A Party of Two

We were at a party, much like where I'd seen her before. A cute, vivacious creature almost defiant to the troublesome order and confinement of the world. A smile that could silence everything around you if you saw it. The sort of girl you'd never forget if you saw her.

And up close, a body that you couldn't help but want to see bent over before you or bouncing up and down above you. Thinner than my usual preferences and decidedly less busty, the girl's pert ass, captivating eyes, and awe-inspiring smile was enough to hold my attention all night long. I tried to stay with my friends, to mingle, to engage in conversation, to not look so overly captivated by this one girl.

But we both know it didn't work. It was never going to work. So I quit trying. I walked across the room, a second drink in hand on a gamble she'd like it. A gamble that paid off, though I guess I'll never know if it was because she actually wanted the drink or if she wanted my attention. Attention that she easily had. We sank into conversation, easily, and comfortably. There were others around us, I knew, but I couldn't hear them. I barely processed that they were there, and I'm not convinced she was any different.

Before long, we were alone. She'd been slinking closer as the conversation progressed until she was practically in my lap. Unwilling to resist any longer, I pulled her into a kiss. The soft grunt of surprise as our lips met made my heart skip a beat.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted, but it ended with her staring me in the eyes. A gentle grin broke out across her face, as full of mischief as of relief.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to do that."

"Too long, I assure you."

She giggled. I pulled her closer still until she actually was in my lap. She straddled me, her legs on either side of mine, ass basically on my knees. Her hands lightly gripped the back of my neck as she kissed me once more. I don't know how long the kiss actually lasted, but it damn well didn't matter. When it finally ended, I had no air in my lungs and no blood anywhere other than between my legs.

I don't know whether she sensed it or whether she wanted a little more plausible deniability if the party returned, but she rather abruptly turned around and sat between my legs, her pert little ass pressed against me. My erection undoubtedly digging into her butt and lower back. Any thought she might have been surprised or displeased was soundly dismissed as she began to grind ever so slightly against me. I took my left hand and placed it at the intersection of her neck and jaw, tilting her upper back against my chest and her face slightly upwards. I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe.

"I can't resist any longer." I half-whispered, half-growled to her.

She said nothing. She didn't move. I should have let her say something, but I couldn't wait. My right hand snuck under the edge of her dress, fingers creeping downward and deeper until they found the well-dampened panties she wore. I traced my fingers over the delicate bits that waited below. Oh, the way she purred as I felt the heat pouring from her core.

"Naughty boy," she gasped out as I kissed and pet her.

But she didn't say no. So I didn't stop. I allowed my thumb to find her little pleasure button hiding under its small, fleshy hood and the thin cotton barrier. My fingers busied themselves with working more and more of her arousal into the already-damp fabric while that mischievous thumb stoked her fire further. As I slowly, subtly worked her sex, she ground her ass into my throbbing member, the thin cloth of her dress and the denim of my jeans the only thing separating me from the eager honeypot between her legs.

"Naughty boy. You don't have a condom, do you?"

My heart sank. "No. You?"

"Nope."

I didn't move my hand. She didn't move her ass. Our hearts were racing. I could feel hers through her eager sex. She could feel mine hammering against her back.

"Do you trust me?" She asked.

I knew I should ask more questions. I knew what the answer should have been. "Yes," exited my lips before I could stop myself.

"Good boy." She stood for a moment. "Let that cock out and I'll make your night."

"You already have."

She was smiling, I'm sure of it. "Hush. And get those pants open."

I didn't need to be told twice. A few subtle movements, made slightly difficult by how close her ass was to my zipper, and my cock was surging through the opening in my jeans and boxers. My throbbing rod finally stood free, precum beading on the tip and my foreskin already saturated in the slick substance. I didn't know what she was going to do, but I was ready for it.

She didn't have much left still to do, my hand having already lifted her dress, but she hiked that dress of hers the little bit higher that she needed to get her panties to her mid-thighs, briefly exposing that perky ass I'd been so enticed by earlier. She spat in her hand and reached back, massaging her saliva and my precum into a slick mixture that coated the top half of my cock. Then, holding my shaft, she lowered herself onto me.

I was waiting for the molten wetness of her pussy to engulf me, but no such thing happened. No, my glans struck a different target. She pressed my sensitive flesh into the steel ring of her ass. She pressed and let go several times in a row, movements no more than a centimeter at a time. The lubrication was minimal, but her persistence won out.

I felt her hole yield. Half my tip breached her. She pulled it out and tried again. Half the tip again. On the next try, I felt her vice-like grip stroke over my entire glans and anchor behind the corona. With slow, steady pressure, she pushed herself downwards. Her sphincters squeezed me hard and tight as she buried me inside her. I could feel the pressure tugging almost painfully on my frenulum and was about to have to tell her to relent a moment, but she must have sensed this on her own. She lifted her ass up, leaving just the tip inside her before lowering herself again.

When I finally bottomed out in her, those tight little ass cheeks against my groin, she looked back and smiled. "I saw you looking. Figured I could show you I do know how to use it."

Neither one of us moved for a moment. She was certainly adjusting to the stretch and pressure of my cock invading her ass. While I was getting used to the impossible heat around my rod. The iron grip squeezed somewhere between tight and tighter at the base of my cock while the rest of my rod swam in that relaxed, molten sea of velvety rectum.

It did not take long for her to get to moving. Hilted as I was and positioned as we were, these were not deep strokes. No, she worked me in and out of her, her ass divulging and then engulfing my last inch, my glans pressing against the thin walls separating her dripping vault.

The little saliva that remained wore off after only a couple of strokes, absorbed by her eager body, the friction and tightness of her hole making all access difficult. But my ever-flowing precum and the scant, but still present, juice of her hole slowly worked together as she grew accustomed to my presence to afford some movement.

With just a little practice and timing, we soon reached a rhythm. Rocking away from each other and then back together, soon two inches of my turgid member were piercing in and out of her eager, clenching hole. Soft moans and whimpers bubbled up from some deep, carnal place in her throat. I can only imagine the almost feral sounds I made, my mouth still pressed against her neck.

I kept my right hand on her swollen bud and her sodden womanhood as we worked together. Two fingers stroked her clit, small circles, modest pressure, the occasional pinch. I could feel her breathing change as I played her. Need surged within and between us. Neither one of us would last long, and we both knew it. I moved my left hand from the side of her face to gently covering her mouth.

Whether this move stoked her fires or whether it gave her the permission she needed, she began to move faster and faster. Her movements only tightened her grip on my shaft, her hole wringing me as hard as it could, the motion making my foreskin massage my glans with every stroke.

She somehow came sooner than I'd anticipated and with an intensity I hadn't expected, bordering on a full-body convulsion. She shuddered. She moaned and whimpered into my hand. Her sphincters spasmed as we thrust into one another.

And I couldn't hold off any longer. I grunted in her ear as her tight, trembling hole at last milked me to orgasm. I felt white-hot release course through me moments before the spurts of my seed rushed into her bowels.

We stayed still. I could feel the blood draining from my cocks slowly, our heartbeats mixing. Eventually, my cock softened to the point her incredibly tight ass squeezed me out. She pulled her panties back up and I tucked myself back into my pants, relishing the fact that both of our sexes were still coated in cum and ass-juice.

"Well, naughty boy." She said, "I should like to try that again... maybe in a different position and with actual lubricant. And." She kissed me softly on the cheek, "I don't think anyone noticed what we got up to."