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After graduation from college, I continued to live in the same apartment complex. It is made up of several buildings, all three floors with twenty four apartments per building. I continued living there because I had gotten a job locally right out of college and the rent was cheap. Since I'm single, I saw no reason to move out, especially since a lot of college girls live there during the school year.

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So there I was again, hanging out in my favourite pub on a busy Saturday night, talking to my buddy Zack, half-focused on him, half-focused on finding a good-looking guy to take home and fuck into oblivion. Yeah, I knew Zack wanted me, and the truth is that I wanted him, too, but neither one of us had ever acted on it. My rationale was: why ruin a perfectly good friendship just because a wet spot formed on my thong whenever I was around him?

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I'm so excited to see them. I'm squirming in my seat. It's been so long since I've tasted either of them and I'm licking my lips with anticipation. I remember her soft body against mine and his hard length inside of me. God I need that again. I need to feel both of them against me, on either side of me. I drive off the bridge, trying not to speed knowing I'm so close to there place. I'm shaking in my seat, and I have butterflies in my stomach. What will we say? How will we start? God I can't wait.

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My wife Sara and I were out celebrating our third anniversary. She was 34 at the time and I 37. We had no set plans and decided to begin with dinner at a nice restaurant. We finished both our dinner and the pitcher of margaritas we ordered. Upon leaving decided that neither of us should be driving. Instead we decided to walk around the city.

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Rob: My girlfriend and I had the most amazing anniversary last week and we had just had to put it down in writing to make sure we remembered all the details. It has changed everything and we are not sure what the future holds for us. We know we will be together but, well on with the story. Cindy and I had been together one year last week and I invited her to dinner at the same cozy little restaurant where we had our first date.

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It's sometimes amazing how innocent little meetings just turn out to be life's big enjoyments. I'm Al and my wife's name is Liz and this is our story. We've been blessed with an amazing financial windfall when the investment's our folks gave to us kept doubling and splitting giving us enough money so that at the ripe old age of thirty five we were able to not have to work to make ends meet.

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What to write about? What to write about I mused to myself, my mind momentarily blank. Glancing through the pages and pages of stories in Literotica you could be forgiven for thinking that just about every topic for a story had already been used. I sat back in the chair pondering on possible story themes and as I did I started thinking about my life so far.

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I hope you enjoy this, it's all true and we certainly did! It happened last Christmas, after a friend's wedding. We'd stayed up drinking with some Army officers, in no hurry to get back to our room in the hotel. They were going to catch a cab to another hotel, but it was late, and we were having a good time so we offered them floor space in our room.

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‘Dave won’t be home until four-thirty,’ she thought as she rinsed the soapy lather from her body. She dried and spent some time on her hair, making it look the way I liked, tied up off the shoulder. She applied her make-up and dabbed some Obsession perfume on her pulse points. ‘That should do it. Now, what shall I wear,’ she mused. She opened her wardrobe door and chose a light summer frock that was almost transparent when lit from behind. ‘Yes, perfect’.

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I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I wrapped the towel around me and dripped to the front door. Guys are much more able to that than girls are. We can drip, and show up at the door in only a towel from the waist down, and no one thinks it's a come-on. If a girl does it, she's just asking for it.

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