Prologue: Lucky Charm

She was going to be late! Sarah had been looking forward to tonight for quite a while. She wasn’t going to let some stupid jacket get in the way, but she had to have it. She always wore her jacket. Not because it was cold out, but because it just added that little extra something. She always got compliments on it and found it to be lucky on more than one occasion.

“Under the bed, big fucking surprise,” she thought.

They always ended up there, jackets, shirts, hair ties. Granted in her defense, she didn’t always have a say in the matter. 

She was out the door for no more than two minutes before she was back again.

“Fucking phone!” she swore.

“I swear if I had a nickel for every time I forgot to grab this damn thing,” she muttered to herself.

She only had fifteen minutes to get there. Not to worry, she knew a couple of shortcuts. Just as long as she didn’t lock her keys in her car again, she would be good to go. 

Admittedly it wasn’t her favorite venue, but it was a good band tonight and she was excited. She hadn’t been there for more than fifteen minutes before one of her favorite songs came on. Time to put her lucky jacket to the test. She started to dance her way through the smokey room towards the middle of the crowd. Dancing always took her to a different place and she loved it.

Most of the girls on the floor were dancing next to their men.

“That's fine,” she thought, “I don’t mind a challenge.”

Besides, with this band everyone ended up grinding on everyone else anyway. Didn’t matter who was with who. After what felt like a lifetime on the floor, she went to the bar. Not a bad start to her night. She had locked eyes with a couple of different people and her jacket seemed to be paying off.

No more than a minute at the bar when she heard a voice behind her.

“Love that jacket!”

Her smile formed instantly and she turned around. She had seen those eyes on the floor staring her down.

“Thanks,” she said.

“What's your drink?” the voice asked.

“Moscow Mule,” she replied.

She had always loved this drink. The mint garnish always made her nose tingle. They started talking and hit it off right away. At first, it was just talking, then it was back to the dance floor. More drinks soon followed, and another round of dancing.

Their bodies were perfect for each other. While they danced, she couldn’t help but notice one of the musicians. She always had a thing for singers, but she was going to have to put that thought on hold. 

Chapter 1: Two Dimes and a Nickel

Our Cab driver drove off and we made our way to my front door. My car was safe until tomorrow. I didn’t want to risk anything with Serenity on the line.

It was just like at the bar, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. First, we were making out against the front door. Then up against the wall. Then straight to the bedroom.

My jacket fell on the floor and was kicked under the bed. My shirt followed suit, if you could call it a shirt. It was a mesh crop top that hung low on my chest. My body had some curves and this shirt showed them off perfectly. Those hands knew all the right places to touch me. Up my leg, down my back, and finally I felt that little click. My bra slid off and I was flung on my back.

My eyes closed and I began to lose myself with every new sensation. My God, it felt fucking incredible. I felt my way down my body and then pulled straight in. Their head was locked in between my legs and I felt their tongue sliding in and out of my pussy, drinking in every bit.

It went on and on. I felt like one more lick to my clit and I would explode. Finally with a scream, my mind went blank. My body flexed and my legs trembled out of control. I couldn’t remember the last time I had an orgasm this good!

I woke up slowly, and rolled over. My sheets were still wet from the night before. As I pulled off the blanket, I heard the shower going. I got up out of bed and walked across the room to my mirror. My hair was a mess and I could see clothes everywhere.

“What an amazing night!" I thought.

With a smile, I turned around and saw some underwear on the floor. I reached down and picked it up.

“Hmm, same brand I wear."

I crossed the room towards the shower and couldn’t help but whisper to myself, “I love that jacket.”

2 Weeks later.

“Deeper! Deeper!” I screamed.

I could feel Kristen’s tongue going further and further inside my pussy, and I couldn’t wait anymore.

“Okay, give me some!" I moaned.

She brought her tongue straight from my pussy to my mouth. I began to suck my own juices off her tongue. God, it tasted so good. While I sucked, I could feel her fingers inside of me.

“More," I told her.

She licked me over and over again, pausing only to let me have a taste. We had been fucking for over an hour, and I could tell her tongue was getting tired. She got up and climbed on top of me. I proceeded to eat out her pussy for another 20 minutes. Once she finally reached her climax, she sat over me and let her throbbing pussy drip into my mouth. 

We had been going out for a couple of weeks. She was such an amazing girl. She was smart, sexy, and confident and we were all about each other. We hung out a lot, usually going to different bars we both liked to see live music.

Every time we went out, we had a great time. Admittedly though, I couldn’t help but check out other people while we were dancing. That's just what I did at bars. Don’t get me wrong, I always gave Kristen my attention, but sometimes I couldn’t help but glance at other people.

One night when we were out, I was super excited. The same band that we had seen the night we met was playing again. The one with the sexy singer. I loved their music, and so did Kristen. It was pretty aggressive and really got us going.

After some drinks, we hit the floor. We were grinding all over each other. Kristen always liked to turn me on while we were dancing, I liked that about her. We were facing the band when her hands slid right over my tits. With a slight squeeze, she pulled them into my body. I remember closing my eyes and just letting the pleasure wash over me.

It happened so fast that I almost missed it. While my eyes were closed, my brain pictured the band's singer fucking me. I felt an intense rush of pleasure surge through my body. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Our eyes met. She was very attractive. Once the moment had passed, I was back to thinking about Kristen. We kept on dancing late into the night, and eventually went home. 

Kristen was my type of girl. We laughed together and had a lot in common. As the weeks went by, we got closer and closer. I felt like I was really getting to know her. She and I could talk about anything. It didn’t matter what it was.

Given that our relationship started the way it did, it wasn’t a big surprise to either of us that it developed into a pretty physical one as well. As much as we liked talking to each other and hanging out, my God did we love to fuck.

We had fucked on my bed, my couch, my living room table, in the shower, the balcony outside, in the car, by the pool, the list was endless. I loved her body. I swear the number of times I caught myself checking her out right after she got out of the shower or while she was getting dressed was ridiculous. She was slender like me and had such amazingly soft skin. She wasn’t as curvy as me, but she still had an incredible ass.

Her smile was beautiful, and I loved her hair. She had a shorter style cut that was pretty edgy. It was very sexy. She was into pretty intense sex which I didn’t mind. She told me she had been with other girls before, and knew what she was doing. She wasn't kidding.

We got talking more, and I asked her what the craziest thing she had ever done in the bedroom was. She told me that she had been involved in an orgy once, and it really turned me on. I told her I had always wanted to try a threesome. It was in a joking kind of way, but I think she knew that I was interested.

After another couple weeks, Kristen told me she had a surprise. She said she was planning something for my birthday that was coming up, but wouldn’t tell me what it was. I told her I didn’t want anything fancy. She just laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Girl, you are gonna be halfway through your twenties, and we are gonna do this right!” she said with a smirk.

As the weeks crept on, I was excited to see what she had planned. I couldn’t help but imagine what she was planning. Was it a vacation? Or was it something different, like a gift? I like surprises, so as much as I wanted to know, I didn’t at the same time.

Finally, it came to the day of my birthday. We went out for breakfast and then spent the day at the beach. She wore a very sexy bikini that showed off her gorgeous ass. I couldn’t stop staring at her. We had a great time and finished the evening with dinner. After that, we went to a nightclub to dance. 

It was like we were the only two people in the room. We’d been dancing for a while and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I was wearing a very short skirt and a small spaghetti-strap top. She took full advantage of that all night.

She pulled me in real close, and I could feel her hard tits pressing up against me. I slid my hands up her back and kissed her. She spun me around, and we both went super low. Pushing my knees apart, she slid her hands up my thighs. I felt so sexy with my legs spread wide for everyone to see. It was dark aside from the colored lights, and I wondered if anyone had noticed the wet spot forming on my thong.

The more I got turned on, the more she wanted to push me. She would slowly pull my top up so that my tits were centimeters from being out. I didn’t try to stop her. I liked feeling exposed. There were people all around us, and occasionally I noticed people checking us out.

After a while, we went upstairs to the balcony that overlooked the dance floor. Although the club was busy, there was no one else up there at the moment. It was a little darker and much more secluded. There was a thin railing with bars that you could see through that looked out over the floor.

She shoved me against the railing and started making out with me. Without waiting, her hands found their way down my body, straight to my pussy. Slowly she started fingering me, making slow circles around my clit. My knees buckled slightly from the pleasure.

I put my arms around her and felt her kiss my neck. After a couple of minutes, she brought her fingers up, and I watched her lick my pussy juice off them. She stared into my eyes as she licked them clean, then spun me around so that I was facing the railing.

Slowly, she guided my body to go lower. Once we were low enough, I felt her hands slowly spread my legs again. She slid her fingers right underneath my thong, and started to rub all over. My pussy was soaking wet. I let out a moan and started making out with her.

After a minute, I turned to look out on the dance floor. Through the dark, I noticed a really attractive girl watching us from below. With Kristen's fingers dancing over my clit, I forced my legs open a little wider, hoping she could see. 

I looked right at her, and she looked right back without blinking. She smiled at me and slowly took a sip of her drink. She was wearing a silky cocktail dress and showing lots of cleavage.

I let out a moan and clenched the bars in front of me. Kristen was circling my clit over and over. My pussy was dripping. I felt her put her fingers deep inside my pussy, and bring them to my mouth. I looked straight at the girl below us and slowly started licking Kristen’s fingers.

The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise. I could tell she liked what she was seeing. Kristen started fingering me again. It felt so good. I started grinding my hips against her body. It felt amazing to be so open in front of another girl.

My hands reached up and slid the shirt straps off my shoulders. I glanced down at my shirt and slowly started pulling it down. I looked back at the girl, and just as I had hoped, she was watching intently. Staring right at her, I pulled lower and lower until finally, I felt my tits slip out.

Reaching my hands up, I started fondling my breasts in front of her. Kristen had noticed her too.

She whispered in my ear, “Oo, I like her. Let’s show you off a bit more, shall we?”

Kristen grabbed my tiny thong and slid it aside, spreading my pussy wide open with her fingers. I watched the girl's eyes move slowly down my body and stop right in between my legs. Knowing she could see everything, I spread my legs as wide as I could to give her a better view. She just sat there gazing longingly at my open pussy.

While she watched, I ran my hands up through my hair, giving her a clear view of my breasts as well. Her eyes ran slowly up and down my body. I just sat there patiently and let her take in every inch of it.

As she stared, she began tracing the rim of her glass with her finger, making slow, smooth circles. Kristen started mimicking her finger as she made slow circles over my clit. She flicked it, and I twitched as a wave of pleasure shot through my body. She put her fingers deep inside me and then started rubbing the wet pussy juice all over my swollen clit.

I moaned and started grinding my pussy against her. My tits started bouncing up and down as I fucked her fingers. She rubbed a little harder. I moaned louder, squeezing my breasts hard with my hands. God, it felt so good. She started rubbing faster and faster. The girl below was transfixed by what she was seeing. Her eyes were locked onto my body. With one final glance, I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and just let her watch.

I exploded! I felt my whole body tremble. Kristen covered my mouth with her other hand to stop me from screaming as I came. I was breathing so hard, I thought I was going to pass out. I looked down at the girl to see if she was still watching, and could tell by the look in her eye that she hadn’t looked away.

She didn’t have a bra on, and although it was dark, I could see her nipples through her dress now. She watched Kristen bring her fingers from my pussy to my mouth. I stared down at her as I slowly began licking my cum off each one of them. She stared back, a look of jealousy on her face.

After a minute, I stood up. Turning to Kristen, I started making out with her. We paused to catch our breath, and I glanced back at the girl. She was still watching. I smiled at her, turned around, and walked back downstairs with Kristen.

We had more plans that night and decided it was time to leave. On our way out, we saw her on the dance floor. Walking past her, I handed her a napkin which had my number and the words “call us!!” written on it. Without a glance back, we walked straight out the front door.