Sam's Slut Weekend: Friday Night

Sam

I was already several tequila shots in and stumbling slightly by the time my friend Jenna and I made it out Friday night. We went straight to the bar for more drinks, talking and laughing together as we looked around to check out the guys nearby. I’d always been a loud and horny drunk, which I got a lot of shit for from many of my friends. But my obnoxiousness was nothing compared to Jenna’s, and I loved her for it.

“What about the two guys over there right under the TV screen? I call dibs on the one in the black polo!” Jenna yelled into my ear over the loud music.

I followed her gaze to check out the guys that caught her eye and had to agree they were cute. Since Jenna had already claimed one, I paid more attention to the other. He was pretty tall with fairly short hair and nice eyes, wearing a baseball tee and jeans. Both guys were holding pint glasses of beer and laughing, looking around and undoubtedly checking people out, too.

“Yeah, they’re cute,” I yelled back.

As soon as she had my approval, Jenna was shouting across the bar at them and waving her hands wildly, gesturing the guys over.

“You’re ridiculous!” I laughed, noticing that the guys were making their way over.

“And you like it,” she said, winking back.

She wasn’t wrong. When my married lover, Mark, told me he wanted me to go out and have a slut weekend while he was away with his wife, I knew Jenna was the one I wanted to go out with. She’d had her own slutty streaks from time to time, so I knew she wouldn’t get concerned with my plan, or judge me for the short shorts and low-cut top I wore.

We did introductions. Black polo guy was Kyle, and baseball tee was Eric. I let Jenna steer the conversation as we all talked and flirted over drinks.

As things progressed, I took out my phone to send a quick text to Mark.

Sam: I think I might’ve found someone for tonight 😉

Eric seemed nice and cute enough, but it was more the idea of him that was exciting to me, and how he fit into the plans Mark had made for me.

***

“I want you to find someone different to hook up with each night this weekend,” Mark had said, as we’d talked on the phone before bed the night before; our nightly routine.

“Okay,” I’d agreed with a nervous smile. I’d never hooked up with a complete stranger for a one-night-stand before. The thought of giving myself permission to do such a slutty thing had made me wet and tingly.

“If no one interesting approaches you within the first hour, I want you to find someone you like and initiate it yourself,” Mark had added.

“I will,” I’d promised.

“And no playing with toys or touching yourself.”

That rule had caught me off guard. “All weekend?” I’d asked, slightly horrified by the thought.

“Yep,” Mark chuckled, noticing the tone of my response. “Starting tonight. I want to make sure you’re feeling needy for sex.”

My pussy throbbed in response, already getting excited and impatient for a new cock. It was wild to me, how everything Mark suggested felt like the biggest turn on. Like he somehow knew what I liked before I even did.

“And send updates when you can,” Mark had said. “I’ll be checking in whenever I have a little privacy.”

That made me smile, too. As bad as I knew it sounded, I couldn’t help liking the thought of Mark checking for messages from me while he was with his wife. The naughtiness of it was pretty thrilling. And it gave me confidence in what we had, knowing that he thought about me even when we weren’t together.

***

I’d barely hit send on the text when Jenna gripped my arm suddenly and yelled, “I love this song! Let’s go dance!”

“Okay!” I agreed easily.

We both downed the rest of our drinks, and then she took my hand and practically dragged me through the crowd to the dance floor. I smiled back at Eric, hoping that he and Kyle would follow.

Jenna didn’t stop until we were right in the middle of the crowded dance floor. Then she spun around and pressed herself up against me, grinding on me with her hands on my hips.

I laughed and went along with it, pressing my ass back into her. “Careful, or these guys will think we’re together!” I yelled back over my shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sure that wouldn’t stop them,” she replied, a little softer, into my ear.

I shivered involuntarily as I felt her breath on my neck, her lips brushing my ear as she spoke. Her hands roamed on my hips and thighs, teasing around the hem of my shorts. I just smiled and kept dancing, feeling too good to overthink the way my friend was making me tingle.

The two guys caught up and sort of sandwiched us, with Eric facing me and Kyle dancing behind Jenna. I smiled and ran my hands up his chest to his neck and he moved in closer until one of his thighs pressed between my legs.

Meanwhile, Jenna’s hands continued to roam over me: caressing my thighs below my shorts, then up to my hips, slipping up further, under my shirt. I flinched as her fingertips tickled my skin, distracting me from dancing. I just wanted to hold still and feel more of her touch.

Eric’s eyes pored over me and he smirked when he noticed what was turning me on, watching Jenna’s movements.

Then Jenna suddenly pulled my shirt up past my chest until I was flashing Eric and the entire bar with my bra. I swatted her hand away and pulled my top back down.

“Quit it!” I yelled over my shoulder, though I was laughing with her.

“You like it,” she teased again, making me wonder how obvious my reactions were.

Then Jenna reached around me to tug on Eric’s shirt, pulling him closer into me. Next, she slid her hands down each of his arms, pulling his hands around to my ass and squeezing it with him.

I gasped when I felt it, but once again, I didn’t stop her or move away.

She’d pulled Eric close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my cheek and neck. He smiled down at me as he noted my reactions, taking Jenna’s lead and squeezing my ass again without encouragement.

I moaned softly, combing my fingers into his hair and tugging slightly until he leaned in the rest of the way to kiss me. His lips were soft and warm and wet, slipping against mine. He slid his tongue along my bottom lip before pressing into my mouth. I sucked on it, then on his bottom lip, grazing it with my teeth as I pulled him against me harder.

Jenna squeezed and slapped my ass one more time before pulling away to leave us to make out in the middle of the dance floor. I felt Eric’s hard cock brushing my hip as he tugged me closer by my ass so that I was basically humping his thigh.

Then, in one quick movement, Eric spun me around by my hips until he was pressing into me from behind. He pulled me back against him hard, grinding his cock against my ass through his jeans. His lips slid up my neck, kissing and sucking.

An involuntary moan escaped from my parted lips, and I was thankful for the loud music to drown it out. My head rolled back and my back arched against him reactively, allowing his lips better access to my neck and throat as he continued kissing me there.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Jenna and Kyle dancing nearby, grinding and making out, too. It was a mesmerizing sight, and I got fixated on them as Eric and I moved together.

“Are you watching them, too?” Eric asked, whispering into my ear.

I nodded, pressing back into him, one hand sliding up his denim-covered thigh.

Then Jenna’s hand disappeared between her and Kyle’s bodies, and I guessed she was rubbing his cock.

Eric noticed, too. “Damn, they’re really going for it,” he said, nibbling on my ear and guiding my hand to his erection, too.

Then his fingers brushed over the front of my thighs, sliding between my legs and rubbing me through my shorts.

I gasped and moaned, gripping his arm, my eyes closing as I arched back against him again. I knew I should stop him. The bar was crowded with people who likely didn’t want to see me getting off while they were just trying to dance and have a good time. But it felt so good, and the public display just made it that much more exciting to me.

When I opened my eyes and looked back over at Jenna and Kyle, she was staring back at me and smirking. They’d rearranged themselves to mirror our position, and Jenna was guiding Kyle towards getting her off. Her hand was on top of his as he rubbed her through her shorts, too.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Eric groaned into my ear. “Help me make you cum right here, Sam.”

But I didn’t need to. The sight of my friend getting off, and the friction of the stiff denim on my clit as Eric touched me, was enough to send me over the edge. I held my hand on top of his to push his fingers into me harder, holding them there as I writhed against him. I hoped the music was still covering the sound of my moans, but it was beyond my control at that point.

“Fuck, Sam!” Eric growled into me, thrusting hard against me and grinding as my body convulsed in his arms.

My eyes were glued to Jenna, and the way she was guiding Kyle’s fingers to rub her hard and fast. Her eyes were hooded with lust, and she smiled at me again just before her head rolled back against Kyle’s shoulder as she came.

I watched and luxuriated in the image of Jenna’s body writhing, hard nipples poking through her top as she leaned back far enough to pull Kyle into another kiss. I had the sudden urge to touch her, to feel her hard nipples brushing against my palms as I squeezed her breasts, kissing her as soon as she pulled back from Kyle. I’d never felt that kind of desire before. It felt foreign, but natural at the same time.

Then Jenna smiled back at me, popping the bubble of my fantasy and making me feel naked suddenly, like she must’ve known what I’d just been thinking about. I felt the flush rising in my cheeks as she stepped closer and took my hand in hers.

“We’re going to the bathroom,” she yelled to the guys over the music. “Meet you by the bar in a minute!”

Then she pulled me after her and didn’t let my hand go or turn around to say anything until we were behind the closed door of the women’s room.

“Oh, my god!” she yelled, the sound echoing in the bathroom where the bar noise was muffled. The few other women in line ahead of us turned and gave her funny looks or smiles.