"Well, we still have to talk about this with them first." Karel replied.
Soon enough, on the following Monday night, Karel was chatting with Susan as the guys had their night out.
"Wow. He was checking me out?" Susan said. "But how do you feel about this Karel?"
"It was my idea believe it or not. So, are you up for the idea?" Karel asked.
"I really don't know. It's so weird trading someone you're with in exchange for a casual night." Susan said with discomfort.
"But we know each other so well since we moved. So it's not casual if you know someone really well." Karel explained. "I want you guy's to have as much fun for you to remember us by."
Susan suddenly had a peculiar facial expression and asked "I do have a request to make this party more interesting."
Karel smiled "Oh... Well... What do you have in mind?"
Susan muttered "You guys have known for a while that we don't have children. Right?"
"Oh my God... Susan... Are you being serious right now?" Karel asked.
"Well, I really wanted something to remember each other by." Susan explained while Karel suddenly said with enthusiasm.
"Damn Susan. I had no idea you are able to do something that far."
Susan then chuckled "Well, Sean is pretty hot. Plus, I think the diet he's in will be beneficial for a healthy baby."
Karel then replied with a large grin "Oh... Well, in that case... You don't mind at all if I take Jerry's seed? I really love the idea of having Jerry's genes. He has such a cute butt, if you don't mind me saying so..."
"Thank you, not at all... But... What do you think the guys would say?" Susan asked
"They're guys!!!" Karel shouted. "Their sex drives are always running and we will always have the keys to their ignition..."
They both laughed and decided to watch a movie while the guys were out.
As predicted, it wasn't long until both Jerry and Sean agreed to their wive's proposal. So the night of the awaited event was scheduled on the following Friday at the Burns. By the time Friday night rolled around, Sean and Karel looked their most provocative.
Sean shaved his face nicely and had his privates waxed prior to Wednesday before. His light brown hair trimmed and combed while wearing shorts with no underwear underneath and a skin tight, deep green top exposing his firm packs.
Karel had the most sultry look. Her dark, red, wavy hair was ironed straight and conditioned to have a silky sheen. She was wearing a backless, black jersey top with a slit to expose her belly button. Karel also thought she could wowed Jerry by wearing skin tight black short-shorts.
Both Sean and Karel made their house perfect for such a taboo occasion. All the bright lights in the house were off except for some strains of LED lights around the mantle piece and deep red colored candles all around with a bowl of ripe strawberries on the coffee table.
The doorbell rang and Sean, being a guy, was having a rush of nervousness. Karel Opened the door and was stunned to see their neighbors so "hot" for the occasion.
Jerry had skin tight black tank top with dark shorts wearing an intoxicating cologne. Susan had dark eyeliner with dark blue metallic stretch pants and a strapless bustier top with a thin jacket over it. The look Susan had worked very well with her naturally round butt and her shiny black hair.
When the Evans came to the dimmed hallway, Karel smiled with great enthusiasm and said
"So, you two are at that couch, while me and Jerry take this couch on the other side of the hallway. That way, we both can share our last moments as a group..."
Susan was kind of startled. But by the time she saw what Sean looked like, she easily followed him to the other room opened to the hallway. Karel slowly grabbed Jerry's hand and whispered
"So, Jerry, shall we do the deed?
After both couples sat their stationed area, they both savored the moment teasing and mouth sharing those ripe strawberries that the Burns deviously planted. Karel then slowly pressed up against Jerry, pulling off his tank top.
Sean and Susan were exciting each other with mouth watering, tongue waving french kisses.
Karel had Jerry slowly undo her top as she gently took off his belt. Karel was then sliding her tongue down Jerry's mouth, slowly and sensually.
Susan started to lean back slowly as Sean began to unbutton her bustier. Susan was starting to moisten as she slowly took her stretch pants down herself.
Jerry was now getting friskier than Karel when he started to strip her short-shorts right off as he started to suck and lick on her now tender nipples.
Susan became wetter and muskier as Sean started tantalizing her clit with his tongue.
"Oh God...." Susan whispered laying on her back.
"Oh God...." Karel moaned as her nipples were being teased by Jerry's licks and nibbles.
Karel was so wet that when Jerry slowly stuck his finger in, it was wet enough to slid in and out with ease.
As Susan crouched down on the side of the couch to use her mouth for Sean's cock, Karel was sensually stroking Jerry's cock and said to him
"Let's not waist any drop of your good stuff. I want you to slid it in."
Jerry happily obliged as he easily thrusts into Karel's sopping wet pussy like butter.
"OH GOD... THAT'S IT BABY" Karel breathed heavily.
While Karel had her legs pressed up against Jerry, Susan was working her magic, pressing her wet tongue as she slide it up Sean's shaft and gently kissing the tip of the head while gently sucking up his pre-cum.
Sean moaned "Oh God... You do that so well..."
Susan looked at him with a grin as she responded "I have a husband that I practice with... I'm glad you like this hon."
As Susan started to use her lips over Sean's cock, she started suck while using her tongue to polish his very tip.
Sean gasped "I can't cum yet..."
"Alright hon.." Susan replied. "Lets get down to business."
And there they were. Two women being thrusted by different spouses. Grunts, moans, and shrieks echoed in each room through the hallway. Ten minutes have already passed as the couches were soaking up each drop of sweat.
Karel was moaning with each thrust. The tip of Jerry's cock can now feel Karel's cervix as she shrieked. Jerry was getting worn out, breathing so heavily as he started to lean against Karel. Karel muttered with heavy breathing
"I want you to cum in me... please... I want your seed."
Jerry then gasped for air as he started tell her "I'm cumming!"
Karel croaked "Do it! I don't want you to pull out! give me every drop!"
Susan was biting her lower lip so she wouldn't scream as her hair was soaking wet both by Sean's sweat and her own. Sean suddenly said with a heavy breath,
"I'm cumming... Are you ready?"
Susan couldn't stand it. She final shrieked "YES!! FILL ME UP!!! FILL ME UP!!!" "Oh God... I'm cumming Sean croaked. "GIVE ME YOUR SPERM! KNOCK ME UP! KNOCK ME UP!"
In that very moment, both Sean and Jerry gave all that they saved up.
Sean plastered Susan's walls with his strings of pearls,
while Jerry's cum bursted through Karel's cervix as she felt his warm, thick, creamy spunk filling up her womb to the brim.
"OH MY GOD..." Karel sighed. "There's so much, I can feel it."
Susan hands clasped on to Sean's butt cheeks as she moaned "Let it all out baby...... Let it all out before you pull out....."
Jerry almost fallen asleep as he was gently kissing Karel's lips. As Jerry leaned his packs against her breast, Karel purred like a cat as she giggled.
"Oooh, I like this..." "You did great tiger."
Susan asked Sean as she started kissing his neck. "Did you like that hon?"
Hell yea." Sean said.
"How you doing back their?" Karel asked Susan and Sean who were across the hallway.
"We're great..." Susan replied.
"Just tired..." Sean added.
Since the men were so exhausted, The women agreed for a
ll of them to spend the night with each other in different beds, with their different spouses, to kiss and fondle for the night.
After four weeks had passed, Jerry and Susan were slowly packing up all their stuff. Just for all times sake, they decided to have one last luncheon together, during which Karel and Susan brought the good news that they were now pregnant.
At the last week of April, tears were shared between Karel and Susan before the Evans took their moving vans out of the neighborhood they use to love. All they now have to remember each other by was the love child of their friend's spouses.
Summer turned into Fall and Fall turned in to Winter. During Karel's second trimester, a new couple entered the neighborhood, occupying the house where the Evans once lived.
"look babe. Some new neighbors." Karel said to Sean.
"Well, they seem very nice. They look quite wealthy." Sean noticed.
"You know... I noticed they don't have kids." Karel said while pointing at the attractive woman for Sean to see."
"Well, in case they leave... We now know what type of party to throw for them." Sean smiled.
The End.
Catching My Dream Girl
Holly Grandal had been my dream girl since I was in the fifth grade. She was the smartest girl in the class, and I was the smartest boy.
We used to be the last two standing in any of the class spelling bees or multiplication table contests. When the Iowa Test of Basic Skills was administered in the fifth through eighth grades, Holly and I had the two highest scores in our school each and every year. We took turns in first and second place, with her at the top in fifth and seventh grades, and me taking the crown in sixth and eighth grades.
Each time she beat me at anything, she'd raise an eyebrow and say with a superior smirk, "Catch me if you can!" It used to grate on my nerves to no end.
We competed fiercely, but down deep I carried a torch for her. When I had my first erection, it was while watching Holly in her two-piece bathing suit at the swimming pool. When I had my first wet dream, her image was lurking in my sleepy haze as I awoke to sticky sheets. When I thought about who would wind up on top, it was no longer in regard to results from the latest test or assignment.
But I kept my feelings to myself. I could not afford to lose my competitive edge by showing a weakness toward my primary competitor.
By high school, Holly was becoming the subject of other boys' wet dreams as well. She had grown a nice pair of boobs. Her boyish rear end became a shapely derriere. Her rather thick glasses were replaced with contact lenses, showing off her sparklingly intelligent blue eyes. She began to wear makeup and make an effort to do something more stylish with her thick raven-colored hair. And her braces were removed to reveal a killer smile.
She was beautiful, she was funny, and she was smart -- all any guy could ever want. The key was getting her to want in return. Or so I thought.
The truth was that Holly was an ice princess. To my knowledge, no guys broke through her cool facade -- or her hymen -- during all of high school.
We crossed paths (and swords) frequently. We competed against each other in the same honors classes, matched wits at science fairs and math contests, wrote competing columns for the high school newspaper and vied for the same prizes in the school literary magazine. And each time that she emerged victorious, that eyebrow would go up, those lips would curl into a smirk, and those words would rain scorn down upon me: "Catch me if you can!"
My only intellectual endeavor without her was the chess club. I guess there were limits to her fraternization with the geeks.
We remained academic adversaries to the bitter end, at which time we shared a podium as co-valedictorians of our high school graduating class. And, true to form, at the end of her speech she turned to me in front of the entire auditorium full of people and said, "Catch me if you can, Derek!"
It was all I could do to regain my composure and present a coherent co-valedictory address to the assembled crowd.
* * * * *
The next fall, I was off to Boston College on a National Merit Scholarship. Holly went to Harvard. For the two years that followed, I heard nothing more of her or from her, despite the fact that we were off at school in the same city.
In September of my junior year, I was in a sports bar watching the Red Sox on TV on a Friday night. They were in the middle of a heated pennant race. I had become a rabid fan, a member of Red Sox Nation.
"Howdy, stranger!" rang out a female voice across the bar. I looked down from the flat screen TV and saw a nice pair of not-so-flat boobs. There was plenty of cleavage showing from under a clingy floral print cotton top.
I'd recognize those boobs anywhere.
I re-directed my attention to the boob-owner's lovely heart-shaped face, her raven-colored hair framing a pair of intelligent, sparkling blue eyes. Sure enough, it was Holly Grandal. She flashed me a killer smile.
"Derek! Iss -- iss been too l-long!" she cooed, blowing me air kisses as if we were long-lost lovers. Her words carried the slur of an alcoholic stupor.
I looked her over as she weaved toward me. Her legs were lean and sexy, well-displayed beneath a short black wraparound linen skirt as she walked.
"Um... Holly. Yeah, it's been a while," I replied as she approached my table.
I was uncomfortable. We had grown up together, but we were now virtually strangers. Our common bond had been our competition, but after more than two years apart, there was little to talk about.
My torch for her had never burned out or even flickered, but I couldn't afford to let down my guard. The new semester was just under way. I needed to keep my focus on academics. And she was an ice princess. But, damn, did she look good.
"Here to watch the game?" I managed to ask.
What a weak attempt at small talk, I thought to myself. I may as well just drop my knuckles to the floor like a Neanderthal and ogle her breasts again. It would show just as much intellectual acumen as my feeble question.
"Nah, I'm here to fuckin' get DRUNK!" she chortled, "and after that, maybe to fuckin' get LAID!"
A tinge of pink began to color her cheeks as she stood over me. I couldn't help but notice her lovely pair of C-cups protruding toward my face. I tried to avert my eyes.
Moreover, I couldn't believe my ears. Holly Grandal, prim and proper little miss ice maiden, talking through expletives about going to a bar to get drunk and get laid. I shook my head roughly in disbelief.
"Well, why don't you have a seat and watch the game with me? The Sox are playing the Yankees in New York. We can talk over old times..."
"Screw the fuckin' Yankees!" she exclaimed. "And how about les -- les f'get ol' times and talk 'bout the fuckin' press -- pres -- present?" She swayed slightly as she spoke.
It was clear from her speech and her demeanor that she had already been bar-hopping that evening. What wasn't clear was why she would be out by herself in that condition. A vulnerable woman in the big city was an easy target for muggers, rapists or worse.
"Sure, Holly," I answered, rising to pull a chair out for her. "Let me buy you a drink. What're you havin'? Coffee?"
"Nah, gimme the fuckin' GOOD stuff," she muttered, then erupted in a fit of giggles. For the first time in my recollection, I felt sorry for Holly Grandal.
The next time the waitress stopped by, I ordered us each a stiff drink. In a way, I was miffed that my drunken colleague was keeping me away from the ball game. But as the evening wore on, and I watched her across the table, I found myself getting hornier and hornier for my childhood flame, despite her liquefied condition.
Fueled by a little too much liquid courage myself, I boldly asked her why she was out looking to get laid.
"Aww, Derek -- you're so fuckin' sweet to ask," she giggled. "You wanna fuckin' do me the honors?"
I'm sure I turned beet red. Not knowing whether to laugh it off or pursue it with vigor, I held the middle ground. "Is that what you want?" I queried casually.
"Lemme -- lemme fuckin' tell you a
fuckin' seek -- a fuckin' secret, Derek baby," she purred.
I didn't recall Holly ever swearing in high school, let alone dropping the f-bomb every second word. Something was different about Holly. I guess the alcoholic stupor was the first indication that something was amiss.
"Sure, Holly -- we're old friends. You can tell me anything. Your secret's safe with me."
Holly paused. A tear slowly dribbled out of one eye. Her chin began to quiver and her lips seemed to struggle to form the right words.
"I -- I can -- can fuckin' trust you, Derek?"
Despite our fierce rivalry in earlier years, I had never done anything to violate her trust. There had been no cheating to beat her, no stepping on her to accomplish my goals -- just pure, simple, unadulterated, honest competition.
"Have I ever crossed you, Holly?" I asked sincerely.
She contemplated for a moment, her eyes still somewhat glazed. "Naw, you were always a fuckin' goody two-shoes. Just like me..." Her voice faded off, as did her gaze. I wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol or a distant memory.
"So -- are you gonna tell me your secret?" I asked.
She still hesitated a moment longer. Then, sucking up her fortitude, she looked me in the eye. "I'm fuckin' lookin' to get laid 'cuz I've never fuckin' BEEN laid," she confessed.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. After all that braggadocio, she was a goddamn virgin! I'm sure my jaw dropped and my eyes bugged.
She saw my response and laughed quietly. For a moment, I didn't know whether to take her confession seriously. But then I decided she had no reason to joke about something like that. And she had indeed been an ice princess in high school.
"But, Holly -- why in the HELL would you come to a SPORTS BAR looking to get laid for your FIRST TIME?"
She squinted at me and raised a superior eyebrow. "Why the hell NOT?" she asked. "Isn't a fuckin' sp -- a fuckin' sports bar a place where fuckin' MEN like to -- to fuckin' hang out?"
I shook my head, trying to convey an air of disgust. "Christ, Holly -- you'd fuck a total STRANGER for your first time to get laid? Shouldn't it be with someone SPECIAL?"
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