by Anthology
We both went to state and our parents didn’t bat an eyelash when we moved in together junior year.
Nope, the only person who ever expressed one peep of concern was Heidi, who dutifully refills my shot glass.
As soon as it is full I throw it back and stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I try not to cough from the burn of alcohol sliding down my throat. “Do I look one-night-standable?”
She sets the bottle of tequila down and shakes her head but still says, “Yes Sasha, you look very sexy.”
I glance down; still surprised to see all the cleavage I was rocking. Lifting a hand to each of my breasts I squeeze them and lift them, bouncing them a bit while Heidi covers her eyes.
“This bra is like boob magic,” I whisper, still amazed by my own boobs.
It’s not like I didn’t have okay boobs, I did. They just weren’t crazy big or all cleavage-y normally.
“It’s a push up bra babe,” Heidi laughs and reaches to pull one of my arms down.
“A magical push up bra,” I agree.
She nods, still shaking her head. “We’re not going anywhere until you drink one giant glass of water.”
I frown, thinking of all of the times I’ve said those words to her. I don’t want water. I want to get drunk and have a guy do me like he means it.
“Fine,” I grumble.
She laughs as she walks to her kitchen. I’m crashing with her until I can find a new place. Paul can have the apartment; I’m never going back there.
She comes back with a gigantic cup of water.
“I’ll be peeing all night,” I groan, reaching for it.
She nods. “You’ll thank me for it tomorrow. Plus, if you’re hell bent on screwing a random tonight, you do not want to be sloppy drunk just happy buzzed.”
“Why can’t I be sloppy drunk?” I argue.
She frowns at me. “It’s one thing to have drunk sex with a guy you’re dating, it’s another thing altogether with a stranger. Any guy who’d have sex with a girl who was sloppy drunk is a jerk who might not listen if she gets sober and changes her mind.”
“Okay,” I murmur, her words sobering me more than the trough of water she brought me.
I’ve only ever made love, or what I thought was love with one guy. I don’t know how to be single.
She sees my expression and gives my hand a squeeze. “I have a finely tuned asshole radar. If you absolutely must have a one night stand I’ll make sure you end up with a decent guy.”
I squeeze her hand back. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Which is the only reason I’m going along with this.”
She’s the best friend a girl could have. I dutifully drink every drop of water while she watches. Once my cup is empty she takes it from me and sets it on the coffee table behind us.
“Lets go.”
The bar is packed when we get there and my nerves are starting to kick in. “Is it okay if I have a drink as long as it isn’t another shot?”
She nods and leans against the bar, giving the bartender a decent view of her rack. Heidi does not need any push up to help emphasize her boobs.
The bartender gets one look at her and hurries over to take our order. She gives him a wave and a grin before turning back to me and passing me a fruity drink.
I take one sip and then another. “Holy crap this is good.”
She lifts her index finger. “One glass of water for every one of these you drink.”
“Yes, mom,” I reply before taking another sip.
She takes my other hand and leads me toward the most crowded part of the bar, the section closest to the stage where a band plays.
There’s a grouping of high top tables and chairs off to the side, all of them taken. I try to tug on her arm. She looks back at me, and motions for me to keep following her, so I do.
She leads us right to one table where three guys are already sitting and watching the band. One of them stands when he sees her approach and pulls her into a hug once she’s close enough for him to reach.
She looks back at me, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.
Interesting.
She introduces me to the hugger, “Nick, this is my friend Sasha.”
Shouting over the music, he introduces the both of us to his friends, Matt and Jason.
I know, in that moment, if he’s willing, which I hope he is, that I want to end up in bed with Matt tonight.
It’s the glasses. I don’t know what it is about them but he has this whole Clark Kent nerdy hot guy thing going on.
In fact the only thing throwing me off is the diamond stud in his ear.
I push in closer to him and set my drink on the table next to his. “What’s up with the earring?”
His hand reaches for it, and he turns the stud with his thumb and forefinger. Suddenly I have a vision of him doing that to my nipple and I have to press my legs together.
“Do you like it?” He laughs, his mouth opening to show me his pearly white teeth.
This is good. This is good. It’d be hard to want to kiss him if it looked like he didn’t take care of his teeth.
I shake my head and laugh as well. “It makes you look like a pirate.”
Jason laughs and smacks Nick’s shoulder. “She said Matt’s earring makes him look like a pirate.”
They both laugh while Heidi and I give them confused looks. Why was that so funny?
Matt leans in closer to explain. “I was a pirate for Halloween. They dared me to get the earring to go with the costume and then bet me I wouldn’t keep wearing it.”
“How long do you have to wear it to win the bet?” I ask.
“Till next Halloween,” he replies.
I move in closer and watch as his eyes flick to my boobs before moving back to my eyes. Yay magic bra.
“What do you get if you win?” I ask.
He shifts his glasses up his nose before replying, “bragging rights.”
My mouth drops. “That’s it?”
Jason leans in on my other side. “I would have taken it out after a day.”
My eyes move over Matt’s handsome face, taking in the strong cut of his jaw and his oh so kissable lips before moving back over to his ear.
“I don’t know, maybe it’s growing on me.”
When Matt and Jason get up to go grab all of us another round I pull Heidi close. “Find out if he’s single.”
She throws her arm around my shoulder and moves her mouth to my ear. “Already did and Nick said he thinks he’s interested in you because he keeps checking you out.”
I suppress my desire to squeal and ask, “Should I go for it, do you think he’s a good guy?”
She leans back waiting until my eyes are on hers to nod and say, “oh yeah. I’ve known Nick for awhile and he vouched for him.”
I bite my lip. “Okay, how do I make him want me?”
She leans in again and whispers, “find excuses to touch him. Put your hand on his thigh, his arm, and his chest and see what he does. Oh, and stand for a bit. That way when Jason and him come back there isn’t a chair for you and you can ask to sit in his lap.”
My mouth drops. She is a genius.
I slide off my chair once I see them coming back.
I laugh when I see Matt brought me a water and another fruity drink. Like a good girl I gulp down the water before I start my other drink.
After taking a sip, I rest my hand on his thigh and lean in close to him to thank him for getting it for me. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as I feel the heat from his muscular thigh warm my hand.
I want him.
Taking Heidi’s advice, I touch him every chance I get and am thrilled when he starts to return the favor. In fact, I don’t even have to ask to sit in his lap, after I causally ask if we should try to find another chair he tugs me into it.
One moment I was standing and now I’m sitting on him. I don’t want to act like an animal in heat but it’s taking everything I have not to wiggle my ass agai
nst him.
I lean against him, my eyes settling on that ridiculous diamond stud in his ear. I can’t help it; I giggle which makes him turn his face to look at me.
We’re nose to nose. “What’s so funny?”
I gulp. “I never thought a guy wearing an earring would turn me on.”
His legs shift under me, his arms moving to circle me in a tight band around my waist. “Oh yeah?”
Instead of answering him, I kiss him, hard. There’s a moment of hesitation on his part, enough for me to panic before he kisses me back, just as hard.
My mouth opens under his and his tongue slides in. He tastes like whiskey and want.
My hands move into his thick dark hair. It’s full and soft with a hint of a curl. I imagine my hands in his hair as he does things to me with his tongue.
That has me breaking our kiss and panting as I say, “I’ve only had sex with one man my whole life and it turns out he was gay. Will you please have sex with me?”
He blinks at me, his eyes searching my face before he says, “Let’s go.”
I grin and he leans in to kiss me again. This time I taste nothing but his desire. Still, I break it; I want to do a whole lot more than kiss him.
I slide off his lap and grab my purse before leaning into Heidi and saying, “we’re leaving.”
She kisses my cheek and whispers, “go get him tiger.”
He takes my hand and pulls me from the bar, leading us in the opposite direction of the parking lot.
I point back towards the cars and he replies, “I walked. My place is just up around the corner from here.”
His place. Where he is going to have sex with me.
My hand squeezes his and he slows his pace until he stops, turning to face me, his hands moving into my hair. “We don’t have to do anything. We can just hang out.”
I wet my lips and say, “I’ve never had an orgasm I didn’t give myself.”
His fingers tighten in my hair and he lowers his face to mine, taking my mouth in a brutal kiss that leaves me certain of his passion before saying, “that’s changing tonight.”
We practically run to his apartment. Once we reach his door, he presses me up against the wall next to it, his erection grinding against me. “I’m going to make you come so hard you scream.”
Yes. Oh God Yes.
As soon as his door is open we’re a tangle of hands and mouths, stripping each other as we kiss. I’m so turned on I could burst, or, or I could just burst.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
All that water made me really have to pee. “Where’s your bathroom?”
He blinks down at me. His jeans are unbuttoned, his hoodie off, his t-shirt is still half on through one arm, and his glasses sit crookedly on his nose.
My shirt is off and his large hands are cupping my, still bra wearing, breasts. Yes, this is a bizarre moment to stop and ask where the bathroom is.
He lifts one of his hands from my breast to gesture toward an open door down a hall. “It’s there.”
“I’ll be right back. I just drank a lot of water and am about to pee myself,” I explain, half running to the bathroom.
After I go, and go, and go some more, holy crap I had to go, I flush. Then, as I wash my hands I stare at my reflection. My first thought, geez this bra makes my boobs look awesome, my second; I cannot wait to let Matt make me come so hard I scream.
I dry my hands and go in search of him.
“In here,” I hear and head that way.
He’s in his bedroom. His shoes, socks and t-shirt are now off but his jeans are still on.
I waste no time in joining him on his bed.
“Feel better?” He asks.
I straddle him, and his hands move to unhook my bra.
As it comes undone I panic and press my hands to my chest, holding my bra to me. “I should warn you. It was the bra that made my boobs look so good.”
He grins, pushing my hands away. “Let me be the judge of that.”
I gulp, letting the bra fall away from my body. He sits up, still keeping me straddling him and wiggles his glasses.
Slowly, so slowly every inch of my skin is tense with anticipation, his hands move back to my breasts. He cups them, squeezing them before running his thumbs across my nipples until they tighten into firm buds before his eyes.
“I have to say, these may be the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen in my life,” he murmurs before dipping his head.
He pinches one nipple while running his tongue over the tip of the other. I gasp, my hands moving to his head, holding him to me. If I thought I was turned on before that was nothing to now.
I ache for him, a throb radiating from the core of me.
I shift my hips against his, my skirt riding up so my wet panties press against his hard length.
I might make myself come just from this alone. He stops me though, pushing me backward until my shoulders hit his comforter. Then his hands roam, moving across my skin intent to drive me wild. They move over my breasts, my ribs, my neck, and my belly. Then, down to my thighs and under my skirt.
He pushes at it, uncovering me, his gaze coming to rest on my panties.
With one finger he pushes the fabric to the side and begins to play with my clit. Gasping, my hips buck.
“I could come just looking at you,” he groans, easing that finger inside of me.
My mouth drops open, I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s so sexy with his now messy dark hair, his superman glasses and that silly diamond winking at me.
I could come just looking at him, his firm shoulders, his solid chest and abdomen. He doesn’t have the six-pack Paul had and I rejoice in it. No, there is something so sexy about Matt’s body in a rugged way Paul never was.
His hands move to my panties and I shift my legs, helping him pull them off of me. Then, my back still to his bed, he lifts me to his mouth, pausing only to throw my legs over his shoulders. Then he goes down on me like licking my pussy was what he was born to do.
“Holy crap,” I gasp.
His hands cup my ass, holding me to him. Even though his mouth was doing unreal things to me, what was even sexier was the way he locks eyes with me while he does it.
This is hot as hell, and I have no doubt in my mind that this is exactly where he wanted to be. This incredibly sexy man, wanted me, and he wanted me bad.
He was right.
I came so hard I screamed.
I’m still catching my breath as he eases my legs back down to his bed. Then he crawls up my body and kisses me.
I’ve never tasted myself; Paul never wanted to have oral sex. It was so unexpected to taste my pussy on Matt’s lips. It felt dirty and sexy and so amazingly passionate I get turned on all over again.
“Do you have condoms?” I ask, my hands pushing into his pants.
He breaks our kiss, pulling away to rifle around in the drawer of his bedside table. It’s weird, but I like that he has to look for them, like grabbing one was not a nightly occurrence for him.
Because, even though I was using Matt for sex tonight, I already liked him. And, to be honest, I could get used to him going down on me like that.
Once he has the condom, I pluck it from his hands and push him onto his back. I know I originally thought I wanted him to do me but I decided, I wanted to be the one in control.
While I tear open the condom wrapper, he loses his pants and boxers, leaving his log of a dick resting hard on his belly. Well hello big boy. I’m going to be sore tomorrow but it’ll be worth it after riding him.
I waste no time getting the condom onto him. Before I hop on, I unzip and slide off my skirt so we’ll be skin to skin. Any nerves I felt before his mouth went to town on me are gone. In fact, I feel freer than I’ve felt in a long time.
His hands settle on my hips as I move to straddle him again. Reaching between us, I grab his cock, lifting him up and lining him up to me.
There’s a delicious stretch as I slide down his cock. Once he’s rooted I take a
moment to do nothing else but enjoy our connection, to glory in the way he fills me.
One of his hands coasts up my torso, between my breasts to the back of my neck where he grips me, pulling my mouth down to his. Our kiss is a crash, two birds in flight joined together mating on the wind.
I was wrong if I thought I’d be the one riding him. With his hand gripping my neck, my hair falling all around him, his hips piston upward. All I can do is hang on as both his mouth and his cock take me.
It’s fast, it’s hard, it’s rough, it’s everything I dreamed and so much more I didn’t even know to want.
It is also loud, the slap of our flesh bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. The angle at which he drives in, and my already primed sex have me stunned to feel something building inside of me.
He is going to make me come again. Holy crap and the way it is building, he is going to make me come even harder than he had before.
“Yes,” I groan. “Don’t stop Matt.”
If possible, he goes even harder. “I’ll never stop. God, never felt this good.”
I move my lips to his neck, only in an attempt to try and catch my breath. My entire body feels pulled tight but curled up in a ball at the same time. His hips, they just continue to pound against me. It’s too much. It’s too much. The building pressure, it’s so intense, it’s so big.
I stiffen and then break, coming with a sob. He does not stop, the thrust of his cock into my throbbing pussy only making my orgasm longer, never ending, something I didn’t even know was possible.
Then, as I continue to cling to him, my breaths coming in pants, he groans as he finds his release.
I’ve never heard a sexier sound.
His hands are vice grips on my hips, holding me down as he presses upward, his body shaking slightly.
I’m boneless, a glob of my former self laid out across him.
This is the sexiest, most insanely perfect night of my life. This handsome man has not only rocked my body but my world as well. I know in the moment that I don’t want this to be our only night together.
Be cool Sasha, seductive and cool.
As feeling creeps back into my muscles, I shift against him and press open mouth kisses to his neck.
“That was amazing,” I purr.