So we worked together, about 5 guys, and then myself. A young 19 year old, blonde girl. Finished matric the previous year and started working with the guys. There was the one guy that stood out amongst them all. He was a Gemini. We started playing around at the office. Shift work. We were alone a lot of the time. We knew there was a connection, but I was staying with my boyfriend and he with his fiance. I could not break up a happy home. So, as time was going by, and lots of just kissing and fondling, it was getting close to the time for him to get married. It was 03 July 1994, and as a shift we attended a mutual friend's 21st birthday party. We danced and drank, and exchanged looks to each other from accross the room. At about 22h00, the guys said its time to go. Go where, I remember still asking. To another party, they said. Oh, ok. But I'm a women. And there we went to one of the guys' houses. They order pizza's and put on movies. I go to the bathroom. Surprise when I come out, they've put on a blue movie. I was tipsy but not drunk, and mentioned that I was tired. I went to one of the rooms only to be told by one of the guys, there is someone waiting for me in the other room and I must go in there. As I opened the door, there is my not-my guy lying on the bed in his all his glory, naked and stiff, smiling at me. Now look, in those days I was naive as can be, and did not really know what to do but stare. And beautiful he was. He got up and locked the door behind me. Turned me to him and started kissing me ever so slightly in my neck. I could feel his cock press against my stomach, and it started to feel like a fire between my legs. He undressed me very slowly, kissing every part of me that he uncovered. He then pushed me onto the bed, now standing infront of me. Wow, I thought to myself, I've wanted this for so long! He asked me to touch him. I do. I take his cock in my hand, and as of automatically, I start stroking it. I had to take a closer look, as this was my 2nd cock i've seen in my short life. As I got more horny and drunk on passion, I became more inquisitive. So I take that glorious cock of his into my mouth. I start by playing with it with my tongue. Licking, sucking, looking up at him to get some acknowledgement that I am doing this right. His eyes are closed, so he must be enjoying it. I continue for another couple of minutes until he stops me and pushes me onto my back on the single bed. He slides his hand between my legs and starts to rub my pussy. It feels so good. I arch my back, to press harder against his hand and his fingers. While I am enjoying this, I drift in and out of what feels like fainting. I feel his curls against my stomach as he moved his head against my stomach all the way down to my pussy lips. He sucks them, licks them. He is fucking my pussy with his tongue. I am in a daze. He moves back up over my boobs and slides his body against my body until his cock slides into my very wet pussy. In, and out. Very slowly. Then faster and harder. Then slowly but still hard. I have never felt like this before. I am living out a fantasy, this man I've always wanted to make love to. We continue fucking until we both cum. And wow, did we come. We lay on the bed trying to recover. Before the tremble was out of my legs, I am roughlt turned around onto all fours. We misjudge the size of the bed and our passion, and fall off the bed. We both burst out laughing. We roll over, with me on top. I first start to tease him by rubbing my pussy against his cock. He tries to move me onto his cock. I remove his hands, and start nibbling his nipples. This drives him almost insane. He roughly rolls me over, again on all fours. He pushes his cock hard into my exposed pussy. He drives his cock in and out, fast and almost angry, this time. I am so loving it! We fuck until we both cum again, and collapse exhausted on the carpet. Someone knocks on the door, and wants to know if everything is still okay. He tells them, yes. She is feeling better, and is sleeping now. He turns to me and says, thanks for my bachelor party. Later that morning one of the guys drop me off at work. Around tea time, one of the other guys give me an envelope. I open it and find my chain that broke off perhaps when we fell of the bed. 😁 The weekend that followed my not-my-guy got married. We did not stop our playing around, but did not stay awake together after that "batchelor party". None of the guys that was at this party ever spoke of this night. We did meet up years later, and made passionate love in the bed that he shared with his wife. (this is a true story and I still have contact with him, but he now stays in a another province and we will probably never meet again.)