God, I want her. After what happened a moment ago, she looks even sexier. Her voice sounds deeper to my ears, her eyes shine brighter, and her lips look more sensual, now that I know what they can do.
We are seated on each side of the large couch in the living room. Between us is her very drunk and loud brother who keeps singing obscenities. I am laughing hard, while she is feigning shock. The party's over and everyone else is gone. We sit there, talking, like old friends, ignoring the fact that it's pretty late. However I cannot ignore how hot I feel, the way my blood pulses through my veins, the way my cock twitches in my pants everytime I look at her flesh moving.
She is sitting elegantly, her legs crossed with a hand relaxing over her knees, while the other grasps a cup, containing some sort of alcohol surely. Her dress looks even shorter this way. When I remember the way her ass looked in that thong, my cock is in serious danger of growing hard. I take a sip of my own cup, to relax, while I'm sneaking glances at her.
"So you're saying that you didn't talk to any girls tonight?" her brother asks me.
"Nope, Dude", I answer, while shaking my head.
"Get outta here", he says, grinning. "You wouldn't let a whole party go on without trying to get in some girl's pants."
I raise my right hand while smiling playfully.
"I swear."
"What happened?" he asks, insisting. "Didn't find anyone that you liked enough?"
"You know, sometimes, there's a girl that you see, of that you've been with, that makes every other woman looks bland next to her." I say, while I look at her sideways. She is smiling, clearly flattered, looking down at her nails.
"And which girl would that be, buddy?" her brother asks, a curious look on his face.
I grin.
"Sometimes a man gotta keep a secret."
My best friend looks surprised, then bursts into a short laugh.
"Can you believe that guy?" he asks his sister. "He's full of shit!"
She smiles slightly.
"Maybe he's telling the truth, you know. Maybe he's found such a girl", she says. "Or maybe he's just kidding and has plans for tonight. The night's still young."
With these last words, she looks at me. We make eye contact. And smirks, and raises her cup to her lips, as if to drink. But I notice how her eyes dance in their orbits, as if she could see how she affects me and enjoyed it. I also notice how her lips slowly part when they come close to the cup but her tongue slowly touches the rim before anything else. She raises her dress slightly up her thigh with her finger, invisibly to her brother, but giving me an incredibly sexy view of her muscled thighs. And she does everything without taking her eyes off mine, even for a second. My dick definitely stands up.
"I guess it's time for me to go", I say, standing up, hoping my erection is hidden.
"Oh come on man," her brother says, his voice slightly slurred. "You can stay a little longer."
"It's two in the morning and you smell awful." I answer.
"The quickie man. Never spends a long time with his friends."
"That's what your mom said to me you know" I say with a grin.
"When?" he asks.
"Back when we were together"
"Well you're dreaming pal. You're such a bad lover, she would take breaks during sex."
"Bookers aren't allowed breaks," I say.
We laugh hard, then I give my mate one of these complicated handshakes we have.
"I think I should walk you out", she says, looking at me in a strange way.
I look at her cup. There's actually something that looks suspiciously like soda inside it. Well damn. So much for being drunk.
While her brother stumbles up the stairs, we get out of the house. There's a lawn separating the house from the streets, and we start walking across it. She's walking in front of me, her magnificent ass trembling while she sensually moves on her heels. I am lost in contemplation, not even interested in where I'm walking. She doesn't even seem to notice me, until my leg is caught in a garden hose and I avoid falling by an inch. She looks back at me, and smiles naughtily.
"You're not watching your steps", she says. "Looking at something else?"
I don't know if it's the way she sounds, the sheer sexual tone of her voice. I don't know if it's the loud bang that comes from her house, indicating that her brother is stumbling somewhere inside. I don't know if it's the chillness of the air, of the drinks I had. Suddenly, without saying a word, I walk to her and grab her neck roughly. For the first time of the night, we kiss.
My breath smells like booze but I couldn't care less. She kisses me back, roughly, hungrily. I let go of her neck and grab her ass with both of my hands, while she caresses my chest. I push her slowly, making her walk backwards while still kissing, guiding her to a nearby tree. She moans slightly, when her back touches the hard surface of the bark of the tree. I take her hands and make her hold them up against the tree.
"Don't move", I say, looking into her eyes. She slowly lick her lips and nods.
I get down on my knees, and raise up her dress, not caring that we're merely inches away from the street and some stranger might see us. My cock pulses in my pants as I give her a quick lick on her thong. She shudders.
