You stood stiffly by the corner of the dance floor, you weren't really much of a dancer and you were always saying the wrong thing or just creeping people out cuz you just stood there awkwardly trying to find the right thing to say. Your fingers tightened around the red solo cup you were clutching, squeezing it until it cracked under pressure and began to slowly drip. You looked at it, sighed and walked over to a trash can, dropping it into the black trash bag. When you looked up you were a little startled to see me standing there smiling at you, holding out a top hat extended in your direction.
"Take one, it's for a game." I invited you with another cheery smile.
"Okay." you said a little unsure and put your hand inside the hat, feeling around until you felt something long and sharp at the end and drew it out, a pencil. Puzzled you looked up at me and I cheered and clapped my hands together, "Awe! You got Sweden! I was hopping you would."
"Sweden?" You asked, quietly. You knew who it was but you hadn't talked to him or really seen him at all all evening.
"Yup!" I said and pulled you down a hallway and pushed you into a closet, "He's already in there cuz... well I kinda saw this one coming... so have fun for seven minutes."
Before you could protest I quickly shut the door and you heard a click as the door was locked soundly, leaving you alone in the darkness.... but you were far from alone.
"Sweden?" You asked, telling yourself not to say anything stupid.
"Yes?" You heard a voice reply and realized he was much closer than you had thought.
"I was... well... it's a game but I was wondering if..." yet again you didn't know what to say and it didn't help that you blushing really horribly and scrambling for words.
You felt a finger on your lips and you fell silent, "Is this what you wanted to do?" He asked and he kissed you, pulling you against him as he did so, You were a little shocked at first and went rigid but soon relaxed in his arms. He may have been big and intimidating but now he seemed different.
Cautiously you took the kiss deeper and felt him slightly pull back but than accept it, pulling you closer again, relaxing just like you had and submitting himself to his feelings. The kiss suddenly got more rough and he pushed you against the wall, seizing your hands and trapping them at your sides, his lips separated from yours for a moment so he could plant a trail of sensual kisses down your neck.
You moaned softly as he hit that sweet spot and he released one of your hands which flew up to the back of his head, bringing his lips back to yours, you felt him smile against you and smiled in return. His free hand was now pushing up your dress and running up your thigh, causing shivers to run up your spine. He broke away from your lips to whisper something, "You will come home with me tonight." It wasn't a question but rather a statement.
"Sweden." You said, starting to protest but his hand suddenly dipped below your panties waistline.
"Say yes," He demanded and before you could say anything the door of the closet sprang open and instantly he let go of you but kept a firm grasp on your hand.
~As always you get to decide what happens next! Hope you had fun!
