Mandy made up her mind. She was going to get drunk.
It was a little after 9 PM on a Thursday, college night at the local bars, and with a long week of school ending early thanks to good scheduling and no Friday classes, she was ready to let a bottle take the stress right out of her. Maybe even get her boyfriend take the stress out of her later, but for now, the bottle would do. Mandy opened a bottle of whiskey and gave herself a generous pour, following it quickly with coke and a hit from a plastic lime bottle she kept in the fridge. She took a big sip and sighed.
Her phone lit up, a text message from Matt "Sounds like Tiny Dancer tonight -- are we good with that?"
Tiny Dancer was the local piano bar. Well drinks on college night were only $3, and the music was usually pretty good, so it met their needs. She said she'd be happy to go and flung herself on the couch to take another long drag from her drink. Matt. Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt. She loved the guy, at least as much as you love anyone at 21, but there was something off about their relationship that she couldn't quite put into words.
Take last weekend, a lot of her friends had been back home with their families, so Matt and Mandy took an opportunity for a date night. It ended up being one of the best dates she could remember. He took her to dinner at a new restaurant downtown, where she ordered fresh seafood as an entrée and picked off his plate while they laughed about all the bullshit you run into your final year in college.
They held hands and finished their wine while they waited for dessert. Walked through a city park that recently hired an artist to turn a grove of trees into a brilliant light display. They kissed under an arch of lights, his left hand holding her right, as his right hand rode gently along the curve of her hip.
Matt looked at her after that kiss like he'd never want to look at anything ever again. It was magic.
They walked down the street from the park and ducked into one of their favorite college bars, but on this Saturday night there was a $15 cover and a live band. They went for it, discovering a blend of bluegrass and rock and roll that had them both bopping along and falling over as they danced, embraced, kissed, and laughed.
They went back to Matt's apartment, thankfully empty of any roommates this weekend. They were both a little buzzed, but a long way from drunk. That didn't stop him from kissing her deeply as they walked through the door. This time there was no gentle caress of the hip, his right hand landed on her thigh and explored up her dress landing on her butt. His left hand cupped her face, drawing her into him as he kissed her wildly. He tasted like gin and limes.
Mandy was kissing him back her hands moving wildly around his body, his back, his hips, finally coming around and starting on the buttons of his shirt. She made quick work of them and ran her hands along his body, his chest, his sides.
Matt had worked them back into his bedroom and he stopped to shed his shirt and belt as they stumbled across the threshold. Mandy kicked off her shoes as he leaned back down for another kiss, sending his tongue gliding along her lips, begging for entrance. She answered with her own tongue and ran her fingers through her hair as she pulled him closer to her.
His hands were on her legs again, venturing up her dress then back down again, sending shivers through Mandy's body. He found the edges of the material and then broke his kiss, pulling upward in one motion but getting stuck as the dress tried to clear her head, leaving Mandy mummified in the flowered fabric. They both broke out laughing as Mandy detangled herself from the cotton. Matt threw his shoes to the side of the room and took two steps toward Mandy. She stood on her toes, expecting another kiss, but he grabbed her by the hip, spinning her around and running his hands along her belly, up her body, landing on the lacy bra covering her breasts. He buried his face in her neck, kissing, nibbling and kissing again. She could feel the hair stand up on her arms and legs as she let out a soft moan.
His fingers traced the flower patterns along the sides of her breasts, following their stems to her erect nipples, which he flicked lightly causing her to jump and laugh again. His hands settled there, palms rubbing across her nipples, fingers squeezing, as her laughs became soft moans. His lips continued to work along her neck, her jawline, her earlobe as his hands worked. She reached up with her left hand and let her fingers work through his hair, while she pulled her panties down with her right, they fell to her feet where she kicked them aside.
Matt's hands were underneath the bra now, working her breasts in time with her quickening breath. She could feel the tip of his penis through his pants as she worked her butt against him. She leaned forward and quickly unstrapped her bra, letting it fall on the floor, forgotten. She leaned back again and turned her head upward so she could kiss him, his tongue finding hers among her moans.
Matt's hands were back on her breasts, she shuddered as her nipples pressed into the palms of his hands again. Now his right hand was trailing downward again, over her belly and along the smoothness below her waist. "Thank god I shaved," she thought to herself as his fingers traced along the blank canvas of her pelvis.
His hands continued down, finding her clit and giving it a gentle press, which she responded to with a shudder and a moan. He was fully erect now, she could feel his length running along her butt, pressing between her cheeks. She turned around and deftly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off along with his underwear. She took him in her hand and began rubbing. It was his turn to jump and moan.
Matt spun Mandy back around and resumed working his fingers downward. He spent a few moments working her clit before he allowed his middle finger to slip down and curl inside of her. "Oh, Matt," Mandy moaned. His lips were on her neck as he pulsed in and out of her, his left hand still working her breast as Mandy's hand worked up and down his shaft.
She was soaking wet now, and unwilling to wait any longer. She turned slightly so she was facing the bed and put a hand down on the mattress. The other hand, which hadn't left Matt's penis, guided her under her butt and between her now slightly spread legs. She felt his head at her entrance and pushed back with her hips, hearing his moan as he entered her fully. She moaned too and bent over, giving him a perfect angle inside her. His hands were on her hips now as he began thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her moans found rhythm with his motion as she place both hands on the bed and felt him find his way into all the places she loved.
She couldn't be sure how long they continued that way, perfectly synced to the other's movements, but Mandy loved every second. She could feel Matt start twitching in his thrusts, and knew it would be long before he was finished. She wasn't quite there yet, but that was ok, she took a hand from the bed and found her clit. Rubbing in small circles until she was screaming. Mandy felt a warm jet enter then spread inside of her, as Matt's thrusts slowed and they collapsed together onto the floor. His fingers running small circles along her breasts.
The cleaned up and crawled into bed. They quickly tangled their legs and snuggled in for the night. Mandy kissed Matt softly, and said, "thank you, that was incredible."
"Yeah, it was," Matt replied. There was something there though that Mandy hadn't noticed at the time -- maybe a hint of disappointment?
She sat upright. She knew what it was. That nagging sensation she had with him. He wanted something, and he was holding back. Mandy already planned to get drunk. Maybe she could unlock whatever it was Matt needed from her too.
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Matt was already at the bar with Cindy and Brian when the Uber dropped her off at Tiny Dancer. The pianos were blasting an interesting rendition of "Cotton-Eyed Joe," which meant they'd been at it long enough to get into some of the wilder requests.
