well be there in 10 minutes!
Rebecca stared at her phone the same way that she would stare at her wall, with an aimless, almost bored, smolder in her eyes. Her thumb tapped against the screen a few times, pressing into the message above where she told her friends she’d be ready in a rich blue bubble. A few emoji popped up as her phone buzzed in her hands, kisses and smiles that let her know that the entire entourage was coming along. She halfheartedly sent one in kind before gently tossing her phone on her desk.
She stretched her back out and raised her hands up, her head tilting back not long after so she could see her fingernails, alternating red and green. She didn’t know how she let herself get roped into this, and her friends better have known just how lucky they were that there wasn’t any homework she could use to excuse herself and that she made her replacement Kindle a Christmas present for herself. There wasn’t an excuse that she could use to get herself away from her friends’ wishes for once.
Her phone buzzed. It was some random notification from her TikTok, but she flicked it away as soon as she saw it. She then scrolled upward, quickly recapping all that she needed to know about what was happening tonight, that there was some Christmas party at some club that she didn’t know the name of and that she needed only her identification because ladies got in for free or something like that, littered with enough champagne glass emoji to warn her that she’d probably end up being designated driver. She didn’t mind; if anything, it brought her some ease that she didn’t need to worry about that.
She scrolled up a bit more, and found the moment when her friends asked if she wanted to go.
sure
!!!!!
no way ur serious becca
omg your actually going??
Rebecca couldn’t help but let the smallest of smiles form on her face in amusement; it truly was something out of character and she couldn’t help but get a small kick out of seeing their shock. It wasn’t necessarily the kind of thing that she’d usually think of doing, but it probably beat staring at her walls trying to find some way to kill this overly-long December night.
Perhaps it was for the better for her to get out and at least try something new.
It wasn’t like it wasn’t her first time clubbing with her friends; every so often when there truly was nothing better to do and she couldn’t find an interesting video essay or relevant research article that interested her she’d throw her caution to the wind and slip on something more casual and take a few hours out of her day to relax. Hell, there were even times where she would dance around with her friends and share some laughs and it felt like at times that she was truly enjoying herself in the moment, even if the lingering awkwardness she felt from being at the club left some inhibitions holding her back. Those inhibitions were never cut with alcohol; sometimes it felt like she went mainly to serve as a designated driver for her friends, but it was always somewhat enjoyable.
Plus, if any of the stuff that she heard from her friends were true, Christmas parties tended to have some pretty hot studs at them.
Of course, she didn’t really make mention of it; she honestly wasn’t sure if the existence of her libido or bigfoot would be more shocking to her friends. It did linger in the back of her mind, though, the possibility that tonight would be the night where she would be able to experience some of the club stories that she had heard about. It would definitely be a good way to relax after some particularly grueling midterms, including one that she feared she might have been placed second overall in a class. To be in the arms of a hot stranger who cared about none of that and let her succumb to pure, unrelenting bliss was a heaven to her.
It, also like heaven, she believed she’d see only after she was dead; even if she put all her effort into it and made herself the best woman she could be for it, she wasn’t sure if that was enough for her to see it, either.
Her typical designated driver status typically disqualified her from looking too much at the guys who were clubbing with her and her friends, but even if Dani took one for the team, would Rebecca even find someone? She knew that there were plenty of people who didn’t go to school with her and that it wasn’t a fair assessment to make, but there was something deep inside of her that made her believe that her designated driver status fit perfectly for her for reasons other than her aversion to alcohol.
Study groups and especially Tinder were to blame.
Most of the time, study groups were pretty easy: just corral herself with her friends and call it a day. That would work for groups of four, but sometimes there were groups of five or even six and she’d meet some friend of her friends, usually a decent-looking guy who had good grades and could work at the clip that her friends could. Nothing usually came from it, but every so often they’d have a guy who let his gaze linger on her a bit longer than usual and sometimes she’d be asked to lunch with a friend right near them so she couldn’t say no that easily. From there things usually devolved and they’d end up having a good conversation and by the middle of the afternoon they’d be in a bedroom where the lunch was longer than the sex.
Tinder was even worse. She made an account-of course-on a dare, and got flooded with messages of all sorts that completely overwhelmed her. Most of them didn’t even get a reply from her, and those that did usually steered the conversation so poorly that dating was easier with the study groups despite just how much fewer people there were in that dating pool. Even among those that fell through the cracks, the best she could do was pasty losers that somehow thought that bringing up that she was Asian every thirty seconds was good dirty talk who’d only last for ten minutes before cumming and giving some satisfied smirk like the creampie that leaked out of her was some sort of personal trophy.
To hear that each of her friends had hour-long sessions where they enjoyed it entirely sounded more bullshit than how they probably interpreted her having a sex drive to be. To hear that one of them fucked for five straight hours she only could believe because someone else was there to verify it when she walked into a dorm by mistake. She couldn’t put her finger on why, but it made her jealous. It was also the real reason why she wanted to go clubbing with them; designated driver be damned, she wanted to have a small taste of what that fleeting pleasure could have been like and sate that envy before it got too out of hand.
She got out of her chair and looked herself down in the mirror, examining her slightly loose Santa dress. Her choice of clothes hid most of her admittedly slender body, her modest chest barely filling out the top and her wide hips filling out the bottom nicely; she was thankful that her dress went down to her mid-thigh, at least hiding the lack of gap and the slightest tease of a hip dip. Perhaps she could have gotten something a bit tighter to show off her waist and how small it was, but she couldn’t dare bring that much attention to herself. Hell, it felt weird judging how the dress fit on her.
The dress’ scarlet tone was a nice contrast from her tannish complexion and a nice compliment to her choice of lipstick. Her furrowed her eyebrows at her earrings, small plaid bows that she only wore because they were cheap and seasonal. She brought a hand to a strand of hair that broke her squared fringe and tucked it behind her ear, the jingling already starting to become noise. She brought her hand behind her head and combed through her ponytail, seeking any imperfections through her straight black locks and finding nothing. She tilted her head slightly and gave a small smile, but the impatient and inattentive smolder in her dark, foxy eyes betrayed her expression no matter how full and red-lacquered her lips were. Perhaps being the designated driver would be the better move for tonight; she certainly looked the role.
Her phone buzzed once again, and it was followed by the growing sound of hooting and hollering outside. Her friends were here. She gave herself one final look-over and pivoted on her flat-clad heel towards her desk to grab phone and purse alike. With them in tow, she opened the door and let her friends in.
Looking at her friends’ outfits, Rebecca absolutely looked like the designated driver of the group.
It was like the pool parties she sometimes went to where her friends were dressed in bikinis and she was in a conservative one-piece. Her Santa dress only complimented her friends’ outfits in the way that they could be considered her little helpers. They had dressed in almost matching outfits, with green high heels and cross-plaid lingerie covering them up. Allie and Christy, a blonde who could have been in cheer and a Latina who was in cheer, flanked Dani, a black girl whose build was perfect for volleyball, and leaned up against her sides. They all shared wide smiles as if right before the door opened one of them cracked a joke that got them all howling.
If it weren’t for her knowing them, it would be too easy to assume that Rebecca wasn’t even in that group.
“Hey, Becca!” Dani said, and Allie and Christy followed in kind.
Rebecca gave a small wave and flashed a quick smile. “Hello.” She took a few moments to look at them, as if humoring the thought of herself wearing that kind of outfit. There was no way she’d be able to pull it off, and even if she could, it’d only be on her as a dare. Yet again, maybe?
“You look so cute in that!” added Allie, breaking Rebecca out of her reverie. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her smile grew a tad.
“You too,” Rebecca replied, her voice catching a tad in her throat. “You guys look ready for tonight.”
“Hell yeah we are!” Christy chimed in, tilting herself forward. “We’ve been waiting all month for this!”
“We’re gonna turn all the boys’ heads!” Allie added.
They definitely were. Rebecca, on the other hand, felt a bit unsure about it. Even if she did, would it have been worth it? Given the way that Allie looked at her after she said that, she proved she was trying to be inclusive about the head-turning. She gave a small, nervous smile to her friends.
“Even if we don’t,” Dani chimed in, “we’re still gonna have a great girls’ night out!”
It was probably going to be a pretty short night of them all being together if Allie and Christy already were making plans to find some guys to dance with. Dani was also a bit of a coin flip, but she knew the way to reel Rebecca out of her apartment better than the others. “I hope so,” huffed Rebecca.
“Did you pregame yet?” Christy asked as she peeled herself off Dani and sauntered into Rebecca’s apartment, heading directly towards her pantry. Allie and Dani followed suit, the clattering of heels against the floor arrhythmic; the slight smell of booze wasn’t prefabricated. Rebecca didn’t even need to turn around as she heard pantry doors open and shut; she never brought alcohol into her apartment, not even for something like this.
“I found something!”
“Allie, I’m not pregaming with my cooking wine,” Rebecca replied before she even looked at the bottle. Okay, there was some alcohol in her apartment, but nothing good enough to drink. She raised an eyebrow as she realized what she said and turned around, where she saw Allie putting her bottle down. “Wait, didn’t you guys want me to drive tonight?”
“Don’t worry, Becca!” Dani replied, teasingly sticking out her hand and flashing her a wide smile. “I’m doing that for y’all. I want ya to enjoy yourself tonight!”
Rebecca wanted to intervene and say that she could definitely enjoy herself at a club without drinking, but she knew that Dani would reply asking if she really could and she’d be thinking for a few minutes before ultimately accepting defeat. She might as well just surrender right now without making a fuss, and thus, that’s what she did. Perhaps she should have brought some booze home if she knew that; it was either that or getting some overpriced club cocktails or getting someone to get her on their tab.
She wondered if Dani planned that out.
She didn’t know when it happened, but Christy found her way behind her and she lunged forward, wrapping an arm around Rebecca and forcing them forward momentarily. Rebecca pushed back and brought a hand to Christy’s waist, aiding her upward. She was really warm already.
“Yeah, like I know this is more our thing, but we really want you to have fun tonight! Go out there, have a good time with us; maybe if you’re lucky you’ll find a cute boy for the night!”
Rebecca suppressed a laugh. She’d draw someone’s attention in this, when her friends were dressed like that? It didn’t matter what guys would want to come up to her at the club if the first man who rejected her was the bouncer himself. She at least bet that she’d be considered a different group altogether. She sighed; at least the dress was like only 30 dollars from a thrift store.
“I’ll see…” She flashed them a demure smile, and was then quickly pulled along as Christy led her out of her apartment, with Allie and Dani in tow to make sure she didn’t escape. She scrambled for a few moments in shock, but mainly just let it happen. If it happened, great, if it didn’t, so what? She’d just need to convince herself that next time would be slightly better if there was a next time.
In retrospect, Rebecca should have known that she wouldn’t have been rejected at a club. It initially caught her by surprise, but she did bring her ID and a few bucks in case her outfit didn’t constitute the party dress code; only the ID was put into the bouncer’s hands. She had been the last of her group to get in, and while Allie and Christy were already deep into the trenches of the club, Dani locked arms with her and dragged her into the deep, dark dancefloor.
The bass that merely accompanied the bouncer’s appearance outside was now thudding in her head as she looked around, taking in the sight of a massive crowd of people moving up and down amorphously under color-changing lights that flickered every second or so. She could make out a few silhouettes, some that resembled her friends and others that did end up taking a more conservative approach, not to mention the men who wore clothes that ranged from festive to more basic dress clothes. Rebecca felt more comfortable knowing she wasn’t the only one who missed the memo on what to wear.
“You wanna get something to drink?”
Dani’s question was yelled into her ear-not like she’d be able to hear it any other way. She turned to face her and shook her head, not really feeling it quite yet. She wanted to scope the scene around a bit more, see what was worth being here for outside of the really campy Christmas carols supported by dance beats. She wanted an embrace other than the aural ugly Christmas sweater everyone was covered by just by being in there.
“Suit yourself!”
Dani dragged Rebecca into the crowd, and Rebecca’s eyes widened. It was like staring into a Yuletide unknown with a scent of pine and body odor. She could feel the air getting stale as Dani slipped through the crowd. She already felt herself growing hotter just from the collective body heat and she understood why they thought lingerie was a good base for the club; if she were even a bit more shameless she probably would have done the same thing.
Through the crowd, she could feel gazes falling on them. Most of them, though, Rebecca could reasonably assume that they’d be for Dani, given her outfit and how her body looked. Rebecca wasn’t much of a looker already compared to her friends, and the choice of outfit did not help matters in the slightest. Perhaps she was trying to repel the gazes that landed on her and she was doing this all subconsciously. She didn’t know.
What she did know, though, was that there was someone staring at her, with an intensity that was only reserved for someone who was looking directly at her with full intention.
She looked around for a few seconds, her rather diminutive size forcing her to peek over shoulders to find where that stare was coming from, but it was to no avail for the time being; what she did know, though, was that there was someone already interested, and that alone was enough for her heart to pick up in pace ever-so-slightly.
It didn’t take too long for them to find Allie and Christy, who were not just in the middle of the crowd, but were flanked by a bunch of guys already. Each man had been given a polite gesture of disinterest, and as quickly and randomly as they showed up, they disappeared into the night. Once most of them had been disbanded, attention was brought to Rebecca and Dani.
“Where’ve ya been?” Allie asked.
“Y’all ran in before we were done!” Dani replied. “Really that boy-crazy tonight, you two?”
Christy laughed for a few seconds, her knees starting to bob to the beat of the music. “Not many times we can get out like this. I’m gonna make sure tonight was worth our time!”
Rebecca laughed, but it was muted by the music, and she found herself starting to dance along to the music, even if what she mainly did was bob her knees up and down in rhythm. The night was still young and people were starting to find their groove; no need to really get too far ahead in everything quite yet.
Once the party started, it was easy for Rebecca to let her inhibitions down. She kept bobbing to the music, listening through the DJ’s medley for songs that she knew so she could scream the lyrics with her friends; it was a relief when it happened every five or so songs. The club’s energy kept her moving, and she could feel it starting to surge through her; it almost felt as if she were becoming one with everyone else. One by one, barrier after barrier, she could feel coming undone, and she shared the same wide smile that she saw on all her friends’ faces, her cheeks starting to grow pink with just how warm it was getting inside the massive crowd.
It did feel like something was missing from the night, though. Not that she was hoping for something that wouldn’t happen, but she couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t completely there. Inhibitions had come down, but for the final ironclad ones not even the infectious enthusiasm of dancing would be able to strike them down.
She could have really gone for a drink, if either to refresh her spirits or to dull the anticipation starting to well up in her soul, and she was not the only one.
“Y’all wanna get something?” Christy asked.
“Hell yeah!” Allie replied.
“Let’s go!” Dani remarked.
And with that, they all linked arms and headed through the crowds. A bit of pushing and pulling led to Rebecca letting out a few small apologies as she brought up the rear, and prayed that she’d have her elbow locked with Dani’s as they made their way. It didn’t take too long for them to reach the bar, and once they were there, arms were unlinked and they were all leaning against it, with Rebecca looking at her friends, and her friends looking up and down the menu.
Rebecca sighed and followed suit, reading through the list of cocktails and not knowing what a single one of them was like. Her teetotaling, something she often considered an asset, was undoubtedly holding her back, and she hoped she didn’t seem too much of a prude just ordering, of all things, water. At least Dani gave her some company drinking that, she hoped.
She turned to her friends once again, and they were not just talking among themselves, but giggling. She didn’t quite overhear anything, but a few coy glances shot over her shoulder led her to turn around. A large man was right next to her, his finger extended and almost prodding her shoulder.
A lump caught in her throat as she looked him over. He was definitely quite a bit older than her, if that look in his eye and the way he held himself tall didn’t prove. He was quite muscular, too, given the way that he was proud enough to wear his candy-cane-clad shirt a size too small. She could smell the slight cologne on him, just enough to break the stale stench of body odor that made up the club’s air. Her gaze met his, and she backed up subconsciously just so she could look into his eyes with a bit more ease.
“Hey there,” he said, his voice low and obviously playing it cool. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Rebecca’s eyes widened, and she looked back at her friends. So that was what they were laughing at, and this was probably the man who was staring at her. They gave her a thumbs-up and, after a nod of confirmation, turned back to the man. “…Sure. What would you recommend?”
The man turned towards the bar and gave the menu a look-over. He gave a small hum as he examined it, before giving her a look for a few moments. “Egg nog?”
Rebecca snorted. What a festively boring answer; he better thank his lucky stars she found it a bit cute. “Sounds good.”
“I’ll take two egg nogs!”
It didn’t take too long for the nogs to arrive, each of them garnished what Rebecca assumed to be nutmeg. Bringing the glass to her lips, she was surprised at how hidden the alcohol taste was; it was there, but the nutmeg was much more apparent. She sipped at it, whereas he took slightly larger glugs, completely unfazed by the alcohol. She brought the glass down to the bartop and licked her top lip clean.
“So,” she asked, “what brings you to the club tonight?”
He shrugged. “Just thought about going to a Christmas party. Couldn’t find any in my neighborhood so I thought why not try this club? It’s usually pretty packed. Yourself?”
Rebecca scuffed a foot against the ground. “Ah, my friends dragged me along. I’m usually more of a homebody.”
The stranger smiled and took another sip of his nog. “Well, I’m glad you decided to show up tonight! Having fun?”
“I mean,” she said before bringing her lips to her glass, trying to think of an appropriate answer. “It beats staring at my wall all the time.”
He waited for her to put her glass down before nudging her. “That’s the spirit!”
She giggled. She didn’t have too much to drink, but already she was starting to feel herself get a bit giddier, and to be honest with herself, she was pretty lucky. He was a pretty handsome guy, and his stare was lingering on her. Perhaps an opportunity was presented to her, right into her lap.
Conversation happened pretty easily after that. She told him all about herself and that she was a university student studying pre-law on scholarships that she would really like to keep, even if it meant a few sleepless nights here and there. She sipped as she listened to him talk about his business ventures and how he, too, needed to blow off a bit of steam and how he finally had a free day to get out and enjoy himself; what better way to do that than to go out and see what the club had to offer? Well, a lot of things, but hey, she was pretty thankful he was jovial and found her jokes kinda funny, even if it were just from the alcohol.
“So,” he asked before finishing off his nog, “where’re your friends at?”
“They’re the girls in the Christmas bikinis. Hard to miss, in fact, they’re right-” Rebecca gestured behind her and turned towards where they had stood, only to be greeted by an empty space that was just the right amount of room for the three of them. Rebecca froze for a moment at the sight; apparently her friends had the same idea as she did. They definitely left while they were talking and thought they’d be unscathed.
“They were right here.”
“Did I scare them off?” He asked.
“Don’t be silly,” she replied. “They probably thought that they’d be sneaky trying to ho-”
Rebecca choked on her words before she could finish her thought. She damn well knew that was their plan and if it weren’t for him asking they would have gone throughout the entire club trying to show her off like a trophy. It was that wingwomaning shit they were talking about over text, and she thought they were just joking about it. Joke or not, they found their punchline with this guy, whom they were probably thanking silently for this.
She reexamined him under the pretense of this new understanding, and her eyes widened. He was hot, yes, but he was also way out of her league! She was just some ditzy bookworm trying to keep attention away from her, and somehow this guy decided to pick her up-and she was the first one of her friend group! Her heart picked up slightly as she looked him over once more, catching his eyes glued to her hips for a brief moment too long, and the smirk he gave her afterward was enough for her heart to skip a beat.
“So,” he asked once again, “what were they trying to do?”
He had moved closer; she could feel the heat and smell the eggnog on his breath. His presence wasn’t just palpable anymore, but lingering on hers. She felt the need to squirm slightly, but she stabilized herself with a nibble of her lower lip, eyes growing slightly wider as their gazes met once again.
His gaze was hungry, drinking every inch of skin she showed and it quietly made her wish that she wore something that showed more. He showed no interest in meeting her parents, the ones who had downloaded her meek, bookish persona and made sure it booted up first. He was merely interested in being what her friends wanted him to be: someone to wipe that from her and let her taste what it truly meant to be alive for once in her life and that it didn’t always have to be about her books. She brought her hands to the hem of her dress and gingerly pulled it down, the club air cool against the slight window she inadvertently showed off, not realizing that the stranger’s gaze would follow soon after.
Her parents would kill her if she went any bit further, but they’d never know, would they? She took a deep breath, trying to control her fluttering heart.
“They probably want us to dance or something.” She could hear just how high and breathy her voice sounded, and it embarrassed her. However red she already was, she grew even hotter than that. Her thighs pressed together as she tried to cool her nerves, but her mind momentarily went blank and she bit on her lip trying to hide the moan from how amazing the friction felt. Rebecca wasn’t sure if she had ever been this wet in her life, and reprieve, however delayed, was found in the corner of her eye, where she noticed his large hand extended in her direction.
“Shall we?”
The way this man kept his composure intimidated her. The only way she knew that he hadn’t calculated his moves in advance to chip away every last bit of her defenses was the casual smile on his face that complimented his invitation. She was growing close to a puddle and the only way that she knew she had any effect on him he hid with a bluff that would make poker players blush. He looked so damn charming, too; the implicit question felt so well-hidden that despite how needy she felt, it was easy to forget that this was a proposition for him to fuck Rebecca’s lights out.
Rebecca needed it, and she reached for his hand and rested hers in it. She was so small compared to him. He gently cradled it and they stood up together in unison. Once her feet touched the ground, she tugged him towards the floor, where his lecherous gaze lingered across her backside and the nape of her neck. She didn’t care where in the mass of dancers they would be as long as she could have his body on hers.
He couldn’t wait, either. His strong hand found her hip when they were on the furthest edge of the dance-pit, and he pulled her into him, her backside pressing up against his crotch.
Her eyes widened at just how hard he was against her ass.
He was big-even through his clothes she knew he’d be the biggest she’d ever try to take, and her toes curled slightly just thinking about how he’d feel. Nervously, a hand reached up to her hair, fingers running through smooth, jet black locks before she threw her head back and let it rest against his chest. She arched herself before awkwardly moving her hips, her mind blanking even as she tried to remember all those secrets Allie gave her about looking as appealing as she could while twerking on a man. She wasn’t even sure if she could remember what twerking even was; she merely rocked her hips back and forth, finding comfort in the friction. She threw her head over her shoulder, peering at his expression, and nibbled on her lip. Fuck, it was impossible to think with the way he looked at her.
And it was even more difficult to think once his hands were all over her body.
Even with the thick layer of dress covering her, his hands had a way of leaving a burning feeling on her skin that lingered for what felt like minutes as he moved them around. He teased her, running them along her sides as he started gauging her body in truth. Her eyes grew darker as his smirk grew wider, starting to figure out all that she was hiding from everyone else. It was a treat all for him to enjoy, and her shoulder blades found his body as well, a small mewl leaking from her lips in pure pleasure.
“Keep rocking,” he said.
She followed his command on what felt like instinct, her hips starting to move faster as she realized that he, too, had needs she needed to take care of. As much as it made her head spin to think about that, she needed to concentrate a bit, to bring this man to such a state that he wanted to find somewhere else to go as much as she did. She rocked, and rocked, feeling his hard cock pressing into her with every movement. It made her eyes water, thinking about all that fabric covering them and how it still managed to feel heavenly. Her gaze was wide on his, dark and lost as she scanned every bit of him as much as she could, hoping to notice the change where he, too, was taken over this forbidden threshold.
His hands did the talking instead, cupping one of her breasts through her dress to pull her in.
Rebecca yelped. His hand felt so good against her breast, every squeeze causing her toes to curl further. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, and it grew hotter as she realized that he could feel her nipple through dress and bra alike. His fingers kept digging, silently marking her skin as his with every moment of skinship, and she pushed her chest forward, hoping he liked what he felt; she certainly did.
He loved it, as she learned by the way he moaned against her ear. She was so close to moaning in kind from that alone, but whatever scraps of composure she found held her off; she didn’t want the whole club to know that she was about to take this man for herself. She wasn’t even sure of all the looks she was getting from the other dancers, and they mattered very little; all they did was hold her off from what she really wanted and forced her to bottle up everything.
She couldn’t bottle everything up with one of his hands reaching for her uncovered thighs. She closed them off, bringing her feet together in a last-ditch bid to relieve herself. Every move had them rock against each other, and she could feel just how hot and sweaty her inner thighs had grown; she couldn’t have him see that when they were in public. It had been too much even now having him toy with her like this, and she was so close to begging him to stop if it meant they could go literally anywhere else to fuck.
This must have been the sex that Allie and Christy always talked about. This must have been what their hype towards clubbing was all about. This must have been why they were always so pleasantly surprised whenever she decided to come along with them. This had to be the foundation of all those stories. This couldn’t have been anything else. This was what clubbing was all about. And this was a feeling so strong that even Rebecca couldn’t help but be pulled in its sway. This was the start of her own sex story she could tell her friends about. This was her college student rite of passage.
“How about we go somewhere more private?”
This was going to be the most fun night of her life.
It was as if he knew that he was going to get laid that night.
At least, that’s what the suite he picked out told her. His businesses were apparently lucrative enough that he was able to pick up a suite on demand on the highest floor of the hotel, leaving a beautiful sight of the lit city skyline in the windows next to the king-sized bed. Pieces of furniture littered the area in tasteful fashion, leaving the room to seem just as much like her studio apartment as it did a normal hotel room. The purplish-red lighting was another nice touch to the place, giving it a much more erotic atmosphere.
None of it really mattered, though, with her lips pressed onto his and their focus entirely placed on each other.
Finally, she had time to revel in his body, hands running along his chest over his shirt. It clung to him in such a perfect way, teasing his muscular hardness but not the softness of his skin. His lips felt as amazing as they looked, the slightly sweet taste of eggnog contrasting deliciously against the way that he seemed to know exactly what she wanted. Slight teases of tongue, sucking the breath from her lungs, the occasional nibble on her bottom lip; he timed them perfectly in a manner that left her breathless throughout, with her desperate to hitch breaths to let out moans of approval.
And his hands simply felt divine as he ran them up and down her sides, now with the lack of inhibitions that led him to take handfuls of her ass before running them back up. Every squeeze left her whimpering, and she attempted to arch her back and push her hips back so she could feel even more of his gropes. His hands felt so big, so overpowering.
Within her, she grew the courage to fight back against his kisses, and she pulled away from them for a moment to recompose. It was impossible with his heavy gropes, but what she was able to collect was enough for her to slip her tongue into his mouth, mingling with his while her palms broadly moved up and down his abs. He sucked on her tongue, and her hands balled into fists, cursing herself about how sensitive she felt around him. She still felt like her entire body was on fire, but it was one that smoldered for so long that she almost felt used to it.
And then he’d push her tongue back into her mouth in such a display of dominance that her knees buckled momentarily. It was his turn to play, and she couldn’t help but let herself submit to his tongue’s advances. Her moans were muffled by his tongue as he slithered it around and tangled it around her own, leaving barely any room for her to budge. Her eyes watered at the sudden display, knowing that he finally was starting to let some of his hunger out.
It wasn’t enough. She wanted more, and her fingers found the buttons on his shirt. She was shaky, but managed to undo a few of them while his fingers pressed against her back, running along her shoulder blades. She wanted to melt into them, and the relief from the thought of doing so was enough for her hands to manage exposing more of his deliciously tanned skin.
Not to be outdone, he unzipped her dress, and she froze at the feeling of the cool air grazing her skin as it fell to the floor and pooled at her legs. Her lingerie fit the dress perfectly; plain, unassuming dark red with no lace nor frills, something that was as perfectly enticing as it was deliciously ignorable.
Her abs tensed as she felt his gaze covering her more than the dress would ever, teasing a six-pack as she felt it drop to where she wished she had a gap between her thighs. He was hungry, and his hands were rough against her soft skin as he took what he wanted to be his. Strong hands ran along exposed skin, and he pulled back from their kissing, leaving her panting. Fuck, was he good at turning her on.
“You look so hot…”
“Th-thank you…”
Her trailed off words ended with a low moan as his lips found her skin, starting from her jawline and moving down. Hands found his shoulders and dug into him, not caring if her fingernails sunk into his skin. His shirt was basically a drape on his shoulders, loosely covering his bulky silhouette, and he was every bit as heavenly to the touch as she hoped he’d be.
His breathing grew heavier as he kissed down her neck, spilling all over her neck. She squeezed tighter and started raking down his arms, momentarily appreciating his musculature while her hands frenziedly scrambled for relief. His lips kept ghosting her pulse points, teasing her racing heart further with every gentle kiss. She was huffing audibly, every other exhale a needy moan, and his lips were only on her collarbone.
“Fuck…”
Her entire body tensed up as his lips dipped lower, pressing gentle kisses against her cleavage window and taking a deep breath. She flushed slightly, lips quivering at how embarrassing it felt, but like with everything else he had done, there was something so arousing about it. It was so shameless and so needy; the following kisses that peppered her breasts above her brassiere fit the same blend of shameless eroticism that it was starting to make her head spin. Every bit of appreciation turned her on just a bit more, every moment of lips lingering on skin a prayer of thanks for having her join him.
It was a holy prayer before the feast of his fingers against her needy snatch.
Her breathing stopped momentarily as she felt fingers against her lower belly, his hand slowly grazing downwards until they disappeared underneath her pantyline. She whimpered as she felt them caressing her folds, immediately growing damp with her juices. She didn’t even realize how much she was burning down there in the torrents of pleasure, and he hadn’t even done anything below the belt until then. Her hips obediently ground against his fingers, hands resting on his shoulder blades as she tried to find some level of grounding.
It was impossible to believe that Heaven on Earth could be a sin. It was impossible to believe the way that she writhed whenever his finger touched her clit could be the gateway to Hell. It was impossible to believe that something so beautiful would have her parents never look her in the eye again. For all the force that her parents used to keep her on her straight and proper path, this man’s fingers caressing her was enough to convert her away. That was the law of entropy, the one that she had crammed in her head in high school while her friends got boyfriends; it was the same entropy that led to her bra, orderly on her chest, covering her up, to the floor, disordering not just the garment but the stranger’s mind as she showed off her tits.
She didn’t even try to hide the moderate swells of her full breasts from his hungry gaze. He licked his lips at the sight of her small, perky, dark brown nipples, and covered one of them with his lips, suckling on it with the same heat and need that her pussy sucked his fingers with the instant he spread her walls open.
“Oh my god!”
Rebecca clenched around his fingers as they dug deep inside her, spreading her out more than her fingers ever could. Her entire body tightened up, from her thighs clenching around his hand to her fingers digging into his arms, almost frozen with how hot she felt. It wasn’t even about the thrill of a stranger fucking her anymore. It was just about how this stranger made her feel so good, and how even with how she could feel every movement of his fingers inside her, he moved with such ease. She was so wet, and even through her panties she could hear the sloshing of his fingers as he wrenched them inside her pussy.
“Mmm…” Rebecca’s moans grew consistently audible, each one slightly louder than the last as a rhythm was found. It was slow, but it was there, beckoning her to rock her hips against him to milk more pleasure. She couldn’t disobey her body’s needs anymore. She just wanted pure, unadulterated bliss to wrack her entire being.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re needy like this.”
Please, praise her more. She wanted to feel proud of taking this beaten path and finding something that made clubbing worth it. Even through the bliss of her g-spot being wracked with pleasure and her entire body being alit with pure lightning, she needed more. It was a craving, and his words were adding a fuel she didn’t even know existed until she heard them. She pushed herself into him, wanting everything he could possibly give her.
It grew hard to concentrate. It wasn’t that she wanted to put her focus on anything but this stranger. It was the opposite: she couldn’t think of anything, not even the pleasure coursing through her. Her vision grew lost and foggy, her breathing uneven, and her body tight. The pleasure she wanted was starting to overflow, much like how her pussy was dripping onto the stranger’s palm as it slapped her trying to reach as far deep into her as he could. Even the stranger’s words of encouragement were growing foggy in her head, words starting to muffle into nothing as everything inside her reached its breaking point, her body tensed up to a degree she didn’t know possible.
Rebecca wondered if this was what the universe felt like when the Big Bang happened, like a moment of everything coming together before unleashing itself uncontrollably. It almost felt like a rebirth, where everything was still the same but yet unabashedly different. There was no control, only the loudest screaming ever to come from her lungs compounded with her body writhing in such a powerful way. It was impossible for her to think; words couldn’t come during the highest pleasure she ever felt in her life.
It took a few moments for her to recoup, and when she did, a wave of exhaustion had hit her, compounded with the sight of this man right in front of her chest. She grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up, and planted his lips against hers in a slow, deep, and hungry kiss.
She didn’t know how else he could be thanked. She felt like a new person from that sole orgasm, and she didn’t even know how she was still standing. All she could think about was his lips, his face, his spectacular body. Her hands resumed trailing as she leaned on him, breasts eagerly taking in his musculature and not minding the way her nipples ground against him. To think she saw him as hot before; it was like something had changed entirely within her.
Her friends were right. Rebecca really needed something like this.
He, too, had slowed down, giving her a moment to breathe, and his hand was on her ass, taking as big a handful as he could. She sunk into his hand to give him just a bit more. It felt so comfortable having his hands on her, even in moments of reprieve where she knew that it would lead to something else. There was no way that this night could be over. Sure, had it been any other night, she would have expected nothing else of significance to happen, but after this man, who was still wearing his pants, gave her the best orgasm of her life, she wanted him to keep going. There was definitely some bestial hunger within him.
It was something that he couldn’t even contain when he pulled his soaked hand out of her panties. He brought them to his lips and licked the taste of her sex off him. His moans were low, shameless, enough to pick up her heartbeat and re-engage the drives she thought were still redlining. She watched with intense focus as he made a small show of tasting herself off his fingers, thighs momentarily squishing together. She whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, and he whispered in her ear.
“You taste fucking fantastic…”
His hand reached down to her panties and slowly pulled them off, showing him what he knew already. Her core was bald and slick, her lips bloated and visibly flushed through its brownish coloring. He licked his lips at the sight of what lay between them, pink, visibly but slowly twitching, and glistening. “Might have to go down and-”
“Wait!” Rebecca interjected. It wasn’t that she was opposed to the idea; quite the contrary, she wanted him to do whatever he pleased. She didn’t want to miss anything, though; she already felt a bit wiped, and knowing he was down to eat her out, or finger her again, or do literally anything made her worry that she’d have to tap out before he’d actually fuck her. She wanted to experience everything. With his attention, her fingers gingerly ran down his exposed abdomen, and down to his slacks, containing that bulge that had kept her attention since she rubbed her ass on it at the dancefloor.
“Yes?” He asked.
“I…” Even after cumming from him, it felt weird to let it out. That was merely with his fingers, which made the prospect of exposing his cock even more intimidating. She knew she wanted it, though. “I want this so badly…” She pressed her palm against its underside, trying to hide a flinch as she felt it twitch against her hand.
“You mean,” he said as he brought his hand down to his button and undid it. Despite the cool demeanor, he was hasty to pull his pants and boxers down, letting his thick cock fall directly into her hand. Her fingers struggled to wrap around it, and his length dwarfed her hand a good amount. She looked down at it with awe, eyes glazing over its veins and the way that his foreskin nearly covered the entirety of his thick, pink tip. It seemed so casual, the way that she held the biggest cock she ever saw. It looked like one straight out of the porno videos that she watched in the deepest throes of sexual desperation-excluding those she was in right now. “This?”
Rebecca gulped and gingerly wrapped her fingers around him as best she could before stroking up his shaft, feeling how hot and hard it was. Her only fear was that he wouldn’t fit. “…Yes.”
She gingerly rubbed her thighs together as she started walking backwards, practically tugging him by the cock as he followed suit. They kept their gazes locked, with the only interruption being when she hit the back of the bed with her heel, and she graciously fell onto the mattress, her back pressed up against it. She kicked her flats off, each of them landing on the floor, leaving her completely bare.
As he climbed onto the bed and on top of her, the last remnants of her sanity kicked in, protesting her affair. The sounds of her parents’ voices filled her ears, strictly telling her that even throughout college she wasn’t supposed to have a boyfriend-high school was certainly off-limits. Hell, they didn’t even want her to have a social life, it seemed: they never stopped nagging about studying. This was completely unacceptable; hell, the egg nog itself was getting out of hand; the club was going too far. They even hurled insults hurled at Dani, her closest friend, calling her a slut, a whore, and how she’d ultimately debase her and ruin her reputation, whatever the fuck that meant. And this position, with this stranger on top of her, with his thick prick pressed up against her folds, proved them right and would force her to change her name if her parents ever found out about it.
She grabbed him by the shoulders.
“I want you to fuck me till I can’t walk.”
All those worries disappeared the moment his tip slipped inside her, all her attention brought to her walls trying their best to accommodate him. She whimpered at his thickness, her thighs tensing and toes curling. She was wet enough for him not to hurt her, but she could feel herself being taken to her absolute limit, not helped by his rather slow pace. His gaze lingered on hers, lust undercut by a slight sense of worry, but it was assuaged as she nibbled on her lower lip and let out as much of a moan as she could while pretending to hold it back.
That was enough for him to shift from timidly pushing to plunging outright, filling her to the brim.
Rebecca let out a gasp, her core twitching violently around him, and her eyes watered slightly. To think that his fingers felt good. It did hurt a bit to get used to him, and the stretching she knew would leave her a tad sore, but the pleasure overrode it completely. She had welcomed that moment of irresponsibility, and her fingers marked his shoulders with indents of fingernails in her attempt to reciprocate the feeling.
“Fuck,” he huffed as he slowly pulled himself back. Rebecca could feel herself clinging tightly around him, refusing to let go and whimpering as his hips overpowered her grip. “You feel so fucking good…”
“Y-y-you t-”
Her words were interrupted by a moan ripped straight out of her lungs as he started thrusting into her. He was gentle, every move parting her walls and getting her more comfortable with his massive length. It didn’t stop her from running her hands along his shoulders and down his arms, cradling as much of his musculature as she could. Her attention was fully on him, the way his body started glistening with sweat, how sexy he looked and how she even managed to get in bed with him, and how that fat prick made her feel things she couldn’t even explain. Even with his most gentle motions did she feel hotter than his fingers at their fastest, shoulders pushing back into the mattress to show off her modest chest.
“Fuck! You feel so good, sir!”
His hips kept their pace, slowly getting her used to the feeling of being absolutely filled. It felt great, but already, she was wanting more. She knew she could pull more out of him; every huff she let out came with him holding back. She could feel his dam was about to break, and that he wanted more than to keep this slow pace. He was intoxicating, and she wanted to intoxicate him. He bottomed out, and she teasingly rolled her hips into his, stirring him in a last-ditch effort to convince him that she wanted-and could handle-more
He took a breast in one hand and her thigh in the other, and pushed her down into the bed, pinning her to the mattress. His warm-up, which had been enough to leave her writhing, was about to come to an end, and she watched with wide eyes and a hot smile, one hand leaving his arms so she could trail it down between their bodies and to her aching clit. She gave it a gentle rub and let out a hot moan, her dark gaze matching his as she dared him to do his worst. She was ready for it.
She was not ready for it.
In teasing him she had not realized how much he had restrained himself; now, with his hips slamming into her thighs and his hand moving up her side, she had come to learn what this man was really like. Every heaving breath was interrupted by her body being pushed into the mattress behind her. The bedsprings squeaked in protest with every moment she was sandwiched between them and his frame. He was every bit as horny as she was, if not moreso, and he was ready to make her, this young woman who was out of her element in every way, more mature and experienced. He was ready to make her into a woman.
Rebecca accepted his challenge, her free hand running down his back, desperate for a handhold as he kept up. Her legs struggled to wrap around him, tensing dangerously as she felt her body starting to burn hotter again. Her vision grew hazy as she lazily scanned his expression, intense and hungry and sexy beyond compare, before her eyes momentarily rolled into the back of her head. Blinking, she resisted the urge to submit completely.
“This your first time?”
It might as well have been. The sex she had before couldn’t compare to this. He made her cum, for one, and with every thrust into the furthest depths of her sex she was realizing that even that one would be tame by tonight’s standards. It might have not been the first time she had a guy inside her, but it was definitely the first time she had been fucked. She had to fight the building knot in her loins to let out a reply, and even then, it was a heavy huff surrounded by needy moans.
“…No…”
His prick twitched, and his body tensed up before he pressed his chest into hers, her nipples grinding against his hardened muscles; she was unable to tell which was harder. She brought the hand that rested on her clit against his back, dragging her dampened fingers along his side as she desperately fondled him. It was overwhelming, and she knew that he thought she was lying through her teeth in an attempt to impress him.
“I don’t mean fooling around with some college boys…” He groaned into her ear, his voice low and hungry enough for her core to tighten around him. Fingernails dug into his back, loving grazes becoming accidental rakes. Her eyes widened before she shut them, letting herself get lost in the overwhelming pleasure of his cock rearranging her pussy. She had been called out, toes curling behind the small of his back. A loud, needy moan was her answer as her vision started growing more hazy.
She didn’t even need to hear him ask if it was the first time she had a man fuck her for her to start moaning out her reply, a bunch of loud, heavy yeses that grew with intensity with every passing one, her core growing tighter as his tip grew dangerously close to kissing her cervix. She didn’t even know if she was answering his question or begging him to keep going since she could see what was coming ahead. Every nerve felt like it was burning, her mind glazed with lust.
She came around his cock. It had been the first time she came around anyone’s cock, and her pussy wanted to remember it with how tightly she milked it. She squeezed as if it was her life’s duty, to memorize the feeling of his thick prick as if her pussy was to be made for it and it alone. She could feel him rocking into her still, going through her orgasm as if it were nothing. And as her orgasm subsided and she started basking in her afterglow, he kept pounding, groaning, forcing her to keep up with the onslaught of pleasure and warmth even as the knot in her loins that kept it all together before was completely dismantled.
In the moments before another one was in its place, she felt weightless, her entire body tingling with pleasure, and her head felt clearer than ever. Her eyes opened, landing directly on this man giving it his all, and she gingerly rocked her hips again, a way to thank him for showing her what it really meant to be fucked.
“God, you’re so fucking hot when you cum.”
Rebecca was too red to blush, but her huffing was stammered as she tried to come up with a reply to his words. She couldn’t come up with a way to thank him; he seemed so casual about plowing her like this even when she had gone through one of the most intense moments of her life. All that she could say was that which was on her mind.
“I love the way you fuck me.”
He slowed down his thrusts, leaving her to whimper. One of his hands reached down to her arm and grabbed it by the wrist. He brought her hand to her breast, and her fingers immediately dug into herself as if it were a stress ball. Nipple grinding against her palm, she ran her wrist in circles, not needing to hear his instruction to show him. It felt good; that’s what mattered when she knew that before and after tonight she’d have a miserable monotony of college life to return to.
She was hellbent on milking this for all she could, for as long as she could.
Her obedience was met with his hips returning to their regular pace; if anything, he picked up even faster than before, a slight frenzy with every thrust. His hands ran along her body, leaving her skin burning from contact no matter where he grazed. Gazes met once more, fulfilling that implicit promise that tonight would be memorable for them both. Leaning in, her lips met his once again, trying her best to let out some of the overwhelming pleasure by making out and letting him know just how grateful she felt.
They exchanged huffs and moans in their kisses more than they swapped saliva. Tongues touched less than thighs. They couldn’t get lost in kissing with how lost their bodies were in their duty, his thick, soaked cock using her wet, gaping cunt. She squeezed her legs around him, and he pushed on, thrusting deeper and letting gravity help him with every push. Toes curled in kind, and her mind was starting to fog up once again, her breath getting caught on a moan as she realized that it would be the third orgasm of the night; it alone would dwarf all the times she had came from other people, period.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” He pulled away from the kiss to let it out, and Rebecca tightened her legs around him. She wanted to feel it. Perhaps after he marked her pussy as his with his cum she’d mention that she wasn’t dumb and thought to get an IUD before a party like this if there had been any chance she’d get someone. All she wanted at that moment was to feel his cum.
“Cum for me, please, sir!”
Her words did him in, his cock throbbing hotly inside her as he spilled thick loads inside her needy hole. The feeling of that warmth splattering her insides was the final straw for her, her cunt squeezing tight around him and making sure every last drop of cum had leaked out of his cock. There was so much, and it splattered with such force; it felt so hot to have brought such a man to her level, to let him know how it felt to have the fuck of his life.
And yet, as she came to, he was still up. His prick was softened and fully visible, and she looked down to the sight of his cum leaking out of her pussy. While she had dealt with three orgasms and looked rough and ruined, he was still standing, still proud, ready to keep going, and all she could do was keep up.
Becca felt like she had stepped into one of her friends’ darkest stories, and she was ready to tell her own.
“So, how’re you holding up?” He asked as he ran a hand down her side; only then did she realize that he was still caressing her.
“I, uh,” Becca replied, trying to figure out what she could even say. Swimming in a sea of lust and exhaustion, she was still trying to process everything that had happened. It was impossible; she thought for the longest time that she’d be stuck dealing with the annals of mediocre sex and that no amount of attempting to improve herself would do anything. She thought that resignation to college idiots on dating apps with no experience and no care would be the life she’d have to deal with. And then there came a man who seemed straight out of an erotica to dispel everything she ever knew about sex, and even then, he wasn’t ready to tap out just because he came. She didn’t even know what time it was.
The one thing she knew was that she wasn’t going to let this guy go because she looked done.
“I feel amazing…” Becca let out a deep sigh, bringing one hand into her hair and reaching for her ponytail to undo it, feeling how sticky and sweat-drenched it was, while the other ran along her body, her smile growing as she basked in how her skin tingled from the contact.
“Sure looked like you needed that,” he replied before letting out a deep laughter. Needed. As if she were done. She pushed herself off the mattress and stood proud, finally eye-to-eye with him before shuffling on the bed closer to him. Her fingers gripped onto his prick and gave him a slow stroke.
“Still do,” she replied. “After all, I can still walk.”
If her parents were going to disown her for something like this, she was going to go all the way with it and taste the juices of the forbidden fruit until they were codified on her taste buds and filled her throat.
She nervously looked down at his thick cock, glistening with juices and tip leaking with a small bit of his semen, and swallowed the lump forming in her throat. The worry about not fitting settled in again.