Never the Same Ch. 01 by ssph76

This is the first chapter of a multi-part story spanning years, detailing how an unexpected encounter completely changed the coarse of my life.Up until meeting Danielle, my sex life had been pretty pedestrian. It wasn’t that I didn’t land my fair share of girls before her, I had a reasonably active dating and sex life, it was just that it was all so, well, normal.

I am a fairly average guy, just shy of 6’ tall and while not particularly muscular, I am reasonably fit. I have brown eyes and brown hair which I keep cut fairly short, and am a decent-looking fellow. As part of a party game one time, my female friends all discussed it, and gave me a consensus rating of 7, which I think is pretty generous.

I am average below the belt as well, measuring in at about 6”. I have been told by past girlfriends and hook-ups that my cock’s girth and big head more than make up for any deficiency in length. I am easy-going, and I tend to not let stuff bother me. I have a really good job that pays a ton working as a software engineer. A bit nerdy maybe, but girls like a guy with money. I think I am a pretty good catch, if I do say so myself.

Before Danielle, I would meet girls, date or hook-up, and while the girls I pulled where attractive, and the sex was mostly good, there was no real excitement to it. I don’t know if excitement is really the word, it certainly was exciting to get laid. But I had no crazy stories to tell with which I could draw a roar of laughter or make the listener’s jaws drop in shock or disbelief. I had no fucking in public, no blowjobs in inappropriate places, no getting caught stories, or any of the other funny/crazy tales that you tell others at parties, the bar, or during games.

Danielle changed all that, and not because she was some wild, out-of-control nympho who wanted to do it everywhere we went, though she was definitely the most adventurous girl I had been with. The occasional blowjob in the movie theater, sex in the fitting room, road head while driving; all these and more suddenly spiced up my sex life. She emboldened me to do some of the things I may have thought about or wanted to do in the past.

It was like she was a catalyst to change my path forever, and for the rest of my life, whether she was an active participant in it at the time or not, every decision, every relationship, everything that made me the man I am, all traced back to that fateful moment in that club so many years ago.

For better… or for worse.

Meeting Danielle

November, 1999

I met Danielle on a Friday night in November at the local 18+ club. It wasn’t a place my group of friends and I normally frequented. The other dance club in town had to shut down temporarily to repair fairly serious roof and flooding damage, and because girls love to dance, our female friends insisted on coming here instead. The place was super crowded, as apparently we weren’t the only ones looking for a substitute to our usual hangout.

It was your typical dance club, with flashing lights and strobes, and ear-crushing music. I had hung around with my friends in the thick of it for as long as I could stand before excusing myself and heading to one of the side rooms where it was a bit quieter, though not by much. I was lucky and was able to quickly snag a small round table from a couple that were just getting up to leave.

I sank down into the L-shaped plush bench jammed behind the table in the corner of the room and waited for a couple minutes until an attractive young woman in leggings and a tank top which highlighted her tits came over. I checked out her generous cleavage, though trying not to be obvious about it, as she leaned over and picked up the cash and empty glasses the table’s previous tenants had left. I ordered a beer and leaned back to relax, admiring her shapely rear as she walked away.

A minute later she returned with my drink and I gave her a $10 for the beer and tip. I melted back into the cushions of the bench, and found myself watching the serving girl as she stopped a few tables away and bent over to wipe up a spill. She squatted down to pick up a fallen glass, and her leggings rode down and the crease of her ass was briefly visible. It didn’t look like she was wearing any underwear. I smiled to myself as I watched the show.

“Real subtle!” a girl’s voice laughed, and I blinked and came out of my daze. I looked away from the waitress I had been staring at and saw two young ladies standing by my table, watching me. I reddened slightly at being caught staring as the girl who had spoken turned her head to look at the waitress, while the other girl covered her mouth with a hand and tried to stifle a giggle. They both looked really young, and I glanced down at the back of their hands to see the large black X’s drawn in marker to denote a patron who isn’t old enough to drink.

“Sorry, you caught me, didn’t mean to offend,” I said.

“We’re not offended, she has a great ass!” second girl blurted and they both laughed.

“Can we sit down with you? Our feet are killing us, and the rest of this place is packed,” first girl asked.

I looked at the spot on the opposite side of the table from me where someone had stolen the matching chair. “Looks like someone stole the chair that goes with the table, the couple here before me were sitting on this bench together.”

Before I could say anything else, first girl replied, “That’s ok, we don’t mind sitting with you.” They both moved around the table and sat down on opposite sides of me, as I shuffled into the center of the L-shaped bench. There was room for all three of us, but not a lot of extra breathing space.

I put my arms on the back of the bench on either side of me so I didn’t have to hunch forward and keep my arms in front of me in an awkward position to make room for them. This didn’t seem to bother them, even though it put me within inches of having my arms around both of their shoulders. Due to the shape of the bench, they were both turned towards me, facing each other across my body. They both wore super short shorts, and their hips and bare legs pressed against me.

“I’m Danielle, that’s my cousin Ronda,” first girl told me, and the two of them broke into a fit of giggling.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Tim,” I replied and quickly sized them up.

Both young women had wavy brown hair that fell about halfway down their backs. Danielle’s seemed thicker, but both of them looked great and it was obvious they had spent a lot of time on their hair before heading out tonight. They both had subtle makeup on, and I immediately loved that about them. I find natural looking makeup so much more attractive than some of the heavy, overdone stuff that a lot of girls seem to like.

Each girl had sexy brown eyes accentuated by cat’s eye liner with black wings sweeping out the far sides. Both girls were very pretty, and I could see a slight resemblance between them, in the shape of their mouths and the angle of their noses, which made sense since they were apparently cousins.

While neither of them were drop dead gorgeous, there wasn’t a man on earth who wouldn’t agree that they were extremely attractive, both exuding some intangible appeal that was suddenly causing my heart to beat faster and my groin to take notice.

Their bodies were where the biggest differences between them lay. Ronda wore a loose sleeveless t-shirt tucked into her shorts, with large arm holes on each side open almost to her waist. She wore a black lacy corset-style bra that was easily visible through the arm slits.

Her breasts were small, though seemed nicely shaped, and suited her 5’1” frame. Her legs were thin but hot, and looked smooth to the touch. From my vantage point, I couldn’t get a read on her ass, but I assumed it was small and tight. Her lips were full and glistened with what looked like a gloss, one perhaps with the subtlest hint of pink in it to accentuate the natural color.

Danielle had a crop top t-shirt on that would probably have hung to her belly button if her tits weren’t so large, but instead hung to only a few inches below her boobs, exposing a lot of skin down to her shorts. Her breasts were full, probably D’s, and her bra pushed them together to maximum effect, providing a view of gorgeous cleavage through the low cut v-neck of her shirt.

Where Ronda’s body was attractive yet thin, Danielle’s was full and curvy. She had a thin waist that flared slightly at the hips, in perfect proportion, and her silky bare legs had more obvious curves. Her ass wasn’t in view either, but from the rest of her I guessed it was a nice full one.

“If you’re done checking us out…” Danielle smirked and I started, realizing my eyes had been looking down her shirt. “You do like to stare at the ladies, don’t you?”

I blushed furiously and started to stammer out a reply. “Stop messing with him, Danielle,” Ronda giggled, reaching across me and slapping Danielle’s arm playfully.

Danielle laughed. “I’m just fucking with you, Tim, you’re fine. I stare at these babies all the time, and all I have to do is look down.” She smiled at me, hefting and squeezing her tits in her hands suggestively. Involuntarily I stared at her chest, and it wasn’t until an amused clearing of the throat did I realize just how damn long my eyes had been glued to her exposed, jiggling cleavage.

My face burned as I forceably tore my gaze away and back to her face, her mouth twitching and eyebrows raised in amusement.

I felt it was safer to try to move away from this topic, so I asked unsteadily, “You two here with friends?”

“No, just us, Danielle turned 18 on Tuesday, and we’re here celebrating the first time one of us can get in without a fake,” Ronda chimed in.

I looked at her. “You aren’t 18 yet?” Not that that surprised me; other than the somewhat slutty way they were dressed, neither of them looked 18, Ronda especially.