TWO-TIME LOSER

First I heard their giggling out in the hall.  They were in fine form all
right.  Giggling, keys falling, giggling, keys scraping at the lock, keys
falling again, more giggling. Goofs, I said aloud, and raised the whiskey
glass to my lips.  I was trying to act nonchalant, not even looking up from my
book when I heard the lock click open beyond my bedroom door, but to tell you
the truth, I was feeling pretty nervous as the time drew near.  Maybe she
wouldn't carry this through, but I swallowed the whiskey down anyway.

Outside my door, the hall light clicked on, followed by the obligatory oohs
and ahhs as they stepped into our new apartment.  From their cooing and
complimenting over the apartment, I tried to discern how many of them there
were, but when Kim led them away on their tour, I really had no idea.  They
passed back by on their way to the living room, and a light tapping came from
the door.  I hurriedly looked down to my book.

The door opened slowly.  "You're not sleeping, are you?" Kim asked quietly.
Her tone was gentle, and I thought for a moment I was off the hook.

I finally looked up.  "Just studying," and I half-stretched and half-yawned.
"How was your evening?"  But she ignored my question.

"Good," she breathed to herself with a wicked arch of her eyebrow. "You've got
some work to do."  She stared, smiling triumphantly.  I struggled to maintain
eye contact while she pressed me.  "Whenever you're ready," she said softly,
and began to close the door, "Stud."

Bitch.  There was no better than her when it came to rubbing it in. "Fair's
fair, and you lost the bet, smart guy" is all she says.  I should have known
she wouldn't let this thing drop.  She was really enjoying this.  And the way
she talked to me just now, in that breathy, shameful voice, like we were about
to do something secret, something sinful and nasty.  It was the same tone I
heard after we had anal sex the first time, when I awoke with her body
languorously curled against mine, and she kept whispering, "Do you know what
you did to me last night?  Do you know what you did?"  Well, she always did
say one of her fantasies was to cut a hole in one of the walls and put my dick
through it, so that all of her girlfriends could walk right up and use her
"Sugar Lamb" whenever they were horny.  But I was certain that she was using
her erotic tone just to jab the knife deeper, and to make me feel even more
awkward.  Like I said, no beating her on that stuff.

I quaffed the rest of my drink and sat up on the bed, pulling my hair back
from my face.  That crazy bitch was really making me do this.  She's out there
right now, waiting with her friends to skewer me and make me look like a fool
in front of everyone.  My drink burned in my gut, and I thought, 'All right,
she'll have her way.  I'll give her exactly what she wants--and more.'

Decided upon a pre-emptive strike, I leapt to my feet at the side of the bed.
My head spun when I straightened, however, and I foundered against the wall
for my balance. It was the booze.  I waited to gather my bearings, undaunted
and determined to dive right in while my temper was hot.  Before I lost my
nerve, that is.

I walked to my dresser, and opened my junk drawer at the bottom.  I rummaged
about, and pulled out the black mask that I had worn to a party a few weeks
earlier. I slipped it on.  It covered only around my eyes and my nose--hardly
a disguise--but it gave me a shield to operate behind, from which I could be
bold.  Which gave me another idea.  I opened another drawer, and fished out a
matching pair of skimpy bikini shorts, one of the many goofy items of
underwear that had found its way into my dresser since I'd been living with
Kim. We'll see how well she likes them on me now, I chortled to myself as I
pulled my jeans off and changed into the briefs.  I was now in my makeshift
uniform, and I laughed at myself in the mirror and hoped this would steal some
of the thunder that I knew they would heap upon me.  I quickly stepped into my
pants, masked and ready to go, and strode for the door.

I threw the door open and marched directly across the room, through the gaggle
of girls, momentarily silent, to the stereo, where I replaced their music with
a disco CD.  I did not avert my gaze when I traversed the room, but I could
see that Kim had brought only three friends, Eileen, Karen and Shawna, and I
could feel them gawking at my back as I snapped the player into operation.
Eileen was actually my friend, whom I introduced to Kim, and she chirped a
tentative hello to me while I stood there, but I did not answer.  I was in
character.  The other two were dingbats, Karen and Shawna, who were party
buddies of Kim's, cute but unable to sustain any semblance of conversation.  I
overheard them giggling with Kim under their breath, and as I whipped around
to face them, they struggled to maintain composure as I looked directly in
their direction.

Then I closed my eyes, letting myself drift away for a long moment, and then
the music blared on.  The drumbeat was loud and incessant, and after a few
counts, I sprang into action.  I leaped into the middle of the room, eyes
closed, launching myself into a frenzied twirl and then a shameless dance with
the pulsing rhythm.  The whooping and cat-calls began immediately, and I
wanted to laugh with them, but I struggled to maintain my gameface, even as I
brazenly paraded and parodied that art form most ridiculous to my heart,
"dirty dancing."

I writhed and thrusted my pelvis, shimmied my shoulders, and felt up every
plane and orifice of my body over and over, even running out of ideas and
moves as the "Macho Man" extended mix stretched on, and yet my drunken
audience tirelessly cried out in their enthusiasm.  Now dripping from my brow
and nose, I tugged my sweat-stained tee-shirt up to my chest, exposing my
tummy before I turned from the ladies, shook my ass and ripped the shirt from
my shoulders. With it I wiped my face and torso, then emphatically ground my
crouch into it a few times before I tossed the shirt over my back to the
hooting women.

I next spun immediately around and, directly eyeing Shawna through my mask, I
opened the fly of my jeans, button by button, moving nearer to her with each
one.  Again, the greatest difficulty I had was keeping a straight face, as she
actually drew away to Karen's arms in embarassment-- laughing as she did
it--while my own inhibitions were nowhere in sight, whether due to merriment
or whiskey, I don't know.  My jeans then undone, with each step towards the
onlookers I tugged the pants further down my legs, past my knees, at which
point I stepped out of them.  My guests inched away as I approached, wide-eyed
and shrieking in surprise as I sauntered after them in only the skimpy
bikinis, loudest of them all being Kim, standing directly behind me.

"Watch out, girls," she warned playfully above the din.  "He never knows when
to stop."

I shot a glance back at her and hopped on the coffee table.  I saw she already
had a dollar bill in her hand ready to stuff in my drawers, and as she made
her move, I pushed her hand away and ran my finger along the inside of the
elastic circling my gyrating hips. The girls, who had plopped back down on the
couch in surprise and shock at my leap upon the coffee table, cried in hoarse
amazement below me, half teasing me and half daring me.  Their eyes darted
from my barely hidden private parts to my girlfriend somewhere behind me. When
the waistband cleared one and then the other hip, and when I tugged the
remainder down, letting them fall to my ankles, they hid their faces in
nervous laughter, but continued to peek out from pillows and hands as I
reached down for the bikinis and placed them in Kim's hand. You could have
driven a truck into her mouth.  I couldn't resist the temptation to step "out
of character" a bit and rub it in, so I shrugged my shoulders and arched my
brows at her.  Hey, whatcha gonna do?

Even I was surprised, however, when I saw my cock afterwards.  Despite the
belts of whiskey and my sarcastic mood, my dick hung full, semi-erect and
rising between my legs.  I couldn't dance as frenetically any more, I decided,
because that might not be so comfortable on the parts, and nothing can be more
awkward and ridiculous-looking than a naked man with an erect cock flopping
around with a mind of its own.  The tide of humiliation could certainly turn
in my direction, I thought, so I weighed my options, and my bravery, as I
tried to project how this would end satisfactorily.  I closed my eyes,
desperately thinking, and moved my hands to my hips (just because I could
think of nothing else to do with them), pumping my pelvis forward slowly, when
suddenly I felt my prick slap the side of my wrist.

Oh my god, I thought, and I knew the decision was made for me.  I had
originally planned to go all the way with my revenge, but was unsure as to
whether I actually would.  But now, with my cock so completely erect, so fully
exposed, I figured that to finish it would be one way to complete the deed and
save face, so to speak.  I opened my eyes and looked down at my cock, swaying
and stiff, the purple head swollen to its full size, my shaft furiously
reddened and veined.

I ran my hands along the thick hair of my inner thighs, and up to grab my
proud hard-on by its base, stroking outward with both hands simultaneously, my
hips in tow thrusting slowly forward. My surprised audience had hushed
considerably, with Karen and Shawna offering only token encouragements,
careful not to offend Kim, but more afraid still of awkward silence.
Nevertheless, all were staring attentively.

As my stroking began to intensify, Eileen stood up and announced, "I'm really
not interested in seeing this," and was about to leave, when I said to her
firmly, "Stay, Eileen.  I want you to see this."  I was surprised at the
authoritative tone of my voice, and even more surprised when Eileen stood
thinking with her arms crossed for a few moments, and then sat back down.  She
knew there were politics afoot; I would certainly have to do some explaining
to her later.  But it was also true that she and I had come close to acting
upon our attraction to each other more than once in the past.

I felt a hand rubbing my bare ass.  "Yes, stick around, Eileen," said Kim with
faltering confidence, "and let's see what my Stud Puppy comes up with."  It
was the best she could think of to keep her stick in the fire, and was wholly
unconvincing.  I stroked myself harder.

Even though Eileen remained to watch me, I could not look at her directly. But
Shawna and Karen I stared at lasciviously, the way they beheld my gaze and my
cock-play in their wide eyes, unblinking and more openly lusty than before. I
looked from Shawna's clear green eyes, to my hand sliding from the moistened
end of my arched erection, my other hand tickling the ends of my balls, as I
thrusted my chest out and looked at her again with the end of each stroke.

Likewise, as I glanced to Karen, my breathing visibly heavy, I waited for her
to divert her dark eyes to my cock, shifting my free hand up and grasping my
rod tightly by its base, pointing it upward for the final stretch.  While
holding my cock still, I jacked aggressively and roughly with the other hand,
picking up my pace.  I threw my head back as I felt the women's eyes upon me,
standing above them, frigging on my rock-hard cock.  I almost couldn't believe
it, that I was going to cum in front of a roomful of women.  And I was liking
it.

I let go of a couple of good moans and grunts, because now the show was as
important to me as the orgasm.  They were one.  I was rushing toward the end
of both, vigorously working on my tool.  I sped up and tightened my grip,
pulling with as much friction as I could.  My body writhed. It would only be
moments.

I looked down to Kim.  "Where do you want me to do it?"

She forgot how to speak.  "Ah, ah..." her head jerked about the room, then she
pointed.  "Lie on the chair."

I stepped down from the table and plopped down on the leather recliner, my
legs spread, not missing a beat.  I thought about what a lewd showing this
position afforded my watchers directly across from me, my balls hanging down,
probably with a good view of my asshole.  I was too close to cumming to make
much of it, though, and this escapade had gone on long enough.

I glanced once more at my audience, edgey in anticipation (for various
reasons).  Then I closed my eyes, and felt my load almost immediately rise
through my dick, filling my shaft and rising to escape me, and spitting out of
my sensitive cockhead, my hand jerking my juice out for all it was worth.  The
first wad warmed the crook in my chest, the second spurt flew clear to my chin
and dripped off as I worked furiously on increasing the sperm-puddle which
filled my navel and caked more and more of the hairs which covered my stomach
and ran down to my prick.  I lay there with my eyes shut, breathing.

In a few seconds, I looked around.  Kim and Eileen were not in the room.
"Wow," said Shawna, as Karen hurriedly make herself busy by darting into the
kitchen.  I returned Shawna's compliment with a wink and a click of the side
of my lips, as I made my way to the bedroom.  In the hallway, Kim and I met,
cum dripping down my torso to my legs.  She handed me the towel she carried,
looked down and walked past without a word.  I went to the bedroom, closed the
door and wiped myself down, then plunged into a deep sleep.

I know she didn't go home with any of the girls last night, because she'd be
too embarrassed. She's probably out on the couch, I thought as I rolled over
and fell back to sleep.