rather good
The last guest at the party, she sat in the chair farthest from him, drinking rum from a plastic cup. He was talking about old high school friends-who was still living with their parents, who was an alcoholic, who was engaged. She managed to respond coolly in spite of the fact that all she could think about was how they were drunk and alone in the early hours of the morning, and he still had the body of a 17-year-old football star.
"I should go to bed. Are you going to stay here?"
"I'm going to stay until the buzz wears off." Of course she wanted to stay. She'd had multiple fantasies about this exact situation since high school, and each one was hot as hell. "I need water."
She filled her cup at the kitchen sink and turned to face him, leaning against the wall.
"Do you need to wash up? You can use the bathroom down here, I can get you a towel or a toothbrush or something."
"No."
"Why are you smirking?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're giving me a look."
"I'm not giving you a look."
He wouldn't take his prying black eyes off her face, so she turned around and headed back to her chair. He climbed the first step to his bedroom and flicked off the lights, and she immediately felt the weight of disappointment.
"Psst."
She squinted through the black. "What?"
"You can either share my bed, or..." but he was already leading her upstairs by the hand before he finished his sentence.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to the guitars, glistening in the blue beam that shined in through the bedroom skylight. "You play guitar?"
"For a couple years now. I like to write my own songs."
Well, that seals the deal.
"Do you want some shorts? Or a sweatshirt?"
She grabbed a pair of gray shorts from his outstretched hand and unabashedly stripped down to a barely-there thong while he watched. She laughed at him.
"What's so funny?"
"You aren't ravaging me."
"Why should I be?"
"Uh, because you can."
What happened next was a blur, but time slowed down when she had his shirt pulled up over his mind-melting, hard brown abs. He was solid everywhere.
"Oh my god," she practically whimpered. "Do you still run?"
He mumbled an answer with his tongue in her mouth and reached into the pair of shorts he'd lent her. He remembered how she liked the spot on her abdomen massaged, that the tension of having her hips restrained against his body turned her on. He pushed a finger inside and she was putty in his hands, writhing with pleasure.
"You never used to like this."
"It hurt, I was a virgin."
"I get it, I'm just reminiscing the good old days."
"We were boring in high school," she snickered in a voice husky from booze and arousal. She tugged at his shorts, dying to see and feel everything she never did in high school. What did he look like? What did he taste like? Her impatience made her clumsy, and the shorts tangled around his waist. He pulled them down and, to the shy 15-year-old inside her, it was like finding buried treasure. She licked him gently, but he grabbed her by the head, needy, pushing his cock into her throat.
"Why are you so randy?" he gasped.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"I didn't say that, but...where did this come from? Remember when you were a good girl? My parents still love you."
"That's what makes it so hot! You don't think nailing your high school sweetheart ten years later is like something out of a porno?"
"You should try harder to keep it in your pants. And we are not having sex tonight."
"We aren't?"
"My roommate is sleeping right there on the floor."
"Oh. Maybe he's into this kind of thing." She bit his ear and rubbed her firm, perky, glorious tits against his bare chest.
"I was traveling with my friend a couple weeks ago, and he brought a girl back to our hotel room...and they had sex while I was there...and it was the worst situation I've ever been in."
"That's the most traumatic thing that's ever happened to you? In your life? Do you live in a bubble?"
"I don't want to wake him."
"I promise I'll be good. I won't make a sound. I'll be very, very quiet." He was driving his fingers in her like no tomorrow, grinding against her ass while she stroked him.
"I'd have to get up for a condom. The floor might creak or something."
"You're serious? I'm hot, drunk, naked, and begging for your sex with your hard cock in my hand, and you don't want to screw?"
"It wouldn't be decent."
"Uh. Well, okay."
Three hours later she was woken by the morning sun and didn't hesitate to find her clothes on the floor, fearing the detonative roommate-sex formula. He hushed her clunky heels as he walked her down the stairs and to the door.
"It was good seeing you again," he called as she stepped into her car.
"You too. But you should know that last night, I found your behavior very inappropriate." She pulled the car door shut and headed down the driveway as he stood open-mouthed on the stoop.
"I should go to bed. Are you going to stay here?"
"I'm going to stay until the buzz wears off." Of course she wanted to stay. She'd had multiple fantasies about this exact situation since high school, and each one was hot as hell. "I need water."
She filled her cup at the kitchen sink and turned to face him, leaning against the wall.
"Do you need to wash up? You can use the bathroom down here, I can get you a towel or a toothbrush or something."
"No."
"Why are you smirking?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're giving me a look."
"I'm not giving you a look."
He wouldn't take his prying black eyes off her face, so she turned around and headed back to her chair. He climbed the first step to his bedroom and flicked off the lights, and she immediately felt the weight of disappointment.
"Psst."
She squinted through the black. "What?"
"You can either share my bed, or..." but he was already leading her upstairs by the hand before he finished his sentence.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to the guitars, glistening in the blue beam that shined in through the bedroom skylight. "You play guitar?"
"For a couple years now. I like to write my own songs."
Well, that seals the deal.
"Do you want some shorts? Or a sweatshirt?"
She grabbed a pair of gray shorts from his outstretched hand and unabashedly stripped down to a barely-there thong while he watched. She laughed at him.
"What's so funny?"
"You aren't ravaging me."
"Why should I be?"
"Uh, because you can."
What happened next was a blur, but time slowed down when she had his shirt pulled up over his mind-melting, hard brown abs. He was solid everywhere.
"Oh my god," she practically whimpered. "Do you still run?"
He mumbled an answer with his tongue in her mouth and reached into the pair of shorts he'd lent her. He remembered how she liked the spot on her abdomen massaged, that the tension of having her hips restrained against his body turned her on. He pushed a finger inside and she was putty in his hands, writhing with pleasure.
"You never used to like this."
"It hurt, I was a virgin."
"I get it, I'm just reminiscing the good old days."
"We were boring in high school," she snickered in a voice husky from booze and arousal. She tugged at his shorts, dying to see and feel everything she never did in high school. What did he look like? What did he taste like? Her impatience made her clumsy, and the shorts tangled around his waist. He pulled them down and, to the shy 15-year-old inside her, it was like finding buried treasure. She licked him gently, but he grabbed her by the head, needy, pushing his cock into her throat.
"Why are you so randy?" he gasped.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"I didn't say that, but...where did this come from? Remember when you were a good girl? My parents still love you."
"That's what makes it so hot! You don't think nailing your high school sweetheart ten years later is like something out of a porno?"
"You should try harder to keep it in your pants. And we are not having sex tonight."
"We aren't?"
"My roommate is sleeping right there on the floor."
"Oh. Maybe he's into this kind of thing." She bit his ear and rubbed her firm, perky, glorious tits against his bare chest.
"I was traveling with my friend a couple weeks ago, and he brought a girl back to our hotel room...and they had sex while I was there...and it was the worst situation I've ever been in."
"That's the most traumatic thing that's ever happened to you? In your life? Do you live in a bubble?"
"I don't want to wake him."
"I promise I'll be good. I won't make a sound. I'll be very, very quiet." He was driving his fingers in her like no tomorrow, grinding against her ass while she stroked him.
"I'd have to get up for a condom. The floor might creak or something."
"You're serious? I'm hot, drunk, naked, and begging for your sex with your hard cock in my hand, and you don't want to screw?"
"It wouldn't be decent."
"Uh. Well, okay."
Three hours later she was woken by the morning sun and didn't hesitate to find her clothes on the floor, fearing the detonative roommate-sex formula. He hushed her clunky heels as he walked her down the stairs and to the door.
"It was good seeing you again," he called as she stepped into her car.
"You too. But you should know that last night, I found your behavior very inappropriate." She pulled the car door shut and headed down the driveway as he stood open-mouthed on the stoop.