Chapter 6
The next few days got so busy that I didn't have time for my usual quest to get fucked.
On days like that I really come to appreciate the skill that I've developed at frigging my own pussy. Masturbating sometimes becomes so pleasurable that I wonder why I ever bother with anything else at all.
It's so simple for me to lie back on my bed or to get into the water of the bathtub and to' spread my legs, pressing my fingers between the warm folds of wrinkled flesh and rubbing up and down until I feel the passion rising inside my body.
And yet, after I've gone on like that for a few days, I can feel the tension that is building in my body and I know that when I am masturbating I am thinking about the man that I would like to have inside of me.
By the time that I reach that point I know that I cannot go on much longer without having a man inside of me! But, when I was so busy with moving the furniture into my apartment and getting set up, I was happy that I could just take out five minutes to frig myself.
As soon as I had finished moving into my apartment I was ready to begin my job. Since I had been trained in piano and composition and there was no great demand for another pianist in New York City at that time, I had found a job as a keypunch operator for a bank. The only advantage of that job was that I worked evening hours.
My friend, Carla, who was an aspiring writer, had gotten me the job there since she had been working there for almost a year.
The first night that we were there I was telling her about Bobby Ray's, the bar that had become my second home, and Carla was anxious to go there.
"Actually it's Monday night and I know that Bobby and Paul, my two regular bartenders, aren't on duty on Monday nights. But we might as well go there, anyway."
Carla chuckled and said, "Oh, we can always find something to suit us!"
I always enjoyed being around Carla. Perhaps I painted the picture of my relationship with society a little too bleakly in preceding chapters. I said that I had a problem because I was considered a slut by all the nice girls who were always around in school.
But Carla was different. She wasn't a nice girl either. In fact, we always considered that it was a contest between us to see which one of us was trashier than the other one.
She was quite a bit shorter than I and she had a fabulously well-rounded ass which she accented by always wearing clothes that would cling to her figure. She would also leave lots of buttons open on her blouse so that everyone knew just what her boobs looked like.
Her black hair and black eyes were very striking in a Mediterranean way. And she was fond of saying, "It pays to advertise."
And yet for all of her trashy ways, men were always falling in love with Carla. That was the main way in which the two of us differed. She could have had any of a dozen lovers, but she had turned them all down.
She had gone off at one time with a handsome stud to Florida and when she felt that he was getting too possessive and jealous, she dumped him. Although I hate to sound like I'm always complaining about things, I never get anyone who wants to possess me!
While I had been in California, Carla had appeared in a men's magazine doing a nude layout. It had been amusing to me. I knew that she had a fabulous body, but none of the men who got the magazine knew that Carla was so short in real life.
Therefore, while Carla was perfectly proportioned for her size and had fabulous tits for such a petite girl, the magazine made her look like an Amazon with enormous boobs that would have reached half-way across a room.
Since she had been so kind to get me the job with the bank, I stopped off at a place where they would put pictures on tee shirts and I had one of her nude shots put onto a pretty pink tee shirt, knowing that that would show up her sexy tan flesh.
When I gave her that surprise gift, she kissed me on the cheek and said, "Oh, Diana! Now we must go to the bar tonight. I have to show off this shirt!"
We walked into the bar and she had her other blouse half buttoned over the tee shirt so that everyone could see her face, but could not see the rest of the picture on her breasts.
"Like I said, this is the night off for Bobby and Paul."
"It looks like there are other interesting men here in the bar," Carla said, looking around.
"You never miss one of them, do you, Carla?" I said, sipping my white wine.
"I miss plenty of them, dear. Remember, I am more selective than you are!" she chuckled.
Looking across the bar I saw that Paul, the handsome bartender with the short blonde hair and the gap between his teeth, was standing with a group of people on the other side of the place.
"What do you think of that one?" I asked my friend, pointing to Paul who was wearing a red headband.
"Maybe," she said, tossing her black hair to the side. "But, maybe not!"
Just then I felt a pair of hands reaching around my body and cupping my rounded breasts. As I turned to face the culprit who was kneading the luscious mounds of flesh, I saw that Bobby was standing there right next to me.
"I didn't know that you'd be here tonight," I said to him, more than a little surprised. "I figured I'd drop by and see how the bar was making out without me!" he said with a friendly smile.
"This is my friend, Carla," I said. "Carla, show Bobby what I gave you."
The large breasted girl did not hesitate to pull the buttons of her blouse open so that he could see the nude shot of her that was right across her fabulous tits.
"That looks real nice!" Bobby said as he ran his hand down across my ass cheeks.
As the evening progressed, Carla and I got higher and higher. Aside from the drinks that we kept on drinking, often paid for by friendly gents who were nearby, we went up to the balcony of the bar and discovered that groups of people were smoking dope up there.
Paul had also decided to come visit the bar for the evening, despite the fact that it was his night off and he offered to share a joint with us.
As the three of us were smoking, I could see that Paul was moving closer and closer to Carla. I noticed that Carla did not seem to be objecting to that at all.
When Paul excused himself to go down to the bathroom, I looked at my friend and said, "Are you interested in Paul? Would you like to make it with him?"
Carla had a charming and girlish way of smiling and giggling. It was insane that she would react that way to sexual things when she was so sexually experienced herself.
I looked over the balcony and saw that Paul was coming out of the bathroom. But he was not coming back up the steps and I wondered if he had forgotten about us or if he just decided that there was no future in pursuing either of us.
When he was directly beneath me, I called down to him, "Paul, can I ask you about something?"
He came half-way up the steps and I said, "Didn't you tell me that you worked for that sexy magazine that has all those pictures of naked girls in it?"
"Yeah," he said. "I only wrote two or three articles for them."
"Carla was in that magazine," I said. Then I turned to Carla and said, "Show him your shirt!"
She giggled a little and then pulled open her blouse so that he could see the nude shot of her that was right across her tee shirt. By that time, Paul was sitting down at the table.
"Did you deal with that bastard editor when you did that shot for them?" he was asking.
"I only had to deal with the photographer," she said. "And he was terrific. He had a fabulous way of really getting me in the mood for it!"
"How did you end up doing the nude spread?" Paul asked, his eyes burning right through Carta's clothes.
"I just called up the magazine and told them that I had a terrific set of knockers and that I wanted to pose for their centerfold. It was really very easy."
At that point I slid my chair away from the table and said, "Excuse me, I have to go to the ladies' room!" But as I was leaving the table I winked to Carla so that she would know that I wasn't coming back.
I really did have to go to the restroom because the wine I was drinking had its effect on me. By the time that I came out of the restroom I looked up at the balcony and looked at the table where Carta and Paul had last been sitting.
There was no one in view on the balcony. Then I looked all around the bar. I knew that Carla was slutty, but I knew that she wouldn't have left the bar without saying goodbye to me.
I slowly began to go up the stairs to the balcony. But I was walking so softly that my footsteps were absolutely silent. Then I came to the top of the stairs and I heard Carta's delightful laugh as she was saying, "What if someone comes up here?"
"Don't worry about it, kid," Paul said, pressing his body against hers.
I slipped to the side as Paul kissed Carla. Then I hid behind a bench so that I could have a good view of anything that the two of them did, even though they could not see me.
They were back in the dark corner of the balcony, but my eyes were quickly adjusting to the lack of light as I kept on peering into the corner.
The one thing that was interesting me was what Carla would do with the man. I knew that Carla was always able to entrance the men who swarmed around her, while I was only able to get fucked by them. I needed to know if she did something that was different or if she had a special style about her that the men found so very alluring.
"Can't we go back to your place?" Paul said to Carla as he rubbed his body against hers.
"Well, there's this guy who was my lover once and he's staying on my couch for a few nights since he didn't have anyplace else to stay," Carla answered softly.
I was surprised when I heard that. But, then again, Carla always had so many things going on in her life that it was impossible for me to keep track of them.
Then Paul said, "Darn. I have this really small apartment and I have a friend from out of town staying over there. So, my place is out."
"Well, you work here. Could we do it here? In this bar?" Carla asked.
"Nobody is up here," Paul said, looking around the balcony and not seeing me. "And if anybody came up here I suppose they would have the good taste to go back down when they saw what we were doing."
I was tempted to stand up at that moment and to protest his saying that, but I managed to keep my mouth shut as I kept on watching the scene that was going on.
Then Paul said, "What about your friend, Diana? Could we go to her place?"
"What do you mean?" Carla asked the man as he kept planting kisses on her face.
"Wouldn't you like to have a threesome? You and me and your friend could all get into the sack together!" Paul said with an encouraging glint in his eyes.
"No!" Carla snapped without any hesitation. "I couldn't! Not with Diana."
Something inside of my breast fell to the floor. Actually I hadn't been in a threesome with another woman since my college days when I would always fuck around with Gary and Susan. And yet, there was something about the way that Carla rejected the idea that insulted me.
But then Carla continued, "I just know
Diana too well. She's a friend and I can't go to bed with friends. That's embarrassing."
Somehow that made it seem all right, even though I was still going to be deprived of just as much as I was going to be deprived of back when I was insulted.
"In that case," Paul said in between his kisses. "We'll have to do it right here."
Carla chuckled that sweet laugh that she had and she leaned back on the table that was pushed all the way into the corner of the balcony.
He pushed himself on top of her and as I watched from my hiding place I could see his ass moving up and down as he was grinding his crotch against her body.
I made a mental note of the fact that Paul had suggested a threesome including me. That meant that he was interested in making it with me and therefore there was some chance that he might be alikely candidate at some time in the future.
On that particular night, however, I could see that Carla was going to get the benefit of Paul's masculine sexuality. I could imagine the sensations that were rushing through their bodies as Carla humped her hips up against his body and he pressed his crotch down against hers.
Then he was pushing her skirt up her well-curved legs. Carla was fond of saying that her legs were her best feature and I knew that she was telling the truth.
Soon the skirt was all the way up so that her panties were exposed. I watched as Paul reached his powerful fingers into the clinging waistband of Carta's panties. From the hiding place where I was, it looked like she was wearing beautiful lace panties.
I know that her panties were white and that they contrasted greatly with the deep tan of her flesh and with the dark black pussy hairs that were soon exposed as he tugged the fabric from her well-rounded hips.
Carla seemed to be going wild as she felt the heavy fabric of the man's dungarees pressing down against her pussy patch. Then she was pulling on his pants and finally she was working on the zipper and the belt that he was wearing.
I watched as she pulled the dungarees down Paul's slim hips. Even in the darkness of the balcony I could see the stark whiteness of his jockey shorts as they were revealed.
Then I saw my friend's long and elegant fingers working on the clinging underpants and tugging them off the young man's slim hips.
I strained so that I could see what was locked between them as his shorts came down. But I could not see anything, until Paul rolled over onto the table and my friend, with her skirt up and her panties down, bent down in front of him.
It was quite an exciting view of the scene as I saw her working her lips around the hard cock that was sticking up from the patch of golden pubic hairs that were at his crotch.
Carta's tongue jutted out and slid around the thick pole of the cock. Then she was pressing her face into the tight confines of the man's balls.
At that point I had to press my fingers against my pussy slit. I couldn't stand just watching the scene. I could imagine just what Paul's crotch would smell like.
All day long it had been locked inside of the underpants and with the girl's lips and tongue sliding all over the surface the man would have all of his sexual sweat licked away.
As I watched the scene, Paul was writhing around on the table and moving his body back and forth as he felt the warm and wet tongue moving around on his cock.
Then he pushed the girl's head away from his hard-on and I saw him whispering something into Carta's ear. Although I could not hear what he was whispering, from the hiding place where I was I could see that Carla was smiling and giggling her friendly giggle.
The next thing I knew, Carla was up on the table and Paul was on top of her. He was pressing his cock into her pussy slit and I could see that his muscles were tensed.
As he pressed the cock deeper and deeper into the confines of the girl's twat, I could see that his ass muscles were tightening together.
Then, as I kept on watching, his ass muscles relaxed and I could see that he was pulling his dick out of the hot hole of the girl. Then his ass muscles clasped together again. He was moving fast and really slamming his cock back and forth in the inflamed twat.
As I kept on watching, Carla tossed her shapely legs over the man's powerfully built ass muscles. I silently cursed my friend. I could watch her legs anytime, but I really wanted to have a chance to watch the movement of the powerfully built bartender's ass.
Instead, all I could see were Carta's legs as she pressed her heels down against the bartender's firm ass cheeks. She was pushing him even deeper into her hot hole.
And that was when I had to press my hand firmly against my pussy slit to stop the hot flow of moisture that was steaming out of me. I didn't want to have my orgasm because I was afraid that I would make noise and give away my presence.
But, even though I stopped frigging my cunt and was holding my hand pressed tight against the lips of my twat to suppress the undulating feeling that was starting to well up inside of me, I still burst out in an orgasm.
I bit down on my lower lip to keep from shouting out and calling attention to myself. Then I pressed my legs together. I managed to make the orgasm a disappointingly small one, but at the same time I managed to remain silent so they never knew that I was watching their sex act.
As I continued to look at the two of them, Paul slammed his body roughly into Carta's hot hole. I could see that her legs were pressing down even harder against the cheeks of his ass and that they were both going through the convulsions of orgasm.
His cock was locked deep in her hole and I could imagine that her hole was sucking at his cock.
Finally, the man began to slide his dick out of her inflamed hole and I could hear my friend breathe a sigh of relief. Then I heard Paul say, "Your friend must be wondering what happened to you."
"No!" Carla said, reaching down and pulling up her white lace panties. "She knows what sort of girl I am! I think that she sort of expected this of me!"
Paul laughed as he pulled up his pants. When he pressed his lips against her lips and held her locked in a hot kiss, I used that opportunity to slip to the stairs so that they would never even have a suspicion that I had seen the entire thing.
Along the side of the bar, I saw a girl I knew who was a dancer in a Broadway show. I began to talk to her just as if I had been talking to her all night long.
When Carla came over to me about five minutes later, I looked at her and said, "I was wondering where you disappeared to, Carla."
"I was up there," she said, laughing a little and moving her head to indicate the balcony.
"And?" I said, making a point of the question mark in my statement.
"And it was terrific. Paul fucked me," she said.
My friend had not disappointed me. I knew that she would tell me everything and I was right. I smiled at her and said, "Right here in the bar?"
She nodded and said, "He was really good. He just pushed me back on the table and slammed it into me. But first I sucked on it a little bit."
"Well, I'll have to put that in my file and check him out sometime," I said.
Carla nodded and said, "I think he might be interested in you."
"Really?" I asked, appreciating the fact that she was telling me that bit of information.
"It's really fun to kiss him through the gap in his teeth!" she said with a laugh and a blush.
By the time that Carla and I had left the bar, I was really horny. I had watched her doing it with Paul and I had felt hotter by the time that I had finished frigging myself.
When we were in the cool air of the street, she said, "Sometimes I start to wonder about myself, Diana. If I could I would have sex everyday!"
I looked at her and was silent. Then I began to laugh. It was the combination of the liquor and the pot and the night air that had gone to my head.
"What's so funny?" Carla asked me, smacking me on the arm.
"When you made that statement," I said between bursts of laughter. "I wanted to ask you if you only meant once a day or what!"
"Once a day!" Carla cried out. "Heaven forbid! I need it a lot more than that!"
Then she began to giggle uncontrollably and I looked at her as I said, "What?"
She was shaking her head and she said, "Do you remember when I told you earlier today about the orgy that I attended last week and the fact that I had sex with three different guys while I was there?" Then she laughed even louder.
"Control yourself!" I said to her, although I was laughing also. "Of course I remember your telling me about that. That isn't the sort of thing I would forget."
"Well," she said, coyly. "I was just remembering the night a little more clearly and as I remember it now I actually did it with seven guys in the course of the night."
"Seven!" I cried out. That was even shocking to me.
Carla nodded, meekly, and then said, "The three that I had told you about were really spectacular! The other four weren't bad, but they weren't nearly as memorable as the top three."
The two of us were laughing together after that and we embraced. Then Carla pulled away from me as she saw a taxi riding up the block that still had its light on.
"Thanks for a terrific night!" she said as she started to get into the cab.
As the taxi pulled away from the curb, the street was silent again. I turned and looked at Bobby Ray's and knew that I didn't want to go back into the bar again.
I would feel silly about going into the bar when I had already been there for such a long time without having had any success. Actually I had spent the night paying attention to what
Carla was doing and had not really pursued any man on my own.
Even I knew that it was time for me to go home. I walked around the corner and up to my apartment. As soon as I had the door of my apartment locked, I reached my fingers down to my pussy. I had suppressed my orgasm in the bar because I didn't want to be caught watching the two people having sex and that made me even hotter.
Tossing all of my clothes to the floor, I began to rub my index finger back and forth across the moist and wrinkled flesh of my pussy. Then I pulled apart the cunt lips and worked my finger into the hot hole.
As I flopped down across my bed and began to play with myself, enjoying the heat that was emanating from my inflamed cunt slit, I started to wonder why I even continued on my desperate pursuit for cocks to stuff my pussy.
The previous time that I had gone to the bar I had been fucked by the thick black cock of the taxi driver. Now, there I was, on my bed, not having been fucked by anyone, and frigging my pussy to a delightful orgasm.
After the taxi driver had fucked my pussy, I had been in the same position. Despite the thick prong that had filled me up, I had gone home and had frigged my cunt to try to get some satisfaction. Even the enormously hung black man could not satisfy me enough.
I didn't know why satisfaction was such an elusive thing, but that couldn't concern me when I had a flaming pussy to worry about.
The only thing that was running through my mind was the image of the stud bartender and the way that his powerful ass had looked as he rammed in and out of my friend's pussy.
I knew that I was going to have to find a chance to get fucked by Paul. I also knew that I was waiting until Bobby, the manager, had a free night so that I could get his cock up my hot hole. There were many things that I had to look forward to.
And yet, if I had done all of those things, I still would have been in the same position. The only thing that I would have was a filled pussy. But I needed the filling!