I felt a bit guilty when Eric called later that afternoon and asked if I would join Bailey and him for dinner and a night out. I agreed, because Eric and I were friends before Bailey’s family moved into our city and became part of our friendship circle in middle school.

They picked me up after seven that Friday evening, and we went to a local sports bar and grill.

Bailey was dressed in a sheer, black and white blouse under a black jacket and black slacks.

Yes, she was attractive, and I tried not to be obvious.

Bailey played things cool, as Eric and I conversed about our careers.

Although I was slowly advancing within my company, Eric was struggling with his employer.

Eric became a team leader, and his manager had a son working with him on a team project, that consisted of three other engineers in the group think. The guy was causing him issues by talking to his father after hours, apparently wanting credit with some of Eric’s or the other member’s ideas.

I said the kid was a typical office snake and to play things safe around him.

I suggested Eric set up a trap, causing the co-worker to make an ass of himself, when his dad sat in on some of the team meetings.

As we ate, I told Eric to pass on some his project suggestions to a couple of the other workers in his team, in an email, excluding the manager’s son. There were other ideas we came up with and Eric seemed to be satisfied with our suggestions.

Bailey sat quietly, and I wondered if she was feeling guilty. She excused herself to a trip to the lady’s room after hearing Eric’s bad experience with office politics.

While she was away, I asked Eric if he was upset with Bailey calling me. Eric laughed and said, “No, we’re like family and I’d rather she be with you, than some other guy.”

Eric seemed to relax and ordered another round of beers when the waitress passed by.

We finished our dinner and went to one of the large night clubs. Bailey stayed by Eric’s side, holding his hand as we entered the club.

At the bar, I ordered a round for us, and Bailey managed to find an empty table. The club was packed, as expected being the night after Thanksgiving.

After a while Eric loosened up enough to take Bailey out on the dance floor, leaving me alone.

As I watched them dance, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

When I turned around, standing behind me, holding a drink, was one of my former girlfriends, Charlotte. We nicknamed her Charli when we were in middle school. Charli and Bailey were cordial friends, and didn’t hang out together much, if they weren’t hanging out with Eric and me.

Charli was more of a bookworm and became an honor roll student. We stopped dating sometime during our sophomore or junior year of high school. And it was likely because I was more interested in sports than education, causing our paths to split.

Charli was a bit of a nerd in high school, wearing glasses, little makeup, and dressed conservatively. She had a natural attractiveness, and most guys passed on her.

She stood roughly five-foot seven, thin body features, long brown hair and brown eyes. She always seemed to have books in her arms everywhere she went. Well, not to a movie, the skating rink or the curbside diner we went to on our parent chaperoned dates while we were in middle school or our freshman year.

OK, I was surprised to see Charli and I stood to say hello. She leaned in and I gave her a hug. As we sat, Charlie sat close so we could chat about our lives over the loud music and crowd.

Charli’s looks hadn’t changed much, except she was wearing some light makeup and wore a short, black dress, that wasn’t in her usual conservative manner I remembered.

 In fact, she was more attractive and sexier than I remembered from the past.

After we sat, I asked her about her life and how things were going.

She began by saying she went through a divorce in the past year because her ex was abusive.

I didn’t ask her how he treated her, because she changed the subject to our careers.

Charli said she moved back home about a month back, working as an assistant manager in a large corporation’s local branch office, after spending several years with another company located in a larger city in a nearby state. She told me after her divorce, she saw an opportunity to return home and applied.

She asked about my career and past, and I told her how baseball didn’t work out after college, but I managed, somehow to get my degree.

She seemed a bit disappointed when I mentioned I lived in another city, and I didn’t visit home often. I hesitated to mention I had to fly home on Sunday.

About this time, Bailey and Eric returned to the table and were surprised to see Charli.

Bailey and Charli seemed cordial and chatted about some of the usual banter.

Eric took the opportunity to attend the men’s room, and I joined him.

I asked Eric if Bailey and him were OK, and he laughed, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to leave in a little while. Bailey kept rubbing my crotch on the dance floor.”

I said that would be fine with me, but I wanted to spend time with Charli before leaving.

We returned to our table, finding Bailey and Charli talking.

A slow dance song began to play a few minutes later and I asked Charli if she would like to dance.

She agreed and held my hand as we made our way to the dance floor.

As we danced close, Charli asked me if I had plans with Bailey and Eric later. I said no, because they were interested in leaving soon.

Charli’s eyes seemed to light up, “I’ll take you home, and let them go off by themselves.”

How could I refuse.

Charli pressed closer to me as we finished the dance, then held my hand as we returned to the table.

After a few minutes, Eric finished his beer, then said he was ready to leave. Before they stood, I told Eric I would catch a ride with Charli.

As they stood to leave, Bailey glanced at Charli and I, then took Eric’s hand and told us goodnight.

As they walked towards the exit, I caught Bailey turning back to look at me.

I saw her and smiled before she turned away.

Charli and I chatted a bit more and soon she said she was ready to leave.

As we got inside Charli’s car, she asked me where I was staying. She smiled when I told her I was at my parent’s house, although it wasn’t the same house they lived in when we were in high school.

As Charli drove, we talked about some of the places we went, when we dated. I mentioned the skating rink and she laughed about the first time we kissed after sneaking outside away from her dad.

She reminded me that I squeezed her breast each time we kissed, but we never went further than that.

About that time, we stopped at a traffic stop, and for no reason, I leaned toward her, and we kissed.

And Charli put my hand on her breast.

Yes, it's game on.

Charli’s apartment was in one of the more expensive complexes of the city, on the fourth floor. I guess as an assistant manager, she could afford to have such luxury.

An elevator provided us a moment of privacy, although there was a small camera I noticed when the doors closed.

Charli had to know about the camera, but it didn’t stop her from planting a long, erotic kiss.

Before the elevator reached her floor, Charli and I were passionately kissing. Anyone watching on that camera knew what was going to happen when we got inside her apartment.

And they were correct.

Charli and I couldn’t undress fast enough.

Charli has C-cup breasts and shapely figure to match, I noticed as we made our way to her shower.

And she went into some sort of beast mode as we made out under the water.

She began to nibble some on my lip, my shoulder, and sucked on my fingers.

I had a brief thought, “What if she bit my cock?”

Well, she did, kind of.

She knelt, took my hard cock in her hands, kissed the tip, then lightly put her teeth on it.

I flinched somewhat, but Charli caressed the area lightly using her lips.

I was aroused to say the least, watching Charli take my cock in her mouth. She would be gentle with it in her hands and mouth, then grip it tightly with her hands.

I didn’t know if I could last much longer.

Charli brought me to close to climax, then stopped.

She stood, put her arms around my neck, then kissed me deeply.

Somehow, we made it to her large bed, where she practically threw me onto it and laid on top of me.

Charli’s warm breath in my ear and nibbling on my earlobe a bit was erotic, then she started to do the same on one of my nipples, stimulating it, while stroking my cock with one of her hands.

She moved down, kissing my abdomen, then began oral play on my cock, teasing it by licking the head, sucking on it, and putting as much of it in her mouth as she could.

Before I began to reach orgasm, she stopped. Then she moved up and kissed me again.

I rolled her over onto her back, and it was my turn to tease her.

I treated her nipples the same way, sucking and lightly nibbling on them with my teeth. As I pulled on them with my teeth, Charli moaned each time, obviously enjoying the roughness.

When I made my way to her pussy, I used my fingernails to lightly scratch her abdomen, causing her to flinch. Then I slightly scratched the insides of her thighs as I kissed around her light pubic hair.

It didn’t take long for Charli to begin having orgasms when I began to kiss and lick her clitoris. Charli’s clit seemed larger than Bailey’s I noted when I began to lick it.

Charli’s orgasms began to get intense as I worked her clitoris with my tongue and sucking on it.

When I inserted my finger in her pussy and finger fucked her, I felt a bit of a roughness and I massaged it.

A moment afterwards, Charli was bucking her hips into my face and then squirted in my face.

I never experienced that before, but I kept massaging that spot with my finger.

I don’t know if her walls were soundproof, but I didn’t care, nor did Charli with her squeals and crying.

She threw herself onto her back, panting and seemingly crying after the orgasms she experienced.

I sat up on my knees, and lightly caressed Charli’s back and ass with my fingertips.

Then she rolled over, sat up and kissed me for a long moment.

Then, she pushed me onto my back, sat on my cock and proceeded to fuck me like a wild banshee.

I don’t know how long I manage to last, but Charli made sure she returned the favor, using her muscle skills. She could squeeze tightly, almost like a hand.

When I was reaching my climax, Charli tightened up and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

After a couple of minutes of resting, Charli leaned forward and kissed me, then went off to the shower.