A Little Lost

Chapter Seven: Trust or thrust

LOUIE

The night at Derrick's beach house continued to unfold with a mix of laughter, music, and sparkling lights. My initial irritation at the handsome stranger on the beach had faded, replaced by a growing sense of acceptance of the evening's unexpected turns. Derrick's presence, along with the lively atmosphere, had a way of easing my earlier discomfort.

I had rejoined the party and was slowly letting myself get swept up in the festive spirit. Sandra, ever the social butterfly, was dancing with a group of friends, her laughter mingling with the upbeat music. I had wandered to the outdoor bar, where a variety of drinks were on offer. Deciding to fully embrace the evening, I grabbed a drink and took a cautious sip.

The alcohol, though stronger than I expected, was surprisingly smooth and refreshing. As I let the flavors linger, I felt the initial tension of the night begin to dissolve. The music was infectious, and I found myself tapping my feet to the rhythm, slowly allowing the party's energy to seep into my mood.

I looked around and saw that most people were enjoying themselves. Conversations buzzed, people danced, and the atmosphere was electric. I decided to get another drink, feeling more adventurous. This time, I opted for something stronger, hoping it would help me fully relax.

As I nursed my second drink, I started to feel a pleasant buzz. The initial awkwardness of the night was fading, replaced by a growing sense of camaraderie. I struck up a conversation with a couple of guests I hadn't met before. They were friendly, and their easy-going nature made me feel more at ease. We chatted about school, summer plans, and random topics, and I was surprised at how much fun I was having.

A few drinks in, the music had turned more upbeat, and people were hitting the dance floor. The alcohol had loosened me up, and I found myself moving to the beat, letting go of my earlier reservations. Sandra reappeared beside me, her face flushed with excitement.

"You're actually dancing!" she exclaimed, grinning widely. "I knew you'd come around."

I laughed, feeling a bit self-conscious but enjoying the moment. "Yeah, I guess I am. This isn't so bad after all."

Sandra grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. The crowd was moving in sync with the music, and I let myself be carried by the rhythm. The combination of the music, the drinks, and the energy of the crowd made it easier to forget my initial apprehensions.

As I danced, I couldn't help but notice how Derrick was effortlessly mingling with guests. He had an easy charm about him, and it was clear why he was so popular. His presence was magnetic, and he seemed to be enjoying himself, chatting and laughing with everyone around him.

I caught Derrick's eye a few times across the room, and he flashed a friendly smile each time. Despite my earlier irritation with him, I found his demeanor disarming. The way he interacted with people—genuine, relaxed, and charismatic—was hard to ignore.

As the night went on, I found myself chatting with various people, including a group I hadn't met before. They were friendly and engaging, and I enjoyed the easy camaraderie. I lost count number of drinks I've had but at this point the alcohol had already dulled my senses, and the details around me were becoming less distinct. The dim lighting in the house's interior added to the hazy feeling. At some point, I was approached by a guy whose face I couldn't quite place.

"Hey" a seemingly familiar voice whispered from my back, "Let's go upstairs" he added and a sudden chill crept my spine. My knees were trembling in excitement.

I nodded, feeling more than a little tipsy. "Sure, why not?" My response was slurred, but the invitation sounded appealing. I followed him toward the staircase, my steps uneven as I climbed the stairs. The excitement of the party seemed distant, replaced by a sense of adventure and curiosity about what the night had in store.

We reached the top of the stairs and walked down a narrow hallway. The lighting was subdued, casting long shadows on the walls. The guy led me to one of the rooms and opened the door. Inside, the room was dimly lit by a small lamp on a side table, and the darkness made everything feel surreal.

I stumbled slightly as I entered the room, my balance unsteady from the drinks. The guy shut the door behind us, and I turned to face him, trying to focus on his features. But the alcohol had clouded my vision, and his face remained a blur. He stepped closer, his presence warm and close.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and reassuring. I nodded, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and apprehension. Before I could react, his hands gently cupped my face. I was taken aback, but the touch was surprisingly tender.

Without warning, his lips pressed against mine in a kiss. The suddenness of it caught me off guard, but the warmth and intimacy of the moment quickly overpowered my surprise. The kiss was gentle at first, but soon it deepened, and I found myself responding instinctively. My hands rested on his shoulders, and the world around us seemed to dissolve into the softness of the kiss.

As we continued to kiss, the room felt like it was spinning slightly, the edges of my consciousness blurring into a haze of pleasure. The guy's touch was electrifying, and every movement of his lips against mine felt intense and consuming.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine in the dim light. There was a look of something—affection, desire, or perhaps a mix of both—reflected in his gaze. My heart was pounding in my chest, and the intensity of the kiss left me breathless.

I went on to grab him from his jeans, and there I felt a large bulge waiting to come out.  Little by little as if teasing, I unzipped the fabric and before I knew it I was faced with his luscious dick. I held it in my arms and gave it a suck. It was not like any other, it was huge,

The guy groaned in pleasure as I continued to play with his dick using my mouth. "Fuck" is all that I could hear him mutter.

After a few moments, he pulled me up for a passionate kiss. "Louie" he moaned in pleasure as if he couldn't take it anymore. So he turned me around and pulled my pants down.

"Beautiful" I heard him say between my thighs. Suddenly, I felt his tongue lick my hole as he bend me further. I moaned from the sensation and felt my dick licking in precum. This went on for almost like an eternity until I couldn't hold it anymore. I want more.

"Please" I begged the guy.

"Please what, baby" He teased as he showered my back with kisses.

"Fuck me" Before I knew it, his pulsing dick slid into my hole and for a moment I felt like almost fainting from the surging pain.

"Are you okay" He hushed from my neck, as if he was torn whether or not to pull out,

"You're huge" the words managed to escape my lips despite the excruciating pain.

"Fuck I'm sorry" I felt him say, concern was evident in his voice.

"Please thrust" I said with a hint of desperation in my voice.

He hesitated for a couple of minutes until I took the initiative to move my hips back and forth.

Surprisingly, the pain was replaced by pleasure.

The room was filled with moans and the sound of our bodies clashing as he surrounded me with his muscular form. His firm abs pressed against my back with each thrust, hitting a spot that made me beg him to go deeper.

This continued for hours until I felt my dick burst in cum and so did he, inside me.