This Bud's For You
written by:
Prybar

It all seems a little silly these days. Now I can just hop into the truck, run down to a handy store, and buy a six-pack or even a case of beer whenever the urge strikes me. But a few years ago, when Bill, Hank, and I were in college, it was not that easy. We weren't old enough to buy a legal beer, and we had few opportunities to beg, borrow, or steal any. A beer in the hand was a rare and precious thing, and a six-pack was as elusive as a winning lottery ticket. When Hank showed up at the house with a full six-pack, well that was cause for celebration. I planned to savor each and every swallow. So, you can imagine our outrage when Bill phoned and said, "Don't drink the beer!"

Bill rented the house. He signed the lease, and his parents co-signed. He was committed to 12 months rent. In turn, he rented one bedroom to Hank, and the other to me. He had veto power over anything Hank and I might do in the house, but we weren't accustomed to him bossing us around. That kind of pronouncement where beer was concerned might have been construed as fightin' words. I for one, couldn't wait for him to come home.

The house wasn't ever going to make the cover of "Home Beautiful" magazine. Generations of college students had taken their toll on the place. The front lawn had been the parking spot for countless old cars, the paint on the outside was peeling, and the interior walls had more holes and patches over holes than anyone could count. The Health Department would most likely have closed down the kitchen if they got a whiff of the place. And the rugs were disgusting. It was home.

What once would have been a large living room was now the party room. We had the pool table set up there, along with two old couches, a couple of chairs around a tiny table, and the biggest TV we could scrounge from the second hand store. Bill had a bed in his room, but both Hank and I made do with mattresses on the floors of ours. We studied a little, played a lot of pool, partied when we got the chance, and drank beer on those rare nights when we could score some.

Here we had a Friday night, a full six-pack, and a ballgame due to start on the tube, and then Bill lays this haymaker on us. Unbelievable!

Our precious suds lay untouched, cooling in the fridge. The game started in exciting fashion, with the Royals scoring 2 in the top of the 1st, and the Sox replying in the bottom with three. I was trying to sink some balls on the pool table, but my heart really wasn't into it. And Hank actually had a book in his lap, pretending to study, but he wasn't fooling anybody. We impatiently waited for Bill, who should have gotten off work down at the bookstore at seven. It usually took him only 10 minutes to get home, but that night he was late. As the beer got colder, we got hotter.

When we finally heard his car rattle in out front, we were ready for blood. My mouth opened when the door did, angry words hanging off my lips, and I just bit them off in the nick of time, as Tina walked into the room. Bill followed, smiling. He had a wicked funny look on his face. Tina smiled too, when she recognized Hank and me.

All four of us came from the same small town, down in the rural part of the state. Small town, small school, and everybody knew everybody, and everybody's business. Bill had been an athlete, Hank was an anonymous nobody, and I was the class clown. Tina was the beauty that no one could touch. As far as anyone knew, she didn't date at all in high school. Lots of guys took a shot at her, but she just was not interested. She finished up near the top of the class, was every teacher's favorite student, but socially she was invisible. I didn't even know she was going to State. This was a big place, and if somebody wasn't in one of your classes, you might never see them.

But here she was, walking through our front door with Bill. Tina was a pretty thing, about five-four, trim, but with curves. She wore her dark hair short, kinda framing her face. She had a great smile, and she always dressed well. That night she wore a purple tailored blouse and one of those faded denim miniskirts that had the worn, frizzy look around the bottom hem. And I forgot all about the beer when I saw her.

"Look who I found, just walking past the book store."

"Hi guys, long time, no see."

Hank and I each got the friendly, if somewhat indifferent hug, and then we stood at the door catching up on the ole what's your major and what are you doing these days, stuff. Finally, somebody suggested we sit down, and we all plopped down on the old couches. Tina sat with Bill, and Hank and I sat across from them on the other one. Those couches were the type that would suck you in if you sat back in them, and you had to wiggle and lunge to get back out. Tina spotted that right away, and seeing as how she was wearing that short skirt, she just settled in on the edge, with her knees together, her ankles crossed, and her hands pressed in between her thighs, pressing the fabric between her lovely thighs, so she wouldn't give us any panty shots up that short skirt. She sat upright, the picture of decorum, just like back in high school. She seemed a bit stiff and uncomfortable.

"Who needs a beer?"

That's when I finally remembered the beer. Bill was heading into the kitchen, apparently perfectly willing to give away our beer. I was gonna follow him into the kitchen and suggest maybe he shouldn't be so generous with our suds, when Tina spoke up.

"None for me. I don't want to get sick like last time."

"No problemo, my lady. Hey guys, did I mention that I saw Tina a couple of weeks ago at that party over at the TAU's? Don't tell her mom, but she was just a little bit ripped."

Tina squirmed a bit at that revelation.

"I am so ashamed. I don't remember anything about that party. I just woke up in some upstairs room just as it was getting light. I think one of the other girls must have had them carry me up there, and she put me to bed to sleep it off."

So Bill handed beers to Hank and me, and he opened one for himself, and then we all turned to the TV. The Sox had the bases loaded in the bottom of the 4th, and nobody out. By the time they were through with Perez, the Royals' starting pitcher gave up 4 runs, and the reliever got lit up for 3 more. We were shouting and cheering, and drinking our beers, and when I looked over, Tina was asking Bill for a slug of his. She took one swallow, and then after smiling at him, she chugged the rest. By the end of the next inning, she had her own beer, and she was working on it pretty good.

Tina's mood lightened up quickly. And I don't think it was just because the Sox were winning. The beer had her laughing and moving around; she was talking with her hands, flailing her arms and cheering over just about anything that happened during the game. Her posture relaxed and by then she had settled back into the couch, leaning back, and she wasn't at all careful about her skirt, or her legs, or what she might be showing to Hank and me. By the way, her panties were red.

In the 8th inning, the Royals loaded the bases with no outs. Tina was totally caught up in the game, and she seemed terrified that the Sox were going to blow another one. Bill had his arm resting on the back of the couch, so when Tine turned to him to bury her head in his shoulder, so she wouldn't have to watch what was happening at the game, he of course wrapped his arm around her and hugged her close. What a guy!

It was the first un-assisted triple play I've ever seen. Jones hit a screaming liner over the mound, but Garcia had snuck over behind 2nd for a pick-off attempt, and he was in perfect position to snag it, step on the bag, and then tag the runner coming in from 1st. It was amazing, and we all stood to cheer. That is, Hank and I stood. Tina was busy laying this huge kiss on Bill, so he didn't get up. She had rolled over on top of him and was straddling him with her knees on the couch, and both hands on his face, and she was kissing the heck out of him. That skirt rode up, showing quite a bit more red panty than before, and although he had been holding his hands out to the side when Tina attacked him, he quickly wrapped them around her waist, squeezing her into him. She giggled with pleasure, and then rammed her tongue into his mouth. He answered by sliding his hands down to her butt, and he started massaging her cheeks. Her rounded cheeks peered out from the edges of those red panties. She was busy grinding her crotch into him and groaning, and just Frenching Bill like crazy.

Hank and I looked at each other and just shrugged. There went our beer, and Bill was getting all the benefit.

Tina suddenly just stopped everything, stood up facing Bill, pulled her skirt down and straightened everything out, and pretended like nothing at all had happened. She looked over at the pool table.

"Hey, who's the best pool shark here?"

Bill and Hank both pointed toward me.

"Well, rack em up. We're gonna shoot some 8-ball. I'll play you for the last beer."

Why not? The ballgame was almost over, and I was the best pool player in the house, and I wanted that last beer. I didn't see any reason to tell her that there were actually two left. I was pretty hot and bothered after watching Tina and Bill munching on each other, and standing behind the pool table would hide that throbbing hard-on I was sporting. Concentrating on some stick would probably let that darn thing relax, at least until Tina left, and I could go whack off. Or so I thought.

The top button on Tina's blouse had managed to come un-done during that whole triple play deal, and she didn't seem to notice. Her bra was red, too. My hard-on was not going to get any rest just because we were playing pool, because every time Tina bent over to take a shot, no matter where I was standing, I saw red. If I was behind her, I was looking at red panties that barely covered her ass, as she spread her legs and bent over the table. If I was in front, I was looking down her blouse at a skimpy red low cut filmy clingy revealing yet teasing bra that barely encased that luscious pair of breasts. Her blouse was cut loose, and it ballooned out when she bent over, giving me a front row seat and a priceless view. Her nipples protruded into the soft fabric, tenting it out a bit, and leaving those tantalizing little wrinkles that radiated out in a circle. The barest hint of pink slipped past the guard of the fabric on one side, and as she moved around lining up her shots, the whole contrivance slid back and forth, showing and then hiding her treasure.

I missed a lot of shots, just so Tina would have to shoot more often. My cock was straining against denim, and my mouth was going dry, and I was holding on to my cue stick so hard that I must have left indentations in the darn thing. But I had to do that, or else I would have jumped over the table, ripped off her clothes, and sucked on her tits.

But even playing as badly as I was, I was in serious danger of winning the game. Bill kept signaling me, acting like he was choking himself, trying to get me to throw the game. Whenever Tina's back was to him, he kept pointing at her, and then doing the pantomime of drinking a beer, and pointing to her again. She was dead serious about winning the game, but she really wasn't very good at it. I was down to just the 8-ball, and I had a straight in shot to end the game. Bill was jeering me and throwing couch pillows at me trying to mess up my shot. And Tina walked over, close behind me, and then whispered in my ear.

"Hey Frank, are you still ticklish like you were in high school?"

With that, she dug her fingers into my ribs and started to torture me. I shot upright in a second. Tina was giggling like a mad woman. Her tits were bouncing around under my nose, and I didn't want to stare at them, because I didn't want her to discover how exposed she was, but she was laughing so hard her eyes were closed. I looked over at Bill, and he did the "T" thing with his hands. Time out.

"Hey, you two. There are two beers left. Let me get them for you."

And he gave Tina one, and we three guys were left with the last. Which I thought was weird, but then I am as dense as a pine 2X4. With her own beer, Tina just got happier and happier. He pool game went completely to shit, but I still hadn't sunk that damn 8-ball, so on we played. I didn't mind, cause I really wasn't doing anything but staring down her blouse at those tits. I finally had an open shot on the 8, and bent over to line it up. I was ready to pull the trigger, when Tina snuck in behind me again. This time she slid her hand up the inside of my thigh, all the way up to where she wedged the side of her index finger into my butt crack, and tickled the back of my ball sack. I didn't make that shot either.

She was laughing so hard, she could hardly find the ball she was supposed to try to sink. When she finally located it, and bent over to shoot, I figured some revenge was in order, so I slithered over and started to tickle her. Tina squealed and slammed her elbows into her side, mashing my hands.

"You bastard! Let me shoot."

"OK, I promise."

I lied. As soon as she bent over again, I moved in for the tickle. Still bent over the table, panties peeking out past the fuzzy fringe of her skirt hem, she slammed her elbows into her side. No tickle for me. But what the heck, so I just slid my hand up her bare inner thigh until I wedged the side of my index finger into her butt crack, and the back half of her pussy. Two things happened. She jumped about three feet, straight up. And I realized that her panties were hot, wet, and slippery.

When she landed, she turned around and faced me, nose to nose, with this really weird look in her eyes. I thought maybe I was going to get slapped, but Tina just grabbed my face and pulled it down so she could kiss me. She wrapped both arms around my neck and assailed my face with her mouth. She was pressing her body into mine and rubbing against me. Then she backed up half a step, smiled up into my face, pulled the front of her skirt up over her panties, and then grabbed my right hand and shoved it up between her thighs, deep into her crotch, and started to grind it into her. Even I can take such a hint.

So there I was hugging and kissing her, and my hand was working back and forth across the front of her pussy and she was sucking air and groaning and I thought my lips were going to disappear down her throat. I opened my eyes when I reached for her breast, and Bill's hand was already there. He was standing behind her, arms wrapped around and both hands cupping breasts. He was massaging and squeezing her nipples while I was ramming my tongue down her throat and rubbing her crotch, and there was Hank, down on the floor, working his hands up and down her inner thighs, grabbing her butt cheeks and sliding in and out of her panties and into her slit each time my hand moved out of the way. And Tina was coming in my hands, and Bill's hands, and Hank's hands.

"Ugh!! Ugh!! Oh God!! Ugh!! Shit Fuck Fuck Fuck! EIEAAAAA!!"

Tina seemed to be enjoying herself. She was twitching all over, rolling her head back and forth, sucking air in through clenched teeth, with her eyes closed and her face all twisted into funny shapes. She had my hand in hers and she was rubbing it into her clit with all her might. She let out one more screech, and then kinda melted in my arms. When her eyes finally opened, she gave me a sly smile, and spoke in a quiet, raspy voice.

"Oh God! I hope you guys have more of that, cause I need it. I need it bad. Somebody help me with these."

Her hands had moved up to the buttons on her blouse, and she was busily un-doing them. We were glad to help in any way we could. I opened up the front of her blouse, pulling the tails out from her waistband. Her bra was still fastened, but one breast had escaped its captivity, thanks to Bills ministrations. She had a neat tan line that ran diagonally, just past her nipple, leaving the skin quite white, except for the flush we had apparently created. She was breathing fast and hard, and her tits moved up and down in front of my eyes.

Bill lifted the blouse off her up stretched arms and dropped it on the pool table. Then he popped the clasp between her shoulder blades. She dropped her arms and shrugged the bra off. It fell at her feet. Hank meanwhile, had dropped the zipper on the back of her skirt, and it slipped off her hips, along with those red panties, down to her ankles. She stepped out and kicked them away. Standing bare naked, right in front of me, her arms hanging straight by her sides, she smiled again. When I reached over to slide my finger tips across the ends of her nipples, she shuddered.

I leaned over to kiss her breast, and she stopped me.

"Frank, I love that, but I really, rally need you inside me."

I didn't have a problem with that. Tina had my pants off in moments, and on her knees, she took my cock into her hands and mouth, sucking me even bigger and harder than I was. I couldn't believe how good it felt, or how hot I was. She was backed up to the couch, so I took her hands in mine, lifted her to her feet, and then pushed her backwards onto the couch. She smiled again, leaned back, lifted her knees and parted her legs, and pulled me into her. Twas a collision of mega-proportions.

I was in no condition to wait for her. I commenced thrusting in and out, as hard and fast as any selfish young stud in history. I was ready to come within moments, but I was so taken aback by another of Tina's massive orgasms, that I had to stop and watch. She was not waiting for me. She had somehow managed to place the soles of her feet flat on my ass, and by grabbing her ankles with her hands, she used them to crush me into her clit even harder than my youthful enthusiasm had propelled me. Her face contorted, her head twisted back, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she commenced a yodel that must have reverberated well down the block. Sweat broke out in beads on her red breasts, which were heaving back and forth with my rhythm.

I kept pounding away, my own needs forgotten momentarily, as she repeated this display three more times. When she finally started to wind down, my cock reminded me why I was there. My thrusts resumed their urgency, and after holding out until lightning shot through my eyes, I blew my load deep into her. If this were a romance novel, I would have collapsed upon her, and we would have melted into the afterglow. But two strong hands pulled me to the side, and Bill took my place between Tina's legs. He had his big cock in his hand, and he wasted no time slipping it into her. She hardly noticed the switch.

I sat back on the floor, leaning against the other couch, and slowly playing myself back into another hard-on. I was looking up at Bill's bare ass and the sight of his cock sliding in and out of Tina's pussy, and there was Hank feeding his dick to her open mouth from the side. She was moaning and gurgling as she suckled on his rod, while her legs flailed aimlessly in the air. Hank and Bill both exploded into her respective openings at about the same time. When they backed away, Tina lay back in the couch, cream dripping from her pussy, legs spread carelessly, as she wiped cum from her mouth with the back of one hand.

Tina's eyes seemed out to focus, but then they snapped back to now, and she locked them on mine. She smiled and wagged her index finger at me. I stepped over to her, and she leaned forward to grasp my cock, sucking it into her mouth. After she had sucked me hard again, she invited me back between her legs. I took my time this time, pleasuring myself without coming right away, and she lay there moaning with each thrust, her neck glowing red and tits swaying back and forth. Tina was in some kind of trance at that point, her eyes on mine but not at all focused. She was in total ecstasy.

Bill sidled over and whispered into my ear, "Still mad I gave away your beer?"

"Uh, no. This'll do."

Suddenly I felt Tina's muscles clamping down on my cock, and she came again with a new intensity. That was all I needed, and I felt my explosion forcing its way out of my cock. Wham, and I spurted over and over into her. I thrust fiercely, flailing away at that slippery hole a few more times, but my cock was shrinking and I finally fell out.

"No, no, don't stop!"

"Here, let me help out."

With that, Hank slipped between Tina's legs and into her cleft. A wry smile crept over her face, and she slipped back into that trance-like state of pure pleasure.

The three of us tried our best to keep up with Tina's needs. She sucked us hard again, and we took turns venting ourselves into her pleasure port. Hours passed, and even my youthful cock finally gave up trying. When I headed off to bed, Hank was pounding into her, but he was too tired to come again. Bill was asleep on the couch. The last thing I heard before I went unconscious on my old mattress on the floor was the sound of the front door closing.

A couple of weeks passed, and we all got back into the routine of classes, studying, and fruitlessly trying to score more beer. The playoffs had started, and although the Sox hadn't made it, we sat down to watch the game. None of us expected the doorbell to ring.

I swung the door open, and there stood Tina, wearing that same denim miniskirt and a white tank top. She clearly had left the bra home that night, for her perfectly formed breasts swung free just under the thin, translucent fabric, and her perky nipples peered out at me. It took a moment before I spotted the cold six-pack in her hand.

"Hi Frank....Are you still ticklish?"