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Meredith was 22 and in her first year of medical school. She'd always been a bit of a bookworm, studying and volunteering at the hospital all through college so that she when she headed off to a new town to start her doctorate she felt the she was overdue to reinvent herself. To her great surprise, a few trips to the mall and a new, cute haircut had been all the slim, 5'4" brunette had needed to win acceptance as a "popular girl" among her fellow students. It would be another year before it would occur to her that most of her friends were from similarly geeky backgrounds and were also trying to be social for the first time.

For the meantime she especially enjoyed the attention of one of the more popular boys, Pete. He loved sports and drinking with his buddies, but when she got him alone he was a real sweetie. And, since he frequently dropped the names of past conquests, he was more than enough experienced to alleviate Meredith of her burdensome virginity. They'd gotten drunk along with the rest of the regulars in their third week and he'd literally opened a whole new world for her. Since then they had been the cutest couple ever.

Until last week. Martin Luther King's birth offered an insanely short three-day weekend of a break and yet Pete had decided he had to go home. Meredith had already traveled the three hours with him for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so she assumed she was invited, but Pete had told her he needed
to do something by himself. Coupled with his increasingly long, secretive phone calls to a number in his old area code and Meredith was more than a little suspicious.

Even worse, she had been horribly horny all weekend. Her pussy was wet even when she wasn't aroused -- not that that had been often -- and her fingers no longer did the trick. When her girlfriends called her up to ask her to go to a bar to find some fun she leapt at the chance. She wasn't looking for a new man, but the way Pete always talked about his many lays had chipped away at her until she needed a conquest of her own. So, as her friends haggled over how to split the taxi fare Meredith was already deciding that she'd find a separate way home.

Within minutes of paying the cover charge and entering the incredibly crowded -- especially for a Sunday night -- bar, Meredith had headed off on her own and was perched atop a stool at the bar next to a well built man with curly blond hair. She smiled at him and had his immediate attention.

"Hi there, what's your name?" he asked.

"Meredith," she said as she swiveled to face him.

"And what are you up to tonight?" he asked as he took in her fine features.

"I dunno, fun I guess..." she trailed off, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.

"What sort of fun would that be?" he probed, seeming more confident as she felt meeker.

"Um..." Meredith paused. Fuck this, she wasn't going to be on the defensive: "This sort of fun!" She stretched one of her long, smooth legs out until it rested across his lap. His hand rested upon it immediately.

"I see," he said, "why that's just what I was looking for too." He eased a rough hand up her thigh until it was beneath her skirt. She blushed and began to pull away.

"Don't," he commanded. "This place is actually so crowded that nobody is looking."

As Meredith glanced around she realized he was right. She also realized that he had just coaxed a finger beneath her thong and into her slick pussy. She grinned and tried to be the most forward she could be: "Enough of that, don't you have somewhere we could go?"

Smiling, he shook his head. He leaned over until she could feel his warm breath on her ear. Enunciating careful, he said, "We're not going anywhere. Slide off the stool and place your hands on the bar like you are waiting to get a drink. I will fuck you from behind."

Her eyes wide, Meredith was a somewhat shocked and very turned on to find herself doing exactly as he asked without hesitating. Just as she placed her palms on the worn ridges of the wooden bar, she felt him press in behind her. To most in the crowded bar it only looked a bit like someone copping a feel off a flushed girl in a tank top. Meredith however felt his hand between them as he lowered his zipper, found his cock and slipped it under her short skirt.

His hand roamed past her outer thighs until he gripped her beneath the skirt, feeling the crushed velvet of the front of her thong and the hot pussy beneath it. Sliding his fingers downward, he again slipped a finger into her moist hole. By now she was absolutely gushing. If not for her
undies the juices might be well down her thighs. She moaned quietly and pressed her ass against him.

He knew she was ready. Shifting slightly, he pulled the crotch of her panties aside and moved until the head of his cock was lodged against her wet lips. Pushing slightly, she felt the opening of her cunt catch him, but at first he made little progress entering her tightness. Sighing, she
pressed against him, slowly feeling her walls give way as the head of this stranger's cock began to explore her most private reaches.

God he was big! Bigger at least than any she'd felt. Then again Pete was always a little shy about his five incher and his brother (their secret) hadn't been any bigger. It felt wonderful. And warm.

Shit, he's not wearing a condom. Then again, who sits in a bar with a hard cock and condom on? And then again again, who fucks up against the bar in a crowd? Fuck it, she thought. Her first condomless cock was swapping heat
with the walls of her cunt, filling her with a warmth she'd never known. It felt wonderful. She groaned a little too loud and caught the bartender's attention.

"What it'll be now?" asked the harried bartender.

"Um," she gulped, hoping that she wasn't sweating as visibly as she felt she was," I'll have a rum and coke please."

"Make that two!" shouted her anonymous lover from behind her, slapping a twenty dollar bill on the counter as he finally rammed the length of his cock into her.

Meredith gasped and the bartender grinned. Oh god, she thought, he knows. But his gaze fell not so much on their public coupling as the view down her halter top that exposed most of her braless tits. Sadly only B cups, she thought, but usually enough. Now, with their nipples stretching into the fabric of the halter, her tits were more than enough to distract the bartender from her more embarrassing situation. She smiled at the bartender as the cock backed a bit out of her pussy. He left to go work on the drinks.

The man behind her began a slow rhythm, fucking in and out of her tight hole as it slowly loosened to accommodate him perfectly. She'd definitely never had a cock like this in her. Maybe it was as only an inch or so bigger, but what an inch. She felt her cream drip and slurp around his probing cock in a way that surely would have been audible in a quiet room on a couch or a bed.

Over and over again he slid within her, until she last track of time, though surely no more than it took for the bartender to finish the drinks he had just placed in front of her. She smiled at him in thanks, but the dreamy
look in her face must have confused him slightly because he briefly looked puzzled before another customer distracted him.

Her tight walls sucked at the cock within her. She felt so sexy, like an animal in heat being bred in the wild. Shit again! With no condom and no pill she needed to be careful. When she first asked for birth control after the end of finals last semester she'd been too sick and underweight and the doctor thought it might mess with her hormones. Stupid doctor, the whole point was to mess with her hormones. She knew she should have tried again and that she could have tried a different doctor, but Pete was always content with the condoms and it just been an issue. Now she was literally fucked. But it felt good.

Continuing to push back into him, she turned her head and said, "I'm not on the pill or anything." An inadvertent eavesdropper next to them at the bar gulped too much beer and began sputtering. "Please be careful," she continued breathlessly as she tried to squeeze her hot walls around him. She thought of how it would feel if he came against her hot ass cheeks, even if it meant ruining the skirt, and her cunt felt even hotter. She'd save the skirt as a remembrance, she quickly decided.

Speeding up, the man who belonged to the cock that was stretching her pussy said a not-so-reassuring, "I'll try." Oh god, she thought. She wanted to moan for all she was worth but did not dare with so many people so very
close.

Unfettered by strip of wet cloth force aside by the cock within her, her juices began to actually drip down her thighs. Again she counted her blessings, if not for the overpowering scents of smoke and spilt beer, her pussy would be the fragrance of the evening for the throngs all around her.

"Go ahead, drink you drink," rumbled the man behind her, sounding tense but unflustered. She complied, supporting herself on her elbows as she tipped the drink toward her the wet, red lips of her mouth, the welcome tingle of the soda joining the tingle of the redder and far wetter lips of her other mouth.

As she felt the thrusts stretching her become a bit erratic, she again turned her head to the side. "Remember, I'm unprotected," she pleaded.

"I remember," he replied as his just as he rammed his swelling cock hard into her one last, fateful time. He made not a sound as his began pulsing hot sprays of semen within the tight tunnel that led to her fertile womb.

"Oh," was all she could say as the flood of warmth set off her own orgasm. Wishing she could buck against him but instead feeling every muscle go rigid, her pussy began milking his cock for the pregnancy giving juices that
might ruin her career before it even started. She felt so hot and alive, she didn't give a damn. In fact she enjoyed not giving a damn.

Abruptly the cock was out of her, setting loose a gush of their mutual juicesover her distended lips, into the wadded fabric of her undies, down her thighs and possibly even onto the floor of the bar.

"Thanks! Enjoy the drink," said her new lover. He then briefly kissed the back of her neck before quickly slipping away into the anonymous crowd.

She gulped the rest of the first rum and coke and was just starting the second when a glob of his cum dropped onto her ankle. Hopefully, she thought, the gooey thong would be her only souvenir of the evening.

Meredith realized that she had better go find her friends. It looked like she would share cab-fare home after all.