Old Faces With Jenna Coleman

Starring Jenna Coleman. This story is a work of complete fiction. All parties involved are 18+.

The party was in full swing. Deafening music. Sticky floor and the horrid stench of a hundred and one different types of alcohol. We raised our plastic cups as the beat dropped. I wasn't much of a dancer, just swaying and rocking my head was the zone I comfortably stayed in. The club dance floor was packed and it was my turn to get the drinks. There was only three of us, myself included. I wrestled my way through the tightly packed, shoulder to shoulder crowd. The bar was just as bad, heaving as people quickly snapped up any space that opened up. Standing at just over six foot, my view over the sea of heads allowed me to spot an opening before others did. Leant up against the bar, I patiently waited until a barman strained to hear my order over the music. Drinks being poured, a hand taps my shoulder and I here my name. I expect to see one of my friends, having drunkenly stumbled over to me, wondering why I was taking so long. Instead, I was greeted by a gorgeous beaming smile.

"Jenna?" I say, mouth hanging open.

She yanks me towards her and hugs me tight. I barely got a look at her in the low light.

"How longs it been?" She says, looking me up and down, surprised as I am to see her.

"Years right?" The bartender grabs my attention, eyeing my drinks he'd finished pouring.

Grabbing hold of the three, I usher Jenna away from the crowded bar. I get a better look at her as the strobing lights flicker across her. She's wearing tight, high waisted jeans that perfectly fit her long, toned legs. A red, thin strappy crop top exposes her tight stomach and leaves little to the imagination when it comes to her pert breasts. Jenna was my best friend Stevens sister. He was studying abroad, but I'd known them both since school. She was two years my senior and I quickly formed a crush on her in my youth. I fondly remember the times when I caught glimpses of her skipping from the shower to her bedroom, towel wrapped tightly around her. Or the one time I caught her changing through her bedroom door she'd left ajar. In my adolescence I'd dreamt up that she did it on purpose because she knew I was over.

"You back for summer?" She asks, leaning in close so we could hear each other.

"Yeah. Just got back last week. You just got back from your trip to Australia right?"

"Someone's been on my Instagram." There's a cheeky smirk as she playfully pokes me.

Yes, I had been avidly looking through her Instagram. That body in a pencil thin bikini. Wouldn't miss that for the world.

"Maybe." I smile.

A woman, just as striking as Jenna, comes bumbling over. A friend of hers. We get introduced. This friend is far and away more drunk than us. The friend takes Jenna's hand and pulls her away. Jenna quickly takes hold of mine and pulls me along with her. We meander through the still heavy crowd and onto the dance floor. I manage to encourage them over to my other two friends who snap up their drinks after a long wait. I introduced Jenna but with the loud music and inebriation, I can't be sure they actually heard and took in anything I said.

The night wears on. I drink some more. Get a little tipsier. Jenna and I are stood next to one another. My friend had latched onto Jenna's, tongues shoved down each others throat. We continued to drink and got to a point where I'd loosened up enough to make a move. I took hold of Jenna's hand and lofted it up as we all belted out the lyrics to a song. I figured breaking the touch barrier was my first in. As that song died down and another took it's place Jenna kept hold of my hand. Using it to twirl herself around she backed up against me. Her exquisite, plump ass pressed up against my crotch. She started to grind against me, swaying her hips to the music. There's a look of pride plastered across her face as she looks up at me. Seeing how much I'm enjoying what she's doing, she sneaks a hand down and between us, grabbing the bulge in my jeans. I take a firmer hold of her hips. She pulls her hand back. Raising her arms I twirl her around again so that we're facing one another. Her glossy red lips shimmer in the dancing lights. I lean in, the kiss tender and slow at first. Her arms fall around and down onto my shoulders. I keep her hips pressed up against mine. Pulling away, I see her doughy brown eyes filled with lust. Whatever she's thinking about, it doesn't take long for her to decide.

Jenna leads us past the bar, up some stairs and onto a walkway that overlooks the main dance floor we were just on. It's darker up here, away from the lights. She pushes herself up against me. Stumbling backwards I'm pressed up against the wall. Jenna lifts her leg and hangs it off my waist, giving her better purchase to grind against me. All the while our lips are locked together. Her tongue fights against mine as she invites me into her mouth. Tilting our heads in opposing directions let's me press my tongue in deeper. I can feel the vibrations of her groans as she works her hips to feel my growing bulge through my jeans. To my disappointment she stops, pulling her mouth and hips away from me. I see her pearly white teeth as she grins. She quickly kisses me again before fumbling my belt open and unbuttoning my jeans. Her hand sneaks down between my pants and stomach until she takes my semi-erect cock into hand.

"Not hard yet hmm? Have I been doing something wrong?" She jokes, raising an eyebrow.

"Not at all." I say a little breathless.

She starts slow, working the top of my shaft and carefully rotating her thumb against the tip of my cock. It twitches and throbs in her hand, quickly getting rock hard she smiles, giggling at the excitement.

"There we go." She whispers, warm breathe tickling my neck.

Our eyes are locked as she feels my body tense, cock ready to explode.

"Not so fast." She says, pulling her hand free.

There's pre-cum glinting from the tip of her thumb and finger which she promptly laps up with her long tongue. I'm on another planet. This doesn't feel real.

"My turn." I say before she has any time to do anything.

I flip us around, pinning her to the wall. With my hand behind her head I take her arm and keep it held up. With her other arm around me, I'm free to explore her body. I quickly mimic her moves. Hand sliding over her tight abdomen, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping into her panties. She's already wet. I grin as my middle finger teases between her folds, gliding past her clit and teasing her entrance. She lets out a sigh, still locked onto me with her brilliant eyes. Her mouth hangs agape as she's desperate for me to continue. I bring both my middle and ring finger back and press them into her clit. I start slow, moving in circles. I feel her muscles tense as her head falls back against the wall. Picking up the pace, she bucks her hips forward. I feel her clit engorge and pussy flair. She grips onto the back of my shirt, scrunching up her face, ready to orgasm. I stop. Her eyes open wide in shock, filled with lust. I pull my hand free and release my grip on her wrist. Pulling me in close and standing on her toes she's able to whisper in my ear.

"I want you inside me."

Quickly she pulls away. We end up outside the bathrooms. She goes in the ladies first. I'm looking left and right to make sure nobody sees. Seconds later her head pops out, ushering me in as it's empty.

All over each other again, we stumble into the stall furthest away from the bathroom entrance. I take hold of her huge ass, squeezing hard through her jeans. She's desperate, tugging at my jeans and pants until they slip down to my ankles. I'm pushed backwards into the opposite cubicle wall. She unbuttons her jeans, slipping them and the black lacy thong down. Theirs a devilish grin as she slowly turns around giving a perfect view of her glistening lips and pert ass. I take hold of her shapely hips and press my thumb's into the dimples at the base of her back. Pulling her back, she adjusts, pushing herself up onto her toes and resting her hands against the wall of the bathroom stall. I take hold of my cock and tease it up against her soaking cunt.

"Fuck." She groans. "Just fuck me already."

I'm happy to oblige. Entering from the back she's incredibly tight against my throbbing girth. I'm gentle. First I push in the tip to her delight, making her push backwards I inch the rest of my cock in until my balls are pressed up against her clit. As she tries to keep the moaning to a minimum I start to thrust, pushing off the bathroom stall to give it more vigour. I'm quick to speed up. The sound of our skin slapping fills the room. I grunt as her pussy pulsates and squeezes my cock as it slips in and out of her.

Suddenly the bathroom entrance swings open and slams against the tiled wall. A group of woman, drunk and giggling come in, heels clicking against the slick floor. I stop and Jenna looks around. We both listen. None of them seem to be getting closer and Jenna slowly starts moving up and down my cock again. She holds her hand over her mouth as I match her movements. As she throws her ass back I take hold of the soft flesh, digging my fingers in. Careful to stay quiet I go faster, making sure we don't slap up against one another. I lean forward and reach my hand round underneath, fingers finding her clit.

"Oh god." She mumbles, closing her eyes and clenching her jaw.

I work fast against her clit and gyrate my hips, pressing my cock up against the inside of her cunt. Her strong, toned legs loose their strength as supple thighs tremble along with her quivering body. I use my arm currently wrapped underneath to keep her held up. She claws at the bathroom stall, biting her tongue and wincing as the orgasm runs rampant through her. I continue to thrust, close to finishing.

"Tell me when you're going to cum. I want it in my mouth okay?"

All I manage is a grunt of approval as my balls tighten and my cock tenses, ready to release it's load. I mumble in her ear. She quickly slides off my cock and kneels down. Taking the head of my cock into her mouth she forms a tight seal with her luscious lips. As it's lathered up with her juices, her petite hand easily slides up and down my shaft as she rapidly jerks it. The first rope shoots out and slaps against her tongue. Jenna coos, pulling my cock in further and gently bobbing her head as the rest of my load fills up her mouth and slides down her throat. She gratefully swallows every last drop. As my cock relaxes she teases her mouth off of it, smiling up at me as she stands, bringing her jeans and thong up. I almost felt as though I was in a different plane of existence. I reorganise my thoughts as I pull up my trousers and pants. There's no words exchanged. Instead Jenna confidently takes my hand and we waltz out of the bathroom stall and past the shocked group of girls who'd been gossiping and reapplying make up. Jenna soaks it up. I keep my head down. Still, this will be a night I'll never forget.