Long Weekend - Part II
2007-06-07 @ 9:18 p.m.

So, we hung for a while, listened to music, talked and enjoyed our cocktails. I was very tipsy by now, as was Cooper. I rarely get drunk and when I do it does not take much. Steve had only one drink and waited patiently to see what would develop.

I said I wanted to dance. There was no response so I dragged Cooper off the couch. He was nervous but I'm not sure if that was because Steve was watching. With my head on his shoulder, we danced. He did begin to run his hands over my hips, making small circular motions with his hands. The hands, however, did not wander south of the border.

Growing impatient (is there anything quite as impatient as a drunk, horny girl?) I placed his hands on my ass. "You can touch me," I said. His hands did not move. "Or not," I added. Cooper said he was just nervous.

"Because Steve's watching?"

"Yes," he replied. "That's part of it. Just nervous overall, I guess."

Many women, myself included, operate under the notion that any particular man will fuck any woman at the drop of a hat (or drop of a skirt). It's a stereotype we've created and take for gospel. Therefore, when a woman offers herself to a man there's an expectation that it's a done deal. That's why many women become indignant when they're turned down. If a man will fuck anything....but me....what's wrong with me? Men verbally perpetuate the stereotype and many seem to enjoy it. But, like most stereotypes, it breaks down quickly on the individual level. Men are choosy, despite talking a good game.

Anyway, I gave him my best, sexy leer. I do not have a really good leer. Steve will comment on my enthusiastic, perky look. He calls it my "fuck-ready" look. But I do not really have a good, sensual, serious, come hither look.

I decided to go for it and pushed Cooper back onto the couch while simultaneously straddling him. He looked slightly shocked but did not protest. We began to kiss and he soon let his hands run over my ass. I reached down and felt him as well. He was semi-hard.

"Do you want to stop?" I asked while unzipping his pants. He didn't answer.

I moved off of him so Steve could get a good look. I reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. He was now fully erect and there was a good portion of man meat in my hand. He was long and thick. I'm guessing eight or nine inches, which I consider big. Chris was about two inches longer than Steve and Steve is 6 or 6 1/2 inches. Cooper is as big as Chris or a bit bigger. He was also quite thick.

Cooper received a hand job. At first, I went slow. Then, I excused myself and grabbed some hand lotion. I lubricated my hands and went back to work. Cooper watched my hand going up and down for a while. I asked him if I should stop. "That's OK," he told me. "You can keep going." I kept going.

I decided to try something that I recently read about. It was on a blog and I apologize for not remembering the author. It's a good move. I used one hand and began at the base of his cock and moved towards the head of the cock. Then, I used my other hand and did the same thing. I alternated hands in rapid succession, moving in one direction only. It's a move I used before but had really forgotten about until that blog entry jogged my memory. I do not know why that particular move got misplaced in my sex toolbox but it did. Pity, since it's always a crowd-pleaser. A Cooper-pleaser at a minimum.

I did that for a minute and then returned to a regular hand job. Cooper soon had that look in his eyes and said, "Oh, shit, I'm going to cum!" At least he warned me before I had a handful of cum (some of it got on the couch, his pants, my arm etc).

He sat back looking pleased, tired and inebriated. I then received profuse apologies from Cooper because he was spent and couldn't take care of me. I told him not to worry, no biggie and besides, it's not like I don't know when a guy's going to climax. I could have stopped but I thought we had gone far enough for our first time together.

And after Cooper went to sleep, Steve took care of me.

Fast forward. Sunday afternoon. We attend a cookout. Cooper heads off to spend some time with family and then meets-up with a few of us. Except for an initial few minutes, there's little of the awkwardness that usually follows such an encounter. I decide to play hard to get and give Cooper his space. Which, as usual, works. In the early evening Cooper seeks me out. He once again apologizes, saying it was selfish. I told him not to be silly, that I enjoyed it very much. He asks if he can make it up to me. Tonight.

This post is very long so I'll speed things up.

We left the party early and drove back to my house. The atmosphere was light and relaxed. I jumped in the shower and Cooper soon followed. While he showered, Steve picked out a little baby doll number for me to wear. I slipped into that and when Cooper emerged I made everyone cocktails. We moved to my bedroom. Steve made himself comfortable in chair and Cooper and I lounged on the bed.

His hand found it's way into my thong and began to caress my pussy. Soon, we were kissing and groping. He was very hard and I used my mouth on his large cock. After a few minutes of oral he climbed on top of me and gave me quite the workout. I came once before we switched positions and then, once on top of him, came again almost immediately.

Every now and again, as Cooper fucked me, I made sure to glance over at Steve and hold his gaze for a while. He was excited, rubbing himself through his jeans. When Cooper took me from behind, I made sure that I faced Steve. I came a third time, just before Cooper climaxed.

After his orgasm, Cooper collapsed. So did I. He rolled over and kissed me on the forehead. He panted, mentioning that he must be out of shape. Afterwards, we watched Pirates of the Caribbean. Great flick. I've seen it before but it's been at least a year or two. Then, Cooper went off to the guest room and Steve and I went to bed.

So, it was a good Memorial Day weekend.

On Monday, Steve and I took a long ride, had a late breakfast and went to his parent's house for another cookout.