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MISFIT
Sunday dawned with loud talking in the hallway, water rushing down pipes in the older structure. My eyes blinked. I felt warmth against my chest and popped one lid all the way open. All I saw was hair. SHIT! Then I remembered Andi. Other senses were awakening. One arm was draped about her stomach. My other one under her head. My thighs were folded up against hers. And my hard cock . . . uh, wait, . . . hard cock in a burning furnace. HUH?
I rudely pulled my arm from under her head, awakening Andi with a groan and an expletive. I leaned up on my practically numb elbow and looked over her. She turned her head toward me.
"Hey," Andi hissed out.
"Um, I'm still inside you," I offered, needing to pee like a race horse and very soon too!
"Hmmm, you feel wonderful," she sighed out, giving her ass a practiced squeeze, then dropping her head onto the pillow.
"I gotta pee . . . . . BAD!"
"Oh." Feeling a relaxing of her anus against my shaft and I pulled my waist back, unseating my dick from her.
Cold, uncomfortable cold enveloped my cock as I jumped up and trotted to the bathroom. Well, couldn't pee with a freakin' hard on so I started the shower. 'Yeah, clean up then pee,' I thought. Well, once my dick softened my super bloated bladder decided to pee in the shower. I couldn't stop it and went with it. Relief, so sweet relief! With my head back, me hissing my pleasure, I heard the shower curtain open swiftly.
I fumbled and turned toward the fiberglass wall, ass to the opening, my dick still sending a seemingly unending stream of pee out to mix with the pounding water from above.
"Can I shower with you?" Andi asked meekly.
"Er, sure. Your place," I grunted, trying to force out more pee quickly. Thank God I didn't fart. Sorry but necessary here.
Why is it so embarrassing to go to the bathroom in front of others? I mean, even among married people, doing toilet duty is usually private. I guess peeing is okay, but taking a dump? I felt her hand on my shoulder, turning me. I allowed her, sending my pee on her thigh, maybe hoping she wouldn't notice with all the water.
"Hmmm," Andi groaned out, feeling the warm water about her head and body. She turned to me, wiping her face of water and looked into my eyes, a slight grin about her lips. "You marking me?"
I froze, tensed, yet my dick still poured out my pee. I didn't know what to say.
"Consider me marked," Andi giggled, turned into the water again, reached for her shampoo and began to lather up her short hair.
I sighed as my pee slackened, dripped and stopped. Then my brain woke up and I had Andi naked in front of me. OH GOD! And Brian junior reacted. 'Traitor,' I thought. Once the head of my cock brushed against her slick thigh she turned her soapy head and smiled.
"Morning," Andi added, leaning in and up and brushed my lips with hers. I swallowed hard and grabbed the soap. I laid my hands on her fine body. Her shoulders were wide, boney yet seemed to fit her. Following down her chest and ribs to her thin waist, then over her barely flared hips and down to her small ass cheeks, giving them a soft squeeze. I heard her moan softly as she finished with her hair, ducking under the water to rinse.
"Your turn," Andi announced brightly, offering her shampoo to me. I numbly put out my palm and she squirted a huge dollop of the whitish liquid into my shaking it. Ass I whipped up a big froth I felt a bee line stinging on the back of my thigh. "And you are marked by me," Andi giggled, sending a huge gush of spray about me. This was a . . . girl that could truly pee epicly.
Finally with hair and body fully clean, we toweled off in front of each other. This I didn't mind. Why would I?
"God I'm hungry," Andi offered.
"Me too," I answered.
"Will you go with me?"
Like I needed to be asked.
The common was full, loud with conversation and clanking of silverware and plates. Jeez, the noise! I was slopping runny, over easy eggs into my mouth when Andi offered some information.
"You know that Brandi and I lost our virginities with each other, right?"
I spurted egg into my plate. "WHAT?" with napkin wiping my dripping chin.
"Look, Brandi and I have been friends for a long time. Since before High School. So when we hit the magic age of consent, well, we did the deed with each other."
"Um, what . . . . ." my eyes darting to my plate stupidly.
"She used a strap on with me and I used my hardware on her." How can she be so happy about that?
"Wow. I mean . . . . were you a real virgin?"
Andi giggled joyously about a mouthful of food. So cute! "Just so you know," she offered conspiratorially, "I stuffed things up my ass before her. But her plastic cock was so nice sliding in and out that I got addicted to it. And I did cum. What a mess."
My food was getting so cold as I listened and processed this personal information. Maybe too personal on the level we were at. Sure, we fucked, well, I fucked, but still . . . .
Then she said, "and Brandi has a nice girl cunt. She took me whole with little pain and loved it."
"H-holy crap," I offered, clearing my throat, trying to fork up some drippy food, failing miserably. "Wow, just wow."
"So we became secret fuck buddies. Sure, she dated and fucked other guys but always came to me on most weekends late at night so I could really give her something to feel."
She seemed proud of that.
I nodded, concentrating on my now ice cold food, forking some hash browns into my maw.
Then a thought came to me. "Um, did you . . . . ya know, like . . . er, . . . "
"Jack off?" she hissed across the table at me. I blushed and looked down at my now foul food again. "Yes Brian, I did that at least two or three times a day. Even when I knew Brandi was gonna come over."
My head shot up and looked into her pretty face. She smirked at me. "DUH!" Then she forked more food into her smiling mouth.
I couldn't do anything but nod. Hell, I did that, even more once I began to jelq.
"Now you. Tell me all about you Brian. I want warts and all."
Swallowing a mouthful of bland, now super unappetizing food, grabbed some milk, swallowed, and I cleared my throat. "Here? Now?"
"Why not?" Andi asked, looking around. There was no one at our table and the dB levels were pretty loud.
"Well, I was kinda small, ya know, down there."
"Really?" Andi asked, eyebrows arched up in surprise.
"I found out about jelqing on the internet so I started to do it."
"Wow. You'll have to tell me about that sometime."
I ignored her. 'Nice rebuff, hung honey.' "So I kept at it and this is me."
"Wait, did you . . . . . fuck (whispered) anybody in school?"
I couldn't lie. I wanted to but no. I wasn't a stud. "No, virgin until I came here. Erin," I offered softly.
"Oh."
"But, well, I like you. A lot."
Andi's smile seemed to get super wide. "And I like you too Brian."
My brain began to work and my mouth worked faster than the STOP button of my intelligence. "So you guys fucked a lot?"
I swear Andi's face blushed as she looked down at her near empty plate. Taking a deep breath she raised her head and stared into my eyes, her black pupils piercing my soul! "We fucked a lot."
I had nothing to do but be happy for her. "Wish I was you," I offered.
"You got nothing on me baby. You fuck just perfectly." She reached over the table and grasped my hand in hers, giving it a tight squeeze.
As we walked back to her apartment holding hands, Andi offered further information about the comical attempts the both of them tried to learn to fuck, etc. I was feeling good, laughing with her, and almost wanting to slap her up the side the head when talking about her cock not working right, her aim off, and the like.
She opened the door and we walked in. I locked the door and lead her to the couch.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Um, yeah?"
"I want a blow job while watching some football," I said, shyly. It was a dream of mine since way back.
Andi squeezed my hand reassuringly. Then she squeezed hard. "What game?"
I was at a loss. "Um, I dunno."
"Find the schedule and let me know. I gotta clean up."
"But we . . . . . "
As she waltzed to the bathroom her head came back over her shoulder, giving me the 'eye'. "Find the schedule!"
And that was it. She had GREAT sport channels through the cable. I wrote furiously on a piece of paper to get the NFL schedule. Then I wrote down the channel numbers.
She came out of the bathroom naked, rubbing her nipples and swaying those slim hips as she approached.
"Got it?"
"Um, here," I offered, handing her the list. She perused it quickly, then tossed it aside. "You get the first two games. Then . . . well, we'll see."
My mouth opened, closed and opened again.
With a forceful swat with a sting on my tush, sending me a few steps forward, Andi called out, "clean up honey."
I hit the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth and decided to pile my clothing on hers already on the floor. I looked at my image in the mirror. My face needed a shave. But I was gonna get a bj, right?
"Fuck it," I said and entered the apartment. Andi was already channel surfing. She got up off the couch and settled on a game. "You get this game and then Denver and the losers!"
"That's a long time."
"I plan on edging you so horribly," blinking her eyes, flirting like.
"Huh? Edging?"
"Trust me Brian, you will love it. Then during my game, you have to stay hard in my ass the entire game."
Spidee sense went up lightening fast. I held up a hand and stepped back. "You're scaring me now Andi. You sound like Erin."
I turned toward the bathroom to maybe grab some clothing and maybe escape when I felt Andi grab my hand, pulling me toward her. "I'm kidding Brian."
I shook my head trying to get my balance. "THAT isn't kidding. That was STUPID." My voice boomed about the small space.
"I'm sorry Brian," she said, dropping my hand and looking at the wood floor. "Look," she offered. "Brandi likes to be, well, controlled."
"Well I DON'T. I got THAT with Erin. Can we just drop all the fucking playing and be REAL?"
She flung herself at me and hugged hard, her bullet nipples bored into my chest. I finally wrapped my arms about her as my cock began to rise.
Playfully I shoved Andi at the couch. Then I growled, "Get going!" I sat and she got between my legs, spreading them and practically swallowed my rising cock. My GOD!
I groaned deeply. What else could I do?
Let the games began.