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Sitting on a worn leather L couch in a friend of a friends house, can in hand, sipping away while music roared and the crowd grew. He sat anxiously, totally ignorant of the hustling and bustling party around him. He was waiting, waiting to hear from her. He hadn’t heard from her in two days. It was strange, she never implied that interest was dwindling or that boredom was creeping in, so if that was the case it certainly wasn’t apparent.
He finished his can, opened another and sat back down. He took his phone from his pocket, nothing. Placing his phone on the table he slumped back into the couch.
“Hey! Stop being so bloody anti-social!”
He turned around following the voice. It was Chris, beckoning him to join in the beer pong, he stood up, reluctantly and made his way over……
20 minutes into the game and he had resided to the fact that it wasn’t his forte. Swaying away from the table, he stumbled into a group of students from his class, jokes were made about his appalling lack of ability at the game which everyone seemed to be watching.
“At least he has his looks” giggled a girl he vaguely recognised, he looked at her, deep into her dark brown minstrel like eyes, totally engaged. It was only as he zoomed out he noticed her perfect sallow skin and quirky smile. She wasn’t dressed like the rest of the girls at the party, in their short skirts and dresses, she wore ripped skinny jeans, black converse a white Beatles print t shirt and a leather jacket. He re-joined the conversation, embarrassed by how long he’d spent ogling her. He tried to keep his focus what people were saying but was constantly distracted by her, her eyes like magnets to his. Suddenly his trance was broken as she spoke, offering him a cigarette; he didn’t smoke, but accepted without hesitation.
Stepping out into the back garden it was quieter, colder. Through a cloud of smoke appeared her face, lips first, parted slightly he awaited contact, her kiss was harder than he imagined, biting at his lower lip, his hands found their way around her waist, up her back, through her hair. Her breath was hot and sweet, visible in the cold. Her hands explored beneath his t shirt, squeezing down his jeans, finding his hard cock.
Fumbling backwards, to a corner in the garden where the heater stood, she kissed down his front, opening his belt, taking his cock into her mouth, she licked and sucked him slowly before sliding a condom down his shaft. Undoing her jeans, she stood up and pulled them down to her knees, turning her back to him, hands pressed against the cold stone wall. He crouched behind her, his knees behind hers. She pushed her ass up into his crotch as he pointed his dick downwards and plunged deep inside her. He moved slowly, kissing her neck as he slid in and out of her hot wet pussy.
Holding her hair in one hand, he pulled her head back while with the other he reached around to circle her clit. She started to moan louder, grinding back into him faster and faster, she panted ‘yes….fuck yes’ picking up his pace he too felt the growing wave of orgasm looming, waiting to crash down upon them. Rocking back and forth on his cock she pushed him over the edge as his cock started to pump while she frantically collapsed into orgasm, his dick still hard inside her.
It was cold yet both their faces were flushed and glistening with sweat. They dressed briskly and re-joined the party, she winked at him as she disappeared into the kitchen. As if in a euphoric trance, he instinctively picked up his phone and his heart skipped a beat as he read;
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