I had just broken up with my dickhead boyfriend, Mike, and was enjoying single life for a bit.

My best friend, Linda and I were invited to a pool party. Pat introduced Linda in his story Strip Scrabble (https://www.lushstories.com/stories/threesomes/strip-scrabble). Linda is the horniest person I know; she will fuck pretty much anyone, male or female. She knows how to have a good time, and that is one of the reasons we are best friends.

Now I enjoy a good fuck as much as anyone. But I was not as cock hungry as Linda; I can survive without it if I have to.

When Linda and I arrived at the party, we made a beeline for the temporary bar that was set up by the pool. We ordered our favourite drinks and stood to one side. The party was already in full swing. Half the footy team was in the pool with their girlfriends. A small group was dancing on deck.

After a few drinks, Linda said she was going to join those in the pool. She stood and removed her clothes. She was wearing a tiny, yellow bikini. She wanted me to join her in the pool, but I hadn't brought my swimsuit with me. I was, or used to be, very conservative, and there was no way I was going to show my skinny legs to this group. Linda turned around and jumped into the pool. That was the last I saw of her for the night.

I was wearing a pair of jeans and a tight-fitting tank top. Underneath, I had a black lace bra and panties. I wasn't looking for a man, but it was good to be prepared.

Looking at those folks on the dance floor was the first time I saw Pat. Not the most handsome guy at the party, nor the sexiest, come to think of it, and not the best dancer, most likely the worst dancer. But he was enjoying himself. He had on one of those loud Hawaiian shirts and even louder shorts. I got the feeling his dress code was not to attract attention to himself, but rather because he was happy to wear what he wanted.

I smiled in his direction as I watched him dance. Not a flirty smile, just a smile because he was enjoying what he was doing. Pat walked towards me. 'Oh no, he must think I was giving him signals by smiling in his direction,' I thought.

"Hi, I'm Pat. Would you like to dance?" he asked as he reached out his hand.

"Hi, I am Barb, and no thanks," I replied politely.

Pat dropped his head in disappointment and turned to walk away.

"I don't like dancing, but you can get me another drink and we can chat for a bit."

Pat smiled and headed off to get us some drinks. When he returned, we decided to move to a quiet corner of the yard so we could talk.

We talked for ages; the party was now in full swing. There was a couple dry humping against the fence and a few who could not handle their drink passed out on the lawn. Most of the women in the pool lost their tops. I pointed the topless girls out to Pat, and he had a quick look and returned his focus on me. I liked that, I liked him. The more we talked, the more I enjoyed his company, his sense of humour and that lovely smile and beautiful blue eyes of his.

I did notice that those blue eyes did dip down to check out my 38DD girls and the cleavage on display. I enjoyed the fact that he liked to look but did his best to limit his stare. I found myself leaning forward with my arms close together, squeezing my boobs together to tease him a little.

I was starting to like him a lot and found myself thinking about what he would be like in bed.

The party was starting to die down, a lot of folks had already left, and the bar was closed. Pat offered to take me home, which I gladly accepted. I wondered if Pat was going to make a move on me, or if this was just a pleasant chat with a friend situation.

He pulled up at the front of my house and said, "It was nice meeting you. I had a lovely night."

Doubts flooded my mind. Maybe does not want to sleep with me. I decided to make the first move, to risk it and see what happens. I leaned over and planted a kiss right on his lips.

He raised his hand to my cheek and caressed it as we kissed. The tips of our tongues danced in our mouths.

He kissed my neck and nibbled my ears. My pussy was soaking wet, he was pressing all the right buttons for me, and my body was responding.

I wanted him, I want to feel his hands and lips on my naked body, I wanted his cock, I wanted him to fuck me.

"Do you want to go inside for a coffee?" I whispered in his ear.

"Yes, I would like that."

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my nerves were a mess. This was not my first rodeo, but for some reason, this felt different.

Inside the house, I put the kettle on and asked how he liked his coffee. I did not hear him walk up behind me. I was in such a state. He put his arms around my waist and whispered, "Cream, no sugar." Now, most men would have wrapped their arms around me and grabbed my tits. But Pat was taking his time. I liked that.

He kissed my neck and ears again as I tried to make the coffee. This was a guy I only met tonight, and he already knows that my neck and ears are two of my trigger points. I could not focus on making the coffee. I don't think Pat or I wanted coffee any more.

I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on one of my boobs, my nipples already rock hard and erect. I never go out without a bra, the girls are too big and swing all over the place, but right now I wish I did not have one on. He lowered his other hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy over my jeans.

I arched my back and pressed my flat, bony butt against his hard cock. I wanted him. I wanted his cock. Enough foreplay. I spun around in his arms to face him. We kissed passionately and repeatedly. When we stopped for air, he kissed my neck and nibbled my ears. This guy knows exactly where my erogenous zones are. I melted in his arms, surrendering my body to him. I was sure he could sense that also.

He stepped back from me just enough so he could pull that Hawaiian shirt over his head and dropped to the floor. Pat had a solid build, not a gym junkie build with a six-pack and muscles everywhere, but he was solid without carrying any excess weight. I was impressed.

Looking into my eyes, Pat grabbed the bottom hem of my tank top and attempted to lift it over my head. Unfortunately, with my small waist and large tits, the tight top does not come off without a fight. I gave an assist and stretched the top over my ample breasts. Pat stood there, looking at me, admiring my body, not in a sleazy way, but with genuine appreciation. It made me feel good that he liked what he saw.. He was also checking out my tits nestled in the black sexy bra, which also made me feel good, which was unusual for me.

The kettle boiled and switched itself off automatically, but coffee was no longer on the menu.

Pat and I embraced again, short, tender kisses as he reached behind me and expertly unclipped my bra. His hands guided the straps off my shoulders, then he stepped back half a step to allow my bra to slide down my arms and drop to the floor, freeing my boobs.

He lowered himself and kissed and licked each of my hard, erect nipples. His hands brushed over my boobs ever so lightly. Pat kissed his way down my body until he was on his knees in front of me. He looked up into my eyes. Then unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I shimmied my jeans down my legs; they were a slim fit, so it was a bit of a struggle to get them off my feet.

Pat kissed my pubic mound over the top of my black lace panties. Again, pausing and looking into my eyes, I think he was checking I was OK to keep going. There was no way either of us could stop now. I wanted him and was well and truly past the point of no return. Without taking his eyes off me, he slowly lowered my delicate panties to the ground, and I stepped out of them.

He ran his hands up the back of my legs. When he reached the back of my knees, I moaned and instinctively spread my legs just a little. He knew he had found another one of my E-zones, and we had not even made it to the bedroom yet.

Kissing the small, trimmed diamond-shaped pubic hair, his hands on my small butt. He allowed his tongue to tease my clit. Then he spun me around with his hands, and my back was now to him. I hate my little flat backside, and here I was letting him get up close and personal with it.

Pat ran his tongue down between my butt cheeks, not inside my crack, just between the cheeks, then down to my soaking wet pussy. His hands brushed the back of my knees.

My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest; my blood was boiling, yet my body was covered in goosebumps. What was this guy doing to me? I wanted to bend over the kitchen cupboard and tell him to fuck me. But I resisted.

I spun around to face him again and pulled him up onto his feet. We embraced and kissed, my boobs pressing against his bare chest. My arms around his waist, his arms around my upper body. I could stay like this forever. I felt comfortable. Loved, even though we had only just met that night.

Then Pat started to rock his hips, my mind went from comfortable and cosy to wanting to fuck the brains out of this man. I slid down his body, my nails lightly scratching his back as I dropped to my knees. I paused. This time, it was me looking up at him. I was not looking for his approval, more his reaction.

I grabbed the elastic waist of his shorts and tugged them down over his cute butt. Dragging his erect manhood down, slowly exposing his neatly trimmed pubic hair, his hard cock started to come into view. As I lowered his shorts a little more, past the head of his cock, it popped up in the air and nearly slapped me in the face. I let go of his shorts, and they fell to the floor.

Pat has a lovely cock, not too big and not too small. I didn't move, just admired it for a while. Yes, I did enjoy looking at, touching, sucking and feeling cock, and I was not ashamed to feel that way. I wrapped my fingers around the base of Pat's wonderful cock and guided the head over my nipples, along my neck and over my face before kissing it and giving the head a tease with my tongue. I paused before opening my mouth and taking that lovely cock of his in my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could. For some reason, I wanted Pat to enjoy it. My head bobbing up and down on his shaft, I cupped his clean-shaven balls. I could hear him moan. I was glad I was pleasing him as I enjoyed sucking his manhood.

He was getting close to coming, while I would have happily taken his load in my mouth and swallowed it, I wanted to experience him in my pussy. I removed his cock with a pop from my lips. I stood up, not sure if he still wanted to kiss me; some men don't after sucking their dick. But he did kiss me. His hard cock pressed against my body.

I stared into his eyes, my arms around his neck. His hands were on my butt. I lifted myself on him and wrapped my legs around his waist, and then slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. It was like we were a perfect match; his cock slid into my wet pussy, filling me.

I started to ride him, right there in the kitchen. I bounced up and down on his curved, hard cock, my tits bouncing between our bodies. In no time at all, I felt myself on the edge of an orgasm. So soon, was it all the foreplay and how he touched me, or was it something else? I bit my bottom lip, my pussy tightened its grip around his shaft as I slammed down hard on him and held it there. All I could do was look wide-eyed into his eyes as I came. He smiled at me, pleased that he could make cum. I returned his smile, also happy that he could make cum.

We lost our strength, and I had to climb down off my man. Standing together in the kitchen, he suggested we move to the bedroom. I agreed, and I surprised myself when I grabbed his cock, still slick with my love juices and led him to the bedroom.

I turned on the light, not sure why; normally, I like to make love with the lights out. But I regretted doing so when I saw my blue rubber dildo on charge on the bedside table.

"That's embarrassing, I forgot that was there, sorry." I grabbed and rushed to put it away.

Pat stood in my way and took my hands in his and said, "Don't be embarrassed just because you enjoy yourself, I jerk off too, it is nothing to be ashamed about. Why not leave it out? It might be fun."

He kissed me and lowered me to the bed. Kissed my neck again, then massaged my boobs, letting his fingers brush over my hard nipples, fuck, I love that. I could tell he loved playing with my big 38DD tits as they lay on my chest. He gave them extra attention. He made his way down my body and between my legs. He licked my pussy then plunged his tongue inside. I was already rocking my hips. I wanted him inside me again.

He stood up I was expecting him to insert his cock in my wet pussy. But he stood over me, like a colossus, he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it. I could not take my eyes off him. Watching his balls swing under him. His hand was pumping his cock. I just lay there spread-eagled on the bed and enjoyed myself as I watched him.

I wanted him to cum inside me. I don't mind being sprayed with a guy's cum over my body, but that night, I wanted him to cum inside me. I was going to ask him to put it inside me when he stopped jerking his cock. He leaned forward and kissed me, and took the blue dildo out of my hand. I had forgotten I still had it.

Pat turned the dildo on and lowered himself down my pussy. I lifted myself onto my arms and watched as he slowly inserted the rubber cock. He only inserted halfway, and then paused. It buzzed inside my wet pussy. I moaned. Pat worked in about another inch, then withdrew it an inch. Just slow back and forth, only an inch. He watched, mesmerised by the blue dildo sliding in and out of me. He was careful, gentle and teasing. He leaned forward and took my clit in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. I have never had a man use a dildo on me before, and to have him lick me at the same time, I was on edge soon enough.

He took my hand and placed it on the dildo, guiding me to maintain the rhythm, only one inch in and one inch out. Slow and steady. I followed his lead, my god, I thought, I was fucking myself in front of this guy. It felt so wrong but so good.

Pat stood up again and started to stroke his cock over me as he watched me fuck my pussy with the dildo.

He straddled my body and positioned his cock between my boobs. He was certainly a titman, and I didn't mind it. He started to tit-fuck me, my free hand guided his cock, while he squeezed my boobs around his shaft. I don't enjoy a tit-fuck, it does nothing for me. I would rather a cock in my pussy or mouth, but I know some men do enjoy it, and Pat was one of them.

Meanwhile, I was still working my faithful blue cock one inch in and one inch out of my pussy.

Pat must have sensed my lack of positive feedback with the tit-fuck and moved up and fed the purple head of his cock into my mouth. I gladly sucked on it.

Enough teasing already. I took out the dildo and dropped it to the floor. Pat heard it and took his cock out of my mouth and slowly worked his way down my body.

I look into his eyes now and say, "Fuck me, Pat." It was rare for me to talk dirty, because I enjoy doing it rather than talking about it.

He kissed me and slowly inserted his manhood into my wet pink opening. He did not try to bust me open or rip me apart. Don't get me wrong, I love a good hard fuck, but right then, I wanted what he was giving me. Long, deep, slow strokes. I wrapped my legs around his butt. Did I mention he has a cute butt? My arms spread out on the bed. Our pace picked up, faster and deeper. Our bodies glistened with sweat. My tits bounced around on my chest with each thrust of his hips. In the past, I would have placed my hands on them, trying to hide the fact that they bounce around, but knowing Pat is a titman, I just let them jiggle and bounce on my chest. I did notice Pat enjoyed watching them.

Pat removed his cock, I moaned with disappointment that my pussy was empty. He spun me around on my hands and knees, my small butt in the air. He moved up behind me, placed his hands on my hips and started to pound me from behind. His balls slapped against my pussy with each plunge of his hips.

I looked at my dressing mirror in the bedroom, and saw this sexy man taking me from behind. My tits were swinging below me. Pat noticed my head turned in that direction and looked. He could see us. He smiled as he watched my tits move under me with each of his thrusts.

His pace picked up, driving his cock faster and harder. Then, in one long, deep thrust, he came inside me. This triggered me to cum at the same time. We both collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted and spent.

He wriggled up beside me and kissed me. I thought, here we go, the old 'it is late, I have to go' line. But he did not, we just stayed in bed, looking into each other's eyes.

It seemed he was going to stick around. "I could do with a drink, do you want one?" I asked, a big, silly smile of satisfaction on my face

"Just water, thanks."

I gingerly climbed out of the bed and made my way to the kitchen. I got to the bedroom door when I heard Pat call out to me. I turned to face him.

He just smiled and said, "Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see your naked body again." I liked that, and smiled back at him and did my best to shake my tits for him before heading into the kitchen to get our drinks.

When I returned, I bent down from waist to hand him his drink, my tits hung below me. I could see he was in two minds, grab my tits or grab his drink. He can be too much of a gentleman sometimes; he took his drink.

We made love and fucked hard several times that night, and he slept with me in my bed. In the morning, the two of us made breakfast naked and took it back to bed with us. In bed, I covered my naked body with the sheet as we ate. He laughed and said, "We have spent the night together making love naked, lights on, now you feel the need to cover up?" I laughed as he dragged the sheet off my body. "I love looking at your naked body, Barb, don't hide it from me." I leaned over me and kissed both of my nipples. Then kissed me on the lips. It was a sensual kiss. He paused and looked into my eyes as he slowly moved back to his side of the bed. It was a romantic moment. We both felt like we wanted to say something, but did not.

Pat had to leave after breakfast as he had promised a friend to help him fix his car. He never asked for my number, but he did ask if he could take me out for dinner that night after he finished repairing the car. Of course, I accepted.

And that was the start of our relationship.