The One Night Stand
Mitsu walked into the bar full of college kids wondering why she always came here. She knew she would do something stupid because she always did. One of these hard bodied, early twenty something cuties would be coming home with her tonight. If anyone ever asked her whether she had a problem she would be the first to admit it. Yes, she was addicted to younger men. She loved them and that's why she always came here. It was a veritable smorgasbord of beefcake to sate any woman's appetite. She spied three interesting prospects sitting on a couch in the corner. Her eyes ravenously gazed at the delectable buffet sitting before her. Three gorgeous young studs in an array of fabulous fruit flavors: Orange, Blueberry, and Pineapple. Oh, my!
Mitsu checked her girls to make sure just the right amount of cleavage showed. She fluffed her honey blond curls and flounced her short but full skirt as she walked toward them. The Blueberry saw her first, his sky blue eyes matched the color of his hair and those eyes were running up and down her body as she approached. He had an overt sexiness and lasciviousness about him that was almost offensive. He elbowed the Pineapple with Crayola red hair that was pulled back and wound around until it stuck up like a pineapple behind his head. He had an animalistic, untamed look about him with narrow black eyes and a plethora of tattoos decorating his muscular body. She wondered if they covered every part of him. The orangette had hair the exact color of the fruit and it stuck up in wild spikes all over his head. He had the warmest, deepest brown eyes she had ever seen. He seemed capable of being very kind and loving but she would bet money he had a cruel dark side that could be merciless if necessary.
"Gentlemen, would you like to keep a lady from being lonely?" she inquired, looking at each one in turn. She almost laughed when all three separated to offer her a seat by them. Decisions, decisions. She wiggled between the Pineapple and the Orange. The Blueberry was a little overwhelming with his brand of intimidating virility.
"Would you like a drink?" Blueberry inquired.
"Of course. Order whatever you want for me. What are your names?" she asked, glancing at the two on either side of her.
"I'm Renji," the redhead replied.
"I'm Grimmjow," the blunette offered, sitting down on the table in front of her. He felt left out and certainly didn't want to be stuck behind Renji all night.
"I'm Ichigo," the orangette said, smiling pleasantly at her.
"My name is Mitsu," she announced, smiling brilliantly at them.
This had the potential of being great fun. They began the evening with straight shots of tequila. Grimmjow ordered shots and beers. When the drinks arrived, he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit the shot. He held out the beer to Mitsu, dropping in the shot as she held the frosty mug.
"What's this?" She was very curious. She had never seen anything like that before. It never ceased to amaze her how these young men could always teach her something new.
"It's called a Flaming Orgasm," he said with glee, a big goofy grin on his face. He was wasted - completely.
'Of course it is, you walking hard on,' she thought to herself as she raised the glass to her lips and chugged. The boys cheered her on until she was done then they had their own Flaming Orgasms. She giggled at the thought and hiccupped loudly which sent them into a fit of chuckles at her expense. Her face felt numb after her second one of these drinks.
"Okay. I can't have anymore," she insisted when Mr. Sex on a Stick pushed another one in her face.
"Oh, come on, baby. Just one more," Renji urged, putting his arm around her waist.
Mitsu turned to look at the silent Ichigo who was just finishing off his first Flaming Orgasm. 'His orgasm took a little longer to finish off than the others,' she thought, snorting at her inside joke with herself. She took the cold glass from Grimmjow, pressing it to her forehead to enjoy the wonderfully cooling frost that still clung to parts of it. When did they arrive in hell because it's hot in here! She pressed the glass to her lips slowly imbibing the frigid, intoxicating liquid. Tonight she had gotten beyond drunk. She hoped she could remember tonight in the morning. "So, which one of you beautiful young men are going to take me home?" she asked with a definitive slur as she struggled to her feet. She swayed unsteadily, leaning so far forward she collapsed into the waiting arms of the happily accepting Grimmjow.
"Oh, yes!" he bellowed as his face was shoved right in between her breasts.
Mitsu squealed like a woman who has just encountered a rabid beast when he grabbed them and squeezed licking the mounds of cleavage that spilled over the top of her dress.
"Hey! Whoa there, asshole!" Renji yelled, peeling the blue haired man off of her breasts. He threw her back on the couch next to Ichigo.
"How about you sweet thing? You wanna walk me home? I don't live far," she said, hooking her finger around the collar of his red t-shirt.
"Renji – " Ichigo began to be cut off by the redhead.
"Yeah, yeah, just take her. I've got to babysit asshole here until he sobers up a bit," he muttered, pushing Grimmjow back on the table as he groped Renji. "Not me you jerk! I'm a man like you!"
"Right now, I don't care. You gotta perty mouth," he slurred out, leaning forward.
Renji's terrified scream followed them out the door.
Ichigo held the very inebriated woman against his side as they walked. He was afraid if he didn't, she would fall down. "Where to pretty lady? You gotta tell me where you live," he said, jostling her around a little bit because she was literally falling asleep on her feet.
"Just another block down. It's the apartment complex with the brick wall surrounding it and the courtyard out front," she explained, hoping that would get him to leave her alone for a few minutes so she could take a nap.
When they reached the place that she had described, Ichigo shook her again. "Which apartment?"
"One-oh-two. The second one on the right from here." She staggered to the door with a little bit of navigational help from her orange haired companion. She struggled with the keys and once again he had to help with direction by steadying her hand and sliding the key in the lock. "Come in with me," she requested after turning back to face him.
"I can't. I shouldn't," Ichigo said, attempting to be a gentleman but it was she was making it nearly impossible to do so. Her big breasts loomed temptingly right in front of him, occasionally brushing against his chest when she swayed forward. She was so pretty with her cat like jade colored eyes and alcohol induced blush on her fair skin.
"Please," she begged, putting her arms around his waist as she turned her lips up to him.
Ah, damn! Ichigo pressed his mouth to hers, putting his arm around her neck as he pushed her backwards into her apartment. He kicked the door closed and his hands flew to the back of her dress sliding down the zipper. His drunk, clumsy fingers clawed at the tiny straps on her shoulders, finally grabbing them and shoving them down her arms.
Mitsu was steadily moving backwards as he undressed her, and she stepped right out of her dress to leave it in a rumpled heap on the floor. Her fingers twisted into his amazingly downy soft hair as he rained kisses on her neck and chest.
"Oh, god," he moaned with appreciation as he looked at her big round breasts. He grabbed them, moaning again as he kneaded their wonderfully firm texture with his fingers. "They're beautiful," he murmured, lowering his lips to kiss one nipple then the other.
Mitsu pulled him into her bedroom, moving straight to the bed. She fell backwards, pulling him with her on top of the fabulously fluffy white comforter. Her lips opened to release a long pent up yowl of pleasure as his mouth attached itself to one nipple. He broke free long enough to yank his t-shirt over his head then returned his mouth to the other breast. She could feel him shaking and struggling to free himself of his jeans. There was one obstacle left between them that amounted to no more than three strips of elastic and a tiny bit of lace. She screeched in surprise when he ripped them from her body easily breaking the thin strips of elastic. "Oh, yes, Ichigo!" she cried as he pushed into her more than ready and extremely aroused body.
"You feel great," he moaned, thrusting into her with abandon.
"So do you," she whimpered, digging her fingernails into his shoulders.
With their inhibitions totally destroyed by the alcohol they indulged in rough, reckless sex. There would probably be a noise complaint made to the apartment manager but right now she could have cared less. The gorgeous young orange haired man was driving her insane with pleasure, bringing her to an orgasm time and time again. When he did climax, he snuggled up to her and kissed her. With a few minutes of him administering kisses and licks to her breasts, she felt his monster twitching and coming back to life between her thighs. She cried out when he moved his hips forward and was again buried inside of her. This was why she preferred younger men – they were like bunnies, they could just keep going and going. They rolled and tumbled all over the bed, switching positions and trying out new things until the bed and their bodies were totally devastated. They fell asleep just as the sky was beginning to turn a slate gray with the advent of another day.