Disclaimer: Questionable Content and its characters are the intellectual property of Jeph Jacques. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only.
Lord knows I had no business being at this party. There was only a sprinkling of my fellow men, and most of the women were heavily involved with one another. The pickings were slim, to say the least. So I sipped at my punch, rolling my eyes at how much liquor it had been spiked with. Probably the doings of some freshman, though that still didn't stop me from downing a few cups.
That's when she caught my eye: Straight, shoulder-length brown hair that fell in her face, thick glasses, a touch of acne on her cheeks, and a very nervous look about her. Not my typical faire mind you, but something drew me to her. As I made my way through the tangle of bodies gyrating to the driving baselines of the little redheaded DJ, I got a better look at her. She was clad in a charcoal shirt and olive pants. She was a little chubby, but she had curves for days. It might have been the booze, but I wanted to take a shot. Putting on my game face, I sauntered over to her, drawing on all the charisma I could muster. She looked up, puzzled. The music was too loud for talking, so I gestured between us and jerked my head toward the dance floor. Hesitation, disbelief, fear, all of these flashed across her face. I smiled and mouthed "C'mon." It was then that I noticed her skinny blonde friend, beaming at me and trying to coax her into following me. Eventually the brunette gave in, following me out into the crowd with a huff. Seemed like she wasn't one for socializing.
It was a while before the anxiety left her. Her dancing had been mostly awkward shuffling and swaying of her hips, which to my great delight were round and full. After a time, I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against me, her body tensing up like a corpse. I smiled as warmly as I could, trying to ease her into the music, gently grinding against her. The blush on her face was so intense I could almost feel the heat radiating off of her. I bent my head down and brushed the hair away from her ear, whispering, "I won't bite beautiful. Not unless you ask me to. Now, what's your name?"
All I got in return was a brief squeak. "Marigold Farmer." I spun her around, her ample backside pressing into my groin, prompting a fresh surge of blood to my lower extremities. She tensed again, but I started to move her in sync to the relentless beat, bringing my mouth back to her ear. I told her to relax, and by some miracle she began to move with me of her own accord. As the songs faded into each other we'd take more liberties with one another. Her arms would stretch back around my neck and my hand would brush across her thigh… Then I kissed her. Growing up I had been indoctrinated with the philosophy of "No risk, nor reward." I had taken my risk, and I was getting one hell of a reward. She crushed herself against me, the sudden movement almost making me topple over. Her mouth was needy and hot, her tongue slithering into my mouth before I could react. I pulled away for a moment to catch my breath motioning to the staircase. The middle of a party was hardly the place for this kind of thing.
We stumbled up the stairs knocking on every door we could find until we found an empty room. As soon as the door was securely locked she was on me again, and I was more than ready for her. Falling back onto the bed, my hands had a firm grip on her ass, holding her snugly against the bulge straining against my jeans. She moaned into my mouth when I squeezed those plump cheeks, something I took great delight in. When she pulled away for breath I peppered her neck with light kisses, barely more that brushes of my lips, but they seemed to get the job done. Nipping lightly at the pale flesh of her throat prompted a husky demand for 'more.' Sliding my hands up her back, I pulled her shirt over her head, tossing in some random direction while she undid her bra. As soon as those glorious mounds of flesh were exposed to the open air, my mouth and hands her on them in seconds, fingers kneading and massaging her mountainous breasts while my mouth suckled gently at a coffee-colored nipple. The way her heart was pounding in her chest, she seemed close to her climax. I couldn't resist sending her out with a bang.
She lay on the bed, panting for breath while I stripped off my clothes until only my boxers were left. My member was pulsating, ready to spring out of the fabric of my boxers, but it would have to wait a minute. I took a knee, unbuttoning her pants and shimming them off, hooking my thumbs in the elastic of her panties as I pulled them down her legs. I looked down at her in all her naked glory, my eyes resting on the thicket of dark brown pubic hair between her legs. She blushed fiercely, shying away from my gaze. I smirked at her.
"No sense in being shy now baby," I purred, spreading her legs and taking a tentative lick at her honeyed slit. Her hips bucked up at my mouth, though before I could go in for another lick, she reached a hand down and stopped me. I looked up, puzzled.
"I-I really don't feel comfortable going this far… I mean, I don't even know your name," she croaked out, finally finding her voice. Even through my alcohol-induced haze, she made a valid point. Continuing this way would only end badly for both of us, getting off wasn't worth that. I pulled her underwear and pants back on, taking a seat beside her on the bed. She kept her eyes on the floor, but it didn't take a genius to see that she was confused.
"Jack," I muttered, causing her to look up at me. "My name is Jack Ryan." Before she could answer I bent down and kissed her again. "Stay," I murmured, pulling her into my arms, sinking down on the bed. She didn't resist, instead snuggling as close to me as she physically could. It was easily my biggest surprise of the night.
How she fell asleep with the party still raging, I'll never know. It seemed like hours before the music died down and sleep began to take me. I spared the girl sleeping against me a glance. If nothing else tomorrow would be interesting.
(Author's Note: This is only a rough draft and is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. All constructive criticism and suggestions will be graciously taken under advisement.)