Free Cougar Confessions #1: Alicia by Jessica Ryan Page A

men, before picking one to take home.
    "Are you going to have
three shots?" Alicia asked.
    "What? Girl two of those
are for you!"
    "No, I really
can't."
    "Yes you can girl, just
do it," she picked one of the shot glasses up and stuck it between her
breasts, which were much smaller than Alicia's but still perky. "Take it
from here."
    "Lyssa stop that!"
    "Come on just grab the
shot from between my tits, do it!"
    Alicia became very aware they
were being watched by every guy in their vicinity now. Finally bowing to peer
pressure she leaned over and grabbed the shot with her teeth and took it from
between her friends boobs.
    "Hell yeah!" a guy
from beside them yelled. He was joined by other hoots and cheers.
    Alicia felt embarrassed, but
the tequila had an immediate calming effect on her. She grabbed the other shot
and downed it quickly. She was determined to actually have some fun tonight, no
more sitting in the corner nursing a Cape Cod while all her friends got laid.
     
    * * *
     
    "Too
many of these girls are just stupid sluts," Ben said, looking around.
"They all suck in bed and expect you to worship the ground they walk
on."
    "I hear that," Rob
said. "But, I still want to put my dick in one of them."
    "You'd put your dick in
anything," Ben said. "I'm going to get another beer, you want
one?"
    "Yeah, sure," Rob
said, his attention taken away by a girl shaking her big ass right in front of
him.
    Ben walked away from his
friend, wondering why he always came to these places. He was only 23, just out
of college, but he felt like he couldn't identify with anyone here. His life
revolved around going to work, going to the gym and then going home. Two nights
a week he went to hockey practice and on Saturday's he played in a local
league. He was in great shape, round shoulders, chiseled abs and decent biceps.
He wore his sandy hair long and shaggy and kept a five o'clock shadow at all
times. The girls seemed to love it, too bad he didn't love them. Every girl he
met wanted to change his routine. They wanted him to skip the gym or practice
and take them shopping, or they wanted him to skip the hockey game to go to
brunch with friends. He didn't even want to think about the sex, it was usually
horrible. Most of the girls interested in him had tight bodies but, to him, it
was like fucking a dog bone. He usually intimidated the chubbier girls, so that
was a no go too. He just wanted to find a girl that was down to fuck, but also
just wanted to come over and hang out with him at night, or come to his games
and cheer him on.
    "What do you want?"
the bartender asked, in a hurry due to the insane traffic in the club.
    "Two Bud Lights,"
he said with his money ready. He knew how this worked, if you wanted good
service you either had to have big tits or be quick. The bartender would avoid
you if you took forever every time you came for a drink.
    Ben tipped him the change and
walked back looking for Rob. Two people he didn't recognize were occupying the
table they previously shared.
    "Son of a bitch,"
he muttered to himself. Rob could be anywhere: bathroom, dance floor or getting
a blow job in his car. Ben had waited around outside for Rob one night in the
cold before finally walking back to the car to find Rob in the front seat, his
head thrown back and an expression of pure joy on his face. It was when Ben saw
the head bobbing up and down in front of the steering wheel painting the
picture for him. He couldn't get Rob's sex face out of his mind for several
weeks after that, and it disturbed him still to this day. He shuddered thinking
about it again and decided to make a loop around the club.
    He was wearing a tight polo
and baggy jeans, drawing looks from girls all around. He nodded politely and
smiled at a few all while double fisting his beers. He finally got tired of
that game and stopped just outside the dance floor. He knew he had no rhythm,
so he generally avoided the dance floor like it was made out of hot lava. Instead
he just bobbed