the elevated "wings" of the swan we were riding in did such a good job of concealing us from the outside world that we barely even needed the darkness of the tunnel to maintain privacy.
Once inside, the only illumination came from thousands of softly twinkling Christmas lights, lining the walls like festively-colored stars. Corny winter love songs blared out over tinny speakers to mask the sounds of lovers' stolen kisses.
I draped an arm around my beautiful companion, holding her close. She lifted her lips to my ear and whispered:
"So, how come you wanted to ride with me? Instead of Tracy?"
"You want the honest answer? I gotta warn you, it's gonna sound crazy."
"Go for it."
A thousand Christmas lights were reflected in those dark eyes of hers.
"I think I'm falling for you."
And then, to the immortally awful tune of "I'll Be Missing You Come Christmas" by the New Kids on the Block, she kissed me.
Pyrotechnics went off in my brain. Her lips were searing hot, pressing against me like naked flames. The winter air sizzled around us and I held close. Ria moaned, finally pulling away for a moment to catch her breath.
"I fucking love this song," she panted. Then she climbed onto my lap and kissed me again.
Beneath the soft fabric of my slacks, I was hard as iron. I wrapped arms around her slender waist and, after dreaming about it all night long, I dropped my hands to her nice, tight ass and gave it a nice, firm squeeze. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back in pleasure—presenting me with the feminine curve of her neck. I teasingly ran my tongue across the skin of her throat, and she muttered something in Spanish.
Slowly, one of Ria's hands slipped down off my shoulder, trailed down my chest, and, tentatively, reached between my legs to press down against the shape of my cock. Our eyes met again in the darkness—our lips crashed back together—and her gentle rubbing through my slacks became fierce and firm.
I promptly reached up beneath her shirt, cupping my palms beneath the delicate lace bra that supported her firm, young breasts—
Then the damn ride ended. We blinked into the lights of the carnival, frustrated beyond belief.
"Aw man! Just when things were getting interesting!" I whined.
Shane laughed and kissed me one last time. We looked up to see our two friends waiting for us off to the side.
"I take it you guys had a good time," Tracy grinned, nodding between Shane's legs.
I still had my hand down there. Quickly, I hopped off of him and did my best to get my pulse rate back down to normal as Connor helped me back onto solid ground.
"That was fun," Connor said. "I've never been on one of those things before."
Shane embarrassedly straightened out the bulge in his slacks before he got to his feet. "Yeah, it's fun, but it's way too short. I wish they'd just let us keep riding the thing, it's not like there's anybody else waiting in line here."
I looked over at the exhausted Mexican guy operating the ride—bored out of his mind—and an idea popped into my head.
"Hang on guys, I'll be right back."
I strolled over to him, thrusting out my chest and batting my eyelashes as best I could. This sort of thing was typically beneath me (and Tracy's way better at it than I am, anyway) but my experience serving hot wings at Hooters hadn't been for naught. By the time I quit, I'd gotten pretty good at convincing men to do what I wanted.
"Excuse me," I said.
The guy didn't even bother looking up from the magazine he was reading. "No English," he answered reflexively.
I couldn't help but laugh. If he'd taken the effort just to glance in my direction, he'd have seen dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes—I'm as Latin as they come.
I switched over to Spanish and politely asked if he wouldn't mind letting my friends and I stay on the ride for a little longer next time. Like, maybe, thirty or forty minutes?
He looked me up and down, uncertain.
"She'll flash you," I said, pointing over to Tracy and her gigantic boobs.
"En serio?" he asked.
Triumphant, I walked back over to my friends and told them that he'd agreed to let the boats stay in the tunnel for the next half hour or so. It would be a memorable Christmas, indeed.
"Wow, you go girl!" Tracy exclaimed. "How did you manage to convince him?"
"I'll tell you once the ride's over."
And I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when I did.
As our swan-boat drifted back into the twinkling lights of the tunnel, I wasted no time maneuvering myself back onto Shane's lap, anxious for more action.
"You know, you're pretty awesome," he said to me.
"You're pretty awesome yourself, cutie."
I leaned in to kiss him, but he held me back and looked at me with those stunning, one-in-a-million eyes of his.
"No, seriously. Christmas has been kind of a downer for me the past couple of years. This is a really nice change."
"I'm glad," I whispered.
Then his eyes turned playful, once again. "Good thing I asked your friend to go out with me. We might never have met."
"Yeah, good thing," I agreed. Then I grabbed him by the hair and shut him up with a kiss.
Shane was a REALLY good kisser. He wasn't afraid to be the man, but he knew when to back off and tease me a little. I could get used to kissing this guy. He lightly nipped at my lower lip, and I felt a shock of arousal zap through my body and down between my legs.
I leaned back and unzipped my coat, enjoying the way Shane's gaze dropped appreciatively to my breasts. My nipples were poking through my blouse, screaming for some attention—so he leaned forward and licked me through the fabric.
Oh yeah... I could get used to that, too.
Still holding onto his hair, I pulled Shane's head fiercely against my chest and rubbed my boobs back and forth across his face. He moaned loudly through the meat of my tit and then pushed me away, panting. Those beautiful eyes looked ravenously hungry.
"Take you fucking shirt off," he ordered.
I was only too happy to obey, getting an extra kick out of the way his pelvis lurched beneath me the moment he saw my sexy new bra. I'd spent the better part of a day trying to find the perfect one in preparation for my date with Connor, and I was more than happy with my purchase. It was peach-colored and totally sheer, with loads of cleavage spilling out the top. The dark buds of my nipples were plainly visible through it, even in the low light of the tunnel.
Shane couldn't keep his hands off me.
After a few minutes of being groped, I decided that my lover had WAY too many clothes on. I pulled his sweater and his shirt off of his body in one fell swoop, then started exploring his bare chest with my hands. He was in much better shape than I'd expected—a swimmer's build, if I had to guess—and I gave myself a few minutes to enjoy caressing the lean, defined musculature of his abs while he fondled my tits.
The firmness of Shane's erection dug into my crotch, and our hips slowly rocked together, dry-humping in the darkness. I felt Shane's hands on my back, searching desperately for the clasp of my bra—which unfortunately for him was in the front. I spared him the trouble and just undid the thing myself, letting it snap off to either side as my unrestrained boobs bounced into his field of vision.
"Fuck yes," he breathed, stuffing my tit in his mouth.
Jesus that felt good.
Just as had been promised, our boat came to a stop in the middle of the tunnel. The lights continued to twinkle romantically around us, but shutting down the motorized track had the unexpected side-effect of killing all the cheesy music, as well—
Meaning the only sounds in the tunnel were coming from the four of us.
Noisy kisses and ecstatic moans echoed off the walls. I recognized the sound of Connor's desperate, shuddering breaths, and realized with a hint of jealousy that our friends in the next swan over were getting to the good stuff a bit faster than we were.
"Aw yeah, suck it!" Connor cried out.
He was so shamelessly loud, it was hilarious, but I couldn't deny the fact that hearing the two of them go at it was getting me more aroused than ever. I pulled Shane's eager lips off my erect nipple and playfully whispered, "Sounds like a good idea to me."
My lover moaned as I kissed my way down his chest, outlining the definition in his abs with my tongue.
As I lowered my body between his legs, I felt my naked breasts glide along the shape of his erection. Shane reflexively bucked his hips up into my chest, so I decided to prolong the moment a bit more, slowly sliding the weight of my tits back and forth across his lap.
"Aah!" he moaned.
Shane couldn't wait any longer. With shaking hands, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, liberating his impressive cock into the night air. I delicately closed my hand around the shaft, briefly testing its firmness, then
I planted a big, wet kiss at the base. He throbbed with desire as I trailed my mouth up his rigid length, pressing the flat of my tongue against him as I went. When I finally reached the top, I relaxed my lips—hungry for him—and slipped the warm, smooth head of his cock into my mouth.
"Oh god..." he sighed.
For fun, I twisted my head to the side, feeling the shape of his cock as it stretched out the inside of my cheek.
After a few more licks, I pulled my mouth off of him and sat back—teasing his slick erection back and forth across my cleavage. The exquisite, almost pained look on Shane's face told me how close he was getting, and I couldn't bear the thought of extending his agony any longer.
"You can come, if you want," I whispered, flicking my tongue across his tip.
"Not—oh Jesus—Not yet."
Then he lifted me up—away from his pulsing erection—and stood me up on the bench beside him. My pants dropped to my ankles a second later, leaving Shane face-to-face with the soaked, sheer lace panties I had bought to match my new bra.
He yanked them down with his teeth.
Thinking quickly, Shane bundled up his discarded sweater and set it on the top of our swan as a makeshift pillow for me. When I sat on it, my legs hung down on either side of his face. Shane gripped my naked ass and playfully licked his way up the firm muscle of my inner thigh.
I definitely liked where this was going.
From my elevated vantage point, I could actually see down into the swan-boat in front of us, where Tracy and Connor were already fucking each other. My eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness of the tunnel that I had a clear view of Connor's broad, muscular back and the tops of Tracy's pale, bouncing breasts. She rode him hard, smothering his face with her enormous bosom.
Damn, those two looked hot. The sight of their frantic love-making was one of the sexiest things I'd ever witnessed—
But I forgot all about them the second Shane's talented tongue made contact with my criminally neglected pussy. The way he played with me—tugging at me with his lips, teasing and probing me with his tongue, perfectly satisfying my body's every unspoken urge—he was an artist. My insides melted like butter.
I leaned back, bracing my hands on the back of the swan—and let out a yelp as the freezing fiberglass made contact with my palms. Shane immediately backed away, worried he had somehow hurt me.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I laughed and explained, "Yeah, I just accidentally touched the boat. It's really cold."
"Maybe you should come back down here with me, where it's warm."
"Mmm, sounds good."
I hopped off the back of the swan and happily straddled Shane's lap once again—both of us completely naked, this time—luxuriating in the feel of his warm chest pressing against mine. We kissed again—hot and heavy—and I felt his hands slide down my back and over the firm globes of my ass. Apparently, he really liked my ass.
Shane moaned into my mouth as he squeezed, then he firmly pulled me forward, rubbing the rigid shaft of his penis against the soft fuzz of my pubic hair.
On shaky legs, I managed to raise myself up—lifting my body inch by inch—until I could feel the very tip of his cock pressing up into my cunt. I was so goddamn wet, it honestly took more effort to keep him from slipping in—but I wanted to prolong this moment for as long as I could...
"As long as I could" wound up being about four seconds. When I'd moved to position myself above him, I'd also inadvertently managed to shove my tits right back into Shane's face. His mouth enveloped my puffy, sensitive nipples, and I gave in. The muscles in my legs turned to jelly as I dropped down on him, all at once—taking him to the hilt—filling myself with that beautiful cock.
The twinkling Christmas lights in the tunnel became a blur. I tried looking into my lover's incredible eyes, but I was so light-headed with pleasure that everything was out of focus. The orgasmic screams of Tracy and Connor echoed all around us as Shane lifted me up the full length of his erection and then slammed me back down again.