“I really don’t want to go,” Chloe whined, sitting on the couch in just a t-shirt and pair of panties.
“Chloe,” Hannah sighed, exasperated. “Come on. Put some pants on. You need to get out. You need to interact with people.”
“I don’t wanna,” Chloe pouted.
Hannah grabbed her by the wrists and tugged her off the couch.
“Ugh,” Chloe grumbled, standing. “I hate pants. I hate people.”
“Then wear a dress.”
Chloe rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pair of jeans from her dresser and slid them on. She glanced at herself quickly in the mirror, smoothing her hair behind her ears. Her tight jeans clung to her hips and butt, while her shirt hugged her bust. “Fine. I’m ready.”
“Really? Jeans and a t-shirt?” Hannah said, disapprovingly.
“Yup.” Chloe tugged her high-top sneakers on and grabbed her purse.
“How’re you going to get laid in jeans and a t-shirt?”
“I don’t need to get laid. I have my vibrator,” Chloe giggled.
“You need a real cock. If you had one of those recently, you’d be all tarted up and ready to go get some more.”
Chloe just laughed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sex. She did. A lot. But in order to have sex, you had to interact with someone. Talking with people she didn’t know well always made her anxious. She also hated going out with Hannah, who often left her the minute a mildly attractive man started talking to her.
Chloe absently stirred at the bright red slush in front of her. She was already on her second daiquiri. Predictably, Hannah had abandoned her soon after they arrived at the bar. Her friend was now happily chatting with a skinny guy who had a stupid mustache, running her hands coquettishly up his arms. His friend had tried talking to her, but Chloe had waved him off. She was fine sitting here alone, if a little frustrated that she had allowed Hannah to talk her into leaving the house at all. Her plan was to drink until Hannah decided they could leave, then she’d crawl into bed, probably with her vibrator. She took a quick sip of her drink and then pulled her phone out, returning to the book she’d been reading. While she’d prefer to be reading in the bath, she supposed that this would work too. At least here she didn’t have to make her own drinks.
A man approached the bar and stood next to her. Chloe’s eyes roved over him, subconsciously sizing him up out of the corner of her eye. He was tall, wearing a white t-shirt and a baseball cap. He looked down and smiled briefly at her. She returned his smile, but then turned her eyes shyly back to her phone. He ordered a beer and sat down beside her, glancing at her again before taking a swig of his drink.
She sucked the last of her daiquiri up through the straw and then ordered a third. While she didn’t usually drink this much, she figured there wasn’t anything else to do here. She turned back to her phone, trying to focus on what she was reading. Her eyes kept wandering from her screen, though, and darting over to him. She found herself both idly wishing that he would try to talk to her, and truly terrified by the prospect of attempting to make small talk with this attractive stranger. Their eyes met a few times, causing a light blush to spread across her face. Chloe bit her lip anxiously, sure he was thinking about how weird she was. She wished, not for the first time, that she were the kind of girl who could just talk to someone, without turning it into some ridiculously monumental obstacle. She looked back at her phone, trying to resist the urge to glance over at him again.
After unsuccessfully attempting to read for another few minutes, she decided that she would just leave. She turned, her eyes roving over the bar and searching for Hannah. By now, the room had become rather crowded, and she couldn’t see her friend anywhere. She spun back to the bar in frustration. The quick movement, combined with the two daiquiris she had just drained, made her lose her balance. Her elbow careened into her drink, tipping it over with a clatter. She watched in horror as the full glass of slush spewed over the bartop, splattering across the pristine white shirt of the man sitting next to her.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, humiliation washing over her. “I’m so sorry.” Her face blushed as bright as her drink, her eyes wide and darting anxiously over his face.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a small smile, looking down at the red stains spreading across his shirt. He grabbed a napkin and patted half-heartedly at his shirt. He looked back up at her, his smile softening as he noticed the real worry that covered her face. “Accidents happen,” he tried placating her.
“I’m sorry,” Chloe repeated, grabbing a handful of napkins and desperately trying to mop up the slush on the counter. She hovered anxiously next to him. Her eyes stung with tears of embarrassment. “I ruined your shirt. I feel awful.”
“It’s fine. Really,” he replied, his grin spreading. “It cost maybe ten dollars. It’s not the end of the world.” He reached out and squeezed her forearm briefly, trying to reassure her.
She looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes. “I have stain remover in my purse,” she offered, still frowning in distress.
“Really?” he laughed. “Why do you have stain remover?”
“I have a penchant for spilling things,” she replied sheepishly. She cast her eyes down to the table again, her frown deepening.
“It’s really not a big deal. I’ll go try to wipe it off in the bathroom, if that’ll make you happy.”
“I just feel really bad.” She looked up at him again, searching his face for anger and finding only mild amusement.
“Come help me then. Bring your stain stuff.” He took a step towards the restrooms, still facing Chloe, a questioning look on his face. She hesitated for a moment, her thoughts teetering between obligation and warning. She knew she shouldn’t go off alone with this stranger. He seemed nice enough, but anyone could pretend to be nice for a few minutes. Nevertheless, she felt she owed him at least an attempt at salvaging his shirt. She glanced around for Hannah, hoping for some guidance. Her friend was on the opposite side of the bar, head thrown back mid-laugh. Chloe looked back at the man in front of her, unable to decide what to do.
“I’m Jacob,” he said. “In case you were wondering.”
“Chloe,” she replied, a nervous smile flicking across her face. With that, her body made up its mind. Clutching her purse to her shoulder, she moved forward, following him across the bar.
Jacob pushed the door to the men’s room open, turning to face her as she entered after him.
She met his eyes for a moment, before looking down and fumbling in her purse, eventually pulling out a small stain remover stick. She handed it to him hesitantly, their fingers brushing.
He pressed it against his shirt, but nothing happened. He looked back up at her and shrugged, grinning. “I think it’s too complicated for me.”
“Here,” she said, tentatively stepping forward and taking the stick back. She laid one hand against his chest and pressed against the now red fabric with her pen. The color slowly faded to a bright pink as she busied herself running it over the material of his shirt.
“So… you spill your drink on lots of guys, or am I special?” He grinned down at her.
Chloe paused, her eyes darting up to meet his nervously. Suddenly, she was very conscious of the fact that she was in the men’s bathroom of a bar, alone except for a man she had just met and knew nothing about. She became uncomfortably aware of the heat of his body. His chest under her hand. Their closeness. And his eyes on her face. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat, a potent mixture of alcohol, nervousness, and impetuous desire suddenly making it hard to breathe. She swallowed, trying to regain her composure.
“Maybe it would be easier if you took your shirt off,” she said, stepping backward, hoping to put some distance between them.
He raised his eyebrows at her, and she blushed furiously, realizing what she’d just said.
“You trying to get me naked?” he grinned.
“No, not like that,” she stammered. “I just -”
He pulled his shirt over his head. Chloe’s eyes widened, taking him in, dancing over the tattoos on his chest. His smile broadened, noting her attention. He stuck his arm out and handed her his shirt. She grabbed it and turned hurriedly to the sink, her back to him. She tried to focus on running her stain stick pen over the drink spots. She willed the heat in her face to dissipate, her breathing to steady, and, most of all, her mind to stop thinking about him standing behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body heat. She could sense his eyes, moving over the back of her neck. She wondered if he could tell how tense she was. If he knew how he was making her feel. If he was thinking about her the same way that she was thinking about him.
Finally, she turned back to him and held his shirt out. He took it, but made no move to put it back on.
“Thanks for being so nice,” she said finally, trying to keep her eyes off of his chest but unable to look him in the eyes. She settled on his chin, hoping he didn’t notice.
“I’m not nice,” he responded, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her t-shirt.
“Yes, you are,” she said, thinking that not very many people would have been so calm about having a drink spilled all over them.
“No, I’m not,” he repeated, his voice deepening intensely as he took a step towards her.
Her heart skipped a beat, a sudden ripple of fear washing over her. She looked at his face anxiously and was met with a smirk. It managed to convey a feral lust, but also a certain sense of tenderness.
She smiled back at him, her fear dissolving. The alcohol overpowered her normal shyness and made her suddenly bold and impulsive. Before she could think about it, she looked him squarely in the eyes. “Prove it,” Chloe said.
A grin spread across his face, ripe with carnal desire. He took a step towards her, reaching out and grabbing the back of her head, his hand tightening in her hair. He tipped her head back and pulled her to his mouth, their lips meeting. She gasped, her hand moving to his chest to steady herself, as she was caught off guard and unbalanced. She stretched up on her tiptoes to reach him better, kissing him back, and pressing her body against his. His intensity and obvious desire for her fueled her own, banishing any unease she had. She ground her hips against him and moaned softly into his mouth. His free hand wrapped around her, running over her and resting on her lower back, pulling her tighter to him. His cock swelled against her hips, and she could feel her panties dampening in response. She moved her hand between their bodies, rubbing him through his jeans. His breathing grew faster as he teased her lower lip between his teeth. Her hand tightened over him, squeezing slightly.
With a groan, Jacob spun her around fast, pushing her against the sink and bending her over the cold porcelain. Her breath caught as her hips slammed into the sink. He leaned over her and kissed the side of her neck urgently. She let out a soft whimper, desperate for him to be inside of her already. The knowledge that he felt the same only intensified her need.
Before she could reach for her button or zipper, he grabbed her jeans and tugged them down roughly over her hips, pulling her panties with them. He grabbed her ass in both hands, kneading her as he bent over her and sucked against the side of her neck hungrily. He slid one hand between her thighs, a finger brushing over her clit. She moaned, pressing her bare ass back against him, rubbing against his hardness through his pants. She found herself waiting on bated breath, longing to feel what he would do next. He slowly parted her lips, a satisfied sigh escaping his throat as his fingers discovered how wet she already was. She moaned louder, her head tipping back. Her need for him was reaching near deliriousness.
He unzipped, pushing his own jeans and briefs down around his legs, his erect member springing forward and pressing against her slick sex. He rubbed himself against her. She groaned and gyrated back against him, growing wetter. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading her, his dick pushing into her tight pussy slowly.
She gripped the side of the sink, whimpering with desire.
Groping her ass one last time, his hands slid to her hips, pulling her against him fiercely as he thrust his whole length into her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, trying to keep her noises low, conscious of the bar full of people just on the other side of the door.
He started a slow rhythm, fucking her deep. She stood on her tiptoes, gyrating back against him, wanting him to go faster. She clung to the sink, her calf muscles starting to burn, and her rising pleasure making it difficult to keep standing. His hands dug into her hips, his fingers pressing into her bare flesh. She whimpered, tightening around him and pressing backward.
With a crash, the door flew open, the previously muddled noise from the bar now assaulting them. Both Chloe and Jacob’s heads snapped up to look at the door, Jacob pausing mid-thrust. Hannah’s mustached friend stood in the doorway, staring at them dumbfounded.
“Shit,” Chloe gasped, her hands scrambling frantically to cover herself, still pinned between Jacob and the sink, with her pants around her ankles. Panic and embarrassment overwhelmed her.
After what felt like a lifetime, Jacob finally pulled out of her and took a step back, tugging his own pants up. Chloe grabbed her jeans and yanked them up hurriedly. Her face felt like it was on fire. Feeling exposed and humiliated, she shoved past the man in the doorway, who was still gawking at them.
She raced through the bar, barely seeing anything, her head down. She slammed into the front door, pushing it open and stepping outside into the parking lot. The cool night breeze tingled against her flushed cheeks, soothing their heat. She sucked in a breath of fresh air, trying to calm her pounding heart. She walked to the edge of the parking lot and leaned against a black pick-up truck. Her head was still spinning and her sex throbbed, protesting its emptiness. She took another deep breath, closing her eyes.
“Hey. You forgot something.”
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up, startled. Jacob stood before her, holding her purse out. He had put his shirt back on, and Chloe was distressed to see that it still bore the light pink marks of her clumsiness.
“Thank you,” she said softly, taking her purse from him, her heartbeat quickening again.
“Come back inside. Let me buy you another drink,” he said.
“I don’t think I want to go back in,” she said, her face still flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment and exertion.
He laughed. “Why not? Are you afraid that guy already told everyone we were screwing in the bathroom?”
She blushed furiously, her gaze sinking to their feet. As her eyes descended, his crotch grabbed her attention. She could see that he was still straining against his pants.
Her eyes darted back to his face timidly, trying to assess his feelings. He’d seen her naked, losing control in a way perhaps no one else ever had. It made her uneasy, vulnerable, and ashamed.
“I should probably go,” she said, unable to handle the tension any longer.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Her eyes strayed down to the bulge in his pants once more.
He grinned at her in an acknowledgment of her gaze and took a purposeful step closer.
She bit her lip nervously but then looked up and met his eyes with her own. He moved one hand tenderly to the back of her neck and pulled her close, kissing her softly. She kissed him back, as his hand slid down to squeeze her butt through her pants. Chloe was unable to resist him. Her guilt evaporated and was quickly overwhelmed with lust once more. She found herself drawn to him, her body yearning to be fucked by him again. She liked the hungry way his eyes roved over her, his gaze rendering her naked. She liked knowing he was thinking about her writhing on his cock, while his hands caressed her curves. She ground her hips forward, rubbing against his hardness, hoping to convey her desire.
He turned her around leisurely, her ass now against him, his mouth returning to her neck. He kissed just beneath her ear, making her knees weak. His hands found her hips, sliding under her shirt and across the bare skin above her jeans. Moving to her front, one of them slipped between her and the material. She inhaled sharply, and her hips jumped at him. He slid his hand slowly lower, teasing at her panty line, before gliding down her smooth mound and rubbing against her clit for a moment. Chloe gasped and pushed back at him, grinding on him, willing him to move faster. His slow tease was making her crazy. Her shame was long forgotten, replaced by an uncontrollable need for his cock. Then, his hand slid down and pressed a finger into her. She moaned loudly, accepting them as a temporary substitute. He nibbled at her ear, his tongue flicking over her earrings, his teeth clicking softly against the metal. He slid a second finger into her, stroking her and making her legs buckle. He quickly wrapped his free hand around her waist, holding her up as her legs would no longer support her.
“This is my truck,” he growled against her ear, his fingers continuing to curl against her. “I could take you somewhere we won’t get interrupted again.”
Her eyes widened and she exhaled sharply. He slid his hand out of her pants and turned her towards the truck. He yanked the door open and boosted her inside, before rounding the front of the truck and moving into the driver’s seat.
Chloe stood behind him anxiously as Jacob unlocked the door, a mixture of lust and anxiety making her jittery. The effects of the alcohol had faded on the short drive, leaving her alone with her nerves. He held the door open and motioned for her to enter before him. She glanced around the room apprehensively, before turning to face him. She was hesitant again, unsure of herself.
Immediately, his hands were on her sides, caressing her skin under her shirt, his mouth finding the side of her neck. She let out a soft moan and instinctively tipped her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to him. Jacob nibbled at her ear and then kissed down to her shoulder.
Chloe found herself melting against him, her hands running over his back. His hands roamed up her sides and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. He unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor as his hands traipsed over her, squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers. She moaned louder as he guided her to the couch. They both kicked their shoes off, and then he sat, pulling her into his lap. She straddled him, biting daintily at his neck and wiggling her hips against him slightly. He paused, pulling back and letting his eyes roam over her naked chest. Chloe moved her hands to cover herself, feeling self-conscious with her bare breasts exposed. He gently pulled her hands away, his gaze loitering on her defenseless flesh.
His scrutiny was too much. She slowly slid off of him, needing him to focus on something else. She dropped to her knees on the floor between his legs. She looked up at him hesitantly, before reaching for his belt and unbuckling it. He stared at her intently, as he lifted his hips and helped her slide his pants down, his breathing growing faster in anticipation. Tugging his briefs down, she wrapped one hand around his erect member, squeezing briefly before lowering her head to him. She slowly licked up his shaft, her tongue flicking over his head. She paused, glancing up at him timidly again. He laced his hands through her hair, encouraging her to continue.
She turned her head down once more, her mouth enveloping him. His hand tightened on a fistful of her hair, guiding her head up and down over him gently.
She ran her hands up his thighs, growing more confident with his obvious enjoyment. Her own sex pulsed as she relaxed her throat, taking him deeper. He groaned, his hold on her hair becoming a vice-like grip. She bobbed her head up and down more enthusiastically, enjoying his low noises. His undeniable pleasure and firm grasp in her hair were getting to her. She moaned around him, her hands groping his thighs. She could taste his precum and sucked against him harder, before he tugged her off of him abruptly, using her hair to maneuver her.
He stood up quickly, scooping her up effortlessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he carried her into the bedroom, placing her gently in the center of the bed. She moved her hands in front of her chest again, trying to hide her nakedness. Jacob grinned at her and then pulled his own shirt off. He climbed onto the bed, pushing her back against the pillows as he moved over her.
He kissed her neck gently before biting her shoulder. Her hips pressed up against him as she let out a soft moan, her hands falling away, revealing her breasts. He slid down her body, licking over her hardened nipples. His hands ran up her sides as he sucked against her, teasing one nipple between his teeth gently before moving to the other. She moaned, squirming underneath him as he licked down her stomach, biting gently at her hips. He tugged her pants down, pulling them free from her feet and casting them to the floor. He teased his fingers against the fabric of her panties at her inner thigh. Her self-consciousness faded, replaced with an unbridled need for him.
He rubbed against her clit through the thin material, watching it dampen visibly. She whimpered. Her breath caught as she watched him lick up her thigh, his tongue caressing her skin. He slowly slid her panties to the side and blew warm air gently over her wetness. She squirmed more, stretching her arms above her head and clutching at the headboard.
He pushed her legs apart wider and flicked his tongue against her lips. She gripped the headboard tighter, her hips pressing up against him, her chest heaving with every breath. He slowly parted her with a finger, his tongue moving up from her wetness and flicking over her clit. She gasped again. Her hands came down from the headboard, clutching at his shoulders, her hips flexing against his mouth.
“These have to go,” he said with a groan, lifting his head up and yanking her panties off completely.
He lay back on the bed next to her. She pounced on him, needing to feel him inside her. With her legs on either side of him, Chloe rubbed her wetness against his erect member eagerly. She wrapped one hand around him and guided him towards her opening. They both moaned as she lowered herself over him, his length filling her. She ran her hands over his shoulders, before resting one hand in the center of his chest and moving the other to his upper thigh, bracing herself. She rocked her hips against him, slowly at first, then faster, her moans growing louder. Her breasts bounced as she moved against him, her fingers curling against his skin, her nails scraping him lightly. He ran his hands up her sides, groping her breasts, tweaking and tugging at her pink nipples. She tipped her head back, her eyes closing and lips parted. He thrust up into her, filling her deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried.
Unable to stay upright any longer, Chloe doubled over him, her hands grabbing at his shoulders, her mouth against his neck. Jacob wrapped his arms around her, caressing her lower back and then grabbing her ass, pulling her to him harder.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” she exclaimed louder.
He seized her tight against him and rolled so he was on top of her now, his hands on either side of her head. She lifted her hips at him, her hands running over his arms, to his shoulders, and around to his back. Her fingernails dug into his bare flesh as he moved against her, pulling out almost completely before plunging back in.
She pressed her hips against him, meeting every one of his thrusts. Chloe’s breathing was coming in shallow pants, pleasure filling every inch of her, making her dizzy with desire. Jacob fucked her faster, his movement dominating her, his cock rendering her incapable of anything but carnal responses. Her moans and gasps were growing more frenzied, her bucking against him becoming more desperate. Her fingers raked up his sides harshly, her mouth finding his shoulder and biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
With a growl, he thrust into her violently, her pussy tightening with the crescendo of her orgasm. He grabbed her hands, tugging them roughly above her head and pinning them there.
At this final loss of control, she was pushed over the edge. She screamed, convulsing under him as she came. With his weight against her wrists, he fucked her faster, erupting deep inside of her as her pussy squeezed him rhythmically. His thrusting slowed, riding out their orgasms until they were both finished. He released her wrists and collapsed on top of her, his weight mostly on his forearms to keep from squishing her. They both lay there, just breathing, bathing in post-orgasmic bliss.
After a while, he rolled over to lay beside her, tugging her close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, letting out a contented sigh as he stroked her hair with one hand.
“How are you?” he asked after another few minutes had passed.
“Thirsty,” she answered, turning her head and grinning up at him.
He slid his arm out from around her and left the room. He returned momentarily with two glasses of water. He handed one to her as he moved back onto the bed beside her. Chloe drank greedily before setting her glass on the nightstand. Jacob lay back on the bed, pulling her down next to him so her back was against his chest. She curled against him, his hands roaming absently over her skin. She closed her eyes, thinking that she’d get up to leave in just a minute.
The frantic buzzing of her phone against the wooden floor woke her up sometime later. She had an army of missed calls and text messages from Hannah. She slid out of bed, still naked, and retrieved her phone from the pocket of her jeans, which were on the floor where Jacob had discarded them. She stepped into the bathroom and answered the incoming phone call.
“Where are you? Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick.” Hannah sounded frantic.
“I’m fine,” Chloe replied. “I… uhh… I sort of went home with someone.”
“You did?” Hannah laughed.
Chloe smiled sheepishly. “So, how did things go with stupid mustache guy?”
“Good,” Hannah gushed.
“Did he say anything?”
“What? He was going on about walking in on some guy doing a chick in the bathroom. It got kind of annoying,” Hannah paused, “Wait – are you the girl who was having sex in the bathroom?”
Chloe blushed furiously, moving her hand to cover her face even though she was alone. “He told everyone?” she cried.
Hannah laughed harder. “Oh my God. I can’t believe that was you!”
“I don’t know what happened,” Chloe said. “I just got carried away, I guess.”
“I told you real dicks were better than your vibrator,” Hannah said.
Chloe just giggled, her blush deepening, and hung up. She padded back into the bedroom.
“Hey,” Jacob said groggily, lifting his head half-off the pillow to look at her.
“Hi,” she replied with a smile. She climbed back into bed on top of him.
*A huge thank you to TxSwinger for edits, constructive feedback, and listening to me ramble about titles.*
