Celly came to my place later, and we went for a drink with what pennies we had left until payday next week. Back home at mine, we lay on the bed together, just talking and listening to music.
We spoke about work (boring!), life in general, futures (careers and us), and anything that crossed our minds. We spoke until we drifted off to sleep on top of the covers, still fully dressed!
Celly was snuggled in under my arm as we dozed, lying but I woke up, feeling a little of the autumn chill. Celly also woke and we decided to undress and get into bed, under the covers. The bed was nice and warm after we'd been laying on it. I slept wearing my pants, Celly had on her panties and T-shirt. We cuddled and kissed and chatted again before drifting off back to sleep.
I was next awoken by Celly's hand sneaking into my pants as she massaged my cock and balls. Her gentle hand had brought me to a strong erection. Celly realised that I was awake and turned her head to me to kiss me. I responded by trying to get my hand under her T-shirt, but she pushed me away.
"You stay there, Vee, I'll look after you," she whispered.
Without letting go of my genitals, she moved her head down my chest and stomach, kissing me all the way down to my pants. She licked and sucked me through my pants, almost making me come. She removed my damp pants and concentrated on my exposed cock, taking me slowly deep into her mouth. She withdrew just as slowly, running her tongue up the underside, reaching my head. She gently sucked the head, and I twitched. She stopped just in time and came back to my face to kiss me again. This gave my cock a chance to relax a little. Wow, Celly certainly knew what she was doing!
Now she allowed me to fondle her gorgeous tits, sitting up to take off her t-shirt. She leaned forward, allowing me to suck at her big brown nipples. I cuddled her breasts together and massaged them with my face. Meanwhile, she had taken off her panties and swung her body around so that we could engage in a sixty-nine. I smelt her aroma, her stickiness was telling me how horny she was. I licked her all the way along her slit to her clitoris, sucking it hard.
That drew a sharp intake of breath from Celly and a throaty moan. She dropped her head back onto my cock, sucking my head as hard as I had sucked her clit. She sucked, I licked, she was very wet, and I was very hard. She climbed off from our sixty-nine and climbed on and guided my cock into her pussy.
She fell forward, my cock was stretching out her pussy and her lovely tits were falling in my face. As we settled into our rhythm, we kissed deeply. She was so sensual in the way her tongue moved around my mouth, and her tongue was actually quite long! How sexy was she? Our rhythm increased, and I could feel her juices dripping onto the top of my thighs. My face was wet from her kissing, and my groin was soaked with her juices. Our rhythm was getting faster and faster, and I was in no doubt that we were going to come together very soon.
We kept our rhythm going, Celly was breathing heavily with throaty moans, and I was grunting louder and louder. Her moans became a scream and I grunted my loudest as we exploded together. Doing my best to hold on to her hips as I pumped my spunk deep inside her pussy while her juices were mixing and dripping onto my thighs. Her tits were heaving as she rode me, her head thrown back in her passion. I reached up to grab at her tits as she fell forward to my face. We kissed breathlessly and collapsed together, not saying a word.
Just laying there with this beautiful woman, well, I had no words! Actually, I did. In that moment, I could've lain there forever. This lady was beautiful and sexy and she was making me question my love and commitment to Inge.
We shared another deep kiss as my cock plopped out of her pussy. After our kiss, she moved down to my groin to give me her sensual clean-up, licking from my asshole to my balls and, finally, taking my cock into her mouth, sucking me clean and managing to get a last drop of cum from my cock. She came back to the top of the bed, we kissed deeply, cuddled up and fell into a blissful sleep.
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We woke with my alarm for work. Getting washed and dressed was playful and relaxed as we shared a natural banter between young couples. Our coffees drank, we left my bedsit and walked up the road to Celly's bus stop. In London, it doesn't take long for a bus to arrive and Celly was on her bus back home within a few minutes. I walked on to work at the unemployment office.
Although I hadn't known young Celeste very long, I was becoming infatuated with her. Or, probably, her large breasts! Yes, I knew that wasn't the best basis to form a relationship with a girl but, I was only nineteen and my love life was, basically, a series of one-night stands. The nearest I had had to anything long-term was with Helka, a pen-friend who had visited London on a two-month student course. We had spent the early part of the summer in a wonderful relationship which had ended with her return to West Berlin.
She had suffered a medical issue on her return after she thought she might have been pregnant. All the time of our summer fun, we didn't have sex because she was not on the pill. But, finally, we did have sex which led to her fears that she was pregnant. As it turned out, she was unable to get pregnant so her fears were unfounded.
But, during the summer, Helka had discovered her bisexual side with a fellow student, Lisa. On her return home, Helka wrote to me that she had decided that it was safer for her health NOT to have sex with a man. So she met a girlfriend, Gisela, and seemed to be happy in her new lifestyle. I was sad that this meant that she wouldn't be able to have children but I was happy for her decision.
But, I had a lot to think about, whether to develop my new relationship with Celly or hanker after past relationships with Inge and maybe, Tanya or Lani. What a dilemma for a horny 19-year-old guy!
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Work was, well, work. As I went on more training courses and embraced the whole office culture, I was growing more confident in my ability to analyse problems and resolve them. My male colleagues and I had an active social life revolving around the 5-a-side football sessions at the local sports centre. We would spend an hour exercising, sweating hard, getting fit and losing weight. Then we would go to a pub for a couple of refreshing beers and get a burger on the way home! So much for healthy living! Hahahaha!
Occasionally, we would go to a disco bar and meet girls, sometimes taking them home for one-night stands. It might sound a bit naughty nowadays but, in 1976, that was the standard lifestyle of young people. It seemed that we were all as horny as each other!
A few days after payday, I called Celly but there was no answer. I tried a few times with no luck. Trouble was that I couldn't call Ginny as she was out of work at this time. So, making an executive decision, I decided to make a solo run down to the West End to see my DJ friend at Crackers. I hadn't seen Mike since I had taken Inge, Tanya and Lani to the club so it would be nice for a catch-up.
Mike was on form, as always, mixing the import disco tracks with the beloved disco standards. And, as always, he had a few disco groupies hanging around the DJ booth.
"How are you doing, Vee? Still getting around? Where's the girls?"
"Ah, they went back home after their holiday. Feel a bit lonely, but sort of relieved. My place wasn't big enough for all of us," I replied. "However, ..." and I let it hang there while he was cueing up his next tune.
"Yeah?"
"Well, I had a little reunion a few weeks ago with a lady I met at a party. And she is just as sexy and crazy as those Norwegians!"
"Have you forgotten all about Inge, then?"
"Well, she's here and Inge isn't and I'm too horny to resist big tits! Hahahaha!"
So, I told Mike about Celly and how the situation is going. He was quite intrigued when I said that she was Caribbean, asking about cultures and how would I deal with it.
He said, "I went out with a Jamaican girl a few years ago but it was difficult. I wasn't keen on the food at first but I got used to it. But, I got a negative vibe when I met her family. They were OK but one of her brothers had words with her about bringing home a white boy! The whole thing made me feel unwelcome and eventually, it fizzled out between us." There was a wistful look on his face but then he said, "Shame, she was gorgeous!"
"I haven't met her family yet so who knows how it will go?" It was all I was willing to say but Mike's tale had given me something to think about.
I left him to do his job of playing the floorfillers and walked around the club to mingle. At the bar, a young lady squeezed in next to me to get a drink. There was always a lot of pushing and shoving at nightclub bars and never enough staff to serve quickly enough. But sometimes, the pushing was quite welcome as it presented opportunities for physical contact and, perhaps, conversation.
"Hello," the young lady said.
I was taken aback as I didn't know anyone here. Still, I replied, "Hello."
"Do you know the DJ?"
"Yes, he's a friend of mine, known him about a year," I said.
"He's nice, good-looking. Do you know if he has a girlfriend?"
All of a sudden, I was becoming a matchmaker for my friend! I could be returning a favour, after all. He was the one who got me together with Joy.
"I don't know, I'll have a word with him," I said.
She got her drink, said, "See you later," and left the bar.
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Wandering around the club, dancing to a few tunes, checking out the ladies ... oh yes, although my heart belonged to Inge and my cock belonged to Celly, my eyes were still roaming free!
I saw the girl I'd been talking to at the bar, she smiled and I smiled back. Of course, I saw Mike and told him about her asking if he had a girlfriend. He said that he wasn't interested and that club policy prevented him from too much fraternising.