The One Night Stand

Chapter 15

  The party began to wind down sometime before 2am. The last one standing were Cat and Trent, Tom and Sam, two couples from Nic's agency and oNicola and Steven. The group was scattered all over Nicola's luxury apartment, as Cat surveyed the mess in the games room.

  "Let's have shots." Sam exclaimed from the bar, almost everyone protested. "Come on, ya bunch of pussies." She screamed. Cat was standing beside the pool table, she shook her head as Trent asked her if she wanted a drink. She'd already had far too much. She was having trouble focusing.

  "Game of pool?" She was startled by Tom's voice behind her. She'd been avoiding him all night after the dance floor incident. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him, it was apparent after he danced with her that she couldn't trust herself in his presence.

  "I'm terrible at ball sports." She said and hiccupped. They both laughed, despite her protest Tom handed her a pool cue.

  "It's easy, here, let me teach you something for a change." He whispered into her ear. She could hear the rest of the group but couldn't see anyone, suddenly very aware she was alone with Tom.

  "Ok." She said she quietly, looking up at him under her long lashes.

  Flirting with Tom Bell was like a tick she couldn't control. He stood behind her and put his hands over her's showing her how to hit the white ball with the cue. Her first attempt was dismal, she missed the ball totally and dropped the cue, Tom was still standing behind her as she laughed at herself. He moved a little closer and was suddenly was pressed against her back. She gasped as he pressed against her urgently.

  "I know you still want me." He breathed heavily into her ear.

  Without thinking, she instinctively pressed her backside against his hardness. He covered her breasts with his large hands and teased her already hard nipples through the flimsy satin dress. She wanted him so much, and with all the alcohol in her system she didn't know how to stop herself. So she didn't.

  Cat reached behind her back and undid his jeans, releasing him. She then lifted her dress as an invitation. He pulled her dress up moaned at the sight of her ass in a G-string, she rubbed his hard cock against her wetness.

  "Fuck me." She whispered as she guided his hard cock towards the throbbing between her thighs. He pulled her panties aside and entered her without warning. She gasped at the sensation as he moved inside her urgently and quietly, she bit her lip trying not to moan aloud. His breathing was heavy on her neck as his pace increased.

   Cat leaned over the pool table and gave him access to her as he exploded inside her. Breathing heavily, Tom pulled her up and pulled down her dress in one quick movement then disappeared out onto the balcony as she heard the footsteps approaching.

  "There you are," Sam whispered looking around suspiciously. "Uncle Trent said one tequila shot and you have to go home." Cat tried to compose herself, but she suddenly felt nauseous. Cat held her hand over her mouth and ran to the toilet to throw up. "Oh oh, no more for you." Sam yelled and burst into laughter.

  Cat buried her head in the toilet bowl and threw up over and over. She knew it was partly because of too much alcohol, but mostly because of what she had just done with Tom. She felt awful, disgusted with her lack of self control when it came to resisting Tom Bell. She heard Trent knock on the bathroom door and yelled for him not to come in. When she eventually resurfaced, it was to the sight of Nicola arguing with Trent at the bar.

  "You can both stay here, why torture Cat by the long drive home?" Nic was saying.

  "No thank you, she'll be fine." Trent replied abruptly.