"I Got Lucky"
copyright November 2002
by Souvie
Ego stroking is greatly welcome via email at:
femecrivain@netdot.com
or the handy form found on my webpage:
http://www.asstr.org/~Souvie/
To help clarify near the end, the parts in parentheses are
Doug's thoughts.
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"Hey, Charlie, sorry I'm late, man, but I got held up." He
shook my hand, and gave me a big bear hug. "Happy birthday."
I grinned and slapped him on the back, then pressed a drink
into his hand. "I was about to give up on you. Thought you were
ditchin' my party."
"Not show up to my best friend's birthday party? I'd sell my
Harley first." Charlie laughed and downed half his beer in one
swallow. He surveyed the crowd. "Pretty nice turnout."
I looked around at my friends and family. "Yeah, not too
shabby. Teresa helped me throw it together."
"Speaking of your girlfriend, where is she?"
I gestured vaguely with my drink. "Around here somewhere."
"She's a good one. Easy on the eyes. Not like some of your
other girls."
"Hey, I could say a thing or two about some of the dogs you've
dated," I countered with a laugh.
Charlie retaliated by punching me in the arm. "Seriously,
though," he said, "you've been datin', what, two months now?"
I nodded. "Yeah, sounds about right."
"You get into her pants yet?"
I almost choked on my beer. "Charlie, shit! Keep your voice
down!" I looked around to see if Teresa was anywhere near. I
couldn't see her, which was a good thing. If she'd heard
Charlie's question, she'd have freaked.
"Come on, have ya?"
I couldn't keep a shit-eating grin off my face. "Finally. Last
night."
"Way to go." He high-fived me. "Doug got lucky."
"Yeah, I got lucky."
"So, details my man, details." Charlie moved in as close as he
could get without anyone questioning his orientation.
"Only because you've been my best friend since second grade,
okay? And it goes no further," I cautioned.
"Scouts honor," he said, making the Scout's sign with the hand
that wasn't guarding his beer.
"Well, we went out to dinner and then rented a movie. Some chick flick, 'Sommersby' I think was the name. Anyway, she gets
all lovey dovey after the movie's over, and don't ask me to tell
you what is was about because all I could concentrate on was the
feel of her pressed up against my arm. Almost drove me
crazy!"
"I know that feeling," Charlie sympathized.
"Well, she starts rubbing them against me, small movements, you
know, trying to make me think that it was all subtle and stuff.
Her hand was moving up and down my arm, brushing 'accidentally'
against my thigh."
"Aw shit, Doug, I'd have tossed her down on the couch and gone
for the gold right then and there!"
I laughed. "What do you think I did?"
"You didn't!"
"Hell yes, I did. She squealed, then got this glazed look in
her eye like I was a t-bone and she couldn't wait to dig in. She
started tearing at my clothes. I barely had time to get my pants
undone before she was reaching between my legs for my Johnson."
I smiled slowly at the memory of her hands on my cock. "Her
skirt was up around her waist, and she didn't have any on."
"Fuckin-A! So she knew all along what was gonna happen."
Charlie smiled at me like I was his new idol.
"I don't know. I guess so. I do know that her pussy's tighter
than a pair of pliers."
"Doug . . . you are the man!" Charlie grinned. "Didja get any
head?"
"Oh yeah." I nodded my head slowly, winking at him.
"So how was it? She blow better'n that 12 amp Craftsman I have?"
"Charlie, she blows better than my Black and Decker."
"Fuck, fuck fuck! You're makin' me jealous, Doug. Damn!"
Charlie downed the rest of his beer. "So why'd she keep puttin'
you off for so long?"
"I asked her that. After, of course."
"What'd she say?"
"She said it was because she wanted to make sure I was 'the
one'."
"The one? Like as in the one she wants to marry?"
"I don't know, I didn't ask! Hell, maybe she just meant the one
to rock her world. Who can understand women half the time?" I
shrugged and took another swig of beer.
"Damn, man, I still can't believe you got lucky!"
"Who got lucky?" Teresa's dulcet voice interrupted our male
bonding.
Mice turned the wheels in my brain as I struggled for an answer
that wouldn't make me a celibate again.
"Doug did," Charlie said. I made a note to kill him later.
"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows and gave me a pointed look.
Clearly she was waiting for me to explain.
"Yeah, honey," I said, those mice working overtime. "I was just
telling Charlie how lucky I was to have such a warm (your tight
pussy's warmer than my Carhartt thermals), giving (you give head
like a pro, babe), sexy (the feel of your hands on my cock
almost made me come all over the couch) woman in my life."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Aw, Doug,
that's so sweet."
Charlie smiled at me over her head and gave me a thumbs-up. I
smiled back. Yeah, I got lucky -- in more ways than one.
THE END
Happy belated birthday, Alexis! :-)
This is based on the Elvis song by the same name. Lyrics
can be found at:
http://www.absolutelyric.com/a/view/Elvis Presley/I Got Lucky/
The itself is copyright by me, so please no reposting
without permission.
Thanks to Spin and Denny for keeping my mistakes to a
minimum. *g*
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