As chat up lines went, it wasn't the most original that Emma had ever heard, not that she really minded. She wasn't looking for originality, she was looking for a good time and she had already got a free drink out of it at the very least. His name was Mark, or so he said. Emma was prepared to suspend her scepticism until she had a reason to believe otherwise. He was about 6'2"and powerfully built. He had short, lightish brown hair and intense brown eyes. All in all he seemed like a reasonably good prospect for what Emma had in mind. Best of all, he had a friend, Iain, who was almost as good a catch as he was. Both of them were clearly interested. Emma smiled as she slipped demurely on her drink. She knew that if she played her cards right she'd get what she was looking for from at least one of her admirers that night. While she had a slight preference for Mark, given the chance, she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to get to know either of them a bit better, even if it was just for one night.
There had never been any doubt in Emma's mind as to what her intentions were for that evening. From the moment she'd got back to her room and started unpacking her bags, she'd been making her plans for this evening. The Christmas vacation, which she had spent with her parents had, with the exception of a brief but satisfying fling on New Year's Eve, been four long weeks of frustration. Now that she was back on campus and free from the suffocating presence of her family, Emma fully intended to let a lot more than just her hair down. Not for the first time, Emma was glad that she'd managed to secure one of the few single rooms that the university made available to undergraduates.
Her preparations had been meticulous. After returning from her evening meal at the canteen, Emma had enjoyed a long, relaxing shower. She had made lavish use of the scented shower crème that her sister had given her as a Christmas present. The crème's subtle fragrance was long lasting and its rich, foamy lather had felt good as she'd massaged it into her skin. Her body still tingled as she walked, wrapped in her favourite silk dressing-gown, along the corridor from the showers back to her room.
Emma selected her outfit with painstaking care, choosing clothes that would display her her shapely body to good effect. At a little over 5'2", Emma wasn't tall but she was generously curved. Her legs were tanned and slender, rising from delicate ankles up to her firmly rounded 34" hips which tapered, almost immediately into a narrow waist. Her breasts were a firm and full 34D and Emma customarily wore tops that, while concealing them from view, still managed to display them to full effect. 'Might as well flaunt 'em if you've got 'em' as her equally well endowed older sister so often said. Her rich, auburn hair flowed down her back past her shoulder blades. Her piercing, ice-blue eyes shone out from behind long, dark lashes. Being small, Emma had learned from an early age to stand up for herself, she exuded an air of assertive self confidence that even without her stunning good looks and her attractive figure would have been enough to get her noticed.
Her choice of clothes for that evening was simple but effective. Her underwear comprised of a matching lacy, black bra and string knickers. Her tight, black leather trousers encased her legs and subtly emphasised her firm, shapely bum. On top she wore a black, low cut, short sleeved top that clung tightly to her breasts and left her midriff bare. It would be cold outside in the January night but it would be warm on the dance floor. Emma's long, fleecy coat would keep her warm on the short walk from her room to the Student Union building. Putting her thick, long hair into a French plait and applying a minimum of makeup, Emma stepped into her medium heeled shoes, checked that she had her purse in her bag and was ready to go.
The Student Union was busier than Emma had expected. Loud music blared from the dance floor as she made her way to the bar. Ordering her drink, Emma spotted some friends at a table in the corner. One of the group, Louise, waved to her and she made her way over to join them.
Sitting down with her friends, Emma quickly joined in the conversation. The group chatted about what they'd got up to during the vacation, who had got off with whom at New Year, the resolutions they'd made and whether or not anyone had actually managed to keep them and speculated as to how they'd done in their end of term exams. Emma enjoyed being back in the company of her friends. It was about an hour later, after she'd finished her third drink that she made her way to the dance floor with Louise.
It was Louise who first noticed the stares Emma was attracting from the men in the room as they danced. "You little flirt," teased Louise, leaning forward and shouting into Emma's ear in an attempt to be heard over the music. Emma shrugged and smiled innocently. Louise laughed.
It was when she was at the bar waiting to be served that Mark made his move. Louise had rejoined the group at the table. Emma had noticed the two men watching her closely for the last half hour as she'd danced with her friend. One of men, Mark, was now buying her a drink. She studied him closely as he waited to be served. While he might not have been aware of the fact, as far as Emma was concerned, he'd already pulled. When Mark introduced her to his friend, Iain, Emma already knew that she was going to be leaving with one of them.
Emma danced with them both, accepting drinks from either of them, whenever they offered. She danced as she always did, her body swaying sensuously in time with the music. Her movements, expressing her inner self confidence, announced her intentions more plainly than any words could. Without removing a single item of clothing, the effect that her dancing had had on Mark and Iain was as strong as if she had performed a private striptease entirely for their benefit. As she danced, Emma would casually brush her body against Mark and Iain, smiling to herself as she noticed their growing erections. It was clear that they both wanted her. What became increasingly clear, to Emma at least, as the evening progressed, was that she wanted both of them too.
After about three quarters of an hour, Emma excused herself briefly. Returning from the toilet, she passed the cigarette machine and paused and reached into her bag for her purse. "What the hell?" she said out loud as she started feeding coins into the slot, "Resolutions are made to be broken." She pressed the button. There was a mechanical thump as the machine dispensed the packet into the tray below. Reaching out, Emma removed the packet from the dispensing tray and unwrapped it. It was only when she raised the cigarette to her lips that she remembered she had nothing to light it with. "Damn!!" she muttered to herself, angry at such a basic oversight.
"Need a light?" came a voice. Emma looked up. It was Mark.
"Thanks," she said brightly as her held the lighter towards her. Emma almost choked as she inhaled deeply. "Oops," she said with a small smile, "Out of practice," She looked up. Mark was still leaning towards her. She moved towards him, smiling, her face upturned. Suddenly, his lips were on hers, his tongue probing inside her mouth. Emma felt a thrill of excitement tingle up her spine as she felt Mark's hand slide down her back.
They broke away from each other. Emma took another long draw on her cigarette. Mark smiled down at her. "This way," he said, a note of urgency in his voice as he took her hand and led her down the corridor. They came to a fire exit. Mark reached forward and pressed the bar. "It's OK," he said reassuringly, "this one isn't alarmed." Emma followed him quickly into the deserted fire escape hall. The door swung closed behind them and Emma found herself gathered into Mark's embrace. Their lips pressed firmly together as their hands roamed all over each others' bodies.
Mark's hand slid easily up the front of Emma's tight top. She felt her nipple stiffen as he squeezed it through the material of her bra. She sucked on his tongue as it explored her mouth, her fingers deftly unzipping his jeans and reaching inside to release his straining erection. She felt a familiar warm tingling feeling as Mark's hands cupped and caressed her breasts. She moaned softly as he teased her nipples. Her fingers began to stroke back and forth along the length of his shaft.
Finally, Emma could restrain herself no more. She broke away from Mark's embrace and pushed him firmly against the wall before dropping to her knees in front of him. His cock was thick, heavily veined and about eight inches long. It twitched in front of her face as she ran her fingers along its length.
Emma leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of Mark's knob. He sighed and Emma swirled her tongue around the head, pausing occasionally to lick it with lapping strokes of her tongue. Mark groaned appreciatively as Emma kissed and licked every inch of his shaft. "Oh fuck!" he moaned as she gave his balls a gentle squeeze. With her saliva lubricating the surface of his thick rod, Emma's fingers slid easily along its length. She returned her attention to the head, flicking her tongue rapidly over the slit, savouring the salty taste as the first drops of pre-cum began to leak out.
Emma paused briefly before parting her lips and taking Mark's cock into her mouth. "Ooooohhh!" he gasped, entwining his fingers in Emma's hair as he felt her warm mouth engulf his shaft. He began to thrust, rocking his hips back and forth as Emma's lips slid up and down the length of his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head as she sucked. Her fingers stroked the base of his shaft.
