For several days, my roommate and I stayed glued to weather channel as the hurricane swirled its way towards us. My parents wanted me to come home. I wanted to experience my first hurricane party. When it became clear the storm’s landfall wouldn’t be on top of us, I decided to stay.
My roommate’s boyfriend had a place off campus. They had parties just about every weekend, so it came as little surprise that they threw a hurricane party.
We got to the party just as the first really heavy winds and flooding rains reached us. We found the apartment filled with people, kegs and bottles of liquor. Loud music filled the air and it seemed like no one cared about the weather outside besides me. It was my first hurricane and the sound of the wind fascinated me, I couldn’t resist peeking out the windows. That’s where Kevin spotted me.
“First hurricane?” He asked.
“Is it that obvious?”
He nodded his head and gave me a bit of a grin. Every time we talked, he gave me a bit of a grin but not much more unless there was alcohol involved.
“We don’t have many hurricanes come through Illinois.”
“They’re fun at first, but the days without power afterward get old really quick.”
“Fingers crossed that we don’t have to deal with anything like that this time.”
“Fingers crossed.” He looked at the sliding glass door with me and together we watched the wind blow around full sized palm trees and rain pelt the ground outside.
“Wait until the winds get even stronger later. Of course, you won’t want to be near any windows when that happens.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Where’s your boyfriend tonight?”
Even though Kevin and I often found ourselves paired together it was because our friends were going out. There may have been more than just grins a few times after a few too many drinks, but nothing that involved clothes coming off. He wanted more. I wanted more too. Most girls would describe him as hot and he had the body of someone that took care of himself, but it was more than just looks. He was older and more mature than most guys, even if the age difference came to just two years. He would graduate in the spring and already had a job lined up that would get him a head start on the corporate ladder.
“We broke up.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He said it with a plain face, it seemed too genuine.
Before our conversation could continue another girl came up and grabbed him away from me. I recognized her from the parties. I recognized her as coming out his bedroom the following mornings after the parties.
I couldn’t blame him. She was blonde and by all definitions good looking, not to mention the perfect size four body with perky tits and a round ass that she showed off in far too tight jeans and skirts. I’m brunette, more of the girl next door. I had full breasts, but I didn’t run around showing them off like her. I wanted guys to notice me for my brains, but right now I felt like the ugly duckling.
I watched him from a distance and I caught him glancing at me, but I also caught him disappearing with her down the hallway towards the bedrooms. There were other guys there, but I’ll admit none of them really caught my attention like Kevin. I talked with them, maybe even flirted, but it stopped there.
They weren’t gone long, in fact so short that I thought that they barely had enough time for a quickie. I couldn’t blame him, he wasn’t my boyfriend, just a crush.
As the hours passed by and the storm became stronger, the party thinned out. I found myself talking to a cute, but not Kevin, guy from my English Lit 102 class. I also found myself extra horny. I could blame the alcohol. I could blame the fact that I hadn’t had sex in over a month. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some sort of slut that goes out there fucking every man she comes across, but after being in a serious relationship with sex on a daily basis, I had cravings that my own fingers couldn’t satisfy on the nights my roommate slept at her boyfriends. And maybe partially I could blame the fact that I wanted to be the girl that Kevin fucked, even if it was just a quickie.
Yet before anything could happen Kevin found me and scared away the other guy. He didn’t do it on purpose or at least it didn’t seem like it. He just stopped by, introduced himself to English Lit and took over the conversation.
“Are you sleeping on the couch tonight?” He asked as we watched more people leave a half hour later.
“I was planning on it, unless you were going to give me your bed.” The couch was my usual bed after parties at the apartment and I didn’t plan on changing that tonight. I had already claimed it. “This storm is a little too much for me. I don’t think I’m driving home until it’s over.”
“Well it looks like Becky has taken over your spot.”
I looked at the couch and saw the blonde passed out across it. I couldn’t help but frowning. “I’ll help you move her to your bed.”
“Who says I want her in my bed.”
“C’mon, I know that you and her have something going on.”
He shook his head.
“I’ve seen her come out of your bedroom in the mornings.” I started to get annoyed and couldn’t hide the tone in my voice. I knew he wasn’t a virgin and I knew he wanted to get into my pants, but he had always been a perfect gentleman letting me make the first moves.
“In the past.”
“What about when you two disappeared earlier?”
“We just talked.”
“Yeah right. About what?”
“I asked her to stop coming around here. We stopped seeing each other a few weeks ago.”
“Really?” I tried, but failed to not sound too excited.
He shook his head yes. I wanted to believe him and most of me did.
We watched the storm together. “I guess I’ll sober up, then drive home during a lull. I wasn’t drunk, more like a buzz. If I stopped drinking for an hour or so, I would be fine to drive home. I wanted to jump into his bed, but at the same time I didn’t want him to think I was that kind of girl.
“You’re welcome to sleep in my bed tonight.” It was like he could read my mind.
“Then where would you sleep?”
“In my bed too. It’s a big bed.”
“I don’t know.” I didn’t know if I could trust myself and while I wasn’t a virgin either, I had only slept with three guys and all of them were what I would define as serious relationships.
“I promise I’ll stay on one side, you can have the other.”
“No funny business.” I felt silly saying it, but I didn’t want to get involved with a guy like him. I liked him, but I also knew he didn’t want anything serious, he just liked to enjoy the moment. “You’ll keep your hands to yourself?”
“I promise.” He didn’t have a good track record of keeping his hands to himself. There had been other nights where we drank a lot more and ended up in bed together. Clothes may have never come off, but that didn’t stop him from fondling me and us dry humping as we made out. Yet I believed him.
We didn’t go directly to the bedroom, instead we hung out and talked with the remaining people there. At least until a strong gust of wind that felt like it shook the whole apartment took the power with it.
The apartment plunged into darkness and flashlights came out, followed by the lighting of candles. That put an end to the party for Kevin and me. We used the power outage as an excuse to ditch the rest of the party. I followed Kevin with my heart pounding.
He set up two candles on either side of the bed, then made sure we both had water. I climbed into his bed with my body hoping that he wouldn’t stay on his side of the bed, yet my body thinking otherwise.
The wind rattled the window panes, the rain pelted the outside walls, yet I don’t think I would’ve been able to get any sleep even if it had been perfectly quiet outside. I couldn’t stop thinking about the man next to me. He was silent, but I could tell he wasn’t asleep yet.
Without any electricity the lack of air conditioning started to get noticeable. We only had the sheet on over us, but we soon both twisted our way out from underneath it. I wanted to take off my clothes and it had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.
I wanted to roll over and kiss him. What would be so bad about that? Nothing except that I knew that we would do a whole lot more than just kiss.
I couldn’t deny myself anymore finally I made the first move. I kissed him softly on the lips. He pulled me closer and our lips locked in a lust filled kiss.
He took as the green light that he was waiting for. In a matter of minutes I ended up on my back with him crawling all over me. His hands explored my body, our bodies intertwined coming as close as one could to having sex without removing any clothes.
I knew he didn’t want anything serious, he just wanted to get me out of my clothes and for once that was all I wanted too.
My shirt, then in quick succession my bra came off. His hands fondled my bare breasts and his mouth focused on my nipples, making me just want him more and more. I had never been so turned on by another man. I had never wanted someone so bad.
His shirt came off, exposing his toned body. I couldn’t resist licking his tight muscles. All of our clothes came off except his boxers and my lace panties. His cock filled his shorts and fought to get out. The thin fabric of my panties the only thing stopping him from plunging deep inside of my wetness.