Rene and I spent a great holiday weekend together. I could tell she was burned out from University. I hope after this weekend she is not burned out from me, We were at each other like the two healthy nineteen year old animals we are. For a change Rene was as hungry as I. I liked it. That pursued damsel giving in to her boyfriend's base desires can get old.
From the time we woke up en-wrapped in each other Friday morning until this Sunday afternoon it seemed if we weren't fucking, we were either eating or bathing in my homes claw-foot tub. OK, we had fucked in that tub a lot before this. Who ever placed that tub in the center of that tiny bathroom was a genius. It became a prop as all the scant furnishings in my coach house abode had for this holiday weekends grunting, groaning, moaning fuckfest.
The only break was Fred’s annual Holiday party on Saturday night. He has thrown one for years. His house was always the one with the scantest adult supervision and the tradition continues. Time was Rene and I would have stayed overnight after party to make use of the upstairs spare bedroom, But now that I have my own crash pad we left that to be used by others this year.
With all the old friends and flames of mine at this party it was a test of my new found vow of fidelity. I must admit some women of my past fact and fantasy life might have crossed my mind as Rene serviced me upon return to the coach house that night. But the view of her long blond hair as it fell across my stomach as Rene took me into her soft wet mouth would banish all but adoration for Rene and Rene alone. Not to mention the sight of how intently she studied my dick with large blue eyes as she slowly stroked it and brought me to full attention. That was as alluring as any old phantasms that flounced in my head. Visions of girls I had lusted after previously. Some which had even satiated that lust. Far to few in reality.
Looking back at the party now I have to shake my head in wonder. Not only did the usual suspects, from Helen's friend Eileen to Fred's younger sister Judy seem to be drawn to rubbing against me like cats in heat whenever Rene was otherwise occupied. Each young woman was generously blessed with large breasts and seemed to want to make the point that Rene was not. Where were such attentions when I went stag to these occasions? Even Helen was more touchy feely with me than ever, until she remembered herself with the aid of my fidelity to my best and oldest friend Fred. All this in spite of the chemical enhancements available at this party. I have done alright with women in the past, but on this night there were open invitations from places where doors had always been shuttered tight before.
So as I positioned myself behind Rene’s deliciously upraised heart shaped rump for a final multi-angled ravishing of the day her only comment was, "So are you going to fuck me into oblivious slumbers yet again tonight.”
“I shall do my best sweet Rene.” I said with firm resolve and impaled her again and again upon my rigid staff until that post coitus black curtain fell.