I knew Julie (my cute little Filipina friend) had something on her mind – I had gotten several hints over the past few weeks – but I wasn’t sure how far she’d be willing to go. We were planning to go out to a few bars that evening, and she invited me for a pre-drink at her appartment.
Julie lived on a little side street off main campus, and I showed up at around five-thirty on a snow-blown day. It was winter and already dark. I rang the doorbell and had to wait for a few minutes before she finally buzzed me in. I climbed the stairs to the 5th floor – no elevator, real high-class – and I was very surprised to see that her friend Cynthia was already there.
Julie’s appartment was a little bachelor studio, so there wasn’t much room to lie around except on the bed and a little love-seat right next to it . My cock involuntarily twitched in my pants at the sight of this gorgeous short-haired blond sprawled – albeit fully dressed – on the bed. I could see the outline of her gorgeous heavy tits even through the sweater she was wearing. Julie’s hair looked like she had just come out of the shower.
“Hey Cynthia – good seeing you!”
“You too Marty, thanks for joining us!”
I kissed Julie on the cheek as I walked in. “What’s up” I whispered in her hear, “I thought it was just you and I.”
“It was, she just showed up”, then louder “Marty! Did you bring booze?”
“I sure did, I just hope to have enough for three!” In fact I knew I did, as I had brought a 40oz of Vodka and some mixers. That was more than enough to get all of us completely sloshed.
I removed my boots and coat, and sat on the love-seat with Julie, while Cynthia remained on the bed. We made small talk about school, life and where we were going to go party tonight while I mixed us some drink. After about half and hour, I could feel the effects of the strong grain alcohol, and I knew that Julie, with her 100 pounds, must feel it even more than I did.
Julie had moved from the couch to the bed, sittng close to Cynthia, their heads almost touching. She looked pointedly at me, then glanced at Cynthia, her move unnoticed by the big breasted girl next to her.
With a flash of genius, delayed more than a little by my generous intake of booze, I got up.
“Will you ladies excuse me? I’ll be right back” I walked to the washroom, which was about 15 feet away, and closed the door behind me. I didn’t need to go, but wanted to give Julie a few minutes to work her magic. I took the opportunity to try and replace the ragind hard-on in my pants in a more manageable and less noticeable position. Fat chance of that happening!
After a few minutes, I flushed the toilet as a warning and opened the door. The seen that greeted me was heavenly.
Julie was agressively kissing Cynthia’s neck, seeming to lick, nibble and bite a the same time, while one of her hands was roving under Cynthia’s heavy sweater, grabbing and carressing her boob.
“Ohhhh….” Cynthia moaned. Julie: “You like that? You want more?”
I stayed in the doorframe to the washroom, watching the scene unfold. After what seemed like an eternity, Julie looked over and saw me watching them. She smiled, winked and pointed at me, her little index finger beckoning me closer.
“Come here, Marty. I’ve got something for you…” And I did.
And I did. “Suck harder,” I told her, “and lift your dress, I want to see your ass!” She mumbled around my cock, her small Asian mouth almost too small to contain it, and reached down to pull up her dress.