I sat with them for a while, because they were pretty funny. One couldn't speak right to save his life. Another was was shouting because he claimed we were too loud. And two just couldn't stop laughing at each other. The last one was a lot more tamed. I talked to him the most. He gave me his own low-down on what's what, but from the guy's end. There was definitely some sparks going on.
He was hard to look away from. He must have been 6'5", at least. Stunning grey eyes with handsom facial features that jutted out in the right places. Dark-dark brown hair; almost black but I knew the difference. He had muscly arms. Not too much, which I liked. You could tell he kept himself fit, but not so much that it consumed his well-being. He was wearing a button up plaid T-shirt, so I didn't get to gawp at the rest of his body, but I have an inkling it's pretty amazing. And, mmm... He had 5 o'clock shadow. Something about the late afternoon prickles turned me on.
"Yo Kev. Ow youz dealin' wiff that girl o'yawz... What's 'er name. Melody! Hey Melody! Lookie 'ere! It's tha man oo's art you trashed! Yeah-yeah-yeah!" shouted the really hammered guy.
I looked for where Kevin could be, so I knew who I was talking about from earlier, when my new kindergarten-crush replied, "Shh-shh. I don't need her coming over here. Please dude, just shut up."
I wanted to say, "Oooh... You're Kevin. Well this is just great. The only decent guy here is the center of all the drama," but instead I said, "Oh."
'Oh.' What the hell! I couldn't come up with something better? He looked at me curiously. I smiled, "Uhm, I gotta get some more pop. Excuse me."
I rushed over to the cooler, with my head in a frenzy. Why does the guy I fancy have to be in such a depressing situation. Ugh. Depressing thoughts again. Stop it!
I fumbled around for some Coke, then did a quick pivot and bumped into someone. I looked up before I could get heated about it, and saw Kevin smiling down at me. I burned up anyway, but this time from embarassment.
"I gather you heard about my situation," he said.
"Oh, well uhh... Girls love to gossip. Y'know. Girls trashing girls kind of thing. Nothing bad about you."
He did a low throaty chuckle, which I absolutely loved. "Well I'm glad to hear." He smiled at me again. His eyes had a look of uncertainty. "I uhm, really liked talking with you. You make my mind at ease, and I can forget about who's all here."
I prayed to God he thought I just wore an excessive amount of blush instead of actually flushing the way I did. I shook it off. "Well, technically this party is for me, I could easily give them the boot if ya want," I said jokingly.
"Nah. I love the feeling I get when I make her jealous. Just standing here and talking to you is killing her!"
"Oh."
"No no! Not that I'm talking to you to get her jealous. Don't get me wrong. It's the icing on the cake really."
"Well in that case, wanna go inside and talk some more?"
He looked down at me, biting his lower lip, but just half of it. The other half curved up into a devilish smile. God, that drove me nuts... "Yeah, definitely."
--= 5 =--
We sat on the couch talking about God knows what. There were still a lot of people around, coming and going through the back door, so I couldn't exactly pounce him the way I wanted to. The whole time he wouldn't take his eyes off mine. I have a very difficult time keeping eye contact, so I was darting around a lot. I could tell it amused him because he kept laughing whenever I twitched my eyes away.
Finally, he grabbed my chin and bore his eyes into me. I just stared back, like a deer in headlights: wide-eyed, frozen, and not knowing what to do next. For the first time he took his eyes off mine, and looked down at my lips, which I was nibbling in anticipation. He pulled me in closer, while leaning in himself, and pressed his lips onto mine. They felt cool to the touch, sending a chill down my spine.
I placed my hand on his, which was still clamped on my chin. He moved it up along my jawline, then down, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck, while running his thumb up and down my throat. I smoothed my hand down his arm, until I reached the base of his forearm, pulling down, causing, his hand to trace over my collar bone, then walk its way down my chest, until his hand met my breast. He cupped it at first, feeling its weight. He must have liked, because I could feel his lips smiling through the kiss. Then he bit down on my lower lip, and took in a sharp breath.
He pressed his palm into my breast, which made me moan against his lips. I took my other hand and placed it behind his neck, running my fingers through his hair, pulling him in closer as I meshed my lips into his. I let a my tongue slip in, only for a peek, when I felt his slip through my lips to play along, too. I ran my tongue along his upper lip, then across his bottom, biting gently. His hand which was caressing my breast, softly pinched my erect nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I responded by accidently biting down on his tongue which was venturing way into my mouth.
I giggled, looking down at his mouth, when he pushed out his "wounded" tongue. I trailed my tongue up along it. Then he sucked my tongue into his mouth, massaging it with his own. I moaned again, softly, as he continued to pinch my nipple, then rolling his palm in circles over my breast. I think it was when I ran my hand down his chest, and over his crotch, that I realized we had to continue this somewhere else. Luckily, no one was around through our make-out session. No one sober anyway.
I pulled away, and looked into his eyes, and for once he darted away, but only to look down at my perky nipples. I tilted my head slightly, and leaned into his ear and whispered, "I think the bathroom is finally free." He jumped up, grabbed my hand, and rushed us towards the bathroom. He pushed me in first, coming in behind me. After locking the door, he turned to me and pushed me into the wall, pressing his body into mine. I wrapped one leg around his, grinding my crotch onto his hard-on. From what I could tell, it was generously sized, trapped, and definitely needed some attention.
I pulled at Kevin's arms, which set my head free, and I slid down his body, making sure he could feel my breasts sliding down the whole length. I came face to face with a protrusion that was throbbing to get out. So I pressed my face into his crotch, pressing my lips against his cock, and breathed hot air through his jeans while I undid his buckle. I looked up at him and I could see him with his devilish half smile again. He had both hands against the wall behind me, to stable himself.
His jeans finally fell to the floor after I unbuttoned and unzipped him. A nice tent was pitched right in front of me as his stiff dick pushed through his boxers. I smoothed my hands over his belly, then with both index fingers, I traced along the elastic of his boxers, each sliding in opposite directions. When both hands met his hips, I tugged his undies down, and up slapped his glorious 6 and a half inch dick. I cocked my head to the side, deciding whether or not to torment poor Kevin, or dive in. I decided on both.
I grabbed the base of his dick, and blew cool air over the tip. I stretched out my tongue, as if to go in and lick off the pre-cum that was just glistening over the head. Instead, I nuzzled my face inbetween his thighs, and licked up each one, blowing cool air over them. He let out a heavenly sigh as I slid my tongue up to his scrotum, lapping at each ball gently, all the while twisting and squeezing the base of his cock with my hand. Eventually, I figured my lick-tease was giving him more pain than pleasure, so I ran my nose up the shaft, inhaling his musky scent, and kissed the tip, smudging his pre-cum all over my lips.
I wrapped my lips over the head, sucking the tip while massaging it with my tongue. I was pumping the rest of his dick with two hands, each twisting in opposite directions. I dropped one hand and let it trickle up and down his thighs while I bobbed my head up and down his heated dick. I let saliva gather in my mouth and dribble out onto my pumping hand. It slipped inbetween each finger, lubing up the rest of his shaft. Soon I was slurping and sloshing all over his dick, and juices from my mouth were running down his balls and onto his legs.
He kept pumping his dick into my mouth, getting close I could tell. So I let my second hand drop, and in one swift bob I took him whole. My nose was pressed into his pubic bone, and I could smell the sweat in his pubes. I held him in there a little longer, slipping my tongue around at his base while his head was getting squeezed by my throat. He let one hand go from the wall and grabbed the back of my head, grinding his cock into my throat ferociously. I pulled away for a quick breather, then I slammed my head back down onto his cock.
I kept twisting my head around his dick, and bobbing up and down while he was pumping into my mouth. He was moaning so loudly, I was sure someone could hear us. Actually, I was pretty certain there were people out by the door trying to guess which couple landed the bathroom gig. I didn't care though. Infact, it excited me. It only made me want to make Kevin moan even louder. So while he was pumping my face, I massaged his balls with lube from the dribbling saliva.
"Oh my God! I'm cumming. I'm cumming right now! Oohh fuck!..." I felt him let go of my head, as if to say, 'You can get off now if you want.' But I kept assaulting his prick. I bobbed up and down faster, making loud sucking noises, while splashing my spit everywhere. I had both hands on each side of his hips, pumping his cock deep into my throat. Kevin ran one hand down through my hair, grabbing a fist-full, and rammed his last thrust deep in my mouth. He let out a deep gurgle, mixed with a whining moan as his sweet cum slid down my throat. He filled my mouth so fast, that it dripped out onto my chin, landing on my shirt, (good thing it's white) and across his balls.
