In hindsight, I guess I was asking for it. That tight low-cut black sweater...the little plaid schoolgirl miniskirt flaunting my long sexy legs...shiny black stiletto heels...even the long dark red curls tied up in playful pigtails...I was obviously a girl in search of some attention. When I walked into that house party I could feel your eyes all over me. We'd never met before, but I knew that it was your house. I sat across the room from you, loving the fact that you couldn't take your eyes off me. I shot a shy smile in your direction, and you smiled back, your eyes full of blatant lust. I decided to have a little fun with you...tease you a bit...you know, just give myself a little ego boost. How was I to know what I was getting into?
I watched you talking to your friends, but staring straight at me. I pretended not to notice, sipping on my beer, idly running the tip of my tongue around the rim of the bottle-neck. I twirled my pigtail around my finger and chatted with a guy sitting near me. I giggled at something he said, knowing that you were watching and feeling a tiny twinge of guilt, even though I was a stranger to you. I stole a glance at you and smiled sweetly. Your eyes were narrowed, watching me flirt with someone else. You were a big man, capable of taking what you want, and I could tell you wanted me. Not to date me, not to romance me, just to fuck me. I had no intention of letting that happen, but your hot glare was encouraging me to tease you a little further. My pussy tingled with excitement at your rapt attention. I caught your eye and bit my lower lip gently, slowly running my fingertips down my exposed leg, watching with satisfaction as your eyes followed my fingers. You were so cute and predictable, staring openly at my thighs, your hand wandering unconsciously to your crotch. I knew your dick was hard, maybe painfully so, and I knew that later tonight, you'd be furiously jerking yourself off thinking about me. The thought was making my pussy so wet I could hardly stand it.
I went on torturing you for a while before I decided it was time to leave. I finished my beer, blew you a little kiss and headed for the washroom to pee before heading home. It was as I was washing my hands that it happened. The bathroom door began to open, startling me.
"Hey, it's occupied." I called. Then you came in and closed the door behind you. My mouth dropped open and I was speechless. Without a word you backed me up against the wall and kissed me hard on the mouth, your hand coming up and squeezing my breast brazenly. I tried to push you away but you pressed the weight of your body against me. When you finally pulled back from the kiss you were leering at me. I glared furiously at you.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Get the hell off me!" I shouted, pulling away from you. You gripped my arm fiercely, pulling me against you.
