More Than One Night? - Sex Stories

More Than One Night?

... lots and lots of adoring women. I expected to see posts from him bragging about our fuck last night, but there was nothing about that. His last post was something about volunteering at a car wash thing to raise money for a local hospital. "My God, this guy is a saint," I said, looking at all the charity stuff he'd participated in. To be fair, there were plenty of posts talking about his amazing skills on the field. I clicked on his pictures to get a better idea of who this guy was, only to discover that he had a long history of football successes going back to his middle school and high school days. Now he was an all-star college quarterback already being recruited by the NFL, which I discovered when I read some of the articles posted about him online. "What have I done," I asked myself, "One night with his stud and I'm pretty much Facebook stalking the guy." "This is ridiculous," I said to myself before hearing the knock on the door. "Oh, hey Julie," I said, letting her in. "How was last night," she said with a wicked grin on her face. "It was...nice." "Nice? I'd say it was more than that going by these pics of him on his Facebook page," Julie said, scrolling through the page I still had open on my laptop. "Come on. The guy is nineteen. It's not like there can be anything between us besides his cock." "He seems like a great guy," she said, reading some of his Facebook posts. "You know what, I'm not talking about this anymore," I said, pouring Julie a cup of ...

... coffee. "Alright. But tell me this, when was the last time you met a guy that had all the qualities his guy seems to have, including that amazing body.....and sexy ass." "We're supposed to be getting stuff together for the rummage sale today, remember?" "I know, I got some stuff in my car." "Why don't you get dressed and we'll take the stuff down to the church." "That's the first sensible thing you've said today," I said, going to get dressed. I slipped on some sweats and brought out a few boxes of clothes for the rummage sale. Julie was sitting down at my laptop, not really noticing that I had walked back into the room. "Are you still looking at the pics of him playing football? I mean, the guy has a great ass, but it's certainly not the first hot ass you've ever seen." "Actually, I was talking to Nate," she said. "What?" "I kind of sent a friend request and got an immediate response. Turns out he's online and checking messages. He remembers you and wants to know if you want to get something to eat tonight around 7 at the Mexican Grill on 16th Street." "No! Tell him no!" "Too late. It's all set up." I pulled Julie up and was ready to tell Nate that it wasn't me sending him those messages before glancing down to read: "Gotta run, but see ya 2nite, babe." "What have you done," I shouted to Julie. "Lighten up. You'll have dinner with the guy and have a conversation with your clothes on to see if there's more between you two than basic anatomy. What's the big deal??