She loved the way he winked at her across the classroom, how he sometimes touched her shoulders when he greeted her from behind. The little flirtatious jokes he made in class, making her blush under his knowing gaze. Rick was talented, clever, and hilarious -- he definitely gave off a strange sort of animalistic vibe. And that's why she wanted him.
But she had a boyfriend, Drew. She and Drew had been having some...problems in the bedroom, and it had led her to have wild fantasies about Rick. She wanted him to throw her around the bedroom, and fulfil all the desires that Drew no longer could. He was tall and skinny, with thick, dark hair and a fantastic jawline. He drove her crazy just to think about -- but she and Drew had been together for so long. Rick was just a distraction -- or so she kept telling herself. But he was a pretty good one, because she absolutely could not get her mind off him, especially when she and Drew were at their worst.
Rosie was a quiet brunette, petite in form, with cute freckles all over her elven face. She had round little tits and a nice ass, and wore spectacles most of the time. Nobody would guess at how much of a fiery sexual deviant she could be.
One night, extremely out of character, Rosie went clubbing with a few of her course mates. And of course, there he was -- dancing like a crazy person, completely uninhibited. He was perfect. Rosie decided to join him, amongst cries of enthusiasm from her course mates that she'd even turned up in the first place. They all danced for a while, until Rosie needed a break and some fresh air. She went down the stairs in the club, and noticed that he was behind her. Her heart skipped a few beats and she became incredibly conscious of how she was walking, and tried to make her ass stick out a little with each step. "This is so silly", she thought to herself. "No way is he even looking at me."
She got outside and leaned against the wall for a couple of seconds, and he rounded the corner and saw her. He came towards her and said, "Hey, are you okay? So good to see you out tonight."
"Yes, I'm fine", she replied. "Just getting some air."
"You look really great tonight", he said darkly, and he looked all the way down her body, before returning her gaze once more.
She laughed nervously and looked down. What should she say now?
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, amused by her nervousness.
"Oh, sure, thank you," said Rosie, blushing. What's one drink?
Back in the club, he handed her the drink and she gave a little smile. "God, why am I so nervous?" she thought. "He doesn't like me, he's just being his normal flirtatious self. He's like that with everyone."
Three drinks and an hour later, she lost sight of him. She went to the toilet, and as soon as she came back to the dance floor, she felt hands on her shoulder and tensed.
"Why are you so tense? You look sexy."
It was Rick. He smelled so good.
He pushed some of her hair behind her left ear and whispered to her "I know you like me."
He began to kiss her neck. It felt so soft and warm, so sexy, so...right. But she couldn't stop thinking about Drew, about how hurt he would be if he saw her.
Her knees were beginning to get weak, and then he bit into her neck.
"Oh!" She let out a breathy moan.
He let out a little chuckle.
This had to stop before it got too bad.
"I have a boyfriend. I'm sorry, I'm committed to him," she explained, gently pushing him away.
"I know what you think of him. He can't satisfy you. He's not good enough for you. He doesn't give you the same...excitement that I do."
She blushed so hard she thought she might turn into a tomato. How dare he!
"Oh God, Rick," she exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"Well, I just can't believe you would say that about him!"
"It's true, though, isn't it?" he asked. His hands were on her waist now, and he was swaying her with the rhythm of the music.
"I really don't want to talk about-"
And he kissed her neck again. She was starting to get so wet that she could feel it in her knickers, and let out an ecstatic moan. God, he was hot, and he felt so good. Even with the thought of Drew in her mind, she had lost control of her urges. It had been so long since she had been wanted, needed, hungered for, and it felt incredible. She started to grind into him, and he chuckled again under his breath. She needed him, and there was no stopping her now.
"You like getting ragged around, don't you? You like it rough?" he teased. Did he really just ask her that?
"Oh Jesus...Rick, we need to leave."
"Don't worry. I'll take you somewhere more private", he said, laughing at how quickly she had become jelly in his arms.
What was she doing? Why was she doing this? Did she have to end everything with Drew now that she was going to fuck someone else?
He took her hand and led her out of the club. She was pretty much out of it, so she didn't notice them getting into the taxi, but soon they arrived at what she assumed was his flat.
