Todd watched her crossing and uncrossing her legs on her stool at the end of the bar, an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. She had very pale skin and a very black dress. Her lips were also black, as was her eye shadow and her long straight hair.
A bit too Goth for my taste, thought Todd. But then again, she had a decent body with nice boobs, and he was rather horny. And he'd had a fight with his girlfriend this afternoon when she'd caught him screwing her roommate. It would be at least a day or two before he could calm her down and get her in the sack again. So, what the heck? This chick is right here, right now.
Todd slid down a couple of stools until he was next to the Goth chick. He held out his lighter. "Light?" he asked.
She leaned in and puffed. "Thanks," she mumbled, and went back to ignoring him.
"Can I buy you a glass of wine or something?" Todd asked.
"I don't drink... wine," she said. She looked him up and down. Typical jock, she thought. Big and dumb, and probably full of cum. "But I could use a glass of absinthe, if they have it." She slitted her eyes and puffed on her cigarette, not particularly caring if Todd got her a drink or not.
But Todd flagged down the bartender, and soon the glass of green liquor was on the bar in front of her. She lifted it in her black-nailed fingers and raised it to her lips. Todd watched her long red tongue slide into the glass and taste the thick, sloshing liquid. Then she poured it down her throat in one swig.
Todd admired the swell of her ample breasts beneath the thin gauzy fabric of her dress, and the shape of her calves above her black pumps. He put on his friendliest smile. "Why don't we get out of here?" he asked. "I know a nice private spot."
She seemed to consider his offer for a moment, and then made up her mind. She slid off the stool and offered her arm. Todd took it and propelled her toward the door.
"My name is Todd," he offered.
"Whatever," she said. "You can call me Raven." Todd didn't care about her name any more than she cared about his; he just wanted to get his rocks off. He led her down the cobblestone street toward the park. Beneath a street lamp, he stopped, leaned in, and put his arms around her waist. His mouth hovered over hers, his lips nearly tasting her black lipstick.
She looked up at him, her eyes piercing. Suddenly, her mouth lunged, and their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, their necks craned, and their jaws pumped. Their hands roamed over each others' backs and buttocks. There was no love, there was no affection. But there was urgency and need.
Todd's hands were then on her breasts, kneading the soft, plump mounds of flesh. His thumbs strummed across her nipples beneath the gauzy fabric. His knee was between her thighs, pressing into her sex, forcing her open. She could feel his growing erection pressing against her leg. She could smell his need.
Raven pushed him down onto a nearby park bench. He watched her face, pale in the moonlight, as she knelt between his thighs. Her eyes were glinting, sparkling. She put her hands on his crotch, and leaned in, placing her black lips near his ear.
"I want to suck you bone dry. Now," she whispered. Todd only grinned. She grabbed the top of his trousers and yanked, shredding the zipper. She pulled the fabric down to his knees, exposing his manhood, already more than half erect.