"Another glass of Sauvignon please."
"Coming right at ya, mate."
Corey stared on through his mask as the bartender poured yet another glass of the dark liquid into his glass. He sat quietly as music pulsed on behind him, the crowd swaying with the rhythm. He nursed this one drink, being his third, and could feel the incessant buzz of drunkenness warning him to slow down before he was consumed by it. He marveled at the beauty of the wine as he swished it around in his glass.
"How did I become so lonesome?"
He already knew the answer and downed the wine to prevent it from resurfacing again, with no such luck.
"I'm afraid."
Corey thought of the dozens of times he was approached for a study date, conversation, or even a simple question, and how he always managed to shy away. He remembered the countless times he let his friends go on to a party without him and how he went to the gym for the sake of not being alone. Now he wasn't antisocial, he just didn't like social occasions. But he yearned for them. There came many times when the sudden need for companionship, the need for someone to talk to and laugh with, and to hold became overpowering. When these times came, alcohol filled the void, just as it was doing now. . .
"One Sapphire Martini, please. Dirty with two olives, love," said a voice next to him.
Corey turned to the source of the melodious sound and nearly fell over at the sight of the beautiful woman that sat beside him. She was gorgeous! He stared into his empty glass but stole quick glances of her long, shapely legs leading to her strapless dress. It was a deep amber that perfectly accentuated her curves and her bust. He was amazed at how round and full her breasts were to be able to sit in that dress sans brassiere. She had the kind of hair that just made you want to run your fingers through it. The glitter from her mask was falling onto her face, and as she swayed to the music it was as if she were shining in the light, adding to the bewitching effect she had upon him.
The bartender set her drink in front of her and he must've been staring too long. She noticed and she turned to smile at him. Corey attempted to turn away, but her smile had him transfixed, and pulled at the corners of his own lips. She winked and turned to her drink. Corey blushed and dropped his head to his own, but he couldn't help stealing glances at the goddess beside him. He observed as she called for drink after drink and the glee she felt after each glass. She then reached into a hidden pocket in her dress and felt around.
"Ughh. Dammit," she said, flustered, as she pulled out her car keys.
"How about the next one be on me?" Corey heard himself say.
"That's so nice of you love, but I really don't want to inconvenience you!"
"You'd be inconveniencing yourself running all the way to the car and back. On me okay?"
What am I doing?
"Thank you, hun, you're so sweet!" she told him.
Corey didn't know if it was the alcohol, but he had no idea as to what compelled him to offer her a drink. She seemed to light up with the offer and she touched his shoulder as she thanked him. He felt a jolt of electricity run through him and he felt himself warm up to this girl.
"Why is such a hunk like you sitting here all alone at this bar?" she questioned him as she munched on another olive.
"Why is a hottie like you sitting all alone at this bar?" he fired back.
She pointed the toothpick with half an olive at him and smiled. "Because I'm, as the Americans say, a freshman at QUT. And by the looks of you, should be in the third year of tertiary," she teased.
"For your information, Freshie, I'm a sophomore, as they also say," he said with an indignant smirk.
She laughed at his attempt to seem bombastic and important and Corey eventually ended up laughing with her. He drank well into the night with this stranger and she eventually ended up lying back into his arms.
Corey could see and feel the effects of the alcohol on her. She became even more friendly and bubbly, definitely more relaxed. She sat in his arms and popped off her heels to reveal her perfectly manicured toes. She allowed him to run his fingers through her curly hair as she rested her head on his shoulder and laughed as he popped olives into her mouth. She suddenly sobered and looked at him quietly.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I don't know why, but it feels like I've known you my entire life," she told him.
Corey couldn't deny the mutual feeling, it was there, that total security they both held in each other's presence.
"It really does, doesn't it."
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Suddenly, he felt her soft foot rubbing his leg through his pants. He instantly blushed as she gently massaged his shin with her foot. He saw her hand running up and down her thigh, exposed by her dress which had ridden up. Now the alcohol was really setting in. He began to trace the delicate outline of her collarbone, massaging and venturing deeper as his finger soon sat in her cleavage. Corey was pleased when she smiled.
"I like that," she said as her face lit up into a smile.
He continued on without any inhibitions and outlined her plump breasts, and watched her shiver as he circled her nipples.
FLASH!
"COME ON DOWN HERE LOVEBIRDS, YOU GUYS GET TO BE THE FIRST COUPLE ON THE DANCEFLOOR FOR OUR SLOW JAMS!" Boomed the DJ.
Corey's hand quickly fell to his side. He could see that she was both shocked and excited as she pulled on her heels and pulled him enthusiastically to the dance floor. She placed her arm around his neck and his hand tentatively found its place in the small of her back. She easily fit into his physique, snugly placing her head on his shoulder.
"They think we're a couple!" she whispered into his ear with excitement.
"I don't blame them," he whispered back. "We were acting like two fools back there."
She laughed that beautiful laugh again and smiled that perfect smile. The smell of her hair was intoxicating and he buried his nose in its lush scent.
She started to discreetly lick and suck on his neck, and he felt her heartbeat racing as he pulled her closer to him. It was no hidden fact she was becoming aroused, and she let him know.
"I'm feeling so hot right now..." she said with the power of Aphrodite herself.
Corey blushed. Hard. He thanked God for the mask that hid his upper face.
"I'm not wearing any panties," she said nonchalantly as she nibbled on his earlobe and outlined his pinna with her tongue, all the while breathing heavily into his ear. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever experienced. She was in full sex mode, and every time her body touched his, he looked forward to moans.
"You're really making me wet," she said.
Her hand dropped to his chest as she pushed herself into his body and slowly gyrated her hips against his crotch. Corey felt his cock not just grow, but spring up. His arousal awakened something primal in him.
"I hope you're going somewhere with this," he told her.
"Should we?" she inquired with a devilish smile.
He grunted as his hand fell down to her ass as they ground into each other. As the first song ended, more people crowded onto the floor, and he subtly moved them through the crowd, working his way towards the back. He gently pushed her against the wall and kissed her, hungry for her. She pulled him until he was pressing her into the wall with no space between their bodies. His hands ran up and down her waist as his lips did their work, meeting her full, plump lips in a warm embrace.
She began to suck on his bottom lip and he groaned in response to the pleasurable pain. She opened her mouth and his tongue ventured cautiously into her mouth. Her tongue met his with feigned interest, lightly tapping the tip of his tongue before pushing it back into his mouth. He loved the sounds of her quick and short breaths as she was getting more turned on by the second. He ground his now fully erect penis into her pelvis, evicting moans and squeals of pleasure.
"Yes," she said between breaths.
She was restless against the wall, squirming under him as she moaned. She opened her mouth for him again and her tongue swirled around his, her mouth never finding enough of his. Their masks restrained them from going full out, but they didn't remove them. His hand found her breast and began to massage her nipple through the thin fabric of the dress, inciting more and more moans from her. His other hand snaked its way under her dress, but she then pushed him off of her. Corey stood there shocked.
"Not here, baby," she said between quick breaths.
Corey registered what she said and brought her over to one of the curtained couch areas in the back of the club. He quickly found a vacant compartment and drew the curtain.
Corey could tell she was excited by the thrill of having sex in the club, protected only by a thin curtain. She turned off the lights and pushed him onto the sofa, lustfully pouncing on top of him. His hands were all over her as he ripped off her mask and his own and threw them onto the table. He quickly unzipped her dress and was kneading her ass while she hungrily kissed and sucked on his muscular neck. She undid his tie and shirt while on top of him, running her fingers through his growing chest hair as he ran his fingers through her hair. She clutched at his chest in desperation, aggressively grinding her pelvis into his.
"Uhmm . . . ooohh. . . This feels so good. . ."
He easily turned her over and got on top.
Corey brought the dress down to her stomach and immediately started on her pert nipples. He had never seen breasts like hers. They were so round and firm, but also smooth and supple like her ass. She moaned on and on as he made his descent downward along with her dress, exposing her soaking wet muff. He burst out in a deep, throaty laugh at the site of her shave.
"What?!?" she replied alarmed.
He ran his finger through the happy face shaved within a heart design on her pubic mound.
"Oh!" she said before laughing herself.
Corey decided to catch her unawares and dove in between her legs. Her vulva was puffy and glistened with her natural lubrication. She yelped in surprise and pushed his head in deeper. He loved the wet atmosphere and the faint smell of baby wipes.
She squirmed and bucked as he reached places no one else ever did. His thumb kept her clit in constant play, further heightening her arousal. He licked, lapped, and nibbled anything and everything that was down there without taking a breath. She was taking extremely short breaths and he felt her body tremble and tense for orgasm.
"Fuck yes... Eat me good! Yes... unhhh..."
He continued his feast and she began to jerk under his tongue, but he held her by the hips firmly as she careened into orgasm. Throes of pleasure washed over her in ridiculous amounts as he continued to eat her out.
"You went down on me!" was all she could muster between breaths as she came to.
Corey smiled.
"That was the most amazing thing I could have gone through."
"You think that was?" he said with an amused grin.
Corey removed her dress from around her ankles and took off his pants. He put his cock in her mouth for only a second, knowing he would lose himself in the gratification if he allowed it. He grinned as he wondered if she could take his cock after having an orgasm from simple head.
He was dead wrong.
Corey was surprised at the warmth and the pressure of her pussy, right there only halfway in he almost blew his load. His eyes closed and he could feel the familiar contractions, but he quickly pulled out.
"Yea big boy!" She teased him.
He laughed and prepared himself this time. He pushed in slowly and groaned with the pleasure from her wet slit. She closed her eyes as he finally bottomed out. He began to thrust in and out, pinching and tugging her nipples in the process. She was lost in it all and so was he. Faster and faster he worked, his mind focused on blowing up inside of her.
"Ooooh fuck yes! Fuck me, fuck me right! Ooooh!"
The sound of her dirty talk fueled him on, pound after pound he groaned as she moaned in ecstasy.
"Mmmm, you gonna cum in my wet pussy? Hunh, baby? Go ahead and fill me up."
Deeper and deeper he ventured, laying on top of her as he slammed his penis in and out. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass was so erotic, and he enjoyed it coupled with her moans. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust herself onto his spear every time he flew in. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned directly in his ear, fueling him to work harder. He loved the feeling of her breasts jiggling under his chest after each thrust. Her nipples bore into his chest as he lay on top of her.
"Ooooh yes, baby! Fuck me hard and fast, fuck this tight little bitch's pussy."
"Fuck yes! Shit, I'm about to come!! Ohh SHIT! FUCK YES! Ooonhnhnnhh!"
"Uubh. . . unnhh. . .UNH!" were the sounds of the final wet thrusts.
She screamed as she again bucked under orgasm. He was surprised as he felt her cum shoot onto his penis and out onto his pelvis, he never had sex with a girl who squirted before. The fact that she knew how to squirt charged him into a frenzy. He fucked her as hard as he could until he could feel the familiar contractions building up.
"Fuck this young pussy! Fuck me, fuck me!"
"Ohhh I can feel it..." He told her.
"Fuck yesss, give it to me, deep inside of me!"
