The Stripper Sex Chronicles - Part Two

Warning:  This story series will contain scenes of a sexual nature. If this offends you, please don't continue reading it.

She did wear a bikini while mowing her lawn; a yellow one.  Her name was Debbie. She had long, dark brown hair and she was addicted to working out. It showed.  Debbie was married to Bob, a local high school football coach.  He was a six-foot four-inch muscle with a gruff voice and a crushing handshake. 

Debbie and Bob came right over and introduced themselves with a tray of cookies and an invitation to a barbecue.  We got to know the neighbors all right away.  There were cookouts and beers in the front yards daily. Everyone was most interested in Dylan right from the outset because every time he'd ride up on his Harley there was a different girl riding behind him on the seat.  He wasn't discriminatory:  blonds, brunettes, redheads were all seen riding that motorcycle. 

“Doesn't Dylan getting tired of all these different girls,” Gretchen from down the street asked me one day.  She had a little catering business and her husband drove a tool truck. 

“He doesn't seem to.” 

“I think he should find a nice girl and settle down,” she said with a nod. 

“He's in love with this girl named Misty.  At least that's what he claims,” I said. 

“What's she like?”

“To tell you the truth, Gretchen, I've never met her.  But he talks about her all the time, even when these other girls are around.”

“That sounds like an excuse to me.  He's imagined a relationship to block any others from starting.” 

Gretchen might've been on to something.

That Friday Dylan came roaring up with Cindy.  She was this strangely attractive girl who came into the math lab nearly everyday but only to be around Dylan.  If anyone else offered to help her with her work she'd refuse and when Dylan wasn't working she'd peek in and then leave.  Cindy was short with big boobs and a lopsided smile.  It was cute.  She wore these thick glasses and between them and her long curly hair the smile was the only part of her face left to see.  She was also a returning student, which meant she wasn't right out of high school, and in fact she had a couple of children.  I'd put her at our age, Dylan and mine, since both of us had spent time in the military and living some life before returning to school. 

As far as I could tell, other than some harmless flirting and his eye-contact winking, he wasn't that interested in Cindy.  She was up to his standards of young beauties and with the baggage of a failing or failed marriage and kids it seemed out of character for Dylan. 

And it was out of character.  She'd been the only girl around and had begged her way into a motorcycle ride.  Once at our place we all kind of migrated to the local cookout and drank beers, smoked pot, and listened to music until it was much too late and I was much too drunk. 

“Where's Dylan,” Cindy asked me sometime past midnight. 

I hadn't seen him and I told her so.  The party was winding down and I was gathering up cooler and lawn chairs to stumble home. 

“Shit, how am I supposed to get home?” she asked. 

“I'm sorry, but I'm in no condition to drive.  You can crash at our place.” 

“You don't mind?” 

“Not at all. Hell, Dylan will probably be home before morning,” I said then I tripped over the curb and spilled the cooler.  Cindy helped me gather the rest of the beer and put it back in and then she carried the cooler for me while I wrestled lawn chairs like they were a tentacled beast. 

Once inside she said, “I'll just stay on the couch.” 

That sounded good to me and I got her a blanket and pillow from the hall closet.  Then I went to my room and passed out – for a while.  I say for a while because in the middle of the night I woke up with an erection, a hand on my cock, and lips on my neck. 

“Umm,” I started. 

“Shhh.  I didn't want to be in the living room when Dylan brought some whore home to fuck,” Cindy said.  “That'd be awkward.”

“But you don't have to,” I started again.

“It's just sex and I'm horny.”

She moved down my body and took my erection in her mouth.  This was my first experience being second choice for one of Dylan's groupies.  I was liking it and it didn't take very long for me to cum.  Cindy kept blowing me and I got hard again soon and then she climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her.

She was wild and loud.  We fucked in several positions – her on top, me on top, facing each other and doggie style – for a half hour before I came again.  Then we collapsed in the dark. 

Dylan came home and he wasn't alone.  We both heard them go into his room and start fooling around.  This excited Cindy and she pulled me off the bed and knelt in front of me, sucking me to hardness again.  She climbed up me and we did it standing up against the wall, thump, thump, thump. She wanted Dylan to hear what he was missing.  She orgasmed several times, sex and revenge is satisfying. 

Cindy was gone before I woke up.  I saw Dylan's blonde in the kitchen that morning. She looked good in his flannel shirt and when she saw me she gave me a knowing smile and a wink that said everything about what they could hear the night before. 

That week in the math lab I saw Cindy. 

“I thought maybe we could go out sometime.  To dinner or something,” I said.

“That won't work.  I'm going to go back to my husband.”

“Oh.  Okay.”

“But sometimes I'd like to stop by and get some of what I got last weekend.  If that's okay?” she asked.

“Yes.  That's okay with me.”

Comments

[Cherise]

That's awesome. :)

[a rose is a rose]

i'm still waiting for where he got the dough for the fatboy.

oh and i think i was a neighbor of debbie and bob. and i knew dylan too. only his name was tommy........

you may have inspired me to write a tale about my friend cosmos. he's long gone now. well his mind is

baby got back rick. dang boy

[The Angry Young Man]

"Debbie and Bob came right over and introduced themselves with a tray of cookies and an invitation to a barbecue."

This is like my worst nightmare...

[Cele]

Damn.