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I knew from the first time I saw Monica that I would have to get in her
pants someday. Problem was, of course, that she had absolutely no interest
in me whatsoever. Come to think of it there wasn't much that attracted me
to her other than her body; nothing except perhaps the generally snotty and
superior demeanor she affected around most guys. Monica was a 19 year old
party girl, the kind whose sole existence was to snooze through the week
until Friday night. When the weekend comes, Monica would come alive,
spending every possible hour in the various nightclubs around the city. She
lived to dress to the nines, drink, dance, and generally torment as many
men as she could by flashing and grinding her incredible body. 
Monica is tall, about 5'11" or so, with very long, coltish legs, a supple
ass, tiny waist. Her tight stomach is well-muscled because of all the
dancing she does, and her breasts are surprisingly large for someone as
thin as she is. A firm set of 34C cup jugs proudly jutted out from her
strong slim frame. She has blue eyes, reddish-blonde hair, and a slight
frosting of freckles across the bridge of her nose that gave her a
mischievious and innocent look. A look that was totally offset by her club
attire, high heel boots, black socks and tights that hugged her curves and
left little to the imagination. She always wore a thong to avoid panty
lines and split apart her already delicious asscheeks. The ensemble was
completed by a sports bra worn over black lace pushup bra.  
Tonight was a continuation of every weekend for the group of friends I hung
out with, including Monica. Since I lived close to downtown the gang would
go out clubbing, get hammered, then crash at my place. At the time I
usually worked from out of my place on weekends doing network security
checks for large corporations, so I always begged off the night scene,
although I'd have a few beers with everyone, mostly to stare at the guys'
girlfriends. This night however, I had something special in mind. Monica
hadn't brought her boyfriend-of-the-week with her, so I knew I could put my
plan into effect. Instead of the normal twelve pack of beer we usually
burned through, I hauled out a bottle of twenty year old scotch I had been
saving up for a special occasion and took it upon myself to mix a few
drinks in the kitchen for everyone. The fact that I also slipped a
rhinocerous sized batch of the local extra strength insomnia remedy into
each drink…then doubled the amount in Monica's drink just to be safe.
Within half an hour everyone had either passed out, or was in the process
of it. My bud Bob and his girlfriend were snoozing together on the couch in
my living room, and Monica and John where downstairs in the basement,
Monica already asleep on the fold out bed, John woozily wandering around
and bumping things. Being the good friend I am (or the conspiring perverted
freak) I helped him upstairs and into the bathtub. Then I went downstairs
again and locked the door to my basement, even though I knew no one would
be interupting me. I switched on all the lights and had a look at the
evening's entertainment.
Monica was sleeping soundly on her back on the foldout bed, oblivious to
the world. Her lithe body was totally relaxed as I sat beside her and
gently stroked her face. I smoothed out her blonde hair, done up in a loose
bun, and trailed my fingers down her face. She didn't react at all as I
caressed her lips, nor when I ran my hand down her neck, across her sports
bra and cupped one of her full, heavy breasts through the tight material. I
couldn't believe that I had this sexy 19 year old all to myself tonight, to
do anything to my sick little heart desired. I felt a little guilty and
shamed at what I was going to do, but that was something I would deal with
at another time.
 	It was an incredibly hot night and Monica had been sweating freely
throughout it, dancing and grinding her hot little bod against half the guy
population of the city. I could smell the raw odour of freshly dried sweat
from her warm body, mixed with perfume and the booze she had drank. This
was perfect. I wanted to experience every part of her body, live out every
fantasy and fetish I could dream of while she slept, oblvious to my abuses.
I again squeezed her breast, then kneeled beside her and began running my
hands all over her body. I stroked her flat tight tummy while rubbing her
breasts thru the sports bra, then slipped my hand between her legs, cupping
the mound of her crotch through her skintight stretch pants. Her clothes
were damp with her sweat and I bent and quickly licked her stomach, dipping
my tongue into her belly button. No response from the sleeping girl. I
moved up and kissed her on the lips, then cradled her jaw and slipped my
tongue into her mouth, tasting the scotch that had done it's work so well.
It was time to begin.
	I moved down to the end of the bed and untied Monica's boots, slipping
them off. Her black socks were plastered against her feet with sweat from
being in the footwear while Monica danced all night long. I kneeled in
front of her and put my face against the stinking socks, inhaling Monica's
odour. The socks were stretched tight across her toes and high arches, and
the sharp smell of sweat from the damp socks was enough to get my dick
harder than it already was. I rubbed my face against her feet savouring the
odour, then peeled one of the socks of her foot. I released my cock from my
pants and began jerking off as I held the damp sock to my nose and inhaled
the smell of the 19 year old's foot sweat. Now it was time for the final
test. I bent over Monica's leg and ran my tongue along her instep,
carefully watching her face for a reaction. Nothing. She didn't even move,
and that magnificent chest was still rising and falling steadily in sleep.
I again licked the side of her foot, then underneath it, over her arch,
tasting the slight salt of her sweat, reveling in the odour of her bare
foot, and it's taste in my mouth.  I ran my tongue along her toes, tasting
her foot, then sucked on each one while furiously pulling on my cock. This
itself could have been enough for me, but I had a lot more plans. I opened
her legs and buried my face in her crotch, again inhaling the aroma of her
most intimate essence. 

to be concluded


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