One Week Earlier
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JENNIE
"Jen, I will give you one hundred dollars if you hook up with someone at the wedding reception tomorrow." Rosé grinned at me and held up five twenties in her hand. "Five big ones, baby."
"Five big ones would mean five hundred dollars, not one hundred dollars." I rolled my eyes. "Twenties aren't considered big ones."
"They are to me."
"Not to me."
"Jen." Rosé sighed. "Stop trying to change the subject. You going to do it or what?" She paused. "I dare you."
My eyes narrowed as I stared at her. Rosé knew that I wasn't one to back down from a dare. "What do I have to do?"
"Just make out with someone." She grinned. "Anyone."
"Anyone?"
"Well someone at the reception. It has to be a wedding hookup."
"Irene will kill me." I shook my head and laughed.
"That's the point." She giggled and collapsed onto my bed.
"Oh Rosé." I sighed and sat down next to her. Irene was our roommate from college. The three of us had lived together for the last three years. And we'd been shocked when Irene had informed us she was getting married, two months after we graduated. To Rosé's ex-boyfriend.
"If you hook up with Mino, I'll give you five hundred."
"I'm not hooking up with your ex." I made a face and then slapped my mouth. "Sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" Rosé shrugged. "You're a good friend."
"I can't believe she's marrying him and invited us to the wedding."
"She's a bitch." Rosé nodded.
"We don't have to go." I said hopefully. I really didn't want to go to this wedding. I had a really bad feeling that something was going to go awfully wrong.
"We have to go." Rosé licked her lips. "And we're going to be crazy."
"I don't know if I want to be crazy." I made a face and sighed. I didn't want to be crazy, but I knew for Rosé's sake I'd be as crazy as I could be. Which would be hard, considering my background.
I'm the good girl in my family. The youngest in a family of five kids; I have three brothers and one sister.All of whom are crazy and out of control. You don't have a family of crazy siblings and end up crazy. You end up as a good kid. You end up as the kid that the parents are thankful for. You end up as a goody two shoes. I've been a goody two shoes all my life. Up until college. I went away to college determined to have some fun. And fun, I had. Though it wasn't the sexing a different hot guy every week, sort of fun. It was the smoking a joint in a dark room with three of my friends and talking about hot guys sort of fun. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to be one of those confident girls that just goes out and gets laid with whomever she wanted. Only, I didn't have the sort of personality that permitted that.
Instead, I had two long-term relationships, with two average safe guys, with some average and safe sex. I graduated with a bachelor's degree as a single, twenty two year old feeling like I was just as boring as I'd been when I'd started school. I was determined for that to change, once and for all. Even if that meant making a spectacle of myself at Irene's wedding.
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"Don't forget, five big ones baby." Rosé grinned at me as we walked into the church the next afternoon; both of us slightly tipsy from the free mimosas we'd had with our breakfast. "Just think of all the things you can do with the money."
"100 dollars isn't going to make me a millionaire." I rolled my eyes at her as I laughed. "I thought you'd forgotten about that stupid proposition."
"I had, but then I just saw Mino and Irene and I wanted to gag." She made a face. "It would make me feel a lot better knowing that someone hooked up at her wedding." She grinned. "It would be like this dirty little joke that no one knew about, but me."
"Well, I'd know and the guy would know as well." We stood next to the pews awkwardly and continued talking. "Also, I don't think this is an appropriate conversation to have in front of God."
"God isn't happy with Irene either." Rosé made a face and then sighed. "Forgive me, Father for I have sinned." She quickly made the sign of a cross and screwed up her nose. "Fine, don't hook up with anyone and don't make me feel better."
"My hooking up with someone shouldn't make you feel better anyways, Rosé." I laughed and then looked around. "Should we sit? I feel like we're kind of early."
"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged. "Or we could just ditch and go and get some more mimosas? That sounds like an even better plan."
"We can't ditch." I laughed at the suggestion, though I wasn't altogether sold on having to sit through the wedding of two people I didn't really like.
"Please." Rosé made a hopeful face at me and I laughed again as she made a drinking motion. This time my head fell back as I laughed and I could feel someone staring at me. I looked to the left and there I saw a tall, brooding woman with dark hair and a frown on her face about two hundred yards away from us. I attempted to give her a smile, but instead of smiling back, she gave me a disdainful eyebrow raise and looked away.
"That girl is an asshole." I whispered to Rosé, the laughter gone from my voice.
"What girl?" She turned around and looked towards the entrance of the church, but the rude woman had gone and a group of older women were walking towards us.
"There was a girl up there just now, who was looking at me as if I were some commoner on her estate or something." I could feel my face flushing red with anger as I remembered her superior look. "I'm not sure who she thinks she is, but I don't think there's anything wrong with laughing in a church."
"Yeah, that's weird." Rosé nodded. "Maybe she's related to Irene or something, I think her entire family is full of snobs. No one is good enough for her."
"I don't get why she was glaring at me." I said again. "I wasn't doing anything wrong."
"Forget her, she most probably needs to get laid." Rosé said loudly and I groaned as I saw a priest behind her.
"Good Afternoon Father." I said meekly, my face burning in shame now.
"Good Afternoon." His eyes burned into mine and I knew that he'd heard Rosé and was thinking that both of us needed to go to some sort of confession; even though neither one of us was Catholic. He continued walking past us and I grabbed Rosé's arm.
"Let's go outside and wait until it fills up a bit. I feel like we're just making a spectacle of ourselves."
"Sex with the group would be making a spectacle of myself, not just standing here." She rolled her eyes and I felt a wave of compassion towards her.
"Are you okay? This must be hard?"
"My ex-boyfriend is marrying my ex roommate and friend, what's to be upset about?" Rosé sighed and then shook her head. "I don't really care. He had a small dick. That's Irene's problem now."
"Hahaha." I started laughing again and this time, tears were rolling down my face. I wasn't sure why I found it so funny, but I suspect that the mimosas had worked their magic and I was feeling more relaxed than usual. "You never told me that Mino wasn't good in bed."
"He was good with his tongue." She grinned. "That was good enough."
"Hmm," I scratched my head. "Let me think." I closed my eyes and tried to think about a guy going down on me versus a guy entering me. "Cock or tongue, what do I prefer?" I giggled and then opened my eyes. Rosé's face looked stiff and I turned to the right of me and saw the brooding woman from earlier, standing right next to Rosé. Her green eyes looked amused as she stared at me. She was gorgeous and I was having a hard time breathing as I realized what I'd just said, out loud. I wanted to groan, but kept my mouth shut as I stared at her. Her lips looked pink and soft, and I wasn't even a girl that was into girl. I could feel my face burning up as I stared at her. All I could think about was her lips and I wondered if it would as soft as its looks if she went down on me. I wanted to slap myself for my inappropriate thoughts. That was it, no more mimosas in the morning.
"Did you make up your mind?" The woman said slowly, her voice a deep, husky growl that made me think of dark rooms and handcuffs.
"Make up my mind about what?" I squeaked out, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
"Your preference." She grinned and licked her lips slowly. My eyes followed her long tongue and I knew she was teasing me, but I didn't care.
"Yes." I said softly and flicked my long brown hair back.
"And?" She leaned forward, her eyes letting me know she was attracted to me. I looked at Rosé and she was grinning at the two of us as she took a step back.
"And that's for me to know." I smiled at her sweetly, though my stomach was churning.
"What if I want to find out?" Her eyes gazed into mine, searching and she touched my shoulder lightly.
"What if you do?" I shrugged and she stepped back with a smile and nodded.
"You'll find out."
"I'll find out what?" My heart was racing as I studied her chest.
"You'll find out what happens when I want to know something."
"Okay..." My voice trailed off.
"Okay then." She grinned, a cocky smile, and licked her lips again. "I'll see you later." And with that she walked away.
"What was that?" I whispered to Rosé, my body trembling slightly from my encounter.
"I have no idea what just happened, but that girl was sexy as hell." Rosé looked behind her. "I wouldn't mind her tongue or her—"
"Rosé." I laughed as I cut her off. "I think we should change the subject."
"Why?" She sighed. "You can't tell me you didn't think she was hot."
"I can't tell you that, no." I laughed and thought about the girl's green eyes and dark hair. I repositioned my legs as I remembered her pink tongue. "She's the sort of girl, it would be hard to say no too."
"Yeah, it would be very hard to say no to her." She agreed and we just stood there for a few minutes, both of us thinking about the girl. I should have known that that wasn't going to be the last I saw of her that day. I mean, she'd basically warned me that she'd be back and on the prowl. Maybe I didn't pay attention to her or care because I was up for it myself. It had been so long since I'd dated anyone, and I'd never done anything risqué or crazy. I'd never just hooked up with a girl, but now I was in a drought and hooking up didn't seem so bad. I didn't even care that she a girl or seemed like a snob or an obnoxious asshole. It wasn't like I was going to date her. Not at all. And it wasn't even me that initiated anything. Though, I was hoping that I'd bump into her again when I left the pew to go and look for some water.
"Get me a bottle as well." Rosé handed me a five dollar note. "And don't take all day. I don't want to be sitting here by myself for long."
"Fine." I hurried out of the church and looked around the now packed lobby at all of the guests that were arriving. I was disappointed when I didn't see my handsome stranger and was about to turn back around, when I felt two hands on my waist.
"So did you decide?" Her voice whispered in my ear as her hands ran down my hips. I'm not even sure what got into me, maybe it was liquid courage, but I slowly turned around and faced her.
"I'm a big fan of the tongue." I licked my lips then and swallowed hard as I stared at her. I couldn't believe that I was being so blatantly obvious with a stranger.
"That's a good thing then." She grinned and leaned down so that her lips were almost against mine, "I've been told that I'm very good with my tongue."
"Oh?" I said nervously.
"Oh yes." She winked at me and grabbed my hand before leading me down a small corridor. I followed behind her, a loud roar in my ears, but I couldn't stop. Not now. Not when every fiber of my being was on fire, and awaiting her touch. This woman was sex personified and what would it hurt, to just make out with her.
"You're so sexy." She whispered as she opened a door, pulled me into the room with her and then closed it. She pushed me back and I felt her lips on mine. "I'm going to show you just how talented I am."
"Shhh." I kissed her back hard, my tongue entering her mouth as my hands worked their way around her neck. Bells were ringing in my head as waves of heat spread through my entire body as she sucked on my tongue. The drought was officially ending and I couldn't be happier about it.
Her hands were firm and teasing as they ran down my body and up my dress, her fingers grazing my skin as they reached for the prize. Her fingers lightly rubbed against my panties and I stilled for a second, pulling back and looking at her before my legs crumbled beneath me.
"Lace panties?" She grinned, her eyes challenging mine as she lightly played with the feminine material.
"Yes." I nodded and moaned as she slipped a finger inside.
"Is it your wedding?"
"Does it have to be my wedding to wear lace panties?" I groaned as I bit my lower lip.
"I suppose not." She winked. "Just like it doesn't have to be your wedding if you want to hook up at the church." Her eyes laughed into mine and I knew that she was making fun of our situation.
"If you'd rather not." I made to get up and her face came towards mine again, an intense light in her eyes as she gazed into mine.
"I rather would." She muttered right before her lips came crashing down on mine. This time they weren't soft and they weren't teasing. They were demanding and straight to the point. This woman wanted to dominate me. Her tongue sought entry into my mouth and she sucked on my tongue with such finesse that I had to grab onto her shoulders to stop myself from falling to the ground. Her lips tasted sweet and salty, like honey roasted peanuts and I grabbed her face so that I could deepen the kiss as well. She lifted me up slightly and then lowered me to the ground.
"What are you doing?" I moaned, as she pulled my formal dress up.
"What you want me to do." She bent down and I felt her tongue running up the inside of my thigh. My body tingled all over and all I could think was how glad I was that I'd shaved above the knee that morning. I was never going to do the below the knee shaving trick anymore. Not when occasions like this could possible happen. My body trembled as her teeth made contact with my panties. My now very moist panties. I leaned back and cried out as her perfect teeth grabbed a hold of the crotch of my panties and pulled them down.
"Should we be doing this?" I moaned as I glanced up at her. I watched as she slipped my panties off of my ankles and pushed them into her pocket.
"I think the question should be would we regret it if we didn't?"
"We don't even know each other."
"Does that matter?" She undid the top button of her shirt and loosened her black tie slightly. "I know that as soon as I saw you, I wanted to get to know you."
"You want to get to know me, but you don't want me to know your name?"
"No names, no questions." She looked at me intently. "Is that okay with you?"
"It's okay with me, if it's okay with you." I whispered, my heart thudding. I didn't even know what I was saying. I just knew that I wanted her to be touching me again.
"Good." She said simply as she grabbed my legs and spread them. "Now let me show you how I reward good girls." She buried her face into my pussy and her tongue licked my clit eagerly. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips as I felt her tongue sliding inside of me. My legs clenched on her face and I grabbed a hold of her shoulders as she moved her tongue in and out of me. I lay there with my head on the ground and my legs spread and all I could think about was the fact that anyone could walk into the room and catch us, fornicating, on the ground. Though, technically we weren't fornicating. I have to admit that the thought both scared me and turned me on. I had released my inner slut. Or rather Miracle Tongue had released it.
"Come for me baby," She whispered as she slid in and out of me with speed, her tongue feeling as thick and long as some men's dicks. I know, I know, it's a weird thing to think about, but she knew how to work it. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. I was pretty confident that she would be dynamite in bed.
"Bite my shoulder." She growled as I started screaming. I did as she commanded and bit down on her shoulder and shirt to stop the whole church from hearing my climax. However my neck felt slightly strained so I moved back slightly. She kissed my clit before licking up my juices and moving up slightly, and I kissed her neck. "You taste so good, like honey." She grunted against me and I felt her fingers rubbing me gently as I moved my lips to her neck and sucked. "You're going to leave bite marks on my neck." Her eyes peered up at me, dark with lust and I laughed.
"I want to leave my mark on you." I growled back at her, surprising myself with the voracity in my tone. Where had this passionate aggressive girl come from? I want to leave my mark on you? Who said that? Who was I turning into? Was I some sort of vampire now? Or werewolf? Or just some sad freak who said weird things.
"You've already left your mark on me." She said huskily as she licked her lips. "You've left a lot more than your mark."
I laughed awkwardly then. I mean how do you not? Not when you're me. I'm the awkward one. I always have been. Just because now I wasn't as awkward, I was still awkward inside. I think that was why I reached for her belt and undid it slowly and seductively. Well, I tried to at least. I got the button undone, but then when I got to the zipper, I had issues.
"It won't go down." I mumbled as I looked up in her face. I could see that she was trying to stop herself from laughing.
"Maybe because my zipper knows that if it goes down, we won't be leaving this room for at least two hours." She winked at me and jumped up. "And then we'll both miss the wedding and that wouldn't be good, would it?"
"I guess not." I agreed and took her offered hand and let her pull me up. I pulled my dress down and stood there in front of her, not sure what to do.
"But that doesn't mean, we can't meet up tonight."
"Tonight?" I squeaked out, surprised at her suggestion and not knowing what to say. That would be it then. I'd officially ended my two years drought. I'd be having sex again. And with a hot stud. My stomach jumped for joy at the thought.
"Yes tonight." Her voice was smooth. "You. Me. My hotel room. Champagne. Strawberries. My bed." She cocked her head to the side and smiled. "I think you know what comes next?"
"Steak and fries?" I joked and she laughed lightly.
"Yeah. Steak and fries." She pulled me towards her and kissed me gently, her fingers running through my hair. "You'll have to teach me that move." She whispered in my ear as she kissed the side of my face.
"Oh it's not a position." I said stupidly.
"We'll just have to make it a position then, won't we?" She stared into my eyes with such a possessive look, that I couldn't help but feel thrilled.
"If you want." I nodded, my head still up in the clouds of confusion and denial.
"We should go back into the church." She grinned. "Someone's playing 'Here Comes the Bride' again."
"Yeah, we should head in." I nodded as I hurried towards the door.
"You go first." She stayed where she was. "I'll come in after you."
"Okay." I opened the door and hurried out of the room, my body flushed with blood from my orgasms. Had I really just let a strange woman go down on me? My brain was still in total disbelief and I laughed to myself as I walked into the church. Not only had I just let Miracle Tongue go down on me, but I was planning on letting her do a lot more to me later that evening.
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"Did you just make out with that girl?" Rosé's face was positively giddy as she stared at me. I felt like I was doing the walk of shame as I made my way down the aisle and I knew that I'd have to donate all five of the twenties that Rosé was going to eventually give me.
"No." I sat in the pew next to her, knowing full well that my lipstick was pretty much gone and that my hair was a hot mess.
"Oh my God, did you have sex with her?" Rosé's jaw dropped.
"No, I did not have sex with her." I squeaked out and the people in the row in front of us turned around to look at me.
"Shh." The old lady directly in front of us glared at me. "This is a wedding, not a night club."
"Sorry." I gave her a weak smile, but she turned back to the front. "Rosé." I glared at her.
"Don't blame me, you had sex in a church. I can't believe it." She laughed. "You're so going to hell."
"I'm not going to hell." I pat my hair down. "We didn't have sex."
"What did you do then?" She grinned as the organist started playing 'Here Comes the Bride' once again and we all stood up.
"You don't want to know." I blushed as I straightened my dress. My inner thighs were still tingling.
"So what's her name?"
"Whose name?"
"Jen." Rosé rolled her eyes and I avoided her gaze as I watched the groom and his best man walk up the aisle.
"Shouldn't they have played this song once he was already by the altar and the bride was walking down the aisle?" I made a face as we continued to listen to 'Here Comes the Bride'. "How many times are they going to play this song?"
"Jen, I don't care what they do at my ex's wedding." Rosé's face dropped and I could see in her eyes that she was more hurt than she'd let on about this wedding.
"I don't know her name." I breathed out quietly. "But we can call her Miracle Tongue."
"Ms. Tongue?" Rosé blurted out just as the music stopped and it felt like the whole church was looking at us. I turned to look around and I saw Miracle Tongue standing at the back of the church with a wicked smile on her face as she grinned and straightened her jacket. She'd heard. I was almost positive of it. Oh why, oh why did I always have to be so uncool in these sort of situations?
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"This is my hotel room." She closed the door behind me with a slam. It was as if the door were trying to tell me that I was not leaving, at least not tonight.
"It's nice." I looked around, barely breathing. The room was huge and decorated like it was a Pottery Barn display. "Is this the penthouse?"
"Junior Penthouse." She nodded as she stepped towards me.
"Very nice." I swallowed hard.
"Are we done with the small talk?" Her arms went around my waist and pulled me towards her.
"I didn't know that we were—"
"Shh." Her lips touched mine gently as she kissed me. "Let's not waste our time with talking."
"I don't even know your name." I pulled away from her slightly.
"Does it matter?" She replied, her eyes light, as her hands fell to my ass.
"I guess not." My face burned in shame. Not because she didn't care about my name, but rather because I didn't really care about hers either. I was going to sleep with her either way. We both knew that. Her tongue had been the appetizer and now I was ready for the real thing. I knew her main course was going to fill me up—I saw that bulge all the way here. I giggled at my thoughts. I wasn't sure when I'd become so dirty minded, but I loved it.
"What's so funny?" She pulled me towards her and I felt her hardness against my stomach. Oh boy, I'd ordered an extra big helping and I hadn't even realized it.
"Just thinking about dinner." I said inanely, feeling like a fool.
"Steak and fries." She licked her lips slowly. "I've got a steak in my pants that wouldn't mind being eaten?"
"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows at her and she burst out laughing.
"Okay, that sounded a lot cooler in my mind."
"I sure hope so." I laughed. "Because it didn't sound as cool out loud."
"Are you saying I'm not cool?" She teased me as I followed her into the living room of her hotel room.
"I'm saying that you're no John Travolta in Grease. You know, you're not cool like Danny."
"Well, I take that as a compliment, Sandy." She popped open a bottle of champagne. "A glass?"
"Yes, thanks." I took the offered glass and sat down on the couch and took a small sip. This isn't awkward at all, I thought to myself as I sat there staring at her. I was still in my dress and she was still in her suit, only her jacket was gone. Her white shirt clung to her frame as if it were a second skin and I was dying to see her chest. I knew she had to be toned. I could tell from the way her biceps bulged in her shirt. The only question in my mind was does she have a four pack or six pack?
"What are you thinking?" She sat next to me on the couch and stared over at me. "Your dress is very beautiful by the way."
"Uhm thanks." I took another sip of champagne. Oh my God, why was she so hot? "I'm just thinking that you're really cute."
"Thank you." She put her glass down and moved closer to me. "Do you want to know what I'm thinking?"
"What's that?"
"I'm wondering what you're going to look like without that dress on. I'm wondering how quickly I can make you come tonight. I'm wondering if you're going to try and mark me again. I'm wondering if your breasts taste as sweet as your pussy."
"Oh." I squeaked out, my face hot at her words. She was not playing and I loved it.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" She stroked the side of my face softly.
"No." I shook my head as her fingers ran across my lips and she pushed her index finger into my mouth. I sucked on her finger gently and she stared into my eyes intently as I nibbled. She pulled it out slowly and then stuck it into my glass of champagne, her eyes never leaving mine, before putting her finger back in my mouth. I sucked hard this time, licking the champagne off with my tongue. The expression on her face changed as I moved closer to her and rubbed my hand over her crotch as I sucked her finger. I smiled as I felt the bulge in her pants. She was turned on already. It made me feel powerful to know I could do that to a woman as handsome as she was. It didn't even matter to me that this was a one night stand. It didn't matter that it was just sex.
"You enjoy being a tease?" She pulled her finger out of my mouth and her hands fell to my breasts. "Stand up and take your dress off." She commanded me and I looked over at her in surprise.
"What?" I asked, still rubbing her now hard cock.
"Take your dress off."
"The magic word?"
"My cock is hard." She grinned as her eyes challenged me.
"I was thinking more like please." I licked my lips and stood up in front of her.
"There's no time for pleases, just thank you's."
"Thank you's?"
"When I make you come, you can thank me." She looked smug. "Each and every time."
"Each and every time?" I swallowed hard as I reached up to pull a strap down.
"Each. And. Every. Time." She said pronouncing each word carefully and clearly as she stood up.
"I see." My hand froze on my upper arm as I gazed at her, her body exuding confidence and power. This was a woman that was used to getting what she wanted. A woman that would normally annoy me.
"Don't worry. I have enough condoms." She grinned and nodded towards the table.
"You planned this?" I frowned. Had it been her plan to seduce someone at the wedding? Did it not even matter who I was.
"No." She smirked, her eyes firm as she gazed at me. "I didn't plan this. In fact this is rather inconvenient for me."
"This is inconvenient for you?"
"Yes." She nodded, her hand now on top of mine and guiding my dress strap down. "I really have other things to be worrying about right now."
"Instead of hooking up you mean?"
"Correct. This wasn't a part of the plan."
"I see." I said slightly sullenly, though I was happy that I wasn't just the girl for the night.
"It wasn't part of my plan for this weekend, but I'm adaptable when I'm around a beautiful girl." She moved in closer to me and reached for my other bra strap. "What happened to your friend by the way?"
"My friend?"
"The loud girl you were with at the wedding?"
"Oh Rosé." I laughed. "She went home."
"I hope she's not mad that I stole you away for the night."
"No, she's not mad." I shook my head and grinned. "She's happy that I'm getting laid."
"Oh?" She reached behind me and I felt my zipper being pulled down.
"I'm not the sort of girl that normally has a one night stand."
"Oh?" She paused and frowned as she looked at me. "This isn't going to be—"
"Don't worry." I cut her off. "I don't think this is anything more than one night."
"I don't want you to get the wrong impression." She pulled the front of my dress down to my waist and stared at my bra covered breasts and whistled.
"Trust me, I'm not getting any impression."
"Good." She nodded, her hands now undoing my bra. "I'm not the sort of someone that you want to get involved with."
"Good to know." I gasped as her fingers pinched my nipples. "I'm not the sort of girl you want to get involved with either." I moaned as she leaned forward and took my left nipple in her mouth and sucked. "Ooh." I cried out and pulled her hair.
"Why's that?"
"Why's what?" I groaned as she pulled her mouth away.
"Why don't I want to get involved with you?" Her eyes looked into mine curiously.
"I'm trouble." I lied and pushed her head back down to my other breast.
"Oh really?" She grinned and her eyes flashed with some indistinguishable emotion as she took my other nipple into her mouth.
"Oh yeah." I lied again and closed my eyes. "I'm trouble with a capital T."
"I like girls that are full of trouble." She mumbled against my skin. "I like to make bad girls good." She nibbled on my nipple and sucked so hard that I felt a jolt of desire flash from my head to my toes.
"Then you better get started." I giggled and she picked me up in her arms and carried me to the bed.
"Oh, I'm ready to get started alright." She dropped me on the bed and then leaned forward and pulled my dress all of the way off. She groaned as she stared at my naked body, the lust in her eyes evident. "No panties, you little slut." She grinned at me.
"You took my panties." I protested as she laughed. "And I'm not a slut."
"I'm not a pimp so I don't care." She pulled her tie off and started unbuttoning her shirt.
"Four." I muttered to myself with a half-smile.
"What?" She frowned at me as she undid her belt buckle.
"You have a four pack, not six pack." I pointed at her stomach as I squirmed on the bed.
"Does that matter?" She fell on the bed next to me and grabbed my hand and ran it down her chest and abs.
"Hmmm, let me think." I ran my fingers across her chest and I felt the heat emanating from her skin seeping into mine.
"Don't think too long." She growled as she pulled her pants down and threw them on the ground. Now she was lying next to me in only a pair of white briefs and I wasn't sure if I could stand it. "So what's your favorite position?" She asked me softly as she rolled over on her side and stared at me, her fingers running down the side of my body.
"Huh?" I swallowed hard, gazing up at her, as my body trembled at her touch.
"Your favorite position." She smiled down at me sweetly. "You have beautiful brown eyes. You know that right?"
"Uhm, thanks." I touched her cheek. "And you have gorgeous green eyes, that sometimes look blue and sometimes look black."
"Like water on a dark troubled night?" She studied my face for a few seconds and then smiled.
"No, I was more thinking of blue purple violets on an Autumn day." I stroked her cheek. "Or a forest at midnight."
"Nah, there's nothing fall-like about me. I'm all stormy troubled waters." She leaned down and kissed me. "Troubled, troubled waters." She muttered against my lips as her hand slid down my legs.
I didn't bother to ask her what she meant. I mean what was the point? We weren't here to get to know each other. I wasn't her therapist and she wasn't my girlfriend. This wasn't some deep, meaningful night. This was about having fun. I ran my fingers down her back and wrapped my legs around her waist as she lay on top of me. I could feel her erection pressing into me hard and I groaned.
"Do that again." She muttered as her fingers played with my breasts.
"Do what again?" I squirmed against her and moaned.
"That." She growled and pulled away from me. I watched as she pulled her briefs off and her hardness sprung out of her briefs, powerful and confident. I shouldn't have been surprised at how thick and hard it looked, but I couldn't stop myself from licking my lips. "You like?" She grinned and raised an eyebrow at me.
"I don't think I can lie." I giggled as she grabbed me and pulled me on top of her so that I was straddling her. I could feel her hardness between my legs.
"You're so wet." She groaned as I rubbed myself back and forth on her.
"Shh." I leaned forward and kissed her. "No more talking."
"No more talking?" Her eyes narrowed.
"No more talking." I put my finger against her lips. "Just make love to me."
"Make love to you?" She smirked as her hands made their way to my waist and up to my breasts, squeezing them together softly.
"Fuck me." I whispered down at her as I continued my slow grind on top of her.
"Fuck you?" She smirked.
"Yes." I nodded with a small smile. "That's what you wanted right?"
She didn't answer me. Instead she reached to the nightstand and grabbed a packet and ripped it open. I watched her pull the condom out and I moved to the side so that she could slide it on. I stared at her then, pushed her hands back to the mattress and moved forward and up, sitting down gently on her, my eyes never leaving hers as she filled me up. In that moment, I felt more alive than I'd ever felt in my life. I felt like I was flying, soaring through the sky and nothing could stop me. I moved back and forth gently, but she wasn't having any of that. Her hands moved my hips back and forth quickly so that I was truly riding her like some sort of Texas Cowgirl.
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The rest of the night passed in a blur of different positions. I'd never been with someone that could get hard again so quickly after orgasming. She was like Superman. I'd have to nickname her Superman with the miracle tongue. She had me on the bed, on the couch, in the shower, on the floor. She fucked me hard, slow and in-between. She pleasured me with her fingers, her tongue and her cock and I screamed and shouted as if I were on a rollercoaster; which I suppose I was. I was on the rollercoaster ride of my life. I knew I'd be sore the next day, but I didn't care. We finally fell asleep at about four am. I awoke at five, needing to go to the bathroom and that's when I decided to leave. I grabbed my dress and pulled it on slowly as I stared at her sleeping body on the bed. She was a fine specimen of a woman. And she was obviously a dog if she was so quick to have a one night stand, but I knew that was unfair of me as I'd chosen to have a one night stand as well.
I crept out of her room, feeling high on life and incredibly satisfied. I'd had my first one night stand and it had been everything I'd thought it would be. In fact, it had been even better than I had thought it would be. I wished I could tell my ex GD about what I'd done. I wanted to call him and tell him that he'd been wrong about me. I wasn't a prude. I wasn't scared of sex. I was a confident, sexy woman. I'd just fucked a hot stranger and felt like a million bucks. I wasn't ashamed at all. I didn't even care that I didn't know her name and it didn't matter. I'd never see her again. I'd gotten mine and she'd gotten hers and now we could both move on with our lives.
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