Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Pam: That's so cool. So cool.

Me: Pete really liked that. I had never heard another person make a sound so appreciative before in my life. I was instantly hooked on that noise. I started to really kiss it. I kissed it all over, nibbling and letting my lips open slightly so the wetness from my mouth met his dick. In doing so my tongue also made contact a little.

Pam: I love it when my guy makes noise.

Me: Your guy?

Pam: When I have a guy. I'm between guys right now.

Me: Single is good. Between guys. Ever done that?

Pam: It's on my bucket list.

Me: Me too – except with girls.

So in the story my tongue has just touched it.

I discovered that this wasn't bad either. I opened more so I could take a little 'bite'. Again he made that fantastic noise I loved. It drove me right over the edge into a full on dick slurping frenzy.

Pam: You're gonna turn me on if you keep talking like that.

Me: I hope so. (Chuckling)

But Pete, he was definitely turned on. Pete really started to moan now. Both his hands were gently resting on my head. His hips were writhing around and his cock grew to its full length. It was so much thicker than mine. I would also guess it was about eight inches long, which is longer than mine but not by that much. Just an inch. The strange thing was that it never got super hard.

(Pam's breath was ragged at this point)

He wrestled my head up so he could place the tip at the entrance to my mouth. Gladly I engulfed it. I tried to plunge the whole thing into my mouth but it was dry and wouldn't go in too far. Adding spit I worked a little more into me.

Pam: Ya gotta have spit. Or chocolate syrup.

Me: I only had spit. But the syrup thing sounds fun. And bobbing my head I tried again to see how far down I could go. About half way seemed to be the limit. He was thrusting back into my mouth matching his thrusts with my bobs. It felt kinda nice to be working as a team.

The hand on the back of my neck took on a new urgency grasping me tighter while the hand on top of my head took a tight hold too. He started to use both hands to force my head up and down with a quicker and quicker pace.

Pam: I know where this is going. The eternal question.

Me: That is?

Pam: Spit or swallow.

Me: (Andrew was taking a drink just then. Pam's answer caught him so off guard he spit out his sip laughing) Oh, crap, I'm sorry. Did I get any on you?

Pam: No big deal.

That's what they all say – but only for facials. When I swallow they just say "Wow."

Me: You're amazing!!

Pam: That's not amazing. What's amazing is when I spit. I like to spit it all over my chest and rub it around.

Me: You're right. You're not amazing. You're the most interesting girl in the world.

Pam: Excellent! I've stolen the title. But don't you dare fuckin' stop the story now!

Me: That's not all you've stolen…

Ok, ok the story…

We had been doing it with him between my lips for maybe a minute now. My time was up. I could quit, but didn't want to. I should have stopped so he didn't think I was a fag. I wasn't. I just liked my friend and it turned me on to suck his fascinating cock.

I thought I should say something to save face. Then he would just persuade me to keep going like he always did when he wanted his way, but if he made me do it then it would be on him, not me.

Pam: You never need to save face with me. I wanna see that someday. Besides for as often as I embarrass myself who am I to judge when a person needs to save face?

Me: You've still got the title.

So we're in the car…

I pulled off the end but as soon as Pete realized I was going to stop his grasp got super tight. He pushed me back on and wouldn't let me up or off, which was fine by me.

He fucked my mouth now making those amazing noises that made me never want to end it. Not that it had been any more than a total of like two minutes.

I loved his big cock in my mouth and couldn't get enough. I imagined that If pussy eating was going to be this good then I was going to spend my life eating both pussy and cock.

Pam: Just when you think a story couldn't get any fucking hotter. I can really imagine him giving you a face-fucking. But about that pussy eating…?

Me: Oh yea, it's great too! And I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself.

You're sure you're a Librarian? (Pam nods)

So – in the car…

The only warning I had that he was going to cum was when with one big final push he said, "Oh, Terry you're the best." His hips lifted up off the car seat and he dumped a load on the back of my tongue. It gushed out and his cock did finally get hard like mine. It pulsed a number of times then he was done, but not before rewarding me with a loud growling vocalization to beat all others. I don't know if it was more moan or grunt but it made it all worth it.

Pam: (Grinning conspiratorially) What did you like best, the cock or the cum?

Me: I told you. The noises.

Pam: Then you're gonna looove me. I can't stay quiet.

Me: Apparently not – just kidding. I'm liking your interruptions.

Pam: You better! Oh hey, isn't this story supposed to help us figure out where we know each other from? It's a fantastic story but you're failing badly.

Me: I'm getting there. Wait.

In the car, I sat up wiping my mouth with the back of my hand gulping down his thick cum noisily at the same time. I didn't want to look at his face.

Though if he was going to think any worse of me I would remind him that it was his idea and that he made me. I would remind him that I had to do it – dice rolled and all.

His head was tossed back and his eyes were closed. Instead of seeing any condemning looks from Pete what I found was far more horrifying.

Pam: Horrifying? What? What? Police?

Me: There standing outside the drivers door of the car stood my dream girl and the girl Anna. Their eyes were fixed intently on what we had done.

But they didn't condemn me either. The prettier girl was tweaking Anna's nipple under her shirt and bra and had her other hand shoved down Anna's pants, finger banging her like there was no tomorrow.

The lusty look on the girls faces was a hundred times better than any sound Pete had made.

Pam: Amazing!

Me: I choked out an involuntary stifled scream. Pete's eyes sprung open and seeing the two girls there he gunned the engine so we jolted forward, dirt and grass flying everywhere.

In the weeks after that Pete convinced me to suck him a few more times until he started dating Terry. Then I saw less of him and they got married within a year.

Pete got a job at the mill and I got a great job as a plumber. But don't you dare knock it, I make two hundred K a year with my little company which is probably three times what Pete and Terry make together.

Time went by. Terry got pregnant and I never saw either of the two girls that rocked my world that night. How could I? I only knew their first names.

Pam: Right, Anna and…, you never named the other one.

Me: Right. But I think you know her name.

Pam: I didn't go to your school, remember? I'm from Riverside.

Me: Oooo Kaay. I'll go on. You sure? You like solving mysteries, right?

Pam: There's more? And yes. I'm usually really good at it.

Me: Yep, there's a little more. I thought you'd have it by now. But the rest should def do it.

Pam: Or you're still bad at giving clues.

Me: Pete and I kept in touch, getting together every once in a while.

One day Pete called me up and they had me over for steak on the grill. It wasn't unusual for the two of us to hang out, just not normally the three of us.

After dinner Terry slapped the green and blue dice on the table from so long ago and said, "Let's play One Up."

Pam: Crazy batshit!

Me: We were shocked. My first worry was that Terry knew. I feared Pete had told her?

I looked at Pete's face but he wasn't spilling our secret either.

Terry said sweet as molasses, "Wouldn't you like another chance to get me to blow you?"

Pete dropped his beer but then said it was fine by him, but only if that's the way the dice played out.

Pam: No? Terry and Pete? I never would've guessed he could share. He seemed so…possessive. Of course I've only just met him.

Me: He added that since she had gotten pregnant they had been doing a ton of blowjobs and Terry had become really good. She could even deep throat.

I didn't tell Terry that I remembered Pete's thick log in my mouth and couldn't imagine anyone deep throating it.

I asked Terry what brought this on after all this time. Terry said an old friend had connected with her on Facebook and it had reminded her of the game.

Pete and I froze. Now we were both wondering if she knew.

Pam: That's me! I'm the old friend and I just reconnected with Terry on Facebook.

Me: I asked her who it was. She told me that one night after a late party she went out to IHOP with you, had written her name and number on the back of the receipt, that you had kept it in an old scrapbook, and recently looked her up.

Pam: So you were at IHOP that night. Your crappy job was as a waiter?

Me: Nope.

Terry went on, handing us two more beers as she was talking, "If we play the game we'll have fun. You guys will definitely get blowjobs," She smiled right at me and licked her lips. "maybe even from me."

She definitely knew!

Pete smirked nervously, "Yea, but what's in it for me? I get blowjobs all the time. I'm even a little sick of blowjobs now that you're pregnant."

Terry thought for a second. "If Andrew wins, he gets one of my amazing blowjobs and you, you get to fuck my ass at the same time. But!…But if either of you has to blow the other, then I get to watch you both blow each other. Deal?"

Pam: (Laughing) That's hilarious; better than a rimmy.

Me: Pete asked Terry, "You wanna watch us do that?"

She answered coyly, "Hell yea, A little bird told me it's real hot to watch two guys."

Pam: Me again. I told her that. I'm the bird.

Me: Her talk was making me nervous. If this kept up, all our secrets would be out in the open.

I picked up the chart of dares that came with the game, as a distraction. It was the same old paper from that time, beer stain and all.

I looked it over to see what else could happen, when I noticed something strange. "Hey, there's like a ten percent chance one of us guys will lose and have to give a BJ – or more." I looked even closer, then at Terry. "And there's only like a one in thirty-six chance you will."

Terry answered, "You're doing the math wrong. Actually it's a two in seven chance one of you guys will lose and a one in one-thousand-two-hundred-ninety-six chance I will lose; one thirty-sixth times one thirty-sixth.

But if you don't play then it's a zero chance I'll blow you (She looked at me) and a zero chance (she looked at Pete) you'll get my ass."

Pete answered for both of us, "You always were a math nerd. But we'll do it."

Pam: Smart man: playing the slimmest but only odds. And tail beats heads anyday.

Me: But I said, "Wait. No I won't. That's not good enough."

Pam: Well you weren't promised any tail. Though based on what you told me about Pete I'm not sure I'd ever promise him my tail.

Me: Next Terry said to me, "Then, if you win, I'll introduce you to my old friend. (Pam pointed to herself) The one who reminded me of the game. (Pam looked confused) The girl you had the hots for. You know, she liked you then, she still does. Even if you're just a foggy memory. You could have her. She only remembers tiny fragments of that night. She definitely remembers that she really likes you, she remembers that you obviously liked her, and she remembers one other little thing…" (Pam continued to be confused)

Pam: We've met? What night? Enough! Tell me.

Me: Yes we have. That's what I'm trying to tell you.

I negotiated for a better deal. Everyone in the room knew what I did, what did I have to lose now?

But I had one very big thing to gain. "You have to introduce me to her whether I win or not. And you have to promise that she really does like me. That you're not fooling me."

Terry promised that she would, and she promised that her friend liked me so much we would absolutely get together. I practically shouted that I would take the deal.

Pam: How would she know I would like you? Not that I don't. It's just… When did we meet?

Me: I'll tell you in a sec.

Of course we lost and had to blow each other. But not before I felt her up. Terry wouldn't let us change any of the items on the list. It was no big deal for me, Terry's pretty, but not my style, and I had blown Pete before.

Pete honored the terms when it was his turn and Terry got super turned on watching. She made noises just like Pete makes which made it all worth it.

And that, Pam, is the reason Terry invited you here tonight, the reason I pulled you aside to remind you about all the details of that night.

Because you were the girl of my dreams and you still are. Unless you were a whole lot drunker than I thought, and forgot a whole lot more, I'm betting my story refreshed your memory about why you liked me in the first place.

Do you remember any more now? The blue and green dice? That Anna from my story is the same Anna you knew? The BJ you saw through Pete's car window?

Pam: Um, could be? I went to a few parties with Anna. There usually wasn't any alcohol, except the one party at Anna's brother's friend's house. I got really wasted. It was my first time drinking. I don't remember any game. I do remember liking a boy, but his name was Andy. I never saw him again. But why would Pete's car be there? I just don't remember. You knew Anna?

Me: I think you are about to remember. Let it happen.

(Right then and right on cue Terry called to us that she had more drinks in the other room. We went into Terry and Pete's den. There was a card table in there with the dice and drinks set up.)

Pam: Hey! The blue and green dice. I, I think I remember… but that would mean Anna was at both parties, no, it was one party. But then… your dream girl is…Your name…Drew…Andrew…Andy. You're…him?

Me: Pam, I liked you that first night and I would like to get to know you again to see if maybe there is still something in you that wants to find out too. Do you wanna play a game with us while we get reacquainted? Same rules.

(Pam took hold of my hand and we sat down next to each other at the card table.)

Pam: Did I really have my hand down Anna's pants?

Me: Sure as shit. You're the one that kissed her too.

Oh boy. (Seriously) I think, I think that's why she was freaked out. She said some odd things after that party. Then I never saw her again. (A little angrily) How come half the fun shit ruins so much?

Me: You didn't ruin anything for me. And I bet now that you know you can fix it with Anna.

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