I woke up light-headed and my mouth was cotton-ball dry. The party the night before had been off the charts wild.
Two very naked young nubile strippers lay beside me as I stared up at the ceiling fan that was spinning over the top of us. One of my naked bedmates had her hand draped across my leg and resting on my semi-hard cock and the other was laying spread eagle on her stomach beside me, her shaved pussy fully exposed.
Shannon, my newly acquired neighbor, had brought the party and it had been quite a party. I looked at the alarm clock and it read “10:30am”.
I slipped out of bed and made my way to the kitchen to get a drink. One of the strippers was still passed out on my couch, butt-ass naked.
I slipped into the shower, thinking about the events of the night, replaying them in my mind. A shadowy figure stealthily made its way into the bathroom and on to the toilet as I showered. I peered over the top edge of the shower stall, to see Shannon looking back at me from her perch on the porcelain throne, her long brown hair hanging down and not well kept in the least bit. Shannon was my effervescent neighbor, who had brought the party to my door, but at that moment, she seemed a bit dazed and groggy.
“Good morning,” I sheepishly called out.
“Morning,” Shannon replied.
I had already lathered up, and did not expect any shower accompaniment, but Shannon had other plans in mind. Without any undue announcement or notice, she stepped into the small shower stall and closed the door behind her.
“Would you like some company?” she asked as we faced off our bodies pressing into one another in the small and very confined space of my shower stall. I was not about to toss her out, so I happily accepted her advancement. She silently took my lathered-up shower sponge and proceeded to rub it across my chest, my shoulders, my arms, and my stomach.
“Turn around,” she directed. I did as she instructed. She washed my back and my buttocks and then asked me to turn around again. She grabbed my semi-erect cock and smiled.
“I like your package,” she said, gently tugging on my cock and cupping my testicles with her free hand.
“I like yours as well,” I replied.
The hot water bouncing off the two of us was exhilarating. I slipped my hand down to Shannon’s shaved kitty and gently pushed my longest finger into her pussy. Her eyes widened and she bit down on her lower lip.
“Hummmm,” she softly purred. “You better be careful I might bite you.”
“You already have,” I teased.
Shannon dropped to her knees, taking my erection in hand. She did not stop until I was shooting my load down the back of her throat. She looked up at me, after a good hard swallow and asked, “How was that for a breakfast?”
About that time, I heard the toilet flush and realized that we were not alone.
“Good morning,” I called out from behind the frosted and fogged up door of the shower stall.
“Morning,” Alexa shot back.
Shannon popped the door of the shower open and silently stepped out.
“Your turn,” she said, looking at Alexa. Alexa didn’t bat an eye, stepping past Shannon and into the small shower stall. She placed her hand on my chest and gently toyed with my semi-flaccid tool. Oh, gee. I was already done but decided to simply play along.
“Did you have a good time last night?” Alexa asked. I assured her that I had enjoyed myself thoroughly and asked if she had a good time.
“Of course,” she replied, looking me directly in the eye.
I lathered up my shower sponge and proceeded to work it across Alexa’s ridiculously cute little body.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“I’m supposed to be twenty,” she replied, “but I’m only seventeen.”
“Seventeen?”
My heart practically skipped a beat.
“I mean eighteen,” she quickly self-corrected as she saw the horror crossing my face. “I turned eighteen last week.”
Eighteen was still incredibly young. I asked how long she had been a stripper and she said she had just started a few months prior. Alexa said she had fled Cuba with an older sister, who had abandoned her once they got the United States, so she was simply trying to make the most of a bad situation. She said that stripping was easy money and that she enjoyed it, except for the pimps that often tried to get her into another profession she did not want to have anything to do with. It was a surreal conversation, as we both stood there under the hot water of the shower, completely naked, chatting like we were best friends.
“I like you,” Alexa declared, kissing my chest, and holding on to my semi-flaccid cock. “You are nice.”
I gently pressed my lips to Alexa’s soft lips and we simply stood there, kissing for the longest time. The reception I wanted and she wanted, simply was not happening fast enough.
Bethany made her way into my bathroom at that point. I could tell it was Bethany by her long blonde hair. She settled on to the porcelain throne as Alexa noted,
“I guess the privacy light is not working.”
Bethany flushed the toilet and quickly exited the restroom, without saying a word.
I apologized to Alexa for my inability to become more erect, telling her Shannon had already taken care of me.
“That’s OK,” Alexa said. “I have my ways.”
She dropped to her knees and began to work on my manhood. I was surprised, how quickly she managed to work me into a semi-soft second erection. I was about to shoot my load down her throat when she popped the shower door open and pulled me towards the unmade bed in my bedroom. She plopped down on the bed and spread her legs, to welcome my advances.
Her pussy was already primed and wet. I loved the contrast between the pinkness of her pussy and her dark skin tone. I dove straight in and began nibbling at her covered clit, slipping my fingers into the wetness of her womanhood. She hummed her approval and begged for me to move things to the next level. This girl was super-sexed and seemingly insatiable.
I slipped the tip end of my cock up to her pussy and gently moved it around the outer parts, as she continued to plead with me. Once I entered her, I leaned forward and thrust my tongue deep into her open mouth. She raked her fingertips across my back. Our pelvic bones met. It didn’t take long for the two of us to climax, and practically at the same time. She shook and trembled as I dumped my load deep inside of her.
Shannon called out from the living room.
“Come on y’all, stop fucking around. I’m hungry.”
I turned my head and laughed.
“How did she know?”
I rolled on to my side and off the bed. I slipped into my jeans and a shirt, as Alexa looked for her clothes.
The four of us headed out to a local diner. Our conversation was rather light, as we talked about their back grounds and how they each got into stripping and their lifelong goals. I had quickly developed an affection for Alexa, but then Shannon changed that dynamic in a big way.
Alexa had some habits, I soon learned, some bad habits that I will not go into detail about, in this forum.
I decided to refocus on Shannon, since she was my first conquest and came habit free. She was equally as sexy as Alexa, and she was too freaking cute. . . AND she needed a more permanent place to stay.
“All my boyfriend wants to do is have sex,” she said. I laughed when she said that.
She looked at me with a blank look, and then a smile crept across her face, she said, "You’re less demanding and more open.”
“Yeah,” I replied, “You have cool friends.”
She cocked her head and replied, “Some of them are cool.”
“Well,” I replied, “You call the shots.”
And that is how I got a stripper to move in with me.