My friend Monica was turning 21, and it was a big deal. She was the "baby" of our group and the last to reach legal age, so we threw her a big party. It was a campus wide thing, and it was pretty much open to the public. We charged a fee at the door and gave it to her as a gift. We had a Jamaican themed party for her, since she was from Jamaica. We played music from Jamaican artists the whole night. It was wonderful and I was having a great time. There was this cute girl working the bar, and I'd done a little flirting. All of my friends were there to wish Monica a happy birthday, and we were all dancing with each other. Then, I saw T on the dance floor. She looked up and saw me and motioned for me to come over. I quietly broke off from my friends and made my way to her. When I reached her, she was smiling.
Toni: Wanna dance?
she shouted over the music. It was Bob Marley's "Stand Up for Your Rights." She took my hand and we began dancing. She was a good dancer. She bobbed to the Reggae beat, spinning me around a bit. We were smiling and laughing with (and at) each other. I turned around, and she grabbed my hips, holding my in place. We danced like that for a little, then a slow song came on. It was "In Love With You" by Erykah Badu and Stephan Marley. It was a smooth song, perfect for slow dancing. Her hands held me close as her hips swayed to the music. I could feel every move she made. I could feel her heartbeat against my back, her breath on my neck. We moved to the rhythm, in perfect rhythm. She leaned into me and breathed in.
Toni: You smell delicious.
she said. Then, she kissed my neck.
Toni: You taste good, too.
I loved her voice so close to my ear. Her hands moved away from my hips and ran along my waist, coming dangerously close to my breasts. She was breathing into my neck, and I could smell her cologne. I could feel her lips against my earlobe and her lashes on my cheek. My breath was coming in gasps as I struggled to maintain my composure. I wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled her closer into me. I was so wrapped up in her. I just wanted to do whatever I could to get her closer to me. I ground my hips into hers and felt something...stiff. I gasped at my new discovery, and could feel her smile against my neck. We danced for a moment longer. Her hands were roaming, and I sighed at the feel of them.
Toni: You wanna go?
she said into my ear. I knew what she was really asking. I bit my lip and nodded because that was all I had the strength to do. For a second, I thought about saying no. But when she accented her question with a bite on my ear, that flew out of my mind.
Toni: Let's go, baby.
she said, her voice was so husky. She grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the building. I saw Tasha on my way out, and ignored the look of surprise on her face. I gave Monica a hug and wished her a happy birthday one last time, told my friends bye, then we were out of the door. The campus was about five minutes away from the club, and we made it to Boden hall in no time. We rode up the elevator in silence because there was another girl in the elevator with us. I'm sure that if we were alone, we wouldn't have made it to her room. As soon as we got into her room, we were ripping things off of one another.
Janet: Is your roommate coming home soon?
I asked, out of breath while I unbuttoned her shirt
Toni: She's gone for the weekend.
She breathed into me
Janet: Good.
I said.
Janet: I can have you all to myself.
she smiled before kissing me again. I wanted her naked immediately. It was like how you ripped open your presents on Christmas morning when you were a kid. I couldn't get her clothes off quick enough. And when I did, she looked good, damn good. I looked at her up and down. She was a sight to be seen. Her breasts were beautiful: C cups with beautiful chocolate brown nipples. Her waist came in nicely and gave way to curved hips. Her stomach abs were defined, but not rock hard; just the way I like them. Her stance was one of anticipation, her expression one of want. I loved the contrast of her femininity and her masculinity. It was gorgeous. I looked at her standing there, with her harness around her waist, her dildo bobbing between her legs. I wanted to tackle her. We paused for a second, looking each other over. Then we flung ourselves at each other. The truth was, I'd thought she was sexy the moment I saw her, but my pride wouldn't let me admit it. I wanted her from the beginning, but I'd denied it. Now, standing in her room with her tongue in my ear, I allowed myself to want her. I allowed myself to need her, to whisper her name. She backed me up onto a desk in her room, and pushed everything off of it so that I could lean back onto it. I kissed her hard and pulled her to me.
