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 Hanging out in my new girlfriend's bedroom, there was one of Julie's old
schedule books; it had a day circled.  "All right John!" was the only entry
for that day.  I asked her about it and she told me about a guy she had
fucked a lot the previous year; she filled her stories with lots of sexy
details.  I was very turned on by her ribald tales.

   She said things like "I told him I wanted to suck his cock until he
came" and it drove me wild!  I loved hearing her tell about going to her
bare knees with her panties and hose still on one ankle, how she sucked her
lover's bare cock until he came; what a thrill, hearing her recall how some
of his sperm ran down her chin and dripped on her sweater.  I had never
heard a woman talk like this before; it hit a bone with me.

   Over the next few days I got her to tell me more stories about past
lovers; she liked sharing her sexy favorites.  It was like watching porn
movies, her descriptions were so good; I told her I thought I'd like to
watch her having sex with some other guy, and even join in if it worked out
well, a threesome.  She said she might like that.  When I'd suggest during
sex that I was going to call this John guy up she would get very excited
and cum like wildfire.

   One day I finally DID call John at his office.  Yep, I told him Julie
would like to hear from him; he asked for her number and I gave it to him;
the whole thing took under half a minute.

   That brief call was exciting, a first step into something a little wild.
I walked around with a huge erection; I didn't know what would happen next,
but it kind of felt like I'd just thrown my darlin' to the wolves; had I
practically told this guy he could fuck my girlfriend?

   A few minutes later Julie called from work, a bit angry maybe; she had a
startled question, "What did you tell John?" When I told her I had just
suggested she'd like to hear from him she said "OK" and ended the call.  A
while later she called again from work: she'd be home late, her boss had
some extra work for her.  Getting very aroused after hearing this, my pants
bulged all day from that.  I wondered: was she really going to be at work
or was John going to keep her busy?

   Julie got home later than usual, but not by much.  I remember that
summer night very well: it was the night of the MLB all-star game: she
practically stormed through the front door, moving fast, and she had a more
determined manner than usual; she rushed around, took a shower, got in some
tight blue jeans, and sexy cowboy boots.  I followed her around like a
puppy, quickly losing all interest in the ball game.  She finally got to a
point where she could pause and tell me that her old friend John had called
her back after she called me the first time, and he suggested they have
lunch together, so she said "let's make it dinner." Talk about fast and
thrilling, tonight was the night!  I still remember the far away look in
her eye and the slightest smile while she put in earrings and briefed me on
her plans with John.

   She was going out with an old flame, thrilling for her; but I was at
least as excited as she was.  I dropped her off to meet him on his bike as
planned, at a restaurant, but the restaurant was closed.  Kathy found him
with his motorcycle in a car wash near the restaurant.  A summer shower had
started, maybe that's why she was practically running to meet him.  I could
hear haste in the rapid crack of her boots as she crossed the wet asphalt.

   Julie said John held her and kissed her, then took out his hard cock and
put it in her hands.  I guess they rubbed and stroked and kissed each other
sheltered from the rain, but they got interrupted several times by our
neighborhood watch.  They headed for a more secluded spot but the rain
started again a few miles down the road so they stopped under a freeway
viaduct.

   John got off his bike, Julie watched him lean back against a support. 
She dropped to her knees started sucking his dick right then.  I liked that
she thought of me as she felt her knees grind in the roadside gravel in
front of this man; she put John's cock her mouth.  She told me about this
moment some, how she loved tasting his cock again, Mexican-American--it had
been so long--and all about how she caressed his heavily veined shaft with
her lips, wanting him to cum.

   She was telling me these sexy details and every scene she painted drove
me wild!  I kissed her a lot and we fucked every which way.  Her mouth
tasted like latex!  Strange.  I found out later that after she had sucked
his cock for a while where they first stopped, they ran to the other side
of the freeway.  There, like a gentleman, John laid down on the viaduct
concrete his leather jacket, she got up on the leather and pulled off her
pants!  Her legs opened, inviting John.  Right then, a few hours after I
had spoken a couple dozen words with him, John was about to put his hard
cock into my new girlfriend's sweet pussy.

   And in the dry darkness beside the freeway that night, they did indeed
fuck.