Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

... "What confession?" "Well, remember the day you kicked him out because he butt-grabbed me?" "How could I forget?" "There was more. We were both pretty drunk, and he cornered me in the pantry. He kissed me. I pushed him away, but not very hard. He kissed me again and I kissed him back. I swear, Alan, I swear I've never kissed another man before, ever." "No big deal. You were drunk, and that's all that happened. Right?" "Not exactly. He also pulled up my bikini top and sucked my breasts, and pushed a hand in my shorts, slipping his finger between my pussy lips. Then someone came into the kitchen and I quickly rearrange myself, and acted like nothing happened. I was a bit shocked when you brought up Steve. We have history." "I remember that day well. Not just because I kicked-out Steve from the party, but because you screwed me that night like a woman possessed. All this time I thought your passion was because I was the stud for kicking him out, when in reality, it was because he finger-fucked you." "He didn't finger-fuck me. He just was... just, um... caressing me a little." "And tonight he's gonna be caressing you with his dick. How in the hell did I ever get myself into this?" "It's not happened yet. He might not even be interested," Anne said coyly with a grin. "Yeah right! Here's your pancakes. You're gonna need the strength." ******** The surf was cranking. It seemed like it was going to be an epic day. Several guys were already out tearing up those overhead sets. I was ...

... waxing my board when Steve came walking up the beach in his board shorts. I forgot what a hard body he was. His six-pack looked more like an eight-pack. He waved, and I gave him the thumbs-up. "Hey, mate!" "Dude! Here's your board and wet suit, and board wax. Left-hand break means the rip is on the right." "Thanks, Al." "No problem. See ya out there," I replied, grabbing my board and diving in the white water. After duck-diving the first wave, I could feel the power of this icy-cold surf. The roar of the break was deafening, crashing with immense force. No one has more respect for nature than surfers. Out beyond the break, I sat on my board, waiting for Steve. Since Anne shared about her encounter with Steve, I didn't feel much like buddying-up with him, but I put on a good face. "Hey, man. These sets are ridiculous. Any advice, since this is your home wave?" Steve asked. "The sand bar is high here, so kick out and don't dive in. It's so shallow, you'll break your neck. There's one outside. Take it!" Steve paddled and pushed off, dropping into the wave like a pro. He was looking good, considering he was on a borrowed board. I followed soon after, sliding down the face, I made my turn and found myself in a tube. It became quiet inside for a few seconds before it closed out and sent me tumbling like I was in a washing machine. After several more attempts, and fighting the current, I was beat. The wind was blowing out the sets. It was time to call it a day. I signaled Steve that I ...