On any other night, Jeremy would've rued his decision to park so far from the venue but after the excellent concert he had just witnessed, a walk through the city to the out-of-sight multi-story didn't seem so bad. It was the middle of July and thus the chill in the air was more of a pleasant one than one that necessitated a jacket. He breathed deeper; contented and feeling safe. It was now very early on a Saturday morning but on the outskirts of town things were as quiet and still as he felt inside.
Jeremy took the final few drags of his cigarette as he turned a corner into yet another empty road dimly lit by streetlights and scored by the distant drone of traffic and drunken hollers. Echoing around the barren streets he heard the laughter of twenty-somethings and the distinctive sound of stumbling feet that only grew louder the closer he got to a small alleyway that cut the block in two.
A glance down it showed him a couple, man and woman, standing close. His hands lay on her hips and his head was thrown back in laughter; a long, singular note of what appeared to be disbelief, it's only retort the childish stamping of her feet and some wordless whimper. Jeremy smiled to himself, shaking his head. Drunk lovers: a tale as old as time.
"Excuse me?" A voice came bouncing off the bricks to his ears. "Have you got a lighter?" He turned to find the girl making her way into the light of the streetlamp that he stood under. It did nothing to mask her precarious footing but it did allow Jeremy to peruse her finer features. She was petite, slim but her features were strong and proud. Behind her dazed eyelids he saw green meadows that clashed rather expertly with dyed scarlet hair; some display of rebellion that was backed up by her tight-fitting outfit. She wore a black tanktop emblazoned with the cheeky grin of a skull and black mini-skirt to match.
"Sure," Jay smiled, handing it over and watching her light up. She was pretty, he had no qualms about admitting that, but there was something in her confidence that kept him attentive to the way that she moved. She was at least fifteen years younger than him but had more conviction in her stature than most women his age. There was silence for a moment whilst she inhaled, looking him up and down. She flipped his lighter between her fingers, blowing the smoke into the dusk air. Then finally, she spoke again.
"Weird question." She looked back at her boyfriend for a moment, exchanging looks that Jeremy couldn't decipher, not least because his face was obscured by the dark. "Are you... pretty big?" Jeremy looked her over, trying to understand what on Earth that could possibly mean. Was it some kind of prank, or just drunk nonsense? She was tipsy, to be sure, but not too far gone to realise he stood nearly a foot taller than her. When he struggled to answer, she persisted. "Do you have a big dick?"
As lost as he was before, this did nothing for him. The girl wasn't shy, that much was obvious and her constant eye contact with Jay told him that she was being totally straight. Somewhere in the stillness of the moment she had begun to smile but it was a smirk that played across her face so slowly he hadn't even seen the transition. He realised his mouth was agape and tried to centre himself by cautiously but playfully responding.
"I've never had any complaints." He shrugged and this time he saw it; her smile grew somehow wider.
"We're trying to settle a bet." A voice came from further down the street; her assumed boyfriend who was standing with his hands in his pockets and his legs far apart. "How deep can she go."
Jeremy would've been all but convinced it was still a prank if not for the fact she was suddenly upon him. In one quick stride she had closed the distance between them and in her free hand she now held the scruff of his jeans; pulling at the top button eagerly. She hadn't broken eye contact and without missing a beat took another drag on her smoke as her fingers slipped underneath the elastic of his boxers, brushing his skin on their way downwards.
Her skin was softer than he could've anticipated but she had all the expertise he could've hoped for as her gentle, ivory digits snaked a grip around his member. He involuntarily let out a soft sigh and like a game of question and answer she responded with an approving hum. He couldn't help but check to see if the road they were standing in was still as quiet as it had been two minutes previous but he got the feeling that wasn't this girl's most pressing concern.
As her fingers explored down to his tip and back up again, he felt himself began to stiffen which filled out the crotch of his jeans handily. She watched him through squinted eyes, measuring him via the length of her slow, steady strokes. "You'll do perfectly." She concluded, taking one final inhale of smoke before handing it to him and sinking to her knees.