My ears began to ache from the club’s blaring music, and I started looking for Aiden, my guy best friend, who had dragged me here after I was dumped by the guy I had been crushing on for the past six months.
Aiden was in the far corner of the room, sandwiched between two girls who were fondling him. Not surprisingly, this caused me to roll my eyes. No, he wasn’t a fuckboy, but he wouldn’t pass up a chance this good.
The two blondes each put a hand of Aiden’s on their full, rounded breasts. It wasn’t that he grabbed them that made me envious; rather, it was the fact that my breasts were noticeably smaller than theirs. I rolled my eyes, mournfully, as I examined my sweaty, exposed cleavage. As I reached out, I unexpectedly caught Aiden’s hand. He flashed me a smirk, his fire-amber eyes staring into my icy blues, melting away his disappointment.
He yelled, “Later, ladies,” to the blondes who looked at me with disdain and disappointment.
“We have to leave immediately!” Despite the constant blasting of music, I managed to get my message across.
“Yes, yes, that’s fine.”
The look I gave him conveyed my exhaustion and the depth of my sadness at being there.
As we stepped into the pitch-black night, the blaring music gradually subsided. At that hour, I really only cared about getting home and taking a quick shower before bed. In spite of the fact that neither of us had consumed a particularly large amount of alcohol, Aiden still offered to take me home. I insisted on it, at first, but then I needed him so badly at the time. Aiden covered my exposed, freezing body with his jacket. I was moved by his kind gesture and rested my head on his strong upper arm. Even though he was startled, he didn’t react negatively because he knew I needed emotional support.
We waited for our Uber in silence, for a few minutes, and I rested my head on his shoulder the entire way home.
Just as I was about to go inside, I turned back and asked if Aiden would want to stay, because the night was cold and it was pretty late. I have another bed where he could find comfort until the morning. He gave me a nod, and I ushered him in through the door. I led him to the bathroom, beckoning. He could freshen up, then I could grab us some snacks. Aiden and I were quiet the whole time. No words were exchanged verbally, but I could feel a conversation happening with our eyes.
While we were in my bathroom freshening up, I felt his hands slowly work their way up my tense back and shoulders. His hands were warm against my frozen shoulder. I stood behind the mirror, staring at the two of us as we were reflected in it. My shoulders were partially concealed by my coffee-brown hair. His normally white hands against my tanned skin had transformed into a soft pink from the chilly air tonight, and I couldn’t help but adore the contrast between us.
For the first time, I found myself admiring his physique. Even though his hair was noticeably paler than mine, the shade of brown was perfect. His coral-pink lips were more attractive than mine because they were fuller. When I looked at him, I couldn’t help but admire him. Whereas I was self-conscious about my appearance, he was confident in his.
No. No. No. In retrospect, I knew I would shudder to think about it. We were very close; he was my closest friend. I dare not screw this up.
I recoiled from his touch and made to pull away, but his grasp extended to my waist and tightened.
“Isabelle, you are so hot” His voice was sharp and his mouth was mere centimeters from mine.
I was disappointed that he was drunk because I knew he wouldn’t say such a thing while sober. “And you’re drunk,” I said.
He protested his innocence by smiling. A smile that was strong enough to correct my statement. He wasn’t drunk.
His arms slithered around my petite waist, and I didn’t have the heart to resist them.
“You want this. Don’t you?”
Before I could say anything, his thumb was softly tracing my belly button as though his body needed permission to act severely on my body tonight.
“Yes. I do want it tonight,” I weakly exclaimed.
“What was that?” He mocked as though not able to hear me.
“Please. I want you tonight,” I said louder for him to hear this time.
With a single, powerful tug, he had me over his tiny, strong waist with my legs wrapped around. We dominated the rhythm that ebbed and flowed between each other with our lips and tongues. My chest tightened as his hands investigated further and further into my body as if he could read every nerve that coursed through me.
The following minute flew by much faster than I had anticipated. The T-shirt I was wearing had been torn in half. After laying me flat, he ripped off my underwear and moaned after inhaling the strong odor it gave off.
When he whimpered, “You have no fucking idea how much I wanted to do this,” all I could do was smile.
My heart leapt at the mere idea of him fucking me since we met, and my legs pulled him in for another passionate kiss. This kiss could be better described. Conditions were warm and damp. I inhaled the vapors of his whiskey-infused breath.
While kissing I felt something touch my lips. It was his two fingers that interfered with the passionate kiss. Two fingers that were set to destroy me tonight. While they were wet, he pressed them against my genitalia, causing me to arch back and hold the sheets that were about to get soaked. My body wanted to lunge for his but he was too strong as his other hand pinned me down from the stomach.
“Look at me!” I was trembling in both fear and anticipation at his demand. I stared at him trying not to flinch at the strong fingering he was giving me. Something inside me made me want to disobey him and I wondered what would happen if I did. And so I did.
He slid another finger inside of me and I tightened my grasp on the sheets. The teamwork of his fingers was excellent as they had located my g-spot. I congratulated him by giving him a smile with a glimmer of defeat and glee.
Disappointment rushed down my body as he slid his fingers out just when orgasm began to build up. He noticed it and said, “Not so fast.”
“I hope I’m in for a treat tonight,” I cooed into his ear.
His muscular figure stood before me, and I watched as he began undoing his pants. The bulge on his pants breathed as it dropped into a large erect penis. Veins ran down all over it, and I couldn’t help but notice the beauty spot on the foreskin.
Once again he pulled me by my thighs until I was on the edge of my bed. His slow tongue left wet kisses on the insides of my thighs till I could feel them reach my womanhood. I twisted as he French kissed my vulva making it wetter as I felt a drop run down my butthole. His tongue seemed to have a will of its own as it sped around the edges of my butt hole, licking every last drop of liquid that was expelled from my body.
I teased by giving him a smile as his face emerged from between my thighs. I liked at first how he took things nice and slow at first then his tenderness melted as he began to hunt what he explored throughout my body. He began licking and sucking softly on my nipples and commented on how soft my breasts felt against the walls of the insides of his cheeks. My nipples stiffened even more by this.
My hands reached for his elevated penis and slowly began to stroke it in an upward and downward motion. My thumb touched the tip of it and he shuddered with excitement. While this was going on, he was quick enough to allow his fingers to reach my clitoral area.
At the same time, we both started moaning and breathing the same air in and out of our mouths. We were about to have an orgasmic experience when he backed away.
“Not yet,” he said as his fingers penetrated my mouth and asked me to spit on it. I found myself blindly obeying him. He then took it and applied it to the tip of his penis making it wet.
My wet vulva welcomed him by enfolding itself around him. When they locked in on him, I let out a squeal of joy and pain.
My eyes rolled back for the first few slow strokes then my body relaxed inviting him to do more. They finally focused on him and I gasped for air. He hissed and groaned as I moaned his name and we both rocked the bed.
“Oh- Fuck!” I said the moment his strokes quickened.
Before I could open my eyes we both orgasmed to a surprising amount of white liquid emerging from our sweaty genitals. His head rolled back as mine and his limp body crashed beside mine onto the bed. For some time, we lay in utter silence and enjoyed our heavy breaths. As this made me want some more, I went…
“Let’s do it again”