This is a slice of life story that I have incorporated into my work in progress, “Degrees of Adultery.”

First, some facts:  I started college when I was 16 and, when I started, I was relatively new to sex.  My best friend in college was a girl from a rich family in Austin who lived in a big house.  The concept of BIG in Texas is different from the concept of big in other states, and BIG in Austin is really BIG!  This girl’s house was probably 10,000 square feet and sat on several acres at the top of a hill.  The view, as well as the house, was spectacular.

Anyway, whenever her parents had parties, she would invite me to attend, most likely help her keep her sanity.  She more or less hated her parents but felt obliged to spend weekends at home.  After all, they paid the bills.

So, this one time I went to a party dressed in a black silk blouse, tight jeans and boots.  I got a lot of looks (especially from my friend’s father, but that’s another story) from a lot of guys in their late twenties and early thirties.  I was talking to two of them, two gorgeous guys, when I took a bite of a little cheese puff.  The puff crumbled, sending some flakes onto my blouse and inside my blouse.  I said, “Oops” and brushed the crumbs off my blouse (which, of course, made my boobs bounce and my nipples hard).  I then looked down my blouse, saw a crumb, slid my finger down between my boobs, pressed the crumb on the tip of my finger, held up my finger and said, “Anyone want this?”

One of the guys snorted, rolled his eyes, whispered to the other guy (I think he said jail bait) and left.  The other guy smiled, sucked my finger into his mouth and, after taking the crumb off it said, “The next time that happens, I’ll lick the crumbs off you.”

I smirked and said, “Oh yeah?”

He smirked and said, “Oh yeah!”

He picked up a cheese puff and his drink (a gin and tonic) and suggested we enjoy the view outside.

I was so excited my pussy was cramping!  I was desperate to be touched so I could come and, with the slightest touch, I would have.

Anyway, I followed him outside to a dark corner of the property.  Holding his drink in one hand and the puff in the other, he held it up to my lips.  A took a very, very sloppy bite, sending crumbs cascading all over the front of me.  The guy smiled and, true to his word, licked the crumbs off my blouse.  OMIGOD!  He squeezed his lips around my nipples, pressing the soft silk against them.  I was on the verge of passing out!

Then, his eyes sparkling and his smirk getting smirkier, he said, “I wonder if there’re any crumbs inside your blouse.”

Shaking, I said, “Why don’t you find out.”

This guy was dexterous!  He continued to hold his drink while, one excruciating button at a time, he opened my blouse.  I stared straight into his eyes, giving him an I dare you look.  He stared straight into mine while he slid his free hand over my right breast.  Then he shifted his drink to his other hand and slid that free hand over my left breast.  OMG again!  His hand was cold, so cold that I think I shivered. 

The guy, still staring into my eyes, whispered, “Was that cold?”

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“Well, then,” he said.  He lowered his head and sucked my boob into his mouth!  I was soooooooooooooooo close to saying fuck me, but something (common sense?) held me back.

Then he blew it.

His smirk smirkier than ever, he said, “I wonder how these titties (I hate that word) would taste with a little lemon on them.”  He took the lemon wedge from his drink and squeezed it, sending a spray of juice onto my chest.

Here’s the thing:  this was my game.  This was a situation I wanted to control.  I didn’t want lemon juice on my chest.  My immediate thought had nothing to do with sex, but more with the fear that the lemon juice would ruin my blouse.  I was not, like my friend, rich!

I snarled asshole, yanked my blouse closed and stormed away from the guy.  I’m pretty sure he had no idea what he had done.

Avoiding people as best I could, I made my way to a bathroom where I shrugged off my blouse, wet a face towel and started to clean up.  I did pause for a second to press my hand between my legs and massage my clit and, as I was doubled over and clinging to the countertop, a woman walked in.  I guess I should have locked the door.

Anyway, the woman was about five ten, about forty (I guess), blonde, gorgeous and topped off by enormous obviously fake boobs.

We stared at each other.

She smiled and said, “Y’all need some help, sugar?”

But that’s another story.