Managing to pull ourselves apart we down some more shots at the bar before continuing to make out in the middle of the dancefloor. The time passes by smoothly now. The bar is at full capacity and I’ve now completely lost track of all my friends. I’m at a level of numbness that I’m comfortable with. The liquor has softened my brain; all my thoughts are soft and the colour yellow.
Kandice’s’ kisses turn more fevered and I have a distinct feeling she’s getting impatient for more. She pulls away and giggles to herself. I watch as she unwraps herself from me and steps back. It’s not light enough to see, but I’m pretty sure I can feel a pool of her wetness on my jean-clad thigh.
I only wish I was that turned on. I may have been supporting a semi most of our time dancing, but unfortunately nothing more than that.
For some reason, the hands that are roaming my body aren’t turning me on. Maybe it’s the alcohol taking effect. Maybe it’s because my hands are wanting the feel of soft curves where there are none. Maybe because my mind pictures the petite brunette that now takes up residence in the bedroom next to mine. I know it’s the hands touching me that are the problem, they don’t belong to the right person.
Suddenly Kandice grips my hand and leads me towards the restrooms. I let her lead me because I need this. I want to feel like my normal self again. She pushes heavily against the side exit door and steps out into the back alley.
If I were in the right frame of mind I’d turn us around and send her home. She’s very clearly drunk and I’d be taking advantage of her. But, as I am in a similar state of inebriation I continue on my quest to get into her pants. Or under her skirt, as it were.
She pushes against my shoulders, shoving me back against rough bricks. Her lips clash against mine and I notice the lack of gloss. Her hand travels from my shoulder down to my chest, feeling over my ridged abs to the belt of my jeans. Her fingers brush against me, working my cock over the material of my jeans. She cups and strokes my semi while I close my eyes tight shut. I try my hardest to just give in, to feel the pleasure of her touch.
When nothing happens, I pull away from the sloppy tongue dance we were doing. I admit defeat.
“I can’t, I’m sorry.”
“Is something wrong?” She looks pointedly down at my crotch as if expecting my dick to answer her.
“Yeah. I don’t mean this the way it’s going to sound but, it’s not me, it’s you.” Before I even have half a second to explain a sound resonates around us and my cheek blooms with heat.
Fair enough, I definitely deserved that one.
“What a jerk! What a waste of a night.” She’s already walking away, exiting the alleyway out onto the street.
I wait a few minutes trying to pull myself together enough to figure out what the fuck just happened. When nothing comes to mind but Natasha I know I need to get out of here.
8
Hayden
“Oh fuck,” I grunt out loud. I grip my shaft tighter in my palm trying to imagine what it would feel like if I were inside tiny little Natasha.
I close my eyes to picture her. I’m not having much luck; I’ve been trying to get off for fifteen minutes. It’s just not happening.
I hear footsteps down the hallway but I can’t tell if they’re in my imagination or real life. I find out when there’s an audible gasp from across the room. I open my eyes to see my Natasha standing in the doorway.
Hmm, I guess I’m not the only one who barges in without knocking.
“I thought I heard...” her mouth stops moving as her eyes lock on my bare cock in my hand. “Something,” she weakly finishes her sentence.
Her eyes don’t leave my hand as it continues to stroke my dick. I keep moving, watching her watch me is maybe the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. She doesn’t have to do anything, with her just standing and staring I can already start to feel my balls tightening.
My hips start thrusting up from the bed to meet my hand. I can imagine I’m fucking her, her tight pussy clenching me as she edges closer and closer towards her orgasm. She’d be wearing the exact expression that she has on now, that cute blush that tries to cover the intrigue and lust that fires in her eyes. She wants it. I know she wants it and I bet if I were to touch her right now her pussy would be dripping wet.
All that wetness just for me. It has me salivating for a taste of her rosy hidden flesh.
My body almost convulses as everything comes surging to the forefront. My orgasm rushes over me and my seed squirts out onto my belly. I slow down my hand, milking my cock for the last of my cum. I look back up to see Natasha chewing on her lip.
Our eyes connect and something passes between us. The feeling lingers causing goose bumps to rise on my exposed skin. Never have I had such an intimate moment with someone, feeling so exposed but so fucking hot at the same time.
One second she’s there and the next she’s gone. She flies out of the room leaving me alone as I recover from what’s definitely a top ten orgasm. And now she’s going to freak out and continue freezing me out like she’s been doing for the past week.
In the short space of time I’ve been here I’ve learned one thing for sure, Natasha is skittish. She puts on a solid brave face until you start to get close - only then you can see the fractures. She keeps everyone at arm’s length because then it’s easier to hide what you’re really feeling.
I think she’s been hiding from me because I can see past it all. I see past all the fluff to the tender goddess that’s hiding within. Sometimes I wonder if she sees it; if she even knows that she doesn’t show off her full self to anyone outside of her comfort zone. I’ll be forever grateful that I forced my way into her apartment and therefore into her comfort zone.
I can’t contain my evil ass laugh as I jump in the shower. Boy, am I going to regret that later.
