A short corkscrew tale of how one person entering a contest could change the lives of three friends. One eventful weekend may just pave the road for a journey they never thought possible. The first installment of a four story series.
Jeff and Jen are strolling down the hall together, when Jeff suddenly stops. Jen takes notice and turns around to look at him. Before she can utter a word, he pulls her into his chest. Then proceeded to without warning slam her back against a door causing it to rattle on its hinges before crashing his lips to hers. They hear a familiar male voice from inside yell, "What the fuck?!"
"Oh shit," Jeff pulls away laughing, "This is Norman's room. I don't want to share you right now - come on." He jogs down the hall and around the corner practically dragging Jen behind him. Just as they had rounded the corner, Norman had opened his door. He stepped out glancing up and down the hall, not a soul in sight. Jeff finally leads this beautiful woman to another door, which she assumes is his this time. He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his card key. "Finally here." He mused as he opens the door, then holds it for her. Jen casually walks inside as she looked around the room.
It wasn't a suite. A one room set up, with a California King, four poster bed - beautifully carved. The posts nearly reached the ceiling and had dark burgundy canopy. The bed was lavish, other than that it had all the usual fixings. Flat screen tv, mini fridge, standard windows, couch and a bathroom. Jeff saw her eyes fixate on the bed. He grinned as he slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. A trail of kisses down her neck.
Jeff guided Jen over to the couch, he turned, sat then pulled her into his lap. His hands roamed her outer thighs, "So, you have kids?" Jen nods and pulls out her phone. She smiles wide as she never misses an opportunity to show off her babies and so thrilled he asked. Jen leaned against his chest, head on his shoulder, as she showed him the pictures. Jeff tightened his arms around her, seeming interested as he looked at the pictures she was willing to show. "So that dickbag you were with, how long ago did you guys break up?"
"Not long, couple weeks." Jeff pulls her down and kisses her, as he starts grinding her ass. "He's an idiot. If you were mine...I'd never look at another woman again." Those words alone were almost her undoing. My God he was incredibly sexy. She can't wait anymore and she presses her lips to his, as she sits up and moves her legs to both sides. To effectively straddle this delectable specimen of man. His erection was poking at her core, Jen couldn't help moaning into his mouth as she gyrated against his ever hardening staff .
Jeff slides his tongue over her lips and she parts them allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. He grunts as he suddenly stands then adjusts her, wrapping her legs around his hips, before walking back toward the bed. His hands gripping her ass tight, squeezing the softness. Jen feels his erection growing by the second. "Oh Jeff," she moans into his mouth. His knees hit the edge of the bed and he gently tosses her down. He immediately starts undoing her her jeans and sliding them off, he's a man with a plan. Jeff slid both hands up her smooth, soft, caressable, spreadable legs. He stopped at her knees, pulling her legs apart. He smiles as his right hand moves toward her center.
