Let's go back to her early years. Kate was a teenager and in love with the hottest guy in school. She wasn't alone and that was the problem. After he took her virginity, he dropped her for the next of his many admirers. She was devastated but that is part of love's learning curve. So Kate graduated from high school knowing not to put all of her eggs in one basket.
College gave her the opportunity to fill her basket with lots of eggs. During her four years at university, Kate experienced everything from one night stands, to short term two month love affairs. She never expected or wanted these affairs to last forever. In her mind they were merely flings.
What she learned from all of this was that she loved sex as much as the boys she was fucking. Okay, the first time as a teenager was a little scary but as she gained experience, Kate learned there is something true about the cliché, "Different strokes for different blokes."
Guys are not all the same when it comes to having and enjoying sex. For her, the novelty as well as the excitement of having sex was in the variety. So she left college with an education that came from lessons learned outside of the classroom and in the bedroom. Of course, sex didn't always take place in the bedroom, like one time in a classroom, but that is another story.
Let's fast forward to today's Kate. She works as a nurse in Kilkenny. Kate has a live-in boyfriend and she is happy with the arrangement, almost happy. His name is Sean and they get along well, well almost. He is a loving man with a great sense of humor who isn't afraid to help around the house. He loves to cook. He even is quite good at fixing things but Sean just doesn't seem to have the same appetite for sex as Kate. He has an athletic attractive body and an above average todger but Kate craves more frequent sex. Clearly, Kate has a higher sex drive than Sean.
So there you have Kate O'Brien in a nutshell. This is about a woman needing more than a cook and a handy man. She lusts to satisfy her higher sex drive and who can blame her?
One August night on the girls' night out, Kate and her friends sat at an isolated corner table at the Left Bank Bar. They needed privacy. The girls were looking for some fun. 'Fun' for them meant they wanted to get laid. However, they had a problem. The guys at the pub were all local and Kate's friends had already fucked one or more of them at one time or another. So, the women weren't really interested in them. They wanted fresh meat.
The solution was to bring along a tablet, the kind of tablet that allows a person to gain access to the Internet. Their idea was to scan the Internet for men who were interested in hooking up for a one night stand and lived reasonably nearby. After all, it was Friday night and the girls had the entire weekend free so a little traveling wasn't a problem.
Sean was off to see the All-Ireland semi final hurling game in Dublin so Kate wouldn't be seeing him for a couple of days. Everything seemed to be falling in place.
The girls ordered their second bottle of chardonnay while everyone gathered around Sarah. Sarah was somewhat of a social networking, slash, dating site expert, so she controlled the tablet. Sarah knew the sexiest sites and it was generally acknowledged that she had hooked up with several men from previous searches. Kate was excited just watching Sarah's fingers fly over the screen as they rejected one guy after another. They were being choosy.
Sometimes the rejection was because of a man's looks or age and truthfully, that was most of them. Several blokes had profiles that bragged about their cocks and that, Sarah said, is a sure sign of a guy without a brain. Sarah had a sense about the good guys from the losers so that helped a lot in refining their search.
The girls had a major obstacle to overcome. Other than finding one fuck buddy, they needed to find a fuck buddy for each of them. That problem was partially solved when Eimear dropped out. She said it was hopeless and she was just too tired. Eimear was going home to snuggle with her dog. That left three woman and each became more horny with each class of wine. That meant, of course, as time went on they became less critical about the lads they saw online.
It must have been around eight thirty that evening when they hit the mother lode of opportunities. A guy by the name of Brian was online browsing for some girls to join his bachelor party. The drinks were free and he was only a half hour away on the M9 in Carlow. Obviously, it was an all male party unless, of course, the girls were willing to join them. It took only seconds for the girls to unanimously agree that a bachelor party was perfect.
It was getting late so Sarah, Kate, and Sinead quickly scrambled into the car with Kate behind the wheel of her new Ford Focus. The address just south of Carlow that Brian had given them was programmed into the SatNav and they were off for an evening of adventure.
Without incident, the girls arrived at a boisterous celebration of half and fully drunk men. Among the half dozen participants, all were college age and the truth about the party became evident later. This was not a bachelor party but a football club party.
The girls were feeling quite happy themselves and when they entered the room of lecherous males, it was like handing out matches to a half dozen sticks of dynamite. The fireworks began soon after the girls were given their first drink. There was little pretense about their desires and the adventurous women immediately joined the boys in celebrating the rights of spring, in other words, the breeding season.
The boys might have been young but they weren't without experience. A bloke the guys called "Toes" suggested they play Boob Flash, something they learned in New Orleans last February. It was simple and a good warm up for what was to come later. If a girl let the boys see her tits, she got a cheap strand of beads. It was a great ice breaker. All of the girls were happy to play.
But it was Sinead that got the loudest howls from the appreciative audience. She had the most glamorous and abundant breasts by far. They wanted to see her flash them a second and third time. She complied receiving a neck full of beads. Robert, the most handsome of the group, was chosen to hang them around her neck but his hands strayed a bit and cupped Sinead's large left boob. He got a quick slap on the face for his indiscretion but it was more of a playful smack than serious and everyone laughed.