Bathroom Sex

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I walk into the party feeling sufficiently buzzed.  Mark holds my hand instantly.

Mark swarmed by people as soon as we step foot in the party.  It’s dark and the DJ is loud, so I squeeze Mark’s hand extra tight. 

Mark chats with a group of his guy friends, while I attempt to not look bored.  His friends are nice and all, but I don’t want to talk about snowboarding.  I just want to spend time with my boyfriend.

My buzz is fading and is being wasted on lame conversation.  In my boredom, I watch my boyfriend talk.  He’s got a huge smile on.  His Red Bull hat sits perfectly on his head so that his little curls are showing.  My god he is so hot.

I trace my fingers over his; he must feel me do this because he quickly looks at me in mid sentence, then regains focus and continues what he was saying.  I wait for a moment when he’s not the one talking and whisper in his ear “lets go do something fun.”

Mark gives me an interested look and I drag him away from his pals.  Mark trails behind me as I guide us through the party.  I know exactly where I want to go.  Mark turns and pins me against the wall before we reach our destination.

“Where we goin, Keeks?”  Mark says cooly. I try to act casual against the wall, but it’s taking everything in me not to kiss him.

“I want to do something bad.”  I say biting my lip. I’m not very good at being sexy, but I’m definitely trying right now. Mark’s green eyes widen in surprise.  He quickly searches around the room.

“Are you taking me to the bathroom to go have sex?”  Mark asks, realizing my plan.  I blush, but it’s too dark for him to see.  “You’re mad.  We can’t here.”

Mark gives me a peck on the lips.  Before I can say anything, Craig appears out of nowhere.

“Heya, kiddies. They want ya over there, big boy.”  Craig tells Mark, leaning his head to the right.  Mark looks at me, knowing I don’t want him to walk away.  I give him a slight nudge letting him know it’s okay.  He gives me one more peck, and then is lost in the crowd of people.

“You need another drink, baby girl.”  I link arms with Craig and he escorts me to the bar.

“I think I need a few drinks, Craiger Bear.”

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