I was pretty pissed when Alvin Price left the reunion with Brittney and Eric. They could have invited me along. I mean it ’s not like the three of them are best friends or anything. Not like I thought the three of us were. Besides, I saw Alvin at that party first. I’m the one who pointed him out to Brittney, which I admit was a mistake I swore I’d never make again. But how was I supposed to know she would go after him right under her husband’s nose.
Then again, the guy is a billionaire so I guess I should have known that they would zero in on him considering how badly they need money. Still, I never thought Brittney would agree to sleep with him in exchange for money. And I really didn’t think Eric would let her! Yeah, well, shows how much you can know someone after 15 years. It should have been me sleeping with Alvin for a hundred and fifty grand. Hell, I would have let him tie me up and fuck me in every hole for half that. So yeah, I was pissed.
When Brit called me the day after the reunion to tell me what happened I was stunned.
“You wouldn’t believe how much he’s changed Missy,” she gushed into the phone. “I mean, I don’t really remember a whole lot about him from college, but I do remember he was pretty awkward.”
“And skinny and geeky,” I reminded her. She was right, though. I’d seen him rockin’ that Hugo Boss suit at the reunion. He filled out every stitch with pure muscle and lust. He really had changed.
Unlike Brittney I did remember Alvin Price from college. He was always staring at Brittney like some stalker. She never paid much attention to him, but he was like a love sick puppy that one. It was obvious to everyone but Brittney. It was especially obvious to Eric. I think that’s one of the reasons he tortured that kid so much.
I remember one time, just before a football game, Eric had me go down to the band room and tell Alvin that Brittney wanted to see him in the parking lot . I followed him and hid behind a car and watched while the guys circled around and teased him about his crush until I thought the poor kid was going to cry. They pushed him around a little too, and I started to feel so bad for him I finally left. I never told Brittney about it. What difference would it have made? She thought Eric could do no wrong. All of us did.
Man I had a huge crush on Eric back then. Brittney and I met Eric at the same time, in that grimy little bar downtown, Paddy’s. He and Dane were playing pool and we were looking for some guys to buy us drinks. Dane was already three sheets to the wind but both the guys were more than happy to buy us all the alcohol we wanted. Guys are always willing to pay for as much alcohol as they think it will take to get a woman to suck their cock. Fact is, I like drinking and I like sucking cock, so it was always a win win for me. I don’t think Brittney ever took it quite that far, she was a bit of tease.
I had my eye on Eric that night and we were hitting it off pretty well. I was letting him teach me how to play pool so he could get behind me and rub his cock on my ass as I bent over the table. Every time I took a shot he’d slam himself into my ass and I could feel him wanting me. I thought Brittney and Dane would hook up, but Dane went out to his car and passed out. So Brittney was kind of a third wheel until Eric started teaching her how to play pool too. Which I was okay with. I’d always wanted to have a threesome with her and I thought that was going to be our night. She and I had messed around a few times and I loved the ta ste of her pussy. Watching Eric pressing up against her, I had all kinds of thoughts about licking her clit while he pumped me from behind.
We were so close too, until Eric decided to go out and check on Dane. That dumbass had drunk way too much and was puking in the car. He was so delirious that Eric took him to the hospital. I guess it’s a good thing he did because it turned out Dane had alcohol poisoning and they
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