1. Illusion


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Marcus_G_O_W, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

    in his chair. “Hey! When the fuck is Boyd getting here?” Devon was sitting back with his eyes closed relaxing. “He was leaving work mid-afternoon and I think he wants to surprise his fiancée.” “Boyd is so fucking pussy whipped,” Shorty exclaimed. Bob laughed and shook his head. “Ever since our pledge days, Boyd was always falling in love with some chick.” Nodding, Devon leaned his head toward Bob and grinned. “But he was always a great Kappa.” “To Kappa!” exclaimed Bob lifting his bottle. Devon and Shorty both hoisted their bottles toward Bob, “To Kappa.” The door burst open as Pepper and Chad bounded in with their bags. “Aaaaaayyy!” Handshakes, hugs and friendly insults filled the room as the old fraternity brothers greeted each other. More beer was opened and after several minutes of boisterous laughing and chatting, they finally settled down, lounging around the room on the chairs and the sofa. Shorty leaned forward in his chair. “Are y’all getting hungry?” The guys not moving from their reclined positions all grunted out ‘yeahs.’ “Great!” said Shorty, “I’ve reserved us a private room at the Buckhead Saloon and then back here for strippers at nine.” Bob shot up from his reclining position. “Strippers!” Breaking into a big toothy grin, Shorty said, “I thought that would get your attention, Bob.” ***************************************** Boyd left his office at the bank early that Friday afternoon. He was dreading the six hour drive from Ocala, Florida to Atlanta, Georgia. ...
    He had thought that he would surprise his fiancée, Heather, that evening and spend the night with her before catching up with his old college buddies on Saturday morning. Heather had told him that she was flying to see her mother in Houston on Saturday. Having not seen her in several days, Boyd desperately wanted the chance to spend a few hours with her before she left. Pulling his car onto the highway, he called her on his cell phone, eager to hear her sweet voice. "Hey, Boyd.” Heather’s voice was haggardly hoarse. “Hey, babe. Wow, you sound tired.” “Yeah, I didn’t sleep well. I was running late and didn’t shower before morning classes, so I was just about to do that.” “Just think Heather, only two more semesters at nursing school, you’ll be an RN and no more late night, waitressing jobs.” “Yeah, I can’t wait.” “So, what time are you going to the airport tomorrow?” “Oh, about nine-thirty to catch my flight.” “What a drag, that’ll be about the time I get to Atlanta,” he said. “I sure wished that you would have been in town to meet my friends.” “Oh babe, I’m so sorry, I know you really wanted me to go to your buddy’s wedding with you.” “Yeah, that would’ve been nice. You’ve never had a chance to meet my old gang.” “Don’t worry, it will happen soon enough,” she answered. A car trying to pass a large truck, cut very close to Boyd’s front bumper as it swerved into his lane. “Yeah, well, I better get off my cell. Traffic seems to be getting heavy now.” “Okay babe, I love you, Bye.” ...