Part One --
We had been at the party for a while, and so far the night had been pretty damn boring. It was the usual college booze-fest, with stupid frat boys running around making asses of themselves. I wandered around wondering where Katie was. I was thinking of asking her if she wanted to find somewhere else to hang out.
I wandered around the huge house (whose was this, anyway?) looking for her. There was a girl puking in one of the bathrooms, and another passed out in a hallway. Yuck. Definitely time to head out of here! I decided to look outside. As I headed out the back door, into the patio area, it seemed oddly quiet. Why was no one out here? I guessed that the chill in the air had driven people inside.
I was about to give up when I heard a small noise coming from the direction of some trees off to the side of the patio. I know I should have called out, or left, but curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see who was there.
I stepped quietly through the scattered dead leaves on the ground, making my way towards the sound. It was quiet now, as if it had never happened. But, wait! There it was again. A small groaning noise. Someone was making out! I HAD to see who it was!
When I got closer, I tried to remain hidden behind one of the larger trees as I peered around. My eyes had been getting used to the dark, but it was still hard to see. As my vision grew clearer, I saw there were a girl and a guy kissing. He was tall, and solid. Sort of dumb-jock looking. But handsome, despite that. The girl was short and slim. A brunette. She was wearing a short skirt, and tank top, just like Katie had… “shit!” came my sudden realization. “This is Katie I’m spying on!”
I was about to turn and leave, too embarrassed to let her know I was there, when I heard her let out a moan. He was kissing her neck, pulling her close in to him. Then, his hand, which looked very large compared to Katie’s smaller body, left her shoulder and lazily made its way to the rise of her breast, the top of which was exposed above her push-up bra. His long finger slowly traced the curve of her breast, carefully avoiding touching the nipple area. He very slowly pulled the top of her bra and tank top down, exposing her hard round nipple.
Katie inhaled suddenly, as the chilly night air hit her sensitive nipple. He placed his hand on her exposed breast, squeezing slightly, massaging it. He then began teasing her hard round nipple between his finger and thumb. Her moans grew louder, more desperate sounding. She grabbed his head, gripping the hair on the back of his head, and forcefully pulled him into a kiss. I could see her tongue darting all around his mouth. She didn’t let go of his hair though, and eventually pulled his head back and forced it downwards, towards her desperately aching nipple.
He cupped the breast in his hand admiring it’s round soft fullness. Then he teasingly licked it, gently at first, in circles around the areola, then finally taking the whole thing into his mouth, sucking at it.
Katie was obviously pretty far-gone at this point. She was grinding herself against his rock-hard thigh, moaning.
“Oh, that feels so good!” She cried out in a muffled voice.
“Fuck me!” she begged desperately. “Please!?”
“Not yet.” Came his firm reply. “You’ll wait until I’m good and ready.”
“But I’m so wet, I can’t stand it!”
“I’ll fuck you, I promise, but how about you be a good little girl, and get on your knees and suck my cock first? And if you must, you can play with yourself while you’re doing it. But don’t come. I want you to save that for when I’m inside you.”
Katie started to get down on her knees, and the guy unzipped his pants, releasing his cock from his boxers. It was a good sized one, that much I could see. The pre-cum on the tip shone in the moonlight.
“Lick it.” He commanded.
