Just for Tonight

He watched her from across the crowded dance floor, her body gyrating to the seductive R&B track currently blasting throughout the frat house. Her body, though petite, was curvy enough to make a man stop for a second look. Her thighs were thick, which led to a pert, perfectly rounded ass that he wanted to grab onto and never let go of. Her breasts, which seemed to be about a B-cup, were perky and made him want to greet them face to face. All of this was covered in smooth, mahogany skin; which contrasted beautifully with the white sundress she was currently wearing.

The throbbing bass seemed to flow through his body, urging him to move as the beat and alcohol took control. Keeping his eyes locked on his target, he made his way through the undulating crowd, side-stepping a drunk girl who tried to hug up on him. As he got closer, he thought about the best way to approach her.

Kaelynn twisted her hips sensually; her eyes closed and hands trailing up her body into her thick, curly mane of hair as the singer crooned about making love throughout the night. Her body felt hot; partially from the alcohol she had consumed at home and while at the party. The other cause of her condition was simply because she was horny as hell. Unfortunately her boyfriend was MIA once again, but for some reason Kaelynn couldn't seem to make herself stop dancing long enough to search for him to get his assistance.

That was the only reason to come to these parties anyway; to dance and to be with her friends. She could care less about the social politics people still seemed to care about, though they were all in college and not high school. But Kaelynn, well, she danced to the beat of her own drum. Right now, it was telling her to keep moving her body to the rhythm and she listened.

He came to her from behind, slipping his hands around her waist to rest them on her hips, pulling her back into his front. Without missing a beat, he joined in on her sensual movements; her thick ass pressed right into his groin as the two dipped and grinded to the beat. The strobe lights flashed around them; making every movement surreal as if life was a flip book animation.

Kaelynn instantly knew who it was. He had been watching her all night; even before they all arrived to the college party of the year. This was partially the reason she had drank so much in the first place. She could never take those cornflower blue eyes staring at her for too long before the all too familiar feeling of guilt set in. Lochlan. Her best friend. Her Loch.

She leaned back further into his hold, resting her head against one of his broad shoulders as she placed her hands over his, slowing the pace and winding her hips in circular motions; making sure her ass thoroughly rubbed against the burgeoning erection she could feel pressing against her through his jeans. She figured there was no harm in dancing; it's not like they hadn't danced together before.

Lochlan groaned out from under his breath as he felt her ass rubbing him just right; his hands clutched tighter around Kaelynn's hips as he pushed harder against her. Her breath caressed his damp skin as she turned her face into his neck as they continued to grind; his erection coming in full force, straining against his jeans. He bit his bottom lip, looking down from over her shoulder to gaze at the top of her breasts, which were displayed to their best advantage by the tight bodice of her sundress.

He moved one of his hands down slowly as they continued to dance, her hand still atop his, and wrapped his fingers around the inside of the top of her thigh where it met her pelvis; the fabric of her dress bunching up to allow his hand entrance. In effect, this placed the back of her hand right against her underwear covered pussy. Keeping a firm hold of her hip with his other hand he guided their hips back and forth, making sure he stayed in contact with her body as her pussy ground against their hands with their movements.

From the outside perspective, it completely looked like they were fucking on the dance floor and in a way they were, but no one cared to notice in their drunken haze and so no one was able to tell. They moved as one, their bodies in sync as Lochlan guided their movements.

Kaelynn's body was on fire. She was now completely panting as they continued their dance. The song had long since changed, but neither noticed. She could feel her body ready to fly into a million pieces of pleasure as each roll of their bodies grinded her hand against her now soaked underwear. She vaguely heard Lochlan groan out something before suddenly the full lights turned on and somebody screamed "Cops!"

All hell broke loose and Kaelynn jerked herself upright, breaking contact with Lochlan as everyone made a run for the door. Feeling dazed, she turned to see Lochlan, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath; running both hands through his honey brown hair. In her stupor, she couldn't help but to admire how perfectly he filled out just a simple hunter green t-shirt, a dark pair of jeans and some black boots.

Her admiration was cut short when he suddenly opened his eyes, surveyed the chaos around them and then grabbed onto her hand. "C'mon, let's go." He pulled her behind him as he made short work of cutting through the drunken and panicked crowd, heading towards a door off to the side of the living room turned dance floor instead of the front door.

"Where we goin?" Kaelynn muttered out, still tipsy from the jungle juice she had earlier and the hot dance they had just shared. She was sure she would regret everything in the morning, but for now, she was just living in the moment.

"There's a side entrance. I have a friend who belongs to the frat so I know my way around." he explained as he opened the door, reaching and grabbing his cell phone from his back pocket so he could use the flashlight. Carefully guiding her down a few steps, they walked past a bunch of crap thrown in the entry way before exiting through the side door.

Lochlan shook his head as he took in the scene outside. Typical Thursday night shit. Drunk girls crying and falling all over the place. Guys shouting and arguing. Blah blah blah. He was sick of it. He only continued to go because he knew he had to keep an eye on Kaelynn. It looked like the cops call had been a fake one, since he didn't see any flashing lights.

The false call came just in time. For a moment there, he had lost control. For a moment there, he was very close to crossing that line that he'd been toeing for the past couple of weeks now. He had to get himself together before he initiated something they both would regret when sober. Looking down at his phone to shut off the flashlight, he noticed two new text messages. He ignored one of them and opened the other.

-Got rid home. Brng her wit u-

Lochlan sighed. Feeling the familiar feeling of annoyance creeping in and ruining his chill, Lochlan turned to Kaelynn, who looked a bit unsteady on her feet. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and turning in the direction of his place, began half carrying half walking her.

Kaelynn giggled. She wasn't that drunk but she was drunk enough that she didn't feel that awkward feeling come over her that she got anytime she and Lochlan touched these days. She had missed his warmth and comforting smell. Sighing in happiness, she leaned against him even further, knowing he'd be able to carry her completely if he wanted to.

Lochlan chuckled quietly, knowing full well what she was up to, but allowed it. "Hey, so, Tyrell texted and asked me to bring you home with me tonight. He's already there."

At his words, Kaelynn's smile turned into a frown and she sighed. She was starting to wonder why she had started to date Tyrell in the first place. Oh that's right, it was to get back at Lochlan, remember? She silently berated herself. Sure, she found Tyrell attractive; he was one of the better looking brothers on campus. But he just didn't do it for her. Not the way a certain somebody did.

Sure, she and Tyrell fooled around, but she had only allowed him to finger her a few times before she made him stop so he wouldn't think they were going further. She knew it was unfair, but she couldn't help wishing it was someone else there, stroking her to sweet release. Not just with his fingers either.

She sighed out loud again, this time with longing as she stealthily stole quick glances at Loch's profile. He was so beautiful to her. His disheveled, light brown thick shoulder-length hair was pushed back from his face while he looked ahead, guiding them through the dissipating crowd of partiers.

He very much reminded her of that actor, Taylor Kitsch, but better. His body was to die for. It was muscular, not too bulky, but was big enough to make her feel dainty, which, of course, she kinda was, but still, she found it so sexy. Not to mention that sexy southern twang he had threading through his deep, husky voice; making everything he said sound relaxing and seductive at the same time. Mmmm.

She must have moaned out loud without realizing it because he suddenly turned his face towards her, one side of his plump, pink lips lifted in a smirk. "You're really feeling that jungle juice, hm Lenny?" he asked, bumping his hip with hers lightly as they continued to walk along. Well more like his hip bumped into her side.

"Hm? Oh, yeah ya know how it is. Hahaha" she chuckled out nervously, thankful he hadn't caught her devouring him with her eyes. She also felt a rush of happiness as his words registered. It had been so long since he'd called her by her nickname.

He laughed out loud at her stuttering, which reminded him of when they had first met freshman year. Damn, had it already been two and a half years already? He shook his head in disbelief, getting lost in his memories. Time really did fly when you were having fun. And most of the fun times had been with Kaelynn.

Lochlan was cut off from his thoughts from the sight of apartment buildings up ahead. Finally, they had made it to his apartment complex. Climbing the stairs after entering the building, Lochlan made sure to keep his arm around Kaelynn; in part to make sure she didn't trip, but also because he wanted her in his arms for as long as possible.

He knew he was only torturing himself. Soon enough she'd be in his roommate's arms and bed and he'd have to turn on some music to distract himself so he wouldn't think about what they were doing and hoping not to hear any sounds. Lochlan grit his teeth together at the thought, his hand clutching Kaelynn tighter to him involuntarily.

She squeaked out in surprise and he apologized instantly, loosening his grip as they finally reached the apartment's door. Letting them inside, he looked around, expecting to see Tyrell waiting for them on the couch. Instead, all he saw was an empty living room with the TV still turned on. Lochlan sighed. Apparently Tyrell had decided to go to bed without waiting for them to return.

Walking into the room and turning off the set, he turned back to Kaelynn, who was unbuckling her high heeled sandals. She had bent forward, making her breast strain against the top of her dress. Lochlan hissed out a breath and turned away, running a hand down his face. It had been a long, trying night. He had better get to bed and get Kaelynn to Tyrell.

"Hey, Loch." At her sweet voice, he turned back to find her standing behind him, pulling her wild curls into a messy bun on top of her head; a few tendrils falling back down right away. He fucking loved when she did that. Trying to keep focus, he tuned back in to what she was saying.

"I want to take a shower, but I want to drink some coffee to get my head on straight. Why don't you hop in first and then I'll take one." She smiled up at him, looking so damned adorable.

Lochlan couldn't resist and pulled her in for a hug, wrapping her in tight as if he could say what he felt through the embrace.

"Sure, Lenny. I'll leave out a towel for you as well." He said as he hugged her to him, his face buried into the side of her neck to breathe in her sweet smell.

Kaelynn smiled, her chin resting on his shoulder. She loved when they hugged like this, though it had been a while. Lochlan would always bend down and sort of fold himself over her, if that made any sense. She knew it probably wasn't that comfortable for him, but figured he wouldn't do it if he didn't like it. She decided to push her luck a little further.

"Oh yeah. Could I borrow a sleep shirt as well? I'm sure Tyrell didn't do his laundry yet." She asked innocently into his ear, knowing full well Tyrell did his laundry two days ago. She had accompanied him to the laundry room so he wouldn't accidently bleach his colors.

"Yeah sure, no problem. I'll leave it on the bathroom counter with your towel." Lochlan replied, finally pulling back out of the hug as he smiled down at her warmly, his cornflower blue eyes a soft hue as his gaze locked with her doe-like, deep brown eyes.

Kaelynn smiled back, giddy inside that she'd finally be able to wear one of his shirts again. She felt like a deceiving hussy but couldn't help getting all she could out of this interaction before they went back to being distant, with her avoiding and him being moody and silent.

Making her way to the kitchen after thanking Lochlan and saying goodnight, Kaelynn grabbed a mug from the cupboard and opened a few others, searching for some instant coffee. Instead she found a bottle of vodka and some Kahlua. She remembered drinking some Kahlua before; it had made her sleepy. She didn't think it would have that effect now though and skipped over it.

Not finding any coffee, she settled on a piece of toast with some water. By the time she finished the toast and water, she heard Lochlan finish his shower. Getting up from the stool she was sitting on in the kitchen, she peeked down the hall the see Lochlan leave the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist; water droplets from his hair dripping down onto his sinewy chest as he walked across the hall and into his bedroom.

Kaelynn gaped for a moment, her eyes planted on his closed door. The image of his lightly hairy chest and rippling muscles covered in golden tan skin burned into her retinas for life. Shaking herself out of it after a minute, she quickly hurried down the hall and into the bathroom, trying, but failing not to think of Loch's naked body being in the same space just moments before.

She took her time showering, bringing herself to release, but still did not feel satisfied. She sighed in frustration, stepping out of the shower after rinsing off once more. Maybe she'd wake up Tyrell for a little mutual oral pleasure so she could finally douse this heat within her. Nah, on second thought, once he went to sleep he was out like the dead.

Brushing her teeth with a spare she found in the medicine cabinet, she stared into her deep brown eyes in the mirror, trying to convince herself that what she was thinking of doing wasn't right. Too many people would get hurt. Friendships would be over. And for what? One night of complete and total bliss? She scoffed out loud, sending a bit of toothpaste onto the mirror surface, which she promptly wiped away. There was no such thing.

***

The room was dark as she slowly opened the door, waiting for her eyes to adjust until she could make out the miscellaneous shapes in the room. A snowboard leaning against the wall, a dresser, a desk with stuff on it, shoes and other things on the floor, a trunk at the foot of the bed. The bed. The bed where a figure lay, not moving, but breathing softly.

She slowly entered, breathing in the comforting smell that permeated the room as she shut the door behind her and leaned against it. Gathering her courage, she slowly made her way across the floor; being careful not to trip until she was next to the bed, standing next to his prone form. The window directly across from the bed let in some light from a street lamp, which illuminated him enough so that she could see a bit more clearly.

He was lying on his back, his face turned away from her, one arm draped across his waist while the other was folded underneath his head. He was shirtless; his firm muscled chest rose and fell with his slow, even breaths. The blankets and sheets rested at his hips, shielding his lower half from her gaze. A pair of ear buds rested in his ears as he slept soundly.

Kaelynn shook her head, amused that he still fell asleep listening to music. She wondered if it was his usual nighttime playlist of sappy songs she remembered he always listened to. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Kaelynn pulled the sleep shirt she was wearing over her head, leaving her completely bare in the cool air of the room.

Shivering slightly in trepidation, she slowly climbed onto the bed, crawling across the sheets and blankets until she was kneeling next to his prone form. Hesitating for a second, she finally moved and put one leg over his body, so that she straddled his waist. Taking the hand that wrested on his waist in her own hands, she brought it up to her lips, kissing each of his knuckles softly before rubbing her face against his warm, rough hand.

She had always loved Lochlan's hands. They were big and capable and they completely engulfed hers whenever they held hands. His fingers were so much thicker than hers and she used to always tease him, saying that he had hobbit hands. He'd fake offense and grab her to tickle her, making her beg for mercy through her tears and laughter. He'd eventually relent after she apologized and kissed each knuckle on his hand as if he were a king.

Kaelynn shivered slightly, remembering the last time that had happened. It had been about four months ago. They had been at a party before making their way back to her apartment completely smashed. They had ended up in her bedroom so they wouldn't disturb her roommate, who had work the next morning. She had just been teasing him about some drunk bimbo who had grabbed onto his hands and placed them on her obviously enhanced tits, thinking that would be enough to entice him into taking her home.

In her drunk mind, she had thought it would be a good idea to stuff socks from her dresser into her bra until she had huge misshapen bulges under her tank top and, jumping onto his resting form lying on her bed she had grabbed his hands, placing them onto her fake boobs, telling him to ravish her with his huge hobbit hands.

Lochlan had roared out in mock anger, shoving her off him onto the bed to straddle her already laughing form, promising retribution until she puked herself. He tickled her until tears were rolling down her face and she wasn't making anymore sounds because she was out of breath from the tickle torture. During that time she had been bucking and thrashing around, inadvertently rubbing against his usually dormant cock.

Apparently, the alcohol he'd consumed as well as her erratic movements had made his lower half come into play through his gym shorts. As Kaelynn begged and pleaded with a barely audible voice, Lochlan stared down at her; taking in her tear-stained beautiful face and stunning smile. Not for the first time he felt himself wanting to stare at her and since he was drunk and didn't care to hide it, he indulged his whim.

After catching her breath and realizing that Lochlan had stopped without the usual mandatory worshipping of his hands, she had noticed Lochlan staring down at her with a strange expression on his face. Still smiling, she had looked up at him in amusement and had asked him what was wrong. Instead of answering, he had reached down and began removing the socks sticking out from her tank top.

Stunned in her drunken haze, all she did was watch as he pulled the balled socks out, the material rubbing against her nipples and making them hard little peaks. Her breath caught as he reached a bit further to grab the last sock and the back of his hand grazed her breast. They both froze; his hand still in her shirt. Kaelynn held her breath, her eyes completely focused on his hand. She felt her heart beat erratically, gradually lifting her gaze until it met his piercing blue ones.