Dick Out, Tits Out – Let’s Party

We’d opted for a night of bourbon and darts, with maybe a trip out to the casino if things broke the right way. Fully intending to keep the night guys only, we picked a bar called O’Bannon’s, last rumored to have a female patron during Operation: Desert Storm.

We were having a great time, sharing stories of the glory days, talking about the girls we knew in college and being very (very!) average at darts. I was starting to get a little bored, though. What can I say? I was twenty-four and constantly horny. I wanted to meet some women.

As if my prayer was answered, three young ladies barged into the bar. The place went silent at the presence of the opposite sex.

“Wow, talk about a sausage party,” said the tall brunette.

“Well look, three guys playing darts. Three of us? Seems meant to be,” said a shorter blonde with unbelievable curves.

“My vote is we stay,” said the third, another brunette who was shorter and carrying a couple of extra pounds in all the right places.

They made their way over to us and asked if they could play. Jack and Sammy looked at one another, debating the sanctity of guys’ night. I had no such apprehension.

“We’d love to have you. Have you ladies played before?” I asked.

in short They laughed, which I’d later learn was their way of saying “yes” as they proceeded to kick our ass.

but We all introduced ourselves. The taller brunette was named Meghan. She was maybe an inch shorter than me and had the most luscious set of lips I have still to this day ever seen. She would always give a half smile that was sweet and sexy. The real smile was conveyed by her eyes, which were a gorgeous green.

The blonde was Sara. She had bulging breasts and blonde hair cropped close at her ears. She was by far the most bubbly of the bunch and definitely helped our groups break the ice.

The other brunette, Rita, appeared to be the most reserved of the group (I later would learn how wrong I was, but that is for Part 3 of this story!). She seemed uninterested in joining our group, but she had her own sexy air about her that was mysterious and therefore, intriguing.

I was instantly the most attracted to Sara. Her personality knocked me off my feet and we instantly had a rapport that kept everyone else laughing. It also didn’t hurt that she would stick her ass back and grind it on my crotch every time she threw a dart.

They were kicking our ass in darts while we were teaching them about bourbon. Meghan suggested we go to the bar next door, which would be more crowded, but also provided the opportunity for dancing.

I said absolutely, not waiting for Jack and Sammy to disagree. I wanted to get on the dance floor with Sara as soon as possible.