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One thing about living with Nicole was I realized how few friends I had. Nicole at all times had things she could do, places she could go, and people she could meet. I was at all times the one tagging along. I no longer had Debbie or Courtney to hang out with. Emily rarely went out. I hadn’t seen Jimmy, Kevin, or Clint in a long time. Nicole was pretty much all I had at this point. Nicole and my job.

I enjoyed work, at least as much as one could enjoy work. It provided interaction and camaraderie. While the staff had largely turned over since I last worked there, some staff and regulars were still around. Emily was nearing her fifth year working here. Hugo had just been hired as the maintenance man when I had first met Courtney here years ago. And, of course, there were the regular patrons. Bill, Chris, and Martin all sat in or around the same seats a few times a week.

It was the first weekend of March Madness. The staff and I had been instructed to wear school tee shirts or jerseys and in true West Palm form, each of us had picked a size too small which accentuated our assets. I wore a black Maryland tee shirt which struggled to contain my tits. My boobs felt smushed under the way-too-tight shirt and even worse, the neckline failed to show any cleavage. My bread and butter were not on display. On top of that, it was that time of the month and I was feeling crampy and bloated. I compensated for that by squeezing on a short jean skirt. If I wasn’t able to show my tits, I sure as hell was gonna show my ass and thighs.

One thing was certain, the staff had become younger. Most of the staff was between 19 and 24 years old and had the bodies to prove it. They had firm bodies which enjoyed the advantage of churning metabolism and were still able to hold keep the weight off despite eating bar food daily. Emily and I were not so young and not so lucky. We had joined each other at the gym for nearly three weeks now and while we were by no means fat, we knew we could get fat quickly if we didn’t watch what we ate and drank.

To my chagrin, each of the staff looked phenomenal. They were also wearing tight jerseys but had them rolled up from the bottom, showing their youthful, sexy midriffs. Two of the girls, Jenna and Sonia, had on shorts that looked as if they were painted on. They covered very little real estate barely making it from navel to high thigh. Jenna’s stomach in particular was impressive. Jenna had a flat, smooth, and just the right amount of tint from the sun that made it a stomach even I’d admit attraction to. The rest of the staff wore short jean skirts or shorts and each of us had on a pair of boots. While there wasn’t much cleavage among us, there were legs for days.

Emily was wearing a North Carolina shirt which looked cute on her but was not flattering. I had seen her body while changing in the gym locker room and was shocked at its presentation. Emily had great tits, slightly smaller than mine but a tad firmer. She had an amazing ass, despite a few blemishes, but I had never noticed it before. Her stomach wasn’t fit, but it wasn’t fat either. What Emily didn’t have was a personality. Emily had a resting bitch face and wasn’t great at conversation. She was quiet and boring. When I asked Jay what her blow jobs were like, Jay said it was okay – and that seemed to describe Emily with just about anything.

I had tried to get her to gossip more; to be a little more fun and cruder. Emily had blown Jay shortly after his divorce from Debbie yet provided few other details. The women down here were incredibly open when talking about their sex lives, as were the men, but not Emily. I had only heard of her sleeping with one guy I knew and that was just once. She was a sexual mystery, which in itself was rare in West Palm.

Emily and I had the early shift. Working lunch and early afternoon typically wouldn’t have been desired shifts, but during football season, it was prime time. The bar was packed with people, about eighty percent of which were men. The atmosphere reeked of testosterone – men of all ages, yelling at the televisions as if their words could be heard. It was so juvenile and barbaric, yet there was something arousing about it. Men being men. Screaming at other men. So many alpha males.

I was currently slinging drinks to three alpha males at the bar. Emily and I had noticed Dave, Adam, and Mike from our gym, where they also acted as alpha males. We called them our gym crushes. Eye candy to whisper and gossip about to break up the monotony of our treadmill time. They were the guys at the gym that talked loud and lifted weights louder. They flexed their muscles in the mirror between sets in acts of self-admiration. They were hot, no doubt, but they also came across as cocky – which I suppose alphas tend to do.

Adam was the skinniest of the three but still more muscular than your average man. He was also the shortest at around five foot eight inches. Adam had a mix of brownish-red hair which was unique and an accent that reminded me of home.

Dave was quite the unique specimen himself. Emily and I nicknamed him Hulk because he was the biggest of the three. Dave wasn’t overly muscled, like some men at the gym. Instead, he had a perfect balance throughout his tan body. Our first wondered was that he was Puerto Rican, but Dave insisted he was white – owing his darker skin to a combination of Italian and Native American heritage mixed in with tanning.

Mike was the quietest of the three. His shaved head was slightly distracting as light reflected off its shininess. Mike had gorgeous green eyes and white skin which indicated he did not spend a whole lot of time outside. His biceps were the biggest of the three, yet his legs were fairly skinny. For that reason, Emily had jokingly nicknamed him Popeye.

The day flew by with plenty of patrons and plenty of flirting. We were secretly giddy, talking about our gym crushes when serving the other end of the bar and sneaking in a few shots with them to accommodate their request. Flirting was part of the job but today had an added perk. Emily and I were finally flirting with our gym crushes in person. It brought a realness to it I’m not sure either Emily or I expected but neither of us believed we had a shot with them regardless. They at all times seemed to have the eyes of the ladies at the gym and when they weren’t admiring themselves, they spent most of their time talking with the group of girls at the gym who looked like they belonged on the cover of fitness magazines. I had neither the abs nor the muscles to compare.

“What’s her deal?” Dave asked as I served him another beer.

“Who? Jenna?” I asked.

“Yeah. The one in the pink jersey.”

“Yeah. That’s Jenna. She’s new here. She seems nice.”

“She looks nice. Can you introduce me?”

“Sure,” I answered, slightly disappointed that the best-looking of the boys already had his eyes on someone else.

After making eye contact with Jenna, I summoned her over and introduced her to Dave. Both of them were easy on the eyes and had the confidence to match, although Jenna currently had a more reserved smile and glow about her which comes when you’re abruptly and awkwardly being hit on at work. As she walked away, she shot me a look that I interpreted as saying “he’s cute but that was awkward.”

Emily and I bid the boys farewell as they departed, and we began to wrap up our shift. Roger had just showed up and I decided I would drink a beer with him before deciding whether to go home or go back to his place. I made myself a vodka drink and sat next to Roger on a barstool, no longer the worker, now the customer. Roger’s hand immediately made its way along my exposed thigh. I was horny and Roger’s touch was welcome, but it was also a reminder that my vagina was off-limits tonight.

I finished my drink and ordered another, engaging in a pace which, on top of the three shots I had taken with the boys earlier, had me tipsy. Emily walked over, giving Roger a peck on the cheek as her greeting.

“Can I borrow Kelly for a second?” Emily asked.

“Of course,” Roger smiled.

I looked quizzically at Emily and she motioned me to come with her. I followed her into the bathroom where we made small talk until we had privacy.

“Do you want to go to hang out with the gym boys?” Emily asked with an excited smile.

“What?” I asked astounded.

“Mike asked for my number and I gave it to him. He called already and asked if we wanted to come to hang out with them.”

“What did you say?” I asked nervously.

“I told them I’d let them know. So…”

We both giggled nervously.

“Do you want to?” I asked Emily.

“Kind of. You?” Emily asked back.

“I guess,” I laughed.

“Okay. I’ll tell them. Can you drive us there?”

“Sure,” I answered.

I said goodbye to Roger despite his objection and drove Emily and me over to Dave and Adam’s apartment not far from downtown. Emily and I held hands as we anxiously knocked on the door. Dave answered the door wearing the same jeans and tight white tee shirt I had seen him in earlier.

“Come on in,” Dave motioned, holding the door open for us as we entered the apartment.

Mike was sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer, and watching television.

“Where’s Adam?” Emily asked.

“He’s got a girlfriend. After seeing all the skin at the bar today, he decided to head over there to take care of business,” Dave laughed.

Adam’s absence caught me off-guard. I had figured he would be the one interested in me if any. Now I began to worry I was the third wheel. I understood Emily didn’t want to come over here alone, but I wished I had given it more wondered before agreeing to join her. The horniness which accompanied my period had clouded my judgment.

Emily and Mike had taken seats on the love seat, which was aptly named given the visibility of their roaming hands. Dave and I were seated on opposite ends of the large sofa, his gaze on the television while mine alternated between him and the love birds.

Dave stood up and took a few steps toward the kitchen, before pausing.

“Need a drink?” Dave asked, looking at me.

“Sure,” I answered.

“Vodka and what?”

“I’ll come with you and see what mixers you have.”

We entered the kitchen and Dave opened the fridge while I poured myself some vodka.

“We have OJ, cranberry juice…”

“Any Red Bull?”

“Nope. Sorry.”

“I’ll take the cranberry juice.”

I finished making my drink and struggled to discover words to make conversation.

“So, I figured you would be the one with the girlfriend, not Adam,” I remarked.

“No. No girlfriends for me. I have no desire to settle down. There are too many good-looking, willing women down here. “Why limit me?”

“Cool,” was all I could muster in response.

Dave wasn’t wrong. Women outnumbered men down here. Not just average women, but gorgeous women. Unlike most other cities, West Palm Beach was a sexual game stacked in the men’s favor. Men had options, so unless you were an exceptional option, very few men settled down.

Most men I was or had been, friends with were single. Even those in relationships seemed to cheat. It was a cycle, unlike any other city. Back home around Washington, D.C., the women had the upper hand. They could slow-play intimacy, withhold sex, and steer the dynamic toward relationships if they desired. Down in West Palm Beach, I felt that women had to lead with sex and then cross their fingers and hope for the best. Men here, especially those who looked like Dave, dictated the dynamic.

Outside of my introspective thoughts, the dynamic had changed as well. Dave had taken my face in one of his large hands and kissed me, while his other hand was already groping my breast over my clothes. Dave was an excellent kisser, his tongue sensually sliding in my mouth making me wonder how good it will feel sliding in other places. My lips pressed against his just firmly enough to signal I was not totally submissive despite his dominant personality and actions.

Dave’s hand reached down under my skirt before I pushed it away. Undeterred, Dave’s hand once again reached under my skirt. This time I grabbed his hand and moved it up to my boobs. Dave grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled the tight fabric over my tits, causing them to drop out of their confines.

“Did you just rip my shirt?” I asked, pulling my mouth off of his.

“Just a little. It will be fine,” Dave answered.

“You aren’t wearing a bra,” he continued.

“The shirt was tight enough I didn’t need one,” I replied quietly while his hands molested my tits.

“Is there anything else that’s tight on you?” Dave asked as his hand reached between my legs for the third time.

I grabbed his hand and held it still.

“I’m on my period,” I deadpanned.

“Oh,” was all Dave seemed to muster as he pulled his hand away.

I sensed Dave’s disappointment but also relished in the feeling of withholding sex. It was not something my willpower, or lack of it, tended to allow. I kissed Dave again, but his kiss seemed less passionate now. I felt I was losing his interest.

I kissed him harder while reaching my hand down and unbuttoning his jeans. I reached my hand inside his boxer briefs and grabbed his already hard dick. It felt thick in my hand and as I pulled my mouth away from his and looked south, my eyes visually confirmed it. Dave’s girth was impressive, one of the thickest I had seen, or felt, down here. I looked back at Dave whose face was expressionless.

I knelt on the kitchen floor, ignoring the cold hardness against my knees. It was a small price to pay to keep Dave’s interest…and Dave seemed intensely interested now.

I yanked on Dave’s jeans and underwear until they obliged, joining me on the kitchen floor. My left hand grabbed Dave’s seven inches of hardness as he looked down at me, my tits still hanging clumsily outside my shirt. Dave had leaned back against the kitchen counter to stabilize himself.

I licked up the length of Dave’s shaft, stopping at the tip and looking up for Dave’s approval but his eyes were closed. I jerked his shaft back and forth while licking his balls, yet his eyes still did not open. I moved my mouth to the tip of his cock, alternating between sucking and licking the head. A small bubble of precum signaled his body was responding to me even if his eyes were not. I licked the precum before taking him into my mouth, my tongue and mouth massaging his dick as it had many dicks before. This time felt different though. Dave and I had created a strong connection so quickly and intensely that this felt as if it could evolve into something special.

I took more and more of him into my mouth until I was able to periodically take all of him. My lips ran over the length of his shaft while I made a concerted effort to keep my teeth away from it. Dave’s hand found my head and held it still while his dick rested in my throat and my nose rested against his skin.

“Kelly!”

Dave’s hand eased off my head and I pulled my mouth from his dick, still on my knees looking over to my right. Emily was now standing in the kitchen, mouth agape at the shenanigans which had unfolded.

“What?” I answered her back with both my words and my eyes, imploring her to leave us alone.

“I want to go home,” she said quietly.

“Now?”

“Yes, now.”

“Can you give me, like, five more minutes?” I asked continuing to hold Dave’s still hard dick in my left hand.

“I’d like to leave now,” Emily responded.

“Go in the living room and wait five minutes,” Dave chimed in with a voice sterner than mine.

“Kelly, I want to…”

“Now!” Dave interrupted with a ferocity that both scared me and turned me on.

Emily obeyed, quickly turning around and walking out of the kitchen.

“She’s not normally like this. I don’t know what her deal is tonight,” I told Dave from my continued perch on the kitchen floor.

“Mike can be a weird guy if you don’t know him. Good looking. Strong. But weird.”

“Are you going to be able to cum in five minutes or should we continue this another time?”

“I’ll be able to cum,” Dave assured mine in a tone confident enough that I believed him.

Dave’s hands returned to my head, guiding it back onto his hard dick. His hardness was impressive. It had been hard from the moment I pulled his pants down and lasted through the unwanted interruption of a third party. Dave’s thickness filled my mouth to its limit and as his hands pushed the back of my head to meet his now thrusting hips, I worried that my teeth might be scraping against his cock. I looked up at him to look for any signs of pain or distress but found none. Instead, I found him looking down at me with a rabid look in his eyes. A look of lust and a desire to cum.

The grip of Dave’s hands became firmer and his thrusts more purposeful. I attempted to loosen my throat muscles in unison with his thrusts but quickly became out of sync, resulting in a series of gags and the watering of my eyes. Before I could compose myself, I felt Dave’s cock empty inside my mouth. His cum shot into the back of my throat, onto my tongue, and all over the inside of my mouth. I could feel the remnants of his orgasm dripping and resting within my mouth. Typically, I could anticipate when a guy was gonna cum and position the tip of his cock into my throat for easy, tasteless swallowing. Dave’s load had caught me off guard and was now saturating my taste buds.

I swallowed my mouthful of cum which took two gulps and found it…surprisingly good. Most times I swallowed I did it out of a sense of obligation and impact. I didn’t want to disrespect the guy by spitting out his cum. Additionally, the act of swallowing a man’s cum was sexy and conveyed to them just how fun and wild I could be. Not all women swallowed and I wanted to separate myself from the pack.

Dave’s face was emotionless, as men’s faces can be post-orgasm. I smiled up at him licking one last drop from the head of his penis and then rising to my feet, hoping the redness on my knees would fade soon.

“I should take Emily home now,” I said to Dave.

“Okay,” Dave said.

I pulled my jersey down and went to kiss Dave goodbye, but he pulled his head back. I looked at him with questioning eyes.

“I just came in your mouth. No kissing,” Dave replied.

“Okay. So…” I continued.

“Kelly! Let’s go!” Emily yelled from the other room.

The ride home was quiet, as I was annoyed with Emily for once again failing to be a ordinary friend and taking one for the team. I dropped off Emily back at our work to pick up her car. Dave was one of the hotter men I had hooked up with since I had been down in West Palm and I was willing to see him again. I was already planning on attending the gym more this week than I had previously.

NSFW: yes

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