The door makes a slow creak as it opens. I can hear footsteps coming into my room, slowly towards the bed. I lay as still as I can, pretending to be asleep.
The room is all dark except for the light creeping in from the open door; a soft, warm glow. I'm lying on my belly wearing only a loose t-shirt and my cotton panties, my head only just showing above the sheets. My jeans and heels are in a heap by the bed from my rush to get into bed earlier tonight. I thought no one knew I snuck up here?
I can hear the muted music downstairs, loud and fast barely covering the murmurs of conversation and bursts of laughter from the party.
Still, I can hear the footsteps approach, then stop, right at the foot of the bed. There is a faint, unfamiliar, musky smell. I hear the clinking of a belt and the rustling of what I know are jeans being pulled down. My heart skips a beat.
I can't believe this is really happening. I'm so nervous and feel completely vulnerable under the blanket. I have also never been more excited.
I can feel myself getting wet as my heart begins to race.
I feel a hand slide under the blanket near my feet and softly grab me on the back of my calf. It's an older man's grip... definitely not Jake's. With the other hand, he lifts the blanket up and over itself to reveal all of my legs and ass, leaving my head almost fully covered on the other end.
He lets go of my leg and I feel him kneel onto the bed on either side of me. He grabs me again, this time with both hands at once, right under my ass. His thumbs are pushing under both cheeks and stretching them upward. I have no idea who these hands belong to... And I love it.
I feel myself lifting my own ass up closer to him. Why am I doing this?
His hands don't leave me. He slips his thumbs under my panties and slowly stretches me open. I can feel his breath through the cotton, right against the wetness between my thighs. His face must be close.
Suddenly I feel his wet tongue press against me through the cotton, and then his lips. I let out the softest of moans, and push hard against his face so that his open mouth is almost covering both my holes. He grips my ass cheeks hard now and pulls me even higher, licking and kissing me through my soaked panties.
I am a quivering, wet mess. He can feel how bad I want him. I don't know who he is. I don't care.
All I know is I can still hear my boyfriend's laughter downstairs, no doubt chatting up some little co-ed and getting off on the attention... as usual.
