Spring
Break
I knew it was going to be a different Spring Break when I saw the 6'3"
250 lb guy climbing
onto the balcony of our second-floor room at the Holiday
Inn. My
two buddies, Jeff and Rollie, and I were heading out for some
food, but I
figured we might want to check on the action outside.
The big guy waved at us and proceeded to look up. I headed over,
opened
the sliding
glass door and asked him what was going on.
Big grin. "I'm tryin' to climb to those chicks on the 6th floor."
I looked up. There were indeed girls up there. They waved.
I waved back,
but had no intention
of climbing up balconies.
"Call me Q," said the big guy. "Rod", I replied. "Good luck."
"Thanks." He began to climb again and I went back inside. There
was a
guy at the door
who turned out to be one of Q's friends, wondering what the
hell he was
up to. They (a total of 5 guys) were in the room just below ours.
We made introductions
and proceeded to split for our food.
Well, we kept running in to each other, and the two groups became party
buds in no time,
drinking, wenching, and generally being obnoxious together.
Port Isabel and South Padre Island lie only about 30-40 miles from Browns-
ville and the
border crossing to Matamoros, Mexico. The attraction to Mata-
moros was cheap
booze, souveniers, and a low legal drinking age. I had booze,
was 24, and,
having lived in South Texas all my life, didn't want any
souveniers.
But when Wednesday dawned cloudy and cool, I let myself be talked
into joining
the others for a jaunt across the border.
We piled into my pickup and Q's ancient land yacht and headed south.
We
had a pretty
good time wandering about, eating, drinking and shopping. Finally,
5pm rolled around
and we decided it might be good to start back to the island,
eat, get cleaned
up, and go out clubbing. As it happened, we never quite made
it.
Somewhere within walking distance of the Rio Grande is a bar called Blanca
White's (which
mean's White's [as in a name -- Mr. White] white, i.e., posses-
ing the color
white). I was reluctant, but figured what the hell. We walked
up to the door
and they asked us how many were in our party. About 4 of us
yelled "Eight!"
An interesting detail about Blanca Whites is that they only
allow a certain
number of people in at a time, preventing overcrowding. A wise
policy, that.
While we were waiting, in fact almost immediately after we asked for an
eight-person
table, two girls walked up. One was blonde and gorgeous, the
other brunette
and cute, in a schoolteacher sort of way (turns out she was
an Education
major, but I digress), with blue eyes to die for.
"Y'all going in here?" asked Jeff. They smiled and nodded.
"What school
are you from?"
Texas A&M, they said. A&M! Jeff, Rollie and I were
from A&M!
As one, we three
and two of the other guys turned and said "Make that a TEN
person table!"
It was only a couple of minutes later we were ushered in. I was
unprepared for
what we ran into. The interior was brightly lit, with lots of
pseudo-Spanish
decor and assorted bric-a-brac I couldn't place. An old
Eagles' tune
was playing, not too loudly, but the entire population of the bar
was singing
along. We got our table. The other guys ordered liter bottles
of
Corona beer,
I ordered a Hurricane, and the girls also ordered beers, though
smaller. Soon
we were singing along with all of the great old rock and roll
tunes that were
being played. I added a bit of air guitar, drums, and
keyboards just
for variety. This went continued off and on for most of the
night.
The girls naturally got a lot of attention from us. The blonde was
named
Amy and the
brunette Patrice. They were the first two of a larger group that
would be arriving
tomorrow. One thing was already clear. Andy, a member of
the five-man
group below my three, had his sights on Amy and was going after
her in a big
way.
Since Amy looked pretty happy with this proposition, that meant Patrice
was getting
the on-again/off-again attention of seven other guys, myself in-
cluded.
I wondered how to make myself stand out from the crowd (good marketing
is no evil as
long as it is truthful) in a more positive, get-to-know-you way
than my air-musicianship.
In my experience, a lot of girls dislike being followed around like a
puppy, or by
attempting to monopolize their conversations. So I decided to
do my best to
spread my attentions around the group, now talking to Q, then
Patrice, then
Andy, then Jeff, then Patrice again, etc.
After about two hours (any thoughts of returning to the hotel having
long since been
forgotten) and a pretty good pile of drinks for all concerned
(I was easily
the most sober person present -- not that the others were bombed,
just buzzing
hard), Patrice began to more and more attention to me. Amy was
by now sitting
in Andy's lap.
The brunette had very pretty blue eyes, and a slender, almost boyish,
athletic body.
She had a great sense of humor (or at least we laughed at each
other's jokes),
and thought my air guitar was "cool". The fact that I was a
grad student
and at least two years older than all present seemed to be a
source of amazement
to her. Maybe the idea of an "older" man excited her,
I dunno.
I do know I liked Patrice, as well as a couple of hours can give you
the chance to
know anybody enough to like them.
Another hour saw us slow-dancing around the table. Andy and Amy had
their
noses touching.
The other fellows were very drunk and obviously having one
hell of a time.
I kissed Patrice for the first time that night. She responded
with a passion,
stopping our slow movements in order to better press herself
against me.
Her tongue insinuated itself between my lips, and I sucked on it.
She shivered
at that, and I noticed I was getting a hard-on.
We held that kiss for quite a long while. Finally, we broke it with
mutual gasps.
It was pretty certain neither one of us had expected that much
intensity, and
her expression showed it. I know mine did.
She glanced around the crowded bar. We hadn't attracted all that
much
attention in
the hubbub, but she looked up at me with those incredible blue
eyes and said,
"Maybe we should get out of here."
"Sounds good," I replied. "I suppose we could take my truck back
to
Padre.
It'll fit all four of us." I nodded at Andy and Amy.
"We're not staying on the island. Our rooms are at the Border Hotel."
"Where?" I had no idea what she was talking about.
"The Border Hotel. It's right over the bridge. We can walk
to it from
here."
Well, now that sounded good. It was probably best that I didn't drive,
either.
I nodded. "That's great. Let's get out of here."
We gathered up our other two lovebirds and bailed out of _Blanca Whites_.
The other guys
had a hard time keeping straight faces as we explained what we
were doing.
I'm amazed they did. Fortunately, Q's car was big enough to
carry everyone
that was left at the bar back to Padre. As we staggered out,
past the long
line of folks waiting to get in, I glanced at my watch.
It said 10:30. We'd been in _Blanca's_ almost 5 hours! And
the night
had only begun.
We made it to the hotel without incident. I'm not sure how.
We could
hardly keep
our hands off each other, and every hesitation suddenly seemed an
excuse to lip-lock.
It was as if the long build-up in the bar was suddenly
boiling over
for both of us. Once in the room, we didn't bother with
preliminaries,
we just fell onto the double bed and proceeded to try to inhale
one another.
I didn't notice that Amy and Andrew had gone into a different
room until quite
a while later.
Our hands roamed frantically. I rolled under her, spoon fashion,
and
cupped both
her small breasts from below. She placed her hands on top of
mine and pressed
down even harder, while she spread her feet for balance
and tried to
grind her ass into my cock. I craned upwards and sucked at the
back of her
neck. She pulled my hands down to press into the vee of her
legs, gasping
suddenly when I pulled upwards on the jeans-clad crotch with
considerable
strength.
Patrice rolled herself over so we faced each other, with her on top of
me.
She continued
to thrust her pelvis at me as we kissed again. I reached down
and began to
pull up her shirt. She raised her arms to allow it to slide off.
It hung for
a moment, but we were determined, and finally it came free. She
tossed it away,
and I tried to remove her bra. But the angle wasn't good, and
I was too far
gone to concentrate. She pulled my hands away and removed it
herself, flinging
it away and exposing her small tits. They were well-shaped,
however, with
diamond-hard nipples that stood out really far.
As she brought her arms back down for balance, I pulled her right tit to
my mouth and
began sucking hard, even biting it (though not quite as hard).
She gasped and
her head fell forward, covering my face in her sweet-smelling
brown hair.
"Bite'em," she said with a shudder. "Harder!" Then: "Oh yes!"
as I com-
plied.
We continued grinding our loins together as I switched from breast to
breast.
The rubbery feel of the hard nipples contrasted sharply with the
firm softness
of the rest of her small mounds. Her skin felt hot and smooth.
Still sucking,
I moved my hands down her torso to the buttons of her blue
jeans.
I popped them open and reached inside, feeling the heat and moisture
of her arousal
on my fingers. I stroked her clit roughly, then pressed a fin-
ger inside her
wet seam and she moaned.
Pulling her tit from my mouth, she lay full upon me and reached down to
remove her jeans
and panties. I helped her as best I could. It was quite a
struggle, as
they were very tight. We gasped for breath and I felt the
first beads
of perspiration break out on my skin.
Patrice jacknifed above me finished the process of removing her bottom
coverings.
Her body gleamed silver in the dim lighting coming through the gaps
in the drapes.
She was long, and lean, with well-defined muscles and no
obvious tan
lines - she had done no sunbathing yet. She straddled her knees
on either side
of me and began pulling my shirt off.
We removed it and my own jeans and underwear in short order, complicated
slightly by
the presence of my erection. But we managed, and completely naked,
we fell in beside
one another and again began kissing frantically, thrusting
our bodies against
one another, striving to gain as much tactile stimulation
as possible.
Patrice trapped my left leg between hers and began humping on
it. I
could feel the slickness of her cunt as she rubbed her clit against me,
and the hardness
of her nipples poking into my chest. "God," she moaned. "I'm
so hot! Feel
how wet I am."
I pulled her up over me and began sucking at her nipples again, while
taking a finger
and pressing it up into the wetness of her pussy, curling it up
in hopes of
finding her g-spot. She was very wet. She groaned and began
thrusting against
my finger supporting herself with her arms on either side of
me. I
used my free hand to fondle her ass, which was very tight and firm.
Abruptly she pulled her breasts away from my face.
"I want you in my mouth," she said. Patrice kissed me vigorously, and
moved down my
torso, licking and sucking at bits of my flesh as she moved down
to my cock.
She took it in hand and went down on me in a rush. I tensed up at
the wonderful
sensation her hot, wet sucking provided me. She moved up and
down, varying
her speed and pressure, making it hard for me to hold out. It was
all I could
do to stroke her cute face and run my hands through her rich brown
hair as she
did me. She went up on her knees and began to rub her clit with
other hand.
Our gasping breaths and the occasional squeak of the bed were the
only sounds
in the room.
I began to pump myself between her sucking lips and realized that I
couldn't hold
out much longer, so I pulled her off my erection, not without
some regret,
and laid her down to return the favor. She spread her legs and
reached down
to continue stroking herself as I moved into the juncture of
her thighs.
She smelled musky, but it was not unpleasant, and her mound was only
sparsely covered
with hair. I gave her one finger, then two, and thrust
them in and
out of her pussy in short, fast slides. She humped back at them,
giving forth
little snippets of pleasure-sounds as the perspiration began
to break out
anew on her body.
"Oh,
yeah! Give me your tongue, oh please, your tongue..."
I adjusted my position and added my tongue to the mix, flicking her clit
rapidly.
Her hips twitched at the new sensation. Removing my fingers, I took
her clit into
my mouth and sucked hard. She mewled in pleasure, her smooth,
strong thighs
pressing on either side of my face as I sucked. She continued
to shiver as
my tongue began to move up and down the entire length of her slit,
delving in and
out of her slick opening, tasting her juices, which had an
interesting,
pleasant tanginess, but were otherwise hard for me to describe.
Patrice was making small moans and gasps with increasing frequency as her
orgasm approached.
Occasionally I could feel the contractions of her cunt
walls as she
did so. I began sucking harder, licking faster, and was rewarded
with a sudden
cry of "Unhhh! Yes, that's it I'm gonna come! I'm coming!
Oh
do it, do it,
do ittttttttt!" Her hips bucked, and the flow of her fluids
became a bit
more copious.
She suddenly pulled herself away from my mouth, pushed me away, and rolled
over onto her
knees. With her head and shoulders down on the bed, she spread
her legs and
reached under herself with one arm, sinking a finger deeply into
herself.
"Oh, my pussy," she sighed. "My pussy needs it. Fuck me, fuck
me
*hard*."
I shoved downwards on her back, forcing her flat onto the bed, and,
spreading her
legs as wide as I could, thrust my stiff dick up into her heat,
sliding fully
inside on the first attempt. She exhaled explosively as I sank
home.
I lay full on top of her, holding still so she could adjust, and so I
wouldn't come
too quickly, letting her feel my weight. Patrice squirmed under
me, trying to
run her clit on the sheets and move my cock around inside her.
Sliding my hands
under her (supported by my elbows) I cupped her tits and
pinched her
nipples lightly. She moaned again and cried out "Quit teasing
and fuck me,
dammit! FUCK ME!"
"Okay," I replied. "Get ready." And I pulled out and thrust
back in,
hard.
And again, and again until I was moving at a good clip, shoving her
down into the
mattress with each powerful movement. But she was into it too,
thrusting back
up at me, raising her hips up off the bed until they were at
a normal height,
with her upper body still pressed into the mattress, where
she gripped
the bedcovers tightly in her hands and sometimes teeth.
We went at it with raw, animal abandon, slapping together hard and fast,
sweat increasing
the slickness of our bodies as we grunted and strained. I
reached under
and began stroking her clit. "Yessssss!" she exhaled as I rolled
the sensitive
flesh between two fingers. Pulling herself up, she turned back
and kissed me.
I brought my fingers up, slick with her own lubrication, and
slipped it into
her mouth. She sucked at my fingers hungrily, eager for
another taste
of herself.
My dick was getting incredible sensations from the slick heat of her
pussy, sending
shivers of pleasure shooting up my spine and making me even
harder, were
that possible. I already felt harder than granite and twice
as large as
I should be. Patrice began to roll her hips, getting my cock
to touch every
inner surface, the gyrations sending even more thrills through
my system.
She spread her legs wide and arched her back in a deep curve, allowing
me
to plunge even
deeper into her hold. "Oh God, yes, deep, really deep," she
moaned as I
reached further into her channel. It was getting harder for me
to hold back.
"I'm going to come again," she cried out. "Come baby, come with me,
come
in me, let me
feel it..."
It was too much. I let go of my last shreds of control. "I'm
coming
with you, babe,
come hard!" And suddenly I felt her orgasm, the spasms in her
pussy as the
sensations took hold of her, and then I was coming too, blasting
forth an torrent
of hot sperm as the pleasure exploded in my cock and brain
so intense as
to almost make me black out, and hearing Patrice's scream, "I'm
coming, I can
feel you coming, oh so hot, so hot, oh God..." as we collapsed
on the bed,
still writhing and coming...
We lay there for awhile, the sweat slowly cooling on our bodies, our
breathing returning
to normal, her head pillowed on my chest. I stroked her
long brown hair
while she traced idle patterns on my chest.
"Mmmm, that was nice," she said.
"I though it was a bit better than *nice*," I replied, slightly wounded.
She laughed. "Silly, it was *very* good. In fact it was great.
But
we've got all
the rest of the week. By Friday, this may have been just
*nice*."
She looked at me suggestively and my dick twitched at the thought.
"Hell," I said, "Since you put it that way, it may be just *nice* before
morning!"
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