I put the phone down with a feeling of disgust. A cancelled gig meant a significant cut in my income and an evening with nothing to do. Just as I was feeling sorry for myself, Craig called.
"Hi Jake. Are you working tonight?"
"No mate. The bloody venue have just called to say they've had a fire and had to close."
"Great! Well, not exactly great from your point of view, of course, but if you're free tonight, do you fancy coming to a party? It's at the student hall of residence. Could be fun."
We met in the Student Union bar, had a couple of cheap drinks and arrived at the party around eleven. It was a warm evening, and the room was already steamy; more so because a lot of the girls weren't wearing very much. Micro skirts, tight skimpy tops, lots of navel piercings and tattoos on display. Several people were smoking - they clearly weren't worried about the smoking ban - and there was an interesting aroma in the air. It wasn't just tobacco.
Some of the girls were really going for it with the dancing. I got myself a coke, splashed a bit of vodka in it, and Craig and I watched the action for a while. There were half a dozen girls on the floor, all dancing wildly to the pounding techno that was blaring out. I guessed that some Ecstasy tablets had been taken, judging by the way they were bouncing around.
One of the girls in particular, a slim blonde in amazingly high heels that made her about six feet tall, seemed to be in a trance. She moved really well, but did look rather out of it. She was wearing a short, clingy Lycra dress, with (apparently) no bra. Her tits were small but nicely shaped under the fabric, and the nipples were pointing accusingly in my direction. She had a rather blissed-out smile, big, come-to-bed eyes and a wide, sexy mouth. I like that in a girl. It's a nice place to park a cock for safe keeping. And talking of my cock, that's something else I like in a girl, and it was beginning to point back at the blonde from inside my jeans.
Most of the other guys were standing around looking, clutching beers and ogling the girls, as is usual at these events. I noticed that Craig was in conversation with a cute Asian girl, so I decided to join the dancing. When I was a kid, my parents sent me to a performing arts school, because I was good at music. We were forced to do dance training, which initially I loathed, until I got quite good at it. A lot of my buddies used to joke that because I did dance training, I must be gay. Actually, the really great thing about it was that quite a few of the guys
were
gay, which meant the rest of us had the pick of the girls. When I was eighteen I fucked seven of the twelve girls in my class. And these were all dancers, fit, young, very flexible, and pretty wild and extrovert. I had my first two-girl experience, my first deep throat and my first anal sex, all in about six weeks at that school. It was heaven.
And it also meant that, unlike most guys, I know how to move and don't feel self-conscious on the dance floor. So I just put my drink down and slipped into the little cluster of honeys in the middle of the room. I was soon dancing with the tall blonde, making lots of eye contact, smiling and mirroring moves. Although she was clearly high on something, she seemed to be enjoying dancing with me, gyrating her sexy body to match my moves as I did with her.
We danced together for almost an hour. It seemed that she wanted to keep going indefinitely, but I was getting thirsty and in need of a rest. In a brief break in the music I gestured that we should get a drink, and she smiled and nodded distantly. I reached out, took her hand and led her off the floor and into the neighbouring kitchen, where it was quieter, cooler and where there was a range of drinks laid out. There was a large bottle of sparkling water, so I found two clean plastic cups and poured us some. Despite her apparent lack of interest, she downed the liquid about as quickly as I did, and I poured her another.
"I'm Jake, by the way. What's your name?" I half-shouted over the din of the booming dance music from next door.
"Edie." She smiled, then burst into a fit of giggling, and started swaying wildly. I put my water down, reached out and steadied her. Before I knew it, she'd collapsed against me and she had her hands on my shoulders.
She looked at me blearily. "You're nice," she said in a rather distant voice. Then she kissed me - rather a full-on kiss for someone with whom she'd got no farther than exchanging names. But I wasn't complaining; she was a very attractive girl, and she kissed well.
When eventually she broke the kiss, she smiled at me again. "Nice. Got a cigarette?"
I've never smoked, but I said "Hold on a moment," stepped back into the common room and came back thirty seconds later with two Benson and Hedges and a box of matches I'd blagged from Craig, who was getting busy with his new Chinese friend. "Shall we take these outside?" I said, handing one to her and pocketing the other for later. "It's very hot in here."
We went upstairs and out onto the roof. We weren't the first people up there. Several couples were in darkened corners, doing what couples always do in darkened corners. I could see one girl on her knees in front of a guy, in a doorway on the far side of the roof. I tried not to stare.
The music was still pounding - "uncah, uncah, uncah" - from two floors below. Edie and I leaned on the safety rail, and I lit her cigarette. It took me two attempts, as it's not a skill I've ever had to master. She blew smoke and looked out over the city for a while, the streetlights curving off in all directions.
"Pretty," she said. Then she giggled again. I had no idea what she was on, but she was definitely in a world of her own.
"Yes, you are," I ventured.
She turned and smiled. Then she blew out some more smoke and leaned in to kiss me. I ignored the taste of tobacco and focused on the feel of her lips and tongue. They felt good.
"Nice kisser," she said, when our mouths parted.
"Yes, you are," I said, and she giggled again, and then nearly collapsed. Again, my arms went around her and she clung on to me.
"You're nice." It seemed to be about the only word she could say.
"So are you," I said, kissing her softly again. As a set of chat-up lines, this was down there with "get your coat, you're pulled", but she seemed not to notice. She dropped her cigarette and kissed me again. Her mouth felt very sexy, and I loved the feel of her slim, lean body against me.
She looked at me with an expression that could best be described as 'fuzzy' and a rather vacant smile. "Can we - can we fuck, please?"
"What? Here?" Bloody Hell, that was quick!
She swayed a little, seemingly unsure. Then a rather distant smile came over her face. "My room," she said. She pulled on a cord that was around her neck, and a key appeared from inside the low neckline of her clingy dress. "Downstairs."
She leaned on me as we headed back down the stairs, pausing frequently to snog. I took the key off her, and checked the number. She had a room on a floor below the party, so I led her back down and to her door. She leaned on me as I unlocked, and we fell into the room together.
It was a typical student bedroom; quite small, furnished pretty basically, untidy, a little smelly, posters on the walls. But hey, I wasn't there to admire the décor. We fell onto the narrow bed and resumed our kissing and groping, and she seemed not to object when I pulled her skirt up around her waist and slipped my fingers inside her tiny thong panties. She was already wet, and when my finger delved into her tight little cunt and started playing with her g-spot, she made lots of approving noises.
"Mmmm, yes!" she moaned. "Oh! Eat me! Eat my pussy!"
Not so much a request as a command, I thought, so I duly moved down the bed, removed her panties and began to feast. Not the sweetest I'd ever tasted - she'd got rather sweaty as a result of the dancing, which slightly marred the flavour - but I love the taste of pussy anyway, so it was still good. It also seemed to have been a few days since she'd shaved, and her pussy lips were a little stubbly, but I ignored that and focused on spreading her open and enjoying the slippery pink. I worked my tongue around the silky surfaces, spreading a juice trail like an erotic snail, tantalising every part I could reach, tickling her tight little bum-hole and tracing her trim inner folds with my tongue, nibbling the pink flesh with my lips.
When I started slowly finger-fucking her at the same time, I got the distinct impression she was enjoying what I was doing, judging by the way her body bucked off the bed, and she grabbed my hair and ground her pussy into my face. From that position it was a bit hard to move my finger, let alone my tongue. However, I managed to press its surface onto her clitoral shaft and rubbed it back and forth. As a final trigger, I slipped another finger into her arse, slick with my saliva and her juices. She screamed - and came. I felt the throbbing in both holes and held on, lapping and rubbing away until she was begging me to stop. Only then did I unplug from her and slide up the bed for a kiss.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" was all she seemed to be able to gasp.
"Yes? What do you want?" I quipped. I'm not always a sex-god - sometimes I only make it to demi-god status - but I'd clearly performed a miracle tonight as far as she was concerned.
