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By Jake (Jaker555@aol.com) ***

This is a story I never planned to tell, but some good friends, and one of the main players in this story have talked me into telling. In 1997 I was 22 years old, and a student at a University in Chicago. Ever since I had turned 21, my passion was going to small Blues Clubs, and hearing the real thing. I became very familiar with many of the small out of the way, non-tourist clubs in Chicago, where real Blues was played.
At about this time I started having a serious relationship with a girl named Trish. Trish was also a student at my school. She was from a small town in Southern Illinois. At 18 years old, Trish looked like the perfect girl next door. She was 5' 6", shoulder length natural blond hair (very straight), green eyes, and a very athletic 34-22-36 body. Trish had beautiful bright white teeth that looked they just stepped out of a Crest toothpaste commercial.
While Trish shared my love of Blues, she was not quite as devoted as me. Also, at 18 she couldn't get into the clubs that I liked. We dated, went to movies, concerts, plays, and museums. We usually ended up at my apartment for long sex sessions, although Trish almost never stayed the whole night. Our sex life was great as far as I was concerned, and included oral, but never anal. While sex was great, we led a pretty straight life, nothing very exotic.
After we had been together about 6 or 7 months, Trish was able to obtain a high quality fake ID. She had wanted to go to some of the Blues Clubs with me for some time, and now she would be able. The first Friday night after Trish got the ID, we went to a club in the North side of Chicago. I know this place as having a racially mixed crowd, and had never seen any trouble there. We arrived about 11:45 that night. Trish and I sat at a small wooden table against the wall. It was dark, smoky, and there was a five-piece band playing great music.
We had been there for about 2 hours. Both Trish and I had each had maybe 3 or 4 beers, nothing stronger. All of a sudden these two black guys in their late twenties asked if they could sit at our table. Before I could answer, they pulled up two chairs and sat down on the other side of Trish. They started to make small talk about the music, and the one closest to Trish told her how good-looking he thought she was. They had introduced themselves as Bill and Al. Al, who was sitting next to Trish suddenly put his arm around her.
Without looking at me, Al said, I am going to kiss your girlfriend, I'm going to touch her, and you're going to sit quietly and not say a word. Bill moved over to my other side, and held my arm by the bicep so hard that I was in pain. Al looked at Trish, and said OK honey, don't fight me, and don't make a scene. With that he leaned over and started to kiss her. I saw Al open his mouth, and I saw Trish respond. They were in this slow French kiss, as Al started to feel her breasts through her dress. Trish was wearing a short dress, with a scarf on top. While it didn't seem flimsy before, it seemed like nothing now.
As the kiss continued, Al put one of his hands under Trish's dress. I watched as he moved her thong panties to the side, and started to finger her pussy. Trish was quietly moaning, and her bottom was starting to move in rhythm to Al's finger. I could hear Bill chuckle in my ear as he said that's one fine pussy, I can't wait to get my turn. It was so dark; that it didn't seem like anyone at any other table noticed what was going on at ours. For about fifteen minuets this guy Al just kissed and finger fucked my girlfriend. I could see the black skin of his hand getting slick with her juices.
Finally, Al stopped. He put his hand up the back of her dress, and undid her bra. He kept starring at her as his hand worked her nipples. Her dress was up high enough so that you could see her blond pussy hair, as this man rubbed her tits. Bill let go of my arm, and said, Man this bitch is going blow me, right here, right now in this club. He switched chairs with Al. Al looked at me, smiled, and said, you're doing alright, just keep your mouth shut. I watched as Bill French kissed Trish, gave her a quick finger, and gently lowered her to the floor. With his back to the room, Bill undid his pants, slightly spread his legs, and put his prick in Trish's mouth.
I could hear Bill come, and I could see Trish struggle to swallow it all. Bill then sat her back up, and zipped up his pants. He lifted her slightly, took off her panties, and with a quick sniff put them in his pocket. He smoothed out her dress, grabbing each tit as he did it. Al then turned to me and said that I could call the cops if I wanted, but nothing good would come of that. He said you and your lady should just quickly leave here and chalk this up to experience. I looked at Trish, and she was just kind of stunned. She said lets just go home.
I supported Trish as we walked out of the club. My car was parked about a block away. I asked Trish What she wanted to do, and she said, there's nothing to do, just take me home. Things were never the same between us after that. We never made love again, although we stayed good friends. Neither one of us ever mentioned what happed that night until about 3 months ago.
We were watching TV at my house. That is me, my wife Beth, and Trish and her fiance Arthur. A quiz show was on, and one of the contestants was Bill. Trish and I looked at each other, and both knew that each had recognized him. Arthur must have caught the vibes, and asked what was going on. Trish than said, remember the Blues Club story I've told you, that guy on TV is one of the guys. Beth asked what we were talking about, and Trish told her the entire story.
Now in all of these years, as many times as I've thought about that night, I had never heard it told from Trish's point of view. She made it into an exciting encounter. She talked about how sexy it had been, and how turned on she had gotten. Arthur said, that story is our favorite fantasy; we act it out all of the time. Trish than suggested that I write up what happened and send it into some Internet sites. So this is it, except for one more item. Beth had me buy a Black Dildo, and she uses it every time I tell her this story, and she likes to hear it a lot.