I met him at a party, one I shouldn't have even been at in the first place. My friend talked me into going there, and I knew exactly what it would be like: a lot of cheap beer, a lot of cheap liquor, and a lot of loud, bad music. It turned out to be nothing but what I'd expected. For the first hour I wandered around, talking to some people, excepting drinks when they came into my hand. After three or four beers I was beginning to enjoy myself a little more.
I wandered into the kitchen, and that's when I first saw him. At first I was a little taken aback- he plays for my college's basketball team, and I have been a die hard fan of the team since I was a little girl. A bonus of getting excepted to the school was that I would get to go to all the basketball teams. I had seen him from afar, and always admired him as a basketball player and, like all the other girls, thought he was damn hot.
But in the kitchen he was even more so, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, and when he saw me he raised his eyebrows and smiled. I had told myself no more beers, but when he offered me one I couldn't say no. We talked for a while, laughing a lot. He kept finding some way to touch me, and I was getting hotter and hotter as we kept talking.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear,
"My buddy lives here. There's a spare room upstairs. I just want to show it to you, I promise..." he said, putting his hands on my hips.
I was intoxicated by the whole aura of him, the way he smelled, his confidence, that look in his eye. His arms were muscular and really toned, but not overtly so, and he wasn't trying to show it off. When he leaned forward and kissed my cheek and whispered "Please," in my ear, I was sold.
Five minutes later I found myself upstairs, asking babbling questions about the basketball team and the last game they had played. He looked me in the eye for each response, and continued to touch me occasionally, on my hand or arm or side, and all my self-resolve was going down the drain.
Suddenly he pulled me on his lap facing him, in one quick movement.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but I can't wait anymore, so I hope you don't mind me doing this."
He covered my mouth with his and kissed me hard and passionately. His kiss turned me on so much, the heat in my pussy flared and I groaned into his mouth. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him back, grinding into him. His hands started moving up under my tank top, and he pushed me back, breaking our kiss, and practically tore the tank top off of me. I could feel him getting harder and harder under me, and I rubbed my pussy against his boner as his hands groped my tits.
My nipples were hard and sensitive, and when he rubbed his thumb over them through my bra I practically came right then. He reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor.
"Fuck yeah," he muttered under his breath when he saw my tits, and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasped and felt a flush rising up me, as he sucked and tongued my nipples, biting them gently. My pussy was on fire and begging for attention, my panties getting damper and damper as he ravaged my body.
"I'm so wet," I moaned out loud, my head thrown back.
He stopped sucking my nipples and looked at me for a minute, staring into my eyes. Then he grabbed my ass and flipped me around, throwing me onto the bed on my back. He stood up and pulled his shirt off, and I saw that his being toned and muscular extended to his chest and stomach too. The look of lust in his eye was unmistakable.
