February Sucks: Tommy's Birthday - Sex Stories

February Sucks: Tommy's Birthday

If you have not liked my other stories, you certainly won't like this one.

Thomas smoothed his jacket and fingered the gold pin at his lapel - a tiny stylized Roman temple, three columns on a base holding up the roof - it looked very much like the Roman numeral three. He breathed deep calming breaths making ready for his entrance. He'd been told by the Mile High staff that tonight was a sellout crowd, more than 76,000 people. He wished his father could be here to see this, to experience the rush that comes with having that many focused on you. Someday, perhaps.

But tonight was his night, two days ago he'd turned thirty-five, at last night's Board meeting Uncle Dave had stepped aside and Thomas had been unanimously voted President of the Foundation. So while Thomas had spoken on behalf of the Foundation before, and had for years, tonight was special.

The lights came down in the arena and a spotlight illuminated the curtains where Thomas would make his entrance. He walked out from behind the curtain as the spotlight followed him up to the podium. The crowd was eerily hushed for so many people; they suspected this was going to be a special event.

Thomas stopped at the podium and rested his arms comfortably on the top and leaning into the twin microphones said in a clear voice, "my name is Tommy and I believe in Respect, Loyalty, and Trust."

The crowd answered him with one voice, "RESPECT! LOYALTY! TRUST!" and then continued chanting those three words over and ...

... over. Thomas knew they'd soon lose the rhythm of the chant and it would become cheers. He knew that with a crowd this size it would be a few minutes before he could get to his prepared speech. And as sometimes happened, his mind went to the event that created this movement, that fateful Saturday...

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The red convertible roared down their street and pulled up in front of their house. Linda thought that there were an unusual number of neighbors out and about but it was a fleeting thought. She was still on a sexual high from last night and especially this morning.

As they came to a stop Marc turned off the engine and leaned over to her for a kiss. Linda was ecstatic, she had spent the night in a fantasy and this was just more of the same. Marc and she were lost in the kiss, Linda was turned on again as Marc fondled her breast. She would remember this moment for the rest of her life.

"All right you love birds break it up."

Neither Marc nor Linda had seen Jim walk up to the car on the driver's side, he was casually standing there with a gun.

"We're going to have a little chat, and I hope my little friend here will ensure that nobody tries anything. Marc, I want to thank you for the videos from last night and this morning, they really helped solidify my thoughts and understanding of exactly what all this means. Linda, I know your phone is still off so please turn it on and take a look at the file I sent you just a few minutes ago."

"Jim, please. Let's just go ...