Peter and Wendy

The club was near bursting at the seams when my friends and I got there. We were some of the last people actually allowed to enter. We luckily found a small empty table. It was the kind you had to stand at instead of sit down but we were lucky to have found anything at all. Our waitress had a goth look about her with her dark hair and dark makeup. Her skin nearly glowed white under the lights of the dance floor.

"My name is Allyson, what can I get for you guys?" She said placing napkins around the table and placed a small bowl of chips in the middle of the table.

"Shots!" We all yelled at the same time then giggled.

"My kind of women," Allyson said. "What kind of shots would you ladies like?"

Looking from one friend to another we all answered, "Tequila!" And giggled more.

We were all in a good mood since we's finished all our exams not only for the semester but for the year. In fact, a few of us had finished for our degree.

Allyson brought our shots and lined them up on the table. She placed a bowl of lemons and a shaker of salt on the table as well.

We all took our shots making screwed up faces, calling for another round.

"Let's dance!" My friend Alissa shouted over the music. I followed her out to the dance floor, and we began grinding away at the song playing.

It wasn't long before I felt a hard chest against my back, keeping time with my movements. I turned to look at the man behind me. Please don't let him be ugly. I turned to face the man behind me. He was about six foot four, with dark hair. I couldn't tell the color because of the lights. I could see the muscles of his chest by the stretch of his shirt. He had a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes even though I couldn't tell what color they were.

He mirrored my movements as we danced. Reaching out he put his hand on my waist as he moved his hips against mine. He was smooth. When the song ended, he motioned me to a table away from the chaos of the dance floor. We still had to almost shout to talk to one another.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"They call me Peter." He yelled.

"They call you Peter. Why is that?"

He leaned in close to my ear growling he said, "Because I'll take you to Neverland, baby."

I shivered all over and smiled. So, it was going to be that kind of interaction. I was game.

"Well, they call you Peter, what do you say we get out of here?" I winked at him.

Taking me by the hand he led me out the door. I told one of my friends I was leaving as I passed them on the way out.

Peter walked me to a very large motorcycle, handing me a helmet he looked to keep strapped to the back of the bike. "Safety first, babe."

Putting the helmet on I climbed on the back of the bike behind him.

Peter kick started the bike, and we were off. He zipped down the streets and I held on to him with my thighs, my arms wrapped around his torso. Each time he leaned in to make a turn I gripped tighter with my thighs. Each time I did he grabbed my hands and gave them a squeeze.

It took us about twenty minutes to make it to his place. He lived in an apartment building in the older side of town. One of the handsome buildings with lots of character and lots of architectural details.

Stopping the bike and dismounting he helped me to my feet.

"The address is 1585 Lexington Avenue, if you want to send it to your friends," he said.

That was a nice touch actually. I texted a couple of my friends the address though I wasn't actually worried. I knew how to handle myself.

After I finished with the text Peter sank his hand into my hair pulling my mouth to his. His lips crushed against mine in an almost punishing kiss. His tongue breached my lips with little effort. This guy was good. He kissed me long minutes before pulling back and nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth.

"I didn't actually catch your name, darlin'"

"How about you call me Wendy?"

"Oh, darlin' you've made my day."

Peter led me inside and up two flights of stairs before we reached his apartment. He keyed open the door and pulled me inside. As soon as I was through the door, and it had closed he spun me around pressing me against it. He kissed me again. This time it was less punishing and more sensual. He cupped my jaw then ran his hand down to my throat, giving me a slight squeeze. My eyes flashed.

"Wendy has a dark side, does she? Maybe you should call me Hook." He leaned in brushing his nose against the shell of my ear. "Does Wendy like to play?"

Placing my hands on his hips to bring them closer I replied, "I'm here, aren't I?'

Turning me but not letting me out of his embrace he maneuvered me towards his bedroom. Turning on a small lamp beside his bed he then turned to look at me.

"Is there anything I need to know?"

"Are you asking me about childhood trauma?" I giggled.

"Sassy girl, I'm asking if there is anything you don't like. Is there anything I need to avoid?"

"How about you start, and I'll let you know if you do something I don't like."

"You do not have to tell me twice," he winked like I had earlier.

Peter pulled his shirt off in that one handed move men were so good at. He was a glorious site. It was easy to tell the gym was his friend. He had nice defined pecks and a killer six pack. His biceps bulged and he threw his shirt to the floor. I let my eyes travel down to his waistband. He had those sexy little notches just above his pants. I closed my eyes and hummed in appreciation.

"No ma'am don't close your eyes. Keep them on me."

Peter stepped forward and pulled at the hem of my skimpy top. I wore tiny little black bra underneath. Peter hissed in appreciation as he looked at me.

"You are gorgeous, Wendy."

I smiled at him happily. I wasn't a stranger to the gym either. It was one of the few ways I'd found to de-stress during school.

Peter slipped his hand around my waist until he found the zipper to my skirt. He waited a breath then pulled the zipper down letting my skirt fall to the floor. I wore a matching black thong.

"Oh Wendy, is this for me?" He asked playfully.

"It appears so. Little did I know," I replied back.

Peter stepped forward reaching around to unhook my bra. It fell to the floor. His hands skated down my sides to my abdomen. Teasing his fingers around the band of my panties he finally looped his fingers in and pulled them off.

Standing there naked in the soft light, I placed my hands on his sculpted chest, letting them slide down to the waistband of his jeans. Unbuckling his belt, I also unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down agonizingly slow. I could feel the outline of his cock through his underwear. Finally, I pushed his jeans down his legs.

Peter's cock was straining against the cloth of his boxers. I could see the tip rising just above the band. Oh god this would going to be good. I stepped forward and palmed him through the fabric. Peter grabbed me by the back of my head pulling me to his lips. "Don't play little girl,"

Giggling I turned to escape his grasp and climbed onto the bed. I crooked my finger wagging it, motioning for him to join me. He discarded the boxers as he climbed onto the bed stretching out beside me.

Peter reached out almost reverently to caress my breasts. My head fell back in pleasure. I'd always like for my breasts to be touched. Then he took my breast into his mouth teasing and taunting with his tongue. He made little bites to my nipple making it grow hard as my desire flared.

I reached down to slide one finger along the impossible length of him. His cock strained at my touch. He felt like velvet covered steel. The head tight with need a small drop of wetness began to seep out.

Grabbing his cock with my hand I began slowly moving it up and down. His hips began rocking in motion with my movements. I continued a few more minutes before stopping. When I did, he pushed me back, settling his head between my thighs. He hummed against my skin before touching me with his tongue. My hips jolted off the bed. No fumbling around trying to find his goal, this man knew what he was after. He lathed my clit with his broad tongue. Slowly he inserted a finger pumping in and out. He sucked at my clit and twirled his tongue around in a very practiced way.

I buried my hands in his hair pulling his face closer practically riding his face. With each swirl of his tongue and pump of his finger I ground my sex harder into his face. I was getting close. So close.

Peter began his work in earnest, setting up a constant rhythm with his tongue. It was perfect. In another minute I pulled face to me one more time and came apart. Wetness gushed all over his face. He leaned back on his heels licking his lips.

"That was beautiful darlin'"

He stretched out beside me again guiding my hand back to his cock. I grasped him and squeezed. He hissed with pleasure and rocked his hips. He did that a few times then reached over to his bedside table grabbing a condom. He ripped open the packed with his teeth and slowly rolled the condom over himself. Rolling on top of me he settled himself between my legs. I felt him pushing against me.

"Is this, okay?" He asked.

I grabbed him by his ass encouraging him to push inside me. He steadied himself by placing a hand on my hip and thrusting forward. God he was big. He waited a minute for me to accustom myself to his size before he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth. He lifted his hand to my jaw and kissed me on the mouth. The tease of his tongue mimicked the thrust of his cock.

Before long he began to speed up, rocking into me harder. His rhythm becoming stronger. Soon he was panting and becoming erratic with his movements. I knew it wouldn't be long before he came. My second orgasm chased behind. I reached down between us massaging his balls slightly. The were tight and ready to blow. Peter threw his head back shouting my name, "Wendy!!!" I came as my name left his lips. He pumped a few more times before withdrawing and discarding the condom.

He rolled over to me tracing over my nipples with his fingers. "Wendy, I do believe you took me to Neverland."

I smile as I nodded and kissed the tip of his nose.