She took some lip gloss out of her purse and carefully applied it, but we paid her no attention. After a minute or so of primping she turned to step past us on her way back down the hall. "Wait a sec," I said to her. She stopped and turned, unsure I was talking to her despite the change in my tone. I casually reached a hand to her mouth, "you've got some... right here... let me fix that," I made a show of carefully cradling her jaw in my hand, wiping her bottom lip with my thumb, then her top lip. "Beautiful," I said, satisfied with my work but still holding her jaw in my hand.
"Thanks," she smiled, unsure what to do about this unexpected invasion of her space.
"Sure. Come back if you need more adjustments." I moved my hand back to my drink and she laughed at the absurdity and boldness of the situation, but I just turned back to Ben and resumed our conversion. We had a good laugh about it when she was out of earshot.
I saw her with her guy several times that night. Sometimes I'd wink, other times I would pointedly ignore her. He was oblivious. Probably he'd been dating her awhile and was ready for something more exciting. Maybe more sporty and fit. I passed them in a darkened hall at one point and gave her ass a covert spank, which she carefully pretended not to notice.
Later I spotted them camped out in the basement with a group of hipsters, talking about social justice and whatnot. Her guy was very engaged and she looked bored to tears. While I refilled my solo cup from the keg I saw her out of the corner of my eye, getting up and making her way in my general direction. I waited for her to take several steps to commit to her purpose, then moved to the foot of the stairs. I looked back and she was refilling at the keg and noticed me looking. I didn't smile, wink, or anything, just looked at her a few seconds then moved upstairs.
In a couple minutes she was casually making her way up the stairs, pausing to greet people she knew, but unmistakably making her way toward me. As she got close I moved into the kitchen, then the walk-in pantry.
She appeared at the door a moment later. "How's my lip gloss?" she smiled.
I looked her over appraisingly. "It could use a touch-up," I said in a thoughtful tone. She stepped closer with an arched brow. I reached up without hesitation and put a thumb in her slutty mouth, caressing her jawline with my other hand. She just stood there, letting me slowly work my thumb in and out of her mouth for several seconds. Then I pulled out and just looked at her, saying nothing.
"Is it better now?" she asked, not sure what else to say. I responded by tilting her chin up to face me, then kissing her.
During the kiss I held a fistful of her hair to hold her in place and she warmed right to it, then I broke the kiss. "No, it's more messed up than ever now."
"Well are you going to fix it?"
"I have a tool for that job upstairs."
She giggled and took on a sassy tone to respond but I interrupted with a pat on her ass, saying "c'mon" and stepped out of the pantry.
We climbed another flight of stairs to the second floor. There were several people up here, too, but I had a walk-in closet all to myself in the master bedroom, which was off-limits to people not spending the night. Nate was pretty aggressive about this rule because he hates when people fuck with his possessions, so I felt pretty safe.
