In reality, they'd had a few things to figure out for a while. As their time in college accelerated to a close, and as their future grew increasingly cloudy, she wondered if she'd done the right things, or wasted an opportunity.
She loved him, more than anything, and she saw a future with him, but they'd been unable to find jobs very close to one another, and in a month's time, they'd be apart for the first time since that terrible summer after their freshman year. It was why they'd both chosen to summer in their college town, to be together, but if their end was inevitable, should Stacy have cut the cord earlier, and enjoyed a different kind of college experience?
Not that she was complaining. She loved college. She'd made so many great friends, and her five roommates were like family. She'd had more than her share of fun. Their typical weekend was Stacy out with her friends, Joe with his idiot friends, and then they'd meat up after bar close.
Her roommates were always giving her a hard time, when she'd start inching towards the door at the end of the night. Time to go fuck Joe, they teased, and they had reason to do so. When they were younger, in the first year or two they were dating, they had quite the reputation for a wild sex life. Recently, though, things had cooled down. Way down. In a way, it was what bothered Stacy the most; even when things were hard, they had great sexual chemistry. Lately, though, it was taking real effort.
But she thought Joe was trying, and tonight was proof. It was "guys night." The one night she'd been unwelcome to sleep at his place. From what she knew, he, his two roommates, and a friend of theirs got together, watched a game, got stupid drunk, and made asses of themselves. No girlfriends allowed. At least, that's what she always thought, but a few weeks ago she'd driven by Joe's house on "guys night," and a car belonging to one of his roommates girlfriend was parked out front. After that, she'd start agitating about attending "guys night" before graduation, and though Joe had pushed back, eventually he gave in.
She'd always kind of been one of the guys, anyway. She was the only girlfriend who liked sports, and could basically keep up when the guys were drinking.
Stacy swung the car door open, and stepped out into the street. Her long, thin legs were just starting to catch a tan, and they she knew they looked great in these tiny, white shorts. She was wearing a pink tank top, and her long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail under a ball cap. Perfectly casual for sports and guys night, she thought.
Joe had lived the last three years in the upstairs of a dumpy, two-story house just off campus. Stacy hated it, but it wasn't any worse than where her other guy friends lived. Joe lived with his freshman roommate, Matt, and their friend, Mark. They both had long-term girlfriends, but they were a little less mature than Joe.
Stacy paused outside Joe's door, and readied herself for what she expected to be a stupid night. She figured they'd watch the game, swill too much beer, and she'd go to bed in Joe's room early. The important thing was that she was invited, she told herself, as she let herself in.
The living room was at the far end of an L-shaped hallway. A sectional couch ran along the far wall, and out into the room, a beat-up recliner next to the it. Typical guys, they had two TVs, either of which was too large for the smallish room. A soccer game was on one TV, the other blank.
Joe came over and greeted her with a kiss, and she could tell he was a little nervous. Matt and Mark were sitting on the couch, already shouting at each other.
"Hey toot," Mark called over his shoulder. They'd been calling her that for four years, and she didn't love it, but tonight she was determined to be one of the guys.
"Hi shitheel," she replied, smiling, using the nickname she knew the other roommates used. Mark scowled at her, and then laughed.
"It's whiskey night. Grab a glass. There's spaghetti on the stove." Matt told her, not looking away from the TV.
"You can drink whatever, "Joe reassured, putting a hand around her tight little waste. "It's entirely up to you."
"Whiskey night is whiskey night," Stacy responded, grabbing a glass from the cupboard. It was covered in water spots, which seemed about right, she thought. Four or five different bottles of whiskey were on the counter, and as she selected one, she was sure this was going to be a shitshow. She knew how they acted when they drank liquor. It usually ended with one of them naked on the lawn, or passed out by the toilet. It was never good.
Stacy took her first sip, and it burned the back of her throat. She wasn't much of a liquor drinker, but she'd do her best tonight.
"Fuckin hope I didn't get any on me." A voice called out, drawing nearer down the hall. It was Brian, the fourth leg of her Joe's idiot stool of friends. "Oh, hey Stace. Joe's bathroom is disgusting."
Stacy smiled and sat down on the couch. Mark had disappeared, and Matt was locked in on the TV, slurping spaghetti into his mouth.
For a while, they all sat and watched the game. Stacy wasn't into soccer, so she didn't really know the teams or what the guys were yelling about, but they were definitely yelling. At the TV, at each other, at nothing at all. One glass of whiskey turned into two, and by the time she stood up to get the third, she couldn't help but notice she was a little wobbly on her legs.
Walking to the kitchen, she checked out Joe. She really did love him, and he was great looking and in terrific shape. Whiskey always made her so horny; she hoped he'd stay sober enough to get it up later. Assuming he showed much interest at all, she thought to herself, as she tried not to stumble down the hall to use the restroom.
When she returned, the room was louder still, but with a complete different kind of sound. It sounded like...sex?
Stacy walked back into the room, and the second TV was on, showing some really raunchy porn. She shot a look at Joe, who gave a half shrug, muttering "guys night."
"Toot!" Mark called out. "Guys night tradition. Drinks, sports, and pussy!" She could tell he thought he was torturing her, but she knew better. She had watched porn with Joe plenty of times, and she actually liked it, maybe more than he did.
She plopped herself down on the couch between Matt and Brian, crossed her legs, and took a sip of her drink. "Cool," she said, taking another sip."
The video they were watching was a big breasted brunette giving a black guy head. Stacy liked interracial porn, and she'd told Joe when they watched together, so she wondered if this was his doing, though it would be out of character, recently.
Stacy kept sipping her drink, as the guys all said all sorts of nasty stuff about the girl on screen. Eventually, the scene ended, and another started. Nobody was paying any attention to the game, and now they were all watching to girls playing with each other. A guy entered the room, and they were taking turns blowing him.
Stacy was getting kind of turned on, and she briefly wondered if she could sneak away to Joe's room to take care of the issue.
"You like this shit, toot?" Mark asked from behind her. He was standing behind the couch, so Stacy turned and shot him a look.
"Is this what you guys do on your guys night? Watch porn and jerk each other off?" Stacy teased.
"Joe, maybe." Matt laughed in reply.
Stacy turned toward Joe and gave him a teasing look. "Yeah?"
Joe looked at his shoes, his face beat red.
"What am I missing here?" Stacy asked.
"I caught your boy pulling his pud in the shower this morning." Matt said, and the guys erupted with laughter.
Stacy looked at Joe, who was still looking at his shoes. She felt badly for him.
"Well," she replied, "if I masturbated in the shower this morning, there's no reason he shouldn't."
Stacy couldn't help but laugh as the guys yelped and jumped around.
"No shit!" Mark almost yelled in reply. "Joe, your girl isn't getting enough, so she's doing it herself."
Stacy got a little angry at that. "Fuck that," she responded. "Half the time, I let him watch." The guys went crazy again. "In fact, a few weeks ago you guys were all gone, and I did it right there." she said, pointing at the end of the couch.
"No fucking way!" Brian called out. "That's fucking great. Mary would never..."
Stacy took another drink. She kind of liked how stupid they were all being about it. She liked masturbating for Joe, and she knew he liked it too.
"Sure," Stacy replied again. She also liked that none of them were watching the TV anymore. "Hold on." She jumped up off the couch, onto shaky legs, and bounded down the hall.
Entering Joe's room, she'd been keeping some sex toys here, the ones he liked best. There was a rabbit vibrator, and a longer, realistic dildo. Grabbing them both out of his closet, she returned to the living room.
"See?" she said, sitting back on the couch.
"What the fuck?" Mark almost whispered.
"I like this one," Stacy said, waving the rabbit at them. "But Joe really likes it when I use this one." She showed them the dildo.
"So what?" Brian asked, "you just lay there, and..."
"Yeah," Stacy replied. Something about how interested they were, the way they were all so quietly hanging on her every word, was really, really turning her on. Stacy stood up and moved to the end of the couch, which was empty. She sat back on the couch, and taking the red rabbit, she spread her legs a little and rubbed it between them. "Usually, he sits in the chair beside his bed. I lay back, take off my panties, and start rubbing it on myself."
The guys were all sitting forward in their seats, staring at her. Their eyes were burning into her, and she felt so hot, so wanted in a way she hadn't felt in forever. Joe was standing behind them, and she could tell from the look on his face that he was turned on too. It was a face she hadn't seen in a while, and she didn't want to let it go.
"How does it work?" Matt asked, quietly.
"Like this." Stacy pushed the button, and the vibrating ears sprung to life. She pushed it against the outside of her shorts, and it felt nice, even with so much between her and the toy. She had only meant to turn it on for a second, but it felt so nice, she kept rubbing herself with it. Running her free hand over her stomach, she lowered the tips of her fingers under the wasteband of her shorts.
"Sometimes," she whispered, "it's nice to tease him, to not let him see everything at first." She pushed her fingers into her shorts, and found a lot of wet already waiting for her. She started to play with her clit, her pulse quickening. It felt so nice, and she almost started to forget she wasn't alone. Then she unbuttoned her shorts, and pushing them down her long legs, she was left only in a pair of red lacy panties.
"It feels so nice like this," she whispered, the guys all transfixed on her. She ran the tip of the toy across her clit, and then down across her dripping wet panties, Pulling them aside, she pushed just the tip inside. "It can also turn." she said, as she activated the other part of the toy. It slid in so easily, she was really turned on, and she turned and watched the porn on the screen as she started to slowly fuck herself.
The room was silent, other than the sound of her, and the TV. She slid the toy in and out, getting herself hotter and hotter. "It feels best all the way in," she said, turning and looking at the guys. She could see they were all transfixed on her, only Matt starting to touch himself through his gym shorts. "so you can feel all of it." Pushing it in as far as she could, she felt herself grow closer and closer to climax. With her free hand, she pulled her tank top down, and started playing with her small breasts. She liked to pinch her nipples, and they sprung immediately to attention.
But she didn't want to finish, yet. Removing the toy, she tossed it aside, and took a hold of the much longer, more realistic looking dildo. "This is what Joe likes, though," she said, as she slid the tip of it into her dripping we pussy. Arching her back, she let out a moan as the toy stretched her open. Her free hand started to play with her clit, as she slowly slid an inch or two of the toy in and out.
Moaning, she looked back at them. "Joe likes to see it split me open, don't you babe?" She slid more of the toy into her, and now she was taking more than half of it. Slowly she fucked herself, looking down at herself so she could see the toy disappearing and reappearing from her. She fucked herself a little harder, really rubbing her clit, when she looked up. All of the guys had their cocks in their hands, which turned her on more than anything she'd ever seen before. It was so sexy, knowing all four of them were jerking themselves off, only turned on by her and what she was doing.
Removing the toy, she sat up and sucked on it for a second. Rising to her feet, she pulled down her panties and removed her top. The toy had a large suction cup on the end. She licked it, and then stuck it to the corner of the coffee table.
"Last weekend, when you were all gone, I put it on this table, and Joe sat right there and jerked off while I fucked myself." She cooed. Lowering herself onto the toy, she slowly started to bounce up and down on it. It felt so good, deep inside her, and she knew she wouldn't last long. The sight of four cocks, all getting worked to her, was too much. With a loud moan, she pushed herself all the way down onto the toy, her body exploding in a loud orgasm.
"FUCK!" she screamed, having lost all control. "That feels so good. You dirty boys keep jerking yourselves off while I fuck myself!"
She could hear the guys breathing deeper as she kept going. Closing her eyes to enjoy it, she thought she heard something, and then she felt it. A shot of something warm across her breasts. Opening her eyes, Mark was standing next to her, shooting a huge load directly at her. She wanted to feel disgusted, but it was actually really hot. So hot, in fact, she found herself orgasming again.
Moaning as she rode the toy, she felt his cum drip down her tits. Looking at Mark, she said "well, who is next." Mark jumped to his feet, barely making it to her before he shot cum all over her. Brian immediately followed, and now she was covered in the cum of all her boyfriend's closest friends.
Slowing down, she looked at Joe, who was slowly jerking himself off behind the recliner. "Babe," she said, smiling at him, "you get special treatment. Please come here."
Joe slowly walked toward her. Staying on the dildo, Stacy let him draw near, and then wrapped her fingers around his cock. She licked the tip of his dick, and then slowly swallowed him. Joe moaned the kind of moan she knew meant he wouldn't last long, so she started sucking him as quickly and hard as she could. She felt his hands grab the back of her head, and he held her in place as he fucked her face hard and long. She felt him grunt, and pushing him away, she took his cock back in her hand and stroked him at her face. She'd only let him cum on her face once, and she knew it was a big fantasy of his. Wanting to be the best performer she could, she stroked him until he shot the biggest, thickest load she'd ever seen from him directly at her lips. Shot after shot landed on her face, covering her lips and cheeks, and dripping down her chin.
Joe stumbled back, and sat on the couch. The guys were scattered about, limp dicks in hand, panting and watching her.
Stacy slowly pulled herself up and off the toy, and leaving it where it was, she walked as confidently as she could down the hall, knowing they were all looking at her tight ass she she did. Entering the bathroom, she found a towel and started to clean herself up. Wiping the cum from her body, she couldn't wait to get Joe alone. She was sure she'd get the fucking of her life after a show like that, and she had every intention of fucking an answer out of him.
What, exactly, had happened at other guys nights?
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