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“She’s got a crush on me.” Said Martin and pointed at a plump little bleached blonde that sat at the bar. We were at a Christmas party, given by the tax company that my brother worked for. I would do an occasional freelance work for them, so I got invited, as well.
I remembered the girl, at least remembered seeing her around the office floor, walking around in usually to tight tops, her breasts almost spilling out of the usually low neckline. She had a big ass, the kind that I always liked.
“What’s her name again?” I asked.
“Daria,” replied my brother. “I’m really not interested, at least in no relationship, you understand.”
I nodded and smiled. Of course, Martin was always on guard from any kind of committing ties that the female world seemed to be so hung up on. A parade of hot and not so hot chicks went through his bedroom on regular basis. I used to be his roommate until I could afford my own place in downtown Chicago and I could still remember late night ruckus that would wake me up a few times a week late at night. Moaning and sometimes screaming, banging of the headboard against the wall in the other room. My brother cursing and groaning, sometimes, I would swear that the slapping I heard was not just him fucking the chick but probably spanking her, too.
At times, I would be jealous of his success with the ladies. He seemed to be a magnet to almost every pussy that happened to cross his path. Sometimes, he would leave the bedroom door open, and if I had to go to the bathroom at night, I could see him furiously pounding whatever latest victim he found and charmed into his bachelor loft.
I guess the indiscriminative way of laying his hands on any woman that pleased his eye in the slightest, not caring what color or creed they were, added to his success. Blacks, Latinas, whites, oriental and any other kind there are out there, would receive the same attention from my brother.
Although it was a sort of relief when I finally moved out, there were times when I missed the cheap thrill of listening to the crude sounds of fucking in the other room, while I was furiously jerking off in my own bed.
“Sure, I understand,” I said and he grinned at me. Good old Martin, who will probably not change for a long time to come. Both of us in the early 30s, I could not see it happening for him for a while yet.
“Let’s see if we can have her come home with us,” he said and nudged me in the ribs. At first, I didn’t quite understand what he meant. When it dawned on me, I furiously shook my head no. We have never shared a woman before, I have actually never done a threesome in any kind of combination, and the idea of it alone made me feel uncomfortable.
“Oh, come on, forget that prissy bitch for a moment and have a little good time. You guys are not together right now, anyway.”
The sting that his words laid upon me was sharper than I wanted it to be. I have just broken up with Alicia, my girlfriend of two years and was still getting over her, or at least pretending to be doing the best of it. We had parted our ways three months ago, due to her insistence of us getting engaged and setting a wedding date. I did love her intensely, more than I had ever loved anybody before her, but for some reason, I had difficulty picturing myself being tied down like that. All that despite the fact that I have never cheated on her. I suppose, there was more of my brother in me than I realized or wanted to admit to myself.
I have already had a few drinks and was feeling a pleasant buzz, so when Martin got up and walked over to the bar to order another drink, standing next to Daria, whose face it up the minute she saw him approaching, I thought to myself that this might not be such a bad idea. I’ve heard some of my friends talk about threesomes with other guys involved. They would always brag about how good it was and hey, why not enjoy myself a bit.
Martin stood at the bar for a few minutes, his hand resting on the small of Daria’s back. They spoke in hushed tones, Martin leaning over her shoulder, Daria giggling stupidly. As the drinks were ready, he grabbed one in each hand and started towards me. At the same time, Daria slid off the bar stool and walked behind him, towards the table in the corner where I sat. I felt a knot in my stomach for a moment, but the alcohol did its bid and very quickly, I relaxed.
I actually felt excited, as I have never been with a white chick. All my girlfriends were black, just like my brother and I, which always kept me in good graces with our mother. To do a little nasty with a white girl excited me beyond my expectations.
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