Annie's Bad Night - Sex Stories

Annie's Bad Night

... same height as Adam and sported a brush-cut. He also had a goatee. "Holy shit! Adam Johnson! I didn't know you were here! How's it been going, man?" he yelled. He and Adam high-fived each other. "Rodney Becker! Becker the Pecker!" Adam beamed. Rodney Becker was one of Adam's old high school football team mates. They hadn't been huge friends in school, but they got along pretty good. Rodney had developed a bit of a reputation in school of being rather, um, well-endowed. Hence the nickname, Becker the Pecker, or sometimes just Pecker. Rodney had always been quite good-spirited about it. After high school, Rodney hadn't went to college, choosing instead to apprentice as a mechanic at his father's repair shop. "What's up, dawg?" Rodney asked. "I don't know," replied Adam. "Wizniak is passed out and it looks like everybody is kinda leaving." "Well, me and a bunch of guys are heading over to my place. Why don't you come on over? Haven't talked to you in ages!" Adam shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, what the hell? Might as well," he said. "Where you living now?" Rodney gave him the address and he and the other 3 guys headed out the door. Adam looked over at Annie. "You wanna go?" "Sure," she said. "I'll go with you. This party has kinda died out. I got nowhere else to go tonight." Adam had to help her as they walked out to his car. She was becoming quite wobbly on her feet, he noticed. The many beers she had consumed earlier that night were catching up to her. As he began driving, he ...

... glanced over at Annie. God, she looked good! She was sitting with her legs slightly apart. She looked over at him, smiling. Adam thought about how sweet it would be to just unbutton her jeans and slide his hand down inside. Or to have those soft lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. He felt his cock growing hard. Just be patient, he told himself. One way or another, he was going to get some action from this hot little brunette before the night was out. Eventually, she'd drop her guard and he'd move in! Soon he pulled up in front of Rodney's house. It was a two-storey bungalow in an older part of town. He and Annie walked up to the front door. "We don't have to go here if you don't want to," Adam said to her. "No, it's fine," she said. "Of course I want to go. I'm having fun hanging out with you." "Okay," he said. "Let's go then." They entered the house. It was a typical bachelor's place. There was a couple of old couches and three recliner chairs s**ttered around the living room. In the middle of the room was a large wooden coffee table covered in empty beer cans and bottles and ash trays. Along one wall was a huge flat screen TV and a home entertainment system. Another wall was practically wallpapered with centerfolds of nude women from Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler magazines. In the centre of the dining room, just off the living room, was a large pool table. "Hmmm, interesting décor," Annie mused sarcastically. Rodney and his three friends were sitting in the living room, ...