My encounter with Terri Lynn was literally a (pleasant and well-deserved) gift. A dealer had been staying at my house, and had incurred something of an obligation to me, so when he and our “friend” Chris decided to party one Friday night, they brought over their girls Terri Lynn and Jeanne. First stop was my bedroom, where I got Chris and the girls high, and when everyone wandered off, Terri Lynn stayed and explained in a laughing, high-spirited, and humorous way the arrangement, that she was there to take care of me first, had already been remunerated for said services, and having already puffed, we began to make the deal work.
This was a happy first for me, and like a birthday party with new friends, I didn’t quite know how to act. Terri Lynn was a red head, slightly on the round side, with a relaxed and contagious grin, sparkling pretty gray eyes. She had a great sense of humor and loved to laugh, which is a relief, because this could have turned awkward at any time. She had lovely, sensitive breasts she enjoyed sharing with me after I’d helped her wriggle out of a couple of her shirts. She was delightful to hold in my hands and arms, and delivered a lovely, affectionate blowjob which didn’t get me off, but which I protested was more than good enough, and after several luxuriously extended minutes of her mind-blowing pneumatic attention I stopped her, got her back into most of her clothing, gave her a puff, and sent her on her way to the other party unfolding upstairs.
The night careened and ricocheted. Three hours later, Terri Lynn and I, friends now and thick as thieves, leaned shoulder to shoulder on my bed, realizing we were out of up, and together we cooked up a scheme. I would pay her a hundred bucks to finish the job she’d started earlier, she would hold onto twenty for gas and spend the rest going in with me one third on a ball we’d buy from our dealer guy for two-forty, who it turned out was an ex-boyfriend of Terri Lynn and we both knew him by different names, and who finally brought us the ball, and my sweet, red-headed, tweaked out grinning girl who I had to undress again blessed me with a slow, relaxed, exquisite, and this time effective GFE BBBJ, treating ourselves to our own private sunrise.
The morning had indeed arrived—the pink and rosy-fingered dawn, with its promise of renewal, the rising winter sun punctuating the end of the night, this sun had brought this new day as well, still dripping, thawing off the eaves, today this new run, this new woman, this new drug dealer, this completely new story. Everything was waking up and looking up.
Bitchez 