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Making The Most Out of Being Someone’s Last-MBack when I was 24 years old, I was working in a dead-end inside sales job and occasionally hooking up with a coworker we’ll call “Christy”. She was a petite Filipina whom I liked more as a friend than as a potential serious partner, and the feeling was mutual. For several months we carried out about as clean and efficient of a FWB relationship as two coworkers could have, keeping our gossipy coworkers off our scent. We were both the same age and experiencing similar bouts of confusion and disappointment over the state of our careers, and we both weren’t interested in tying ourselves down to serious relationship (either with each other or with different people) since we both were looking elsewhere for new job opportunities and wanted to ensure should something promising come along, wherever it may be, that we each could just painlessly and quickly pack up our things if need be and move with as little emotional baggage to work through as possible. In short, we fit each other’s needs perfectly at the time.One Thursday during Spring, I received a text from Christy after work, in which she asked if I had plans the upcoming weekend – specifically that Saturday. I assumed she wanted to setup a tryst but before I could respond she then explains that she had “spaced” on her cousin’s wedding slated for the weekend (to be held about a 40 min drive away from me) and she had RVSP’d she would bring a date. This all came as a bit of surprise, since I couldn’t fathom she would be introducing me to her family as “oh, here’s the guy I fuck a couple times month, no strings attached”. On the other hand, I was a sucker for weddings and open bars, and whatever charade I may have to put up with or potential awkwardness given our situation would be something she would have to bear with her own family, so I grinned to myself and finally replied back with “I’m down”.The ceremony itself was a nice affair; her 30 year old cousin (a nurse, I believe) and the 32 year old groom (an admittedly handsome fella with a very German name) looked a nice couple, but I was obviously waiting for the reception to get underway – which thankfully was just a very short car ride from the chapel. Once at the reception (in a huge banquet hall on the first floor of a nice hotel), I was somewhat amused by the stark physical differences in the families; Christy’s family members were all well under 6′ tall whereas virtually everyone on the groom’s side were broad-shouldered and corn fed. After making polite introductions and chit chat around the table Christy and I were seated at, I scanned the tables once more and then found…her. Easily the tallest female in Christy’s family was this very beautiful, and somewhat even more exotic looking girl whom I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She was seated two tables over (in the direction I was facing), and I noticed right away her expression was one of complete and utter boredom; I actually made a snap judgement right there that “eh, maybe she’s just a stuck up bitch” and refocused my attention back to Christy, but every so often I couldn’t help but look back up and steal some more glances. After a buffet style dinner service, speeches, and all the normal wedding reception jazz, everyone finally started to mingle and/or head to the dance floor, and I realized I needed to somehow introduce myself to the girl I had been creepily eye-fucking for the better part of the last 90 minutes. If Christy had either started choking on her dessert or suddenly sprouted wings and started flying around the banquet hall, I wouldn’t have noticed; bakırköy escort I normally don’t get THAT obsessive over “attractive girl I see over there” in similar situations, but something was telling me I needed to go talk to her. As luck would have it, she got up from her seat and headed in the direction of the dance floor, which required her to walk by our table, so I had the presence of mind to shoot up from my seat, and “accidentally” get in her way – at which point I gave a quick “oh I’m sorry, hey, I’m so-so, what’s your name?” while extending my hand. Seeing her up close for the first time, I finally took notice of what she was wearing: green slip dress, turquoise eye shadow that was probably a bit overdone, but, I wasn’t complaining. She also wearing a lot of colored bracelets on her left wrist. It was a slightly confusing ensemble for a wedding, which led me to think she was normally a very casual girl who didn’t give a shit. I found this even more attractive.”I’m Jade” she says, smiling. “Are you Christy’s date?”Shit.I couldn’t think of a graceful or intelligent way to respond, so I just smiled back towards Jade while motioning towards the bar, asking “do you want anything?” Jade seemed to freeze in place for a moment, as if I had asked her a complicated word problem instead, before Christy seemingly popped out of nowhere to the side of Jade, and put her arm around her while saying “Hun, your parents aren’t here, if you want to drink we’ll get you drinks”. Christy then walked towards the bar (behind me) and whispered as she walked by into my ear with “she’s my cousin, and she’s only 19”.Oh.The next three hours or so at the reception were a bit of blur. I ended up befriending many of the groom’s friends and immediately family and we were slamming rum & cokes like there was no tomorrow. I also have vague memories of meeting another one of Christy’s cousins, someone who was seated at Jade’s table during dinner service, who invited me outside with his wife to smoke some pot. I had completely lost track of Christy by this point, and while I wasn’t completely shitfaced I was boozed up enough that I was absolutely in no position to drive a car that night, and I was starting to worry about my own accommodations; Christy had said a bunch of hotel rooms had been booked, but I don’t think they had enough for literally everybody, and scanning the reception hall frantically looking for Christy turned up nothing…until I get a tap on the shoulder and the same cousin of hers I had smoked up with maybe an hour before hand is standing there with a smirk. “Hey, Christy’s hanging with some of us in one of our rooms, come with man”.After following him to the elevators in the main lobby and taking a short ride, we pile into a two queen bed room at the end of the hall and I’m greeted with the type of end-of-party carnage I hadn’t really seen since high school: there’s easily 9 or 10 people passed out (some of which on the beds and some on the floor), and probably another 6 or 7 people laying around in small chit chat among each other. Only one lamp was on in the whole room, and some boxing match on low volume playing on the TV. From the situation, about all I could gather was that this was definitely all part of Christy’s crew (as in, everyone was Asian). Eventually I “found” Christy, as she was one of the passed out ones in a heap on the floor; I gently shook her leg and she made some guttural sound that I at least took as confirmation she was in fact still alive. “Yeah man, I can’t believe how fucked up they all got” the cousin who beşiktaş escort brought me up here said, before laughing and eventually sitting down on the edge of one of the beds, and in order to do so he had to make room for himself by shoving some passed out woman over a few feet – a woman I later realized was his passed out wife. I just stood in awe for several moments, not able to process much of anything and certainly not finding the answer to the “hey Christy, do you have a room for the night?” question I was ultimately looking for. I took a few steps towards the TV and noticed on the far end of the room, extending out from the foot of the far bed near the window a pair of bare feet with turquoise nail polish on the floor. A few more steps and there I see Jade, playing on her phone while laying on the floor in between one of the beds and the far wall. She looks up at me and gives a sheepish smile, and I realize there’s easily enough room between her and the wall for me to slide up and sit next to her. I pan the room again and see mostly a shitload of incapacitated people, with only a few still up and alert but none of them paying any attention to me whatsoever. I figured what the hell, and scooted on the floor next to Jade.We chatted for a good 20-30 minutes right then and there at first. Found out she was from the next state over, that she was the daughter of Christy’s youngest Aunt and that her Dad is actually Thai (which would describe why were facial features stood out a bit compared to the rest of Christy’s family). She said she had declared Finance as a her major but thought college was mostly annoying – she seemed like a someone who just wanted to get her life going and was done with the party scene, proved in part since she was one of the very few young adults on Christy’s side who didn’t drink herself to blackout, despite being even younger than the rest. I heard some noises in the room and had to crane my neck to look over/around the bed towards the door, and noticed that some of the pile of humanity in our room was slowly clearing out, or perhaps more to the point being “carried” out by other friends and family members to other rooms down the hall. This would happen again and again over the next few minutes, and the second or third time someone opened the door to look for their spouse or sibling or whomever to pick up and carry out of the room, Jade grabbed my arm and said “just keep quiet – my Mom is already asleep in our room and no one would otherwise know to look for me”. Message received.When the coast was clear for a few more minutes I excused myself to use the bathroom, and when I opened the door I realized Jade had climbed onto the bed we had been laying beside, since enough people had left/”been collected” since I first entered the room it was now clear. Christy had – be it under her own power or by help from someone else, had also moved off the floor was now *in* the other bed, as in under the covers and cozy. I sat on the foot of the other bed, the one Jade was on, and decided to now share some detail about myself. I also opened up about the real state of my “relationship” with Christy, and how I was surprised she would bring me to this wedding given we weren’t actually dating. I probably said many other things, but honestly don’t remember what – what I do remember is after giving Jade quite the monologue about myself, I had been rubbing her feet for god knows how long without realizing it, and her eyes were closed with a wry smile on her face as if she appreciated it. By now I figured it was now or beylikdüzü escort never, so I started to let my hands gently wander across her legs, past her knee a little but still taking it slow. There was no discernible reaction from her either way, so I started inching farther along up the inside of her thigh. Before I knew it, my left hand was now running along the front of her chest and I was leaning in closer to her face. She got in on the act by pawing the inside of my leg as I crawled ever closer to her and by the time I finally leaned in to kiss her, she not only reciprocated with her mouth but started to undo my belt. Within a few moments we’d removed all clothing, and I was kissing her small but smooth breasts – all the while slightly distracted by the fact Christy was asleep in the next bed over but not THAT bothered by it either. As I moved down towards her bully button with full intention to go down on Jade, she pulled me back up to engage in another sloppy makeout session, and noticed she was grabbing my member and gently pulling towards her. I felt her guide the tip to the edge of her clit and move it up and down slightly, assuming this was just part of the foreplay, before I felt her hand on the small of my back push by dick even closer in and it entered like a glove. It took a few seconds before it dawned on me I was inside her bareback, but I kept going since she was the one who guided me in. The angle wasn’t great so I pulled out for a minute, and she responded by sitting up and giving me a decent BJ, and after maybe two minutes she motioned me to lay down and she rode me cowgirl for a few. It felt amazing but I had a mild case of whiskey dick going, so she had to hop off and give it some additional attention a few times. Eventually I got her on her back again, and finally went to town on her divine box; I normally don’t care for the taste of pussy but I swear hers was like candy. By now the whole no condom thing, which is not normal for me during such random encounters, was no longer a sliver of concern as I sat up, slid it back and held her tight in missionary. I changed up a little and threw her legs over my shoulders as I felt my climax approaching, and kissed the bottom of her left foot as I leaned in and said “I’m gonna cum soon”. Had every intention of pulling out as I felt the eruption coming, but her response of “okay, you can cum inside me” threw me off. Really, did she just fucking say that? My rhythm slowed a little pondering if that was a joke or if I misheard her, but then she pulled me REAL close and threw her legs and arms around me with industrial strength that I didn’t think was possible from a girl her size. I probably lasted another two or three deep thrusts before I flooded her pussy with everything I had, and I stayed inside her for at least another minute as we kissed before I pulled out.I rolled over on my back for a breather, and Jade let out a giant exhale and simply said “that was great” before going into the bathroom for a few. Before I knew it she was already back out, hastily getting dressed and kissing me on the forehead while saying “for your sake, you better climb into bed with Christy”. I coudn’t even get a word out of my mouth before Jade opened the door and slipped out into the night (or down the hall into her Mom’s room, whatever). I probably laid there on the opposite bed from Christy, buck ass naked, on my backside for another 30 minutes trying to process what the hell just happened before eventually taking Jade’s advice and climbing next to Christy. Christy and I woke up together around 5 hours later, took a shower together for our own frisky encounter, and I drove her hungover ass home before then passing out in my bed almost immediately upon arriving home.Moral of the story; if a FWB coworker invites you to a wedding, there’s a chance you can nut inside a half-Thai half-Filipina 5’7 stunner.

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