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I had just graduated college in May of 1986 and was in the process of going on job interviews throughout California. I was twenty-three and had no real plan for my life. It took me six years to earn my degree as I had changed majors and universities after three years.I would have taken just about any job that was offered to me, except retail. I wanted a Monday through Friday, eight to five gig. My father had been working retail for thirty years, and I did not want to be perceived as following in his footsteps, nor was I keen on sporadic hours or working weekends.About twenty-five of my close friends stayed in Sacramento for the summer, so a group of us would get together several nights a week to party at one of our apartments or go out to some of the local college bars.Surprisingly, within two weeks I landed a sales job in the Los Angeles area with the world’s largest wine company. I’d be calling on chain grocery stores like Safeway, Vons, and Albertson’s. I was to start the Monday after July 4th. I spent the next two weeks finding an apartment in Orange County and started to plan for my move.The Thursday before I moved, the group planned a going away party for me at a chain Mexican food restaurant bar. This was a location we frequented often and was extremely popular with the college crowd. In total, about fifteen friends showed up and we partied late into the night. I spent Friday nursing a hangover and finished packing up the rest of my stuff. After lunch, I rented a U-Haul truck and started loading up my boxes, my bed, bike, etc. The only thing left in the apartment was my extra-long eight-foot couch, a hand-me-down from my parents three years prior. My plan was to sleep on the couch on Friday night, and then have my buddy Tim, who I talked into helping me move to LA, load it in the truck before we left in the morning.I was laying low on Friday night watching TV after dinner when the phone rang. When I answered, I heard a familiar voice, “Hi, John. Can I come over and say goodbye one last time?” It was Debbie.Debbie and I instantly connected when we met a few years earlier. şişli escort She had dated a fraternity brother of mine the two previous years, but in my senior year, they broke up but remained friends. She had always flirted with me, and I certainly thought she was cute. I would have loved to ask her out on a date, but I just could not because of “The Code,” where you don’t date a buddy’s ex. Debbie was of average height, had a nice small body, full tits, and a pretty face with shoulder-length dark brown hair.Twenty minutes after the phone call, there was a knock on the door, and I yelled, “Come in!” Debbie walked in carrying a six-pack of beer, an un-popped bag of microwave popcorn, and announced, “I thought we could watch a movie tonight.”We got settled on the couch and soon were arm in arm, watching the movie. As we were about thirty minutes into our movie, Debbie hit pause stopping the movie and asked, “How come you never asked me out?”“Yeah, the whole Steve thing. He’s a frat brother,” I said.“I get it,” Debbie said with the sound of disappointment.Trying to cheer her up, “You know, I think you’re super cute. And we have always flirted since day one. Just weird circumstances,” I told her.“So, if Steve never existed, you would have asked me out?” Debbie asked.“Hell yes! I would have been all over you!” I said enthusiastically.“Really?” she asked.Squeezing her towards me, I said, “And I mean all over you. I think you’re really cute!”“You do?” she said as we finally made eye contact as she turned towards me.The temperature was rising, as well as something in my Ocean Pacific shorts. “I do,” I said.Debbie twisted a bit, put her left hand behind my neck, and pulled my head towards her for a kiss. A soft lip kiss. And another. And then our tongues explored each other’s mouths.I pulled her on top of me as I lay down on the couch. Debbie instinctively straddled me in the cowgirl position as we began a hot and heavy make-out session. Soon, my hands made their way to her fabulous full boobs. This caused her to sigh, “Oh, yes.”I took this as a sign of encouragement, so mecidiyeköy escort I caressed her tits more and tried to pinch her nipples through her tank top and bra. “May I take off your shirt and bra?” I asked, like a true gentleman.Debbie instantly ripped off her shirt and unclasped her bra, releasing her milk melons. Looking back at it now, I believe Debbie had 34DD or possibly 36DD breasts. They were big and full. And on this evening, they were all mine! I instantly began kissing and licking her lovely jugs as she was grinding her pussy into my cock.“Let’s trade places,” I told her. As she lay down, I went straight to her shorts and unsnapped the waistband button, unzipped her shorts, and pulled them off her suntanned legs. There she lay, fully naked on my living room couch. And better yet, she had the look of lust in her deep brown eyes.“Take off your clothes,” she said. I stood up and tossed my tee on the floor. I unbuttoned my Ocean Pacific shorts and let them drop to the floor leaving me in just my small bikini-style briefs. “Damn, you have a great body, Johnny.” And she was right. I was six-two and 195 pounds with a thirty-six waist and a forty-eight chest. I was chiseled due to my training for triathlons. As I pulled down my briefs, my fat six inches jumped out and pointed towards the ceiling. Oh, to be twenty-three again.I joined Debbie on the couch, positioning myself between her legs. I resumed kissing her and slowly moved down her body. Her white boobs stood out against her golden-brown tanned skin. She had small areolas with tiny nipples. They reminded me of raisins, and they tasted just as sweet.As I licked and sucked on her full perky boobs, a hand went down to her pussy. I dug my way past her full hairy bush and found her slit. Debbie was so wet, making it easy to slide my finger up and down her folds. She began moaning and groaning as I played with her kitty. I knew I had to taste this woman, but the couch was not going to work well for a night full of adventure.“Let’s move into Dave’s room,” I said. Recall, my bed and frame were already loaded into the truck. Thankfully, my roommate had gone home for his brother’s high school graduation party that morning. “He has a queen bed.”“We’re going to fuck on Dave’s bed?” Debbie asked, giggling.“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” I said, not knowing what was going to happen during the night.We shared a laugh talking about us having sex on Dave’s bed as he was not a fan of Debbie, thinking she was a snotty sorority girl. She wasn’t, but she could be perceived that way since she was always dressed up in name-brand clothes, drove a really nice BMW, and we heard from Steve that her dad was very rich. After all, she was from the luxury gated East Bay area of Blackhawk. Many of the Oakland Raiders and A’s lived there, as well as the rich yuppies of the mid-1980s.Debbie became the aggressor in our new surroundings, stroking my cock, and moved to get between my legs. While holding my cock, she took the helmet into her mouth and gave it a little suck and a flick with her tongue. She then licked up and down my shaft several times before deepthroating my entire length, pressing her nose into my untamed and wild garden of pubic hair.I was moaning and telling her how good it felt, giving her encouragement in hopes that she’d continue with her wonderful oral skills. I finally asked, “Can I cum in your mouth?”Debbie briefly stopped, looked me in the eyes, and told me, “Please do.” And she went back to bobbing up and down on my girthy manhood.I was soon bucking my hips into her mouth, synchronizing my thrusts with her bobbing. “Oh, shit. Debbie, I’m going to blow soon,” I told her. She just mumbled something as she continued sucking me. “Play with my balls,” I asked her.She had one hand on my cock and now one on my balls, gently fondling my boys. Just that little touch to my sperm vault was the key to unlocking my orgasm. My nut sack tightened, and my legs shivered a tiny bit. “I’m going to cum!” I exclaimed. “Oh, fuck yes!” I yelled as I shot my hot streams of spunk into Debbie’s warm wet mouth. I looked down to see her looking right at me. She knew how I was feeling when she saw my giant grin.“Amazing! That was awesome, babe,” I told her.Debbie slowly released my still hard cock from her mouth and quickly swallowed my salty semen. “That was fun!” she said.
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