Suggested by: Nostalgiah
Suggestion: Make Lincoln go to a costume party & ends up sleeping with Luan but doesn't know it's her.
"You having fun?" Clyde asked.
Lincoln shrugged his shoulders. He was standing by the punch bowl in the house of someone he didn't know and didn't want to know with a glass clutched in his hand. Loud music boomed from big speakers along the opposite wall and kids in costumes – some elaborate and others painfully simple – danced together as strobe lights flashed. I can't believe I snuck out for this lame ass party, he thought as he lifted the glass to his lips. The music sucked, the punch sucked, the company sucked...everything sucked except the girl in the...what the hell was that costume supposed to be, anyway? Lone ranger mask, short mini skirt, hooker boots that reached all the way to her knee. Whatever she was supposed to be, she was hot. Currently she was standing against the wall and looking bored. She glanced at him, and their eyes locked. Was...was that lust he saw?
He grinned inside his wolf mask. "I am now," he said. He handed Clyde his glass and walked over, shoving a dancing fool mummy and a booging vampire out of his way. The girl bit her lower lip and moved her shoulders back and forth as if to the rhythm of her own lust. Lincoln leaned against the wall and started to speak, but before he could, she grabbed his crotch. Oh, it's like that, huh?
He touched her face and she stepped into his arms. "Let's go upstairs," she whispered in his ear, and turned, fixing a sexy glance over her shoulder. Lincoln's heart pounded and his penis twitched. She held her hand out; he took it and allowed her to lead him up the stairs. At the top, she looked around, then nodded at a closet door. Lincoln shrugged. Alright.
She opened the door and backed in, wiggling her finger. Lincoln followed and shut the door behind him.
As soon as he did, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him to her; she fell back against the wall and cocked one leg against his hip. Lincoln ran his hand up it, his fingertips thrilling at warm, silky flesh. His hand disappeared up her skirt where it was hot and moist. He cupped her in his palm and was not surprised to find that she was not wearing any panties.
She tilted her head back and took a deep breath as he sank his fingers into the valley between her lips. When he found her clit, she jumped and giggled. Her hands went to his pants and worked at his belt, unbuckling it and sliding his jeans over his hard length. She shifted and, looking into her eyes, he thrusted roughly into her. She seemed like the type of girl who liked it fast and hard, and he wasn't wrong. She threw her arms around his neck and held tight as he pounded into her, each buck of his hips ripping a gasp from her trembling lips. The smell of their mingled desire wafted to Lincoln's nostrils, and he went faster, his hands gripping her ass cheeks and squeezing. She moaned and threw her hips forward to meet his thrusts.
"Yes," she panted, "fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..."
He lifted her leg higher and rammed deep into her, his body parting hers and her body stroking his. Her head was still thrown back, her delicate throat exposed. It looked so soft...so warm...Lincoln let go of one of her butt cheeks and wrapped his fingers around her neck. She let out a pleasure "Ahhh" when he squeezed. Lincoln grinned and clamped down harder. Her face was turning red and her eyelids fluttered. "I'm gonna cum," she managed. Lincoln went faster, and she spasmed against him, her breathing rising and hitching. Another satisfied customer, he thought, and allowed himself to finish: He yanked back, grabbed his dick, and shot his load onto her skirt.
When he was done, he wiped his tip on her leg, pulled up his pants, and left.
Alone in the closet, Luan slid against the wall until she was sitting. Wow...that was a blast, but talk about come and go.
Hours later, Lincoln's door crept open and a shadow darted in. The bed dipped as it climbed on, and the blanket rustled as it slipped underneath. Lincoln rolled over, and Luan's face was revealed in a shaft of October moonlight. "Hey," she said.
"Hey," he replied.
She took his hand, and they kissed.
"How was your day?" she asked.
The encounter with the mystery girl came to mind. "Alright. Played some video games. Yours?"
She remembered the mystery man in the closet. "Went to a comedy show."
"Cool," Lincoln said and smiled at his girlfriend.
She has no idea...
He's clueless...
They both smiled to themselves.