This story was written by me about... 2 weeks ago. Its not very sexual, so if thats what your looking for check out my other story or just go somewhere else


Anyway, i hope you like it... :S

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Elly xx



I get woken up at 5 by my kids almost every morning, I give them breakfast, make their lunches, tell at least one of them off for standing on the chairs in the kitchen, another one for pinching their sisters face to see if their skin is real because they honestly believe that their sibling is an alien sent down to steal his coco puffs, then I hand them their lunches, miss one out, who cries, make sure they have their homework, which my eldest never does because she thinks that homework is for “conformists who just want to be part of the big rat race, and never be truly free” who ALWAYS sulks off somewhere to text her friends with something even more pretentious and annoying.


After the kids are on the bus to school, I have a shower, get dressed for work, find chewing gum in my hair and have to cut it out because I don’t have time to do anything else about it. Get to work, have another exciting day where Phil the copy guy talks to my boobs about the toner that needs replacing in the photocopier. On the way home I pick the kids up, take 3 of them to football, drop my eldest off at her boyfriends house, who she claim’s is going to turn this “sad little country around with his idea’s on vegetarianism” then I bring my youngest to ballet class. Finally I get home, and have five minutes to myself where I can just sit and attempt to relax, which is something that I haven’t yet managed to do. Then I get a phone call from the football coach saying, “Timmy broke his arm, he is in the hospital” So I rush down to the hospital and sort out his tears, pick him up and take him home, stopping on the way to pick up the other kids, forgetting I have left my eldest at her boyfriends house. Run round and pick her up and after all that, sat down to dinner (after world war three with the twins to get them changed out of the football gear) to be told that the twins didn’t learn anything at school, my eldest thinks I’m shallow and destroying the world because I use the car too much, Timmy has a broken arm and my youngest, bless her, cant say anything because she has a face full of spaghetti.

My life hasn’t always been like this; I used to be fun and vibrant. I used to flirt with guys and have a fantastic time in bed with a complete stranger from time to time. Not a regular thing you understand.

This one time stands out the most, not because it was the best sex I have ever had, not because he was hung like King Kong, but simply because it was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed. It went something like this.

The bar was called “Grab Me”, I know, it says it all. It was the best place in town at the time for a drink and a laugh with some friends. I was sat there with my Jimmy Choo heals on, that cost me more than my first house and I think I’m still paying for, a gorgeous deep green dress that I dream of one day fitting into again, surrounded by people that were “the people to know” at the time. Anyway, there I was, gorgeous as ever, surrounded by friends who are laughing about some woman Jenny had seen at work who wore the wrong colour or something, when I hear this ROAR of laughter coming from across the room. I look over and there, sat there with about 5 other guys, is the most amazingly gorgeous man you could imagine. Surfer blonde hair, all ruffled and windswept, shirt open slightly to show off his hairless pecks, tight, but fashionable trousers drinking a beer. I nudge Jenny and she follows my gaze, the gasps and pulls my face close to hers and whispers “Oh my god… if I don’t sleep with that tonight, shoot me”. She always did this to me but I didn’t mind. She was amazingly pretty and had that sort of glow some women have, that just pulls every penis in the room her way. She ordered another martini and walked, no, prowled, over to the table. I was on the other side of the room so I didn’t hear what was said, but after a few minutes, she was sat next to him, laughing at something one of the other guys had said.

“I would do anything to be her right now” was all I could think. Then, it occurred to me, why the hell cant I be like her? “Fuck it” I said out loud, which got a few funny looks from my girlfriends sat by me. I walked over there, clumsily because I can’t walk in heels very well, and said “Jenny! Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friends?”
“Oh, wow, Sam. Yea, sure. This is Paul and his friends. Won’t you join us?” She couldn’t have sounded less inviting if she tried.
“Oh, if you don’t mind “Paul and his friends”?”. Motioning with my hands the inverted commas. Which got one hell of a glare from Jenny, and a laugh from one of his friends.
“Please, be my guest.” Said Paul, his voice oozing sex, just as I thought it would from across the bar.

So, I sat down and listened for a while at Jenny and Paul’s’ conversation, which was getting quieter and more private with every sentence, when a refill of my archers and lemonade got placed in front of me. I looked down, and followed the hand holding it up to, what I thought at the time, was a waiter. “Oh thank you, but I don’t have any money to tip with”. Everyone laughed and then the waiter sat down beside me and said “I’m Luke, Paul’s friend. Pleased to meet you Sam” he said it with a winning smile and a bit of a chuckle. At this point I wasn’t interested in anything about this man. I soon got to know that he was the joker of the group. By the end of the night, at about 3 in the morning, (two hours before I get woken by my army of children now a days) everyone had gone home or to someone else’s home, and it was just me and Luke sat at the huge table that once housed so many seats.

We were at the stage of drunkenness mixed with being a little tired to be having, what we thought while being that drunk, was a deep conversation. “I wonder how many people have sat in this exact seat?” I said, slightly slurring my words, but not too much because I was talking slowly, I probably sounded disabled.
“I don’t know, but if you think about that on a bus, how many people have sat in one seat on a bus, and the head rests, how many peoples greasy heads have rubbed against that head rest?” Luke said, sounding serious.
“That’s disgusting!!” I said in mock outrage. He instantly burst into laughter, swiftly followed by my drunken hic up laugh. I don’t actually get the hic ups when I’m drunk but when I laugh I sound like a dying cat being electrocuted.
“What about the farts? All the particles of…” I cut him off; it was getting too much, so I thought, what the hell. And I kissed him. We kissed for a while, then he moved backwards and looked at me, right in the eyes, dead pan seriousness on his face and said “And the older women who have weak bl…” another cut off. This kiss was interrupted with giggling and I just couldn’t stop. From then on, that night was a series of laughs and giggles and hic ups.
The next thing I remember was I was sat on his sofa, in his living room and we were watching TV, “this night is so strange” I kept thinking.
“Um, how did I get here?” I asked, in a slightly embarrassed tone, “Don’t get me wrong I’m glad were safe, but…” he cut me off by saying “Oh yea, were very safe, always, safety first, the taxi driver used a condom over the gear level and he had the coil inserted into the engine.” Another long laugh came from me, but he just looked at me and smiled. I could tell a serious moment was coming, and I welcomed it, my sides were hurting so much!

“You know, Paul is the one that always gets the pretty girls, I mean look at the guy, can you blame them for over looking the rest of us? But tonight it switched around. I ended up with the pretty one and he went home alone” Luke looked into my eyes and kissed me again. It was a different kind of kiss though, this one was sweet and gentle.
“Wait, what about Jenny?” it suddenly occurred to me that if Paul had gone home alone, where was she?

“Oh don’t worry about her, she was hammered. She took her pants off and threw them at Paul screaming “Make me cum you sex god!!” and at that Paul put her in a taxi, with a note with his phone number and short message saying “[FONT=&quot]Had an amazing time with you tonight. If you can remember who I am, give me a call and I can return your gorgeous pink underwear” and she went home like that.”[/FONT]
“What?! I should call her, make sure she is ok.” I went to stand up and Luke said
“Would she do that for you? I know you just met me, and you have no reason to trust me, but Paul is a stand up guy. I helped her to the cab while you were in the loo. She is fine” But it all sounded a little fishy to me, so I rang her anyway, she answered the phone and shouted at me for waking her up. Then I heard a bang and the faint noise of throwing up in the distance. She did this last time; she throws her phone in the opposite direction then runs to the loo to barf. I had to teach her not to stay on the phone. Can you believe it, but whilst drunk, the woman has dropped 7 phones in the loo full of sick and then wondered the next morning where it went.
“Ok, ok, she is fine, a little sick and she is going to have one hell of a hang over tomorrow, and the next day, but she is fine.”
“Told you” Luke said with a smug look on his face. I walked back over to the sofa to sit down and missed. I fell flat on my arse. I could feel my face go bright red with embarrassment. Luke sat down on the floor next to me and said “Well, if you want to do it here we can but its more comfy on the bed upstairs” He laughed a nervous laugh, letting me know it was half a joke and half seriousness. “After all, I paid for the taxi, and we all know you have no money for tips.” This got me hic-up-giggling again. He kissed me, slow and passionately. He stood up, offered me a hand to help me stand up. I took his hand and tried, I really tried to stand up. But my legs stopped working. Luke leant down, hooked a hand under my knees and told me to hold on round his neck. He picked me up like a proper gentleman and said “you know, if we go into the bedroom like this were going to have to get married, and I warn you now, I expect at least 5 kids”

We got to the bedroom; he placed me gently on the bed, and leant over me to kiss me. I sat up and kissed him back, we bumped our heads and giggled slightly. I think I hurt him more than he hurt me because nothing seemed to go very smoothly from then on.
He was sat opposite me, lips completely still on mine, hands squirming at my back, I opened my eyes to see a look of total concentration. I laughed and unhooked my bra for him. If I hadn’t I had the feeling that he would have stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth with the strain of concentration he was exerting. We fooled around for a little bit, kissing and what not, then when things got more heated he reached under my shirt. He seemed completely baffled by tights. He actually sat back and said “oh my god, you have two layers of skin! FREAK!!” More laughing, more hic ups, more fooling around, and a very awkward moment when I had to stand up to take my tights off. Things went a little further and he took his top off, which got completely stuck to his head and he was walking round saying “IM BLIND!!” which left me lying on the bed trying not to break my ribs with laughter. He managed to untangle himself, which only lasted a few seconds because then he unbuttoned his trousers, pulled them down, looked down and said, “Damn”. This caught me completely off guard, I thought he had some sort of penis issue for a moment, and then he said, “Forgot to take my boots off.” Then there were another few moments of me giggling to myself while he unlaced his shoes, and took off his trousers. With a triumphant stance he said, “Fuck me, that took longer than I thought” then he laughed and jumped into bed, literally, I almost got ricocheted out the other side. He saved me from the fall with his arm, rolled me over to face him; leaning over me he kissed me deeply and passionately on the lips. The rest is history; we had an amazing night of laughter and bumping heads on headboards and rolling out of the bed onto the floor. The next morning, before my headache hit me like a ten-ton wall of bricks smashing my brains on the wall, I looked over at the most funny, sexy man I had ever seen in my life. We were both completely naked and completely satisfied. I then looked down at this fantastic, amazing man and saw he still had his socks on. I had one last chuckle, and decided to sleep the hang over off. After all, he didn’t seem the type to run out on in the morning. He seemed the type to make you breakfast with about a million cups of coffee and a damn near overdose on paracetamol. So I slept there soundly, and woke up, at half past 4 in the afternoon, with his arms still around me, stroking my hair, and just as I thought, there was a steaming cup of coffee by the bed and a small cup of milk and some sugar with the teaspoon sticking out of it. A packet of paracetamol and another of ibuprofen sat close by, within arms reach so I didn’t have to sit up. “I didn’t know how you took it. Your coffee I mean, I know how you take THAT… which, by the way, was amazing.” He said softly, and then he kissed my hand.

About 6 months later, he asked me to marry him. Then, 2 years later we had my eldest crazy hippy daughter. 3 years later we had Timmy, a year after that we had the twins, which was hell on me so I said “please, no more, I love them all so much, another one I think will ruin me” I said with a smile. He kissed me deep and said “remember that night? I said “you know, if we go into the bedroom like this were going to have to get married, and I warn you now, I expect at least 5 kids” well, there is only four”.
He said it with humour and after about a week of talking about it, we decided four was enough. But then, 9 months to the day almost, Lucy, my youngest, came along.

We now live in a house that cost me less than my Jimmy Choo’s, which are still sat in my cupboard, along with the deep green dress, with 5 children, 2 dogs, 3 cats, and George the hamster, who, for some reason, Lucy wants to marry, after all she is only 3. Jenny is an air hostess now, with all the flight miles she wants to go to and party with strangers who will probably be as gorgeous, if not more so, than Paul was in far off parts of the world. Paul was Luke’s best man at his wedding, and his speech had us all in stitches. Jenny did call him. She thought the note was hilarious and they were dating for 8 months, when Paul came out as gay. She never did get her pants back.

And that’s the story of Luke, Paul, Jenny and me, and how we ended up where we are. Four strangers you’re likely to never meet.

[FONT=&quot]Good-bye!![/FONT]

 

Aww, I liked that!



Nice story

 

im glad you liked it.

 

It's only a few weeks since I put my first story up on here, and when I did a few of the guys advised me to put more paragraph breaks into my stories, and they were right - it does make it easier to read.

I liked your story though, keep writing. I've only done three so far, but I've enjoyed doing them.

 

Great story Elly. You needn't worry, anything you write is sexy.

 

Very good story and I enjoyed every line of it. Keep it up

 

nice story

 

thanks.
I might right something else sometime soon... with slightly more graphic sex in it. but i think that would have ruined this one.
xxx

 

good, very good

 

There was no graphic hardcore sex in tha story....




And surprisingly, i still loved it more than anything else on XNXX. It was amazing.

Brad

 

the sex, im my opinion, was not a problem. some people overdo the sex scenes, and reading them is kinda boring...same old sex moves over and over again. I loved how you limited the sex, but still made it have sex in it. This story is romantic and sweet, and funny.

My favorite line is this:
'and George the hamster, who for some reason, Lucy wants to marry.'

that made me laugh so much. Thank you so much for this story. it brought a tear to my eye and a stitch to my side. XD

btw, 15/10

 

its been a while since i have posted anything onthe forum, but this was my most recent, and i have to say i really enjoyed writing it. Someone give me a subject and i will write about it, as long as its light and fluffy like this one. After i Wrote this i read it back to myself and i laughed. AND I WROTE THE DAMN THING. So please, let me do it again, i seem to have come across a mental block. Help anyone?
xxxx

 

Whatever you write about Elly, I'll look forward to reading it.

How about writing the story of Jenny, the air hostess travelling the world and going to glamorous parties etc?
Whatever you do, good luck with it!

 

fantastic idea ill get on that tomorrow. i need to go to sleep now though... its 3:52 over here in sunny...no... stormy... england.
xx

 

It's 3:58 down here too :laughing:
I've been to sleep, but woken up way too early

Good luck with the story!