Eighteen year old Jason Palmer couldn’t believe his luck. The shy youth went clubbing a couple of times a month, out on the pull with his mates. More often than not it ended in frustrating disappointment. Either they couldn’t break the girls out of her group of friends, or they got too drunk to soon, or the girls got too drunk and went home, or the girl didn’t want to go too far, or… or…
Suffice to say it usually ended up with Jason alone, with his right hand and some downloaded porn.
But tonight he seemed to have pulled, not one, but two gorgeous dark skinned babes. He wasn’t sure which one he was going home with, but they both seemed pretty hot for him (and each other!). They danced sensuously up against the blond youth, rubbing him into hardness with their ebony hips and thighs, until it was all Jason could do not to explode in his pants.
A couple of times other guys had tried to break in on the trio and get a bit of what he was having. Amazingly, it was the girls who had given them the brush off, turning their backs on the newcomers and rubbing themselves up against the young student.
Jason wondered if he and his friends had been doing it wrong all this time. Why had they wasted their efforts on girls their own age when sophisticated twenty-somethings were obviously the way to go? The girls exuded a confidence and sexuality that Jason I his inexperience had never encountered before.
But which did he want to go home with? Anita, the slim and vivacious Indian girl with the wicked smile? Or the no-nonsense black girl, Allison, who (he very much hoped) would eat him alive? Even now, he didn’t dare hope that he would en up with both of them.
Anita was whispering something in Allison’s ear. The black woman nodded eagerly, then turned to Jason.
“Get your coat, lad, you’ve pulled,” she said with a grin.
Yes, thought Jason excitedly, but which one have I pulled and where are they taking me? |