A Betting Gal: Allie - Sex Stories

A Betting Gal: Allie

... 5pm, I showered and got ready to go out. I shaved everything, as I was sure flashing my panties was going to be a part of the night. Let me shed a little light on this if it seems like I’m a little too okay with this. Shannon and I are what you might call playful, maybe even teases. Since living together, each of us has only brought home a couple guys. We both had long distance relationships for most of grad school until they ended around the same time for the same reason – our boyfriends were assholes and cheated on us. She found out about hers first and ended it immediately. She then helped me see some similar patterns of behavior in my own boyfriend and I connected the dots. We swore off men for a bit, focused on getting great jobs and promised each other we would never be hurt again. So far, so good. When we go out, we flirt, we touch, and we definitely lead some guys on. It’s not hard. I’m not as hot as Shannon, but I’m not bad – 5’3”, 115lbs, with short blond hair. Back to the night in question: I picked out a black bra and black panties and strolled out to show Shannon. “Nope. That is sexy – I said slutty . You know what set I’m talking about. Get that cute little ass and those perky tits in that pink lace you never got to show off for Josh,” Shannon told me. I was really hoping she’d forgotten those. She wasn’t playing around – I was getting nervous, to be honest. The bra was low cut, nearly see-through, and made my 34B breasts look bigger, while the panties were ...

... matching, pink tangas that made my ass look great. I returned to my room, pulled the tags off, and changed into them. Then I pulled on some tight jeans and a sequin striped tank top. It was now 7pm and time to get this night under way. “Alright, are you… wait, have you showered or anything yet?” I asked her, ready to go. “Oh I showered earlier. We just have to wait for a friend to pick us up.” “Who?” I asked, a little confused. We usually kept these nights to ourselves so others didn’t judge. “A guy I met online,” She replied, adding “Remember the rule!” when she saw the confused look on my face. Okay, something was off and my stomach was getting nervous butterflies. She had something planned. Shannon didn’t have trouble meeting men – they flocked to her. I sat down on the couch and played it cool. “No problem, Shan!” About 20 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat. “Why don’t you get that?” She said with a wicked smile. I got up and answered the door. There was not one, but two guys standing there. To say they weren’t her type, or mine for that matter, was an understatement. Both were in their early 20s. The guy on the left was short, skinny, and not at all attractive. He had a buzz cut and a tattoo on his neck. His friend was not much taller but probably weighed twice as much – I’d say 5’10, 270lbs. He had shaggy, blond hair that looked unwashed and was wearing an Miami basketball jersey. The only word I could describe them as is trashy. I spun ...