the little lace panties with one finger and held them in the air. Apparently Chelsea was scandalous too. I could appreciate sexy lingerie.
My dick throbbed just looking at the little lace panties. A bra was on the floor too. I was halfway tempted to smell her panties and bra but didn't want to seem like a creep so I dropped them then picked up the small t-shirt that had Dave Matthews Band across it. It was worn, one of her favorite shirts probably by the looks of it. Touring dates were on the back and dated to the early 2000's. Yes, this was an old shirt. All that was left were a pair of size 4 cut off blue jean shorts. I dropped the clothes on the floor and locked both doors then undressed.
I turned the water on scalding then stepped inside. My dick was hard and the pressure was building. I grabbed onto my hard cock and stroked slow with my eyes closed until the tug in my stomach became unbearable. I moved my hand up and down my shaft vigorously until white sprays of come dropped to the shower floor. I knew nothing about the infamous Chelsea, but I had jacked off to the thought of her.
I was fucked up.
No, I needed to get laid.
Chapter Three
Max
WHEN I STEPPED out of the shower, my heart was pounding and my mind was reeling. I put on a pair of jeans that hung so low on my hips that I'd need to grab a belt. I buttoned up my favorite teal shirt then unlocked the doors to the bathroom.
My phone was going crazy with a group text message Jackson had started with the guys.
Jackson: It's ladies night at The Bay.
Mike: What time?
Chris: 7:00 p.m. SHARP.
Me: I'll be there.
I slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed my wallet and keys and was out the door. The lights were dimmed in the house and Dad and Sandra were on the couch snuggled watching a movie.
"Be back later," I said and didn't wait for a reply. I drove down to the beach until I saw the neon sign to The Bay. It was a bar where all the older people hung out, even the Cougars. I'd fucked a few older women before and if the opportunity arose, I'd do it again. They were experienced and sexy in their own way. I was free game for the free pussy.
As soon as I stepped into the bar, my friends waved me down. They were standing by the pool tables chugging beers while beautiful women surrounded them. I nodded at them then walked to the bar. The girls that stood around looked like they had already been claimed for the night.
I ordered a beer and took a long pull from the bottle. Corona, ahh, my favorite. I ordered a shot of tequila, to keep the spirit of my Mexican beer alive, and drank it down quick, following it with Corona. I paid my bill then met my friends with my beer in hand. I needed to let loose and get laid.
For me, it was easy. I had the looks that women wanted with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and crystal blue eyes. My ex, Tiffany, used to say I was a real-life Prince Charming. I laughed at the thought but once we broke up, I had heard it several times. I was no Prince Charming.
A few of the women turned their heads when I entered the vicinity of the group. They made eye contact with me, looked my body up and down, then smiled. One even inched away from poor Mike, but honestly he had no standards when it came to women and would stick his dick in any of them.
I sat on a barstool and watched Chris get his ass beat at pool by a girl. The thought of it made me laugh which really annoyed his arrogant ass. No one expected a pool shark to be at our party. Served him right for thinking he was the best at everything he ever did.
One of the blondes kept making small talk and flutter her eyelashes when I'd speak.
"I'm Glory," she smiled.
"Max."
"I want you," she whispered in my ear.
I took a chug of my beer and smiled at her. That was all it took. I waved bye to everyone and outside in the parking lot Glory gave me her address. I programmed it in my phone and before she walked away, I pulled her back to me.
"Ride with me," I said.
Her eyes lit
My dick throbbed just looking at the little lace panties. A bra was on the floor too. I was halfway tempted to smell her panties and bra but didn't want to seem like a creep so I dropped them then picked up the small t-shirt that had Dave Matthews Band across it. It was worn, one of her favorite shirts probably by the looks of it. Touring dates were on the back and dated to the early 2000's. Yes, this was an old shirt. All that was left were a pair of size 4 cut off blue jean shorts. I dropped the clothes on the floor and locked both doors then undressed.
I turned the water on scalding then stepped inside. My dick was hard and the pressure was building. I grabbed onto my hard cock and stroked slow with my eyes closed until the tug in my stomach became unbearable. I moved my hand up and down my shaft vigorously until white sprays of come dropped to the shower floor. I knew nothing about the infamous Chelsea, but I had jacked off to the thought of her.
I was fucked up.
No, I needed to get laid.
Chapter Three
Max
WHEN I STEPPED out of the shower, my heart was pounding and my mind was reeling. I put on a pair of jeans that hung so low on my hips that I'd need to grab a belt. I buttoned up my favorite teal shirt then unlocked the doors to the bathroom.
My phone was going crazy with a group text message Jackson had started with the guys.
Jackson: It's ladies night at The Bay.
Mike: What time?
Chris: 7:00 p.m. SHARP.
Me: I'll be there.
I slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed my wallet and keys and was out the door. The lights were dimmed in the house and Dad and Sandra were on the couch snuggled watching a movie.
"Be back later," I said and didn't wait for a reply. I drove down to the beach until I saw the neon sign to The Bay. It was a bar where all the older people hung out, even the Cougars. I'd fucked a few older women before and if the opportunity arose, I'd do it again. They were experienced and sexy in their own way. I was free game for the free pussy.
As soon as I stepped into the bar, my friends waved me down. They were standing by the pool tables chugging beers while beautiful women surrounded them. I nodded at them then walked to the bar. The girls that stood around looked like they had already been claimed for the night.
I ordered a beer and took a long pull from the bottle. Corona, ahh, my favorite. I ordered a shot of tequila, to keep the spirit of my Mexican beer alive, and drank it down quick, following it with Corona. I paid my bill then met my friends with my beer in hand. I needed to let loose and get laid.
For me, it was easy. I had the looks that women wanted with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and crystal blue eyes. My ex, Tiffany, used to say I was a real-life Prince Charming. I laughed at the thought but once we broke up, I had heard it several times. I was no Prince Charming.
A few of the women turned their heads when I entered the vicinity of the group. They made eye contact with me, looked my body up and down, then smiled. One even inched away from poor Mike, but honestly he had no standards when it came to women and would stick his dick in any of them.
I sat on a barstool and watched Chris get his ass beat at pool by a girl. The thought of it made me laugh which really annoyed his arrogant ass. No one expected a pool shark to be at our party. Served him right for thinking he was the best at everything he ever did.
One of the blondes kept making small talk and flutter her eyelashes when I'd speak.
"I'm Glory," she smiled.
"Max."
"I want you," she whispered in my ear.
I took a chug of my beer and smiled at her. That was all it took. I waved bye to everyone and outside in the parking lot Glory gave me her address. I programmed it in my phone and before she walked away, I pulled her back to me.
"Ride with me," I said.
Her eyes lit
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