Chapter 1: Drunken Stuper
CAUTION: MATURE CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK AND DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.
As the push of the base and the rhythm moved my hips I felt a presence behind me. Normally, I would shove whoever it is off of me, but tonight I’m in for anything. I turn around to the mystery man to see a tall, tan guy with a deep gaze that seemed to be digging into my soul. Holy shit, he was hot! I begin grinding up on his leg, like I’ve seen all the other girls doing. We were dancing for about 2 minutes, our bodies sweaty and hot for each other with the smell of alcohol seeping out of our breaths.
I had only been to a club one other time before and that was with my ex boyfriend. He hated everything to do with dancing and drinking and having fun in general, so I hadn’t been back until we broke up. Now that I’m on the prowl for a way to forget him, I was in the mood for anything, and mystery man was on the top of my list.
No words have been spoken yet, but I had a feeling he had the same intentions. Finally, he broke the silence between us over the loud bumps of the music, “Do you wanna get out of her, babe? My place?” His voice was low and deep, basically the biggest panty dropping voice in the world.
“Yeah, let’s go. I just have to let my friend know.” I couldn’t believe I was saying yes. As I searched for my friend, mystery man trailing behind me, I began to become aware of the situation. I was going home with a stranger to have some crazy anonymous drunk sex and never talk to him again and I was perfectly okay with it. A year ago it would have been so different.
After I found my group of friends and telling them I was leaving with the man who’s name I found out is Jesse, he led me to his car which was extremely nice might I add. He opened the passenger side door for me and I got in. I buckled my seat belt as he climbed in on the opposite side.
“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” I asked. I’m not very big on drunk driving. He just put the car into gear and began to drive to the downtown area of Boston.
“What’s your name, babe?”
“Aaliyah. You can call me Liyah if you want.”
“That’s hot.” He smiled cockily as he pulled up to a nice apartment building. As I took a double take, I realized it was the same apartment building that I lived in.
“Weird, I live here, too. Apartment 234.”
“234? That’s odd, I’m in 265.” He laughed. He got out of the car and opened my door for me again. Funny how a man who is only interesting in a hook up is such a gentleman about it.
After climbing the stairs to the 2nd floor, we got to his apartment. It was relatively clean for a bachelor pad, and tastefully put together I might add. The kitchen was spotless as if no one lived in the apartment. I was barely able to look around before I had strong hand take my hips and push me against the wall. Hungry lips met mine and we moved our lips in sync. His big strong hands grazed between my legs and up my thighs as I gasped in satisfaction.
“Jump up, babe.” I did so as he lifted me almost effortlessly and I wrapped my legs around his waist for support. He carried me to the bedroom, never letting his mouth leave mine and tossed me lightly on the bed. He then took off his shirt showing his toned abs. I must have been staring too long because he chuckled slightly and undid his jeans. As he pulled them down I became hungry with desire. This guy had it all, the good looks, the perfect body, and from what I could see through his underwear, an extremely nice boner.
He bent over me and motioned for me to take my shirt off. I followed in suit and his hand immediately grazed over the newly exposed skin. He began kissing me harder as he tried to undo my bra, being unsuccessful. I giggled as I reached back and undid it with a quick motion, pushing the bra to the side and letting my breasts be fully exposed. He smirked as he bent his head down and began sucking on my nipples, causing me to groan in pleasure.
I couldn’t keep my legs still as I reached down and pulled my skirt down leaving my lace thong on for him to see. He brought his head up to kiss me again. The kisses began to get rougher and I could feel his bulge pressed against my leg. I pulled off his boxer-briefs and grabbed his member and began to pump it. He moaned in response as he bent his head down to kiss my neck.
“Do you have protection?” I asked, obviously eager to get started.
“Yeah, one sec,” he panted as he got off of me and reached into the dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. He slipped in on and climbed back on top of me, teasing my entrance.
He slipped it in and I gasped in response. He steadily pumped in and out as we both moaned into each other’s mouth through our rough making out. He started to speed up, causing me to moan louder. I was getting closer and closer to my climax when he stopped and spun me around onto my knees. He slipped back in from behind causing me to moan even louder. I had always been a fan of doggy style, and he definitely knew what he was doing.
He pushed into me roughly, leaving wet kisses on my neck and shoulders. The only sounds were his subtle moans, my louder ones, and the clapping of my buttcheeks hitting his pelvis as he pounded harder and harder into me. I was getting closer to my climax, moaning in pleasure when he grabbed my hair gently and said, “say my name, babe. Say it.”
“Jesse!” I moaned as he kept thrusting into me. I kept saying his name every now and again until I finally crumbled around him. My breath was unsteady and I was pulsing around him as he continued to thrust into me.
“We aren’t done yet, babe.” He smirked as he turned me back around and had me climb on top of him. I lowered myself down onto him as he groaned in response. I began riding him as he grabbed my breast forcefully. I kept riding as he was moaning softly while saying my name quietly. He wasn’t very vocal, but I’d rather him be slightly quiet than louder than I was.
I continued to ride him as I moaned along with him. He was getting closer to climaxing as I began to ride faster. He suddenly stopped me and got me off of him. He then stood up and told me to bend down over the sofa in his bedroom, which I did. He slipped back into me and began to pound into me again. I was moaning his name as he moaned mine, his body hitting mine again with my buttcheeks hitting his pelvis harder than before.
I was about to climax again when he said, “You coming again, babe? Damn I’m good!” He slightly laughed as I came again around him while at the same time he came. “Ah, fuck,” is all I heard from him as he left the room to go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
And that was the night I became fuck buddies with my ex boyfriend’s new best friend.
