by Alexis Angel
She’s got her back against his chest, and her head rests against his shoulder. Her arm is hooked around his neck, and she’s grinding against his cock as his finger is between her well-pronounced slit, rubbing her clit through her thin fabric.
I only see it happening for a moment, but it affects me.
Just seeing the raw passion between the two of them sends a jolt through my body and a pooling wetness in my panties.
Christ.
I need that next drink.
Jeremy
As Laura struts through the crowd and back to the bar, I bring my beer up to my lips and tilt my head back to enjoy another sip of the crisp IPA I’ve decided on for the evening.
I’m not really too much of a drinker. Never have been. But tonight, picking up the pieces of Laura that were strewn about in her apartment made me require a little help to get myself to a more relaxed headspace.
It looks to me like she’s having a decent time. She’s realizing that we’re some of the few people here that aren’t in college anymore, and I think it rattles her cage a little.
Not that she doesn’t fit into the party scene. She’s kept the body of a goddess the entire time I’ve known her, and Jesus Christ, does she know how to work it out there.
Laura’s always been the type of person who doesn’t like wasting time on nonsense. She wants as much of her experiences as possible to add value to her life.
So wasting a couple of good ‘living it up’ years on a douchebag? Fucked her up.
Let me be clear—I think she was actually fucking happy with the dude. That’s the killer. She was willing to give up so much for him, only for him to just not give a flying fuck about her in the end.
I take another swig of my drink.
I’ve spent the better part of the night making sure Laura’s having a good time, and I think I just managed to piss her off.
I don’t dance.
Everywhere I go, women flock to me. Not a bad thing, I guess, but I’m getting fucking tired of the meaninglessness of it all.
If I go out there and dance, I’m more than certain it’ll call unnecessary attention to me. And then the eyes that have been literally all on Laura will be distracted, and I just don’t need that for her. I want her to have this moment.
Besides, getting a full view of that body from right here is about fucking perfect.
I go to take another drink.
“How are you doing tonight?” a sultry voice whispers in my left ear.
I’ve been so distracted, just keeping my eyes on Laura all night, that I didn’t notice this girl.
I turn my head to address her, and she full on drunk kisses me. Tongue and all.
I’m not a rude guy. So what do I do?
My dumb ass kisses her back.
I mean, what else am I supposed to do?
Her tongue wildly explores my mouth, flicking against the tip of mine and even grazing over my teeth. Her mouth tastes like Cuervo. I don’t want to be a dick, because again, I’m a nice guy, but I fucking hate tequila.
I power through it, though, because even though it’s sloppy, it’s not exactly the worst thing that could be happening.
When our lips finally part, all I see is Laura, standing stock-still on the dance floor, mouth wide open, eyes unblinking. The look of shock on her face is something I’ve never seen in our years of friendship.
It suddenly makes me question whether or not I should have reciprocated kissing this random chick. And what’s that about anyway? But fuck, she appeared so quickly I couldn’t even tell you what she looked like.
My heart races as she stomps over to me, drink in hand. I brace myself, ready to have it thrown on me for doing something stupid.
“You jackass! All you had to do was say you saw someone you had your eye on. I wouldn’t have tried to drag you out to the floor with me.”
“Oh. Her? No, Laura. Fuck, no. I’m not interested at all! I just—”
And there’s the drink. But it’s not Laura’s. And rather than just in my mouth, I now have tequila sunrise on my face and soaking my shirt.
“Fuck you, you dick!” the sassy redhead shouts as she slams her glass on the table next to me and storms off.
“Um”
Her face shows nothing but sheer confusion. I can’t say I have much more clarity on the whole ordeal myself.
“This girl just came up to me and decided to use my mouth for a game of tonsil hockey. I was caught off-guard. What was I supposed to do? I didn’t want to be rude!”
“Oh my god. Are you serious?” she continues, a slight smirk on her face. “That’s fucking wild.”
Laura takes another sip of her drink. If I had to guess, she’s switched to Green Dinosaurs because the Sex on the Beach wasn’t enough liquor for her. Laura the Lush.
If there’s anything I know about Laura after years of partying with her, it’s that she likes to go from zero to hammered in no time flat. If there were some way to measure a record for most responsible to most reckless under the influence of alcohol, she’d win. Hands down.
I sigh.
“Hey. I think I’m gonna go out to the back and smoke,” I say to Laura. All of the commotion has me really itching for a cigarette. “Do you want to come out?”
She takes a long gulp of her drink, finishing it off. Damn, she’s fast.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
We make our way out to the back of the building to the smokers’ area. The cool air nips at our skin as we walk along the path to where the ashtrays are.
“Brrrr. I’m freezing!” Laura exclaims, hugging her shoulders. Her tiny clothes aren’t exactly protective from the climate.
“You should have brought your jacket,” I comment, lighting the end of my cigarette. I take a quick drag and blow out the smoke.
I place my cigarette on the edge of the ashtray and remove my jacket and place it around her shoulders. “There.”
“Thanks, Jer.”
I pick up my cigarette and take a long drag. As I turn to blow the smoke out in the opposite direction of Laura, I’m caught off guard by what’s practically in front of me—and cough it all out instead.
Laura
I pat Jeremy’s back as he coughs smoke, trying to expel it all from his lungs. My eyes are locked on his face, and my heart is beating hard and fast, trying to make sure he’s okay.
“Jeremy?” I call out. “What happened? Are you okay?”
He continues to cough and starts using his elbow to cover his mouth.
“Remember how I fucking told you to quit smoking? Shit like this is why,” I state, really laying it on thick with the mom-like lecture while he’s suffering.
Then I remember when Jer told me that the douchebag wasn’t right for me.
All that concern Jeremy had for me. I actually fought with him about how he felt, when in reality, I should have been thankful that he was so concerned.
Shit. He’s still coughing.
I’ve seriously had way too much alcohol to be the one to handle this, but I do my best to channel my inner survivalist.
I study him, holding his back and his chest, and I begin to take deep breaths in and out, trying to coax him into doing the same. It takes a good amount of pushing to even get him breathing. He’s just fucking coughing.
“Jeremy. You need to breathe. Come on, dude,” I insist.
Finally, he gets in a few short breaths. They slowly get deeper and more promising.
Within a few deep breaths, Jeremy’s lungs decide they’re ready to function again.
Phew.
Let it be known to the world that if survival was on me and if breathing couldn’t fix the problem, we’d be goners.
I don’t ever want to be an EMT or a nurse or a doctor or any of that shit. It’s way too fucking stressful.
“What the hell happened to you?” I exclaim. “You scared me half to death, Jer.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he replies. “I just didn’t expect to see that.”
Jerem
y is pointing ahead of us, just a handful of feet away. I turn my head to where he’s directing his attention, and I gasp just slightly at the sight before us a little ways away.
The couple I saw out on the dance floor…the ones who were all but in each other’s pants off to the edge of the crowd? They’re going at it even harder in an alleyway between two buildings.
The girl’s luscious blonde locks are tousled all over her head, some of it drooping over her face and covering the gorgeous blue eyes I saw inside. Like, her eyes are the color that everyone wishes they had.
And not to mention she’s got an absolutely smokin’ body. Shit, the dude going at her knows it, too. He can’t stop touching her.
Shit. Is that fucking Emilia?
God, I haven’t seen her in…four years? We were like, partying besties back in the day, and now she’s got some guy getting into her pants. In public! And she was the tame one!
Well, fuck. Good for her. I resist the urge to shout something ridiculous like ‘You go, girl!’ at her and wreck her moment.
“Should we go inside?” asks Jeremy. He’s clearly not sure.
“Oh, please. I can’t imagine they’d be going at each other like this if they didn’t at least enjoy the thought of somebody maybe watching them,” I respond. “Besides, don’t you want to see what happens?”
“I don’t know, Laura…”
“Jeremy! Stop thinking so hard. Just live in the moment tonight, eh?”
Jeremy says nothing and backs himself against the side of the building, tilting his head enough to see the two of them still going at it.
I watch as Emilia slowly lifts her leg up and wraps it around the tall, handsome man’s hip and thigh. Her black Louboutins have a sexy sheen in the glow of the street light, adding even more allure to the already insanely sexy vibe she gives off.
His head tilts and turns, complementing hers and switching directions as their lips lock in a passionate, dramatic kiss. What I saw on the dance floor was a mere appetizer for these two.
God, I would kill to have this much passion in my life.
I can’t tell if it’s just watching this guy grind his cock against this girl’s pussy, the only barrier being their clothing, or if it’s the deprivation or the alcohol…but I’m so fucking horny right now.
I literally cannot tear my eyes away from them.
I’m so full of lust and desire that my pussy lips are literally aching for attention. Right there in the middle of the smokers’ area, I start rubbing my thighs together, forcing my thong to tease against my clit.
I look around quickly and realize there’s benches out here and promptly sit myself down with my hands between my legs. I try to be inconspicuous about it at first, just rubbing my fingers against my clit through my thong.
But as the two of them get even more into it, seeing him thrusting his cock against her, dry humping her against the building and groping hard at her tits, I get a little bolder.
I spread my legs and slide my fingers into my dripping pussy, using that sexy couple as my own live action pornography.
Jeremy breaks his attention from the couple to look over at me.
“Laura!” he shouts.
“Aaah!” I exclaim, tearing my hand out of my panties. “I-I don’t…I was just—,” I start. “It’s just been so—”
“Why’d you stop?” he asks.
I stare at him, silence dragging out for endless seconds as I try to process what he just said.
“I’m sorry?” I finally manage to respond.
“Tonight has been pretty full of spontaneity, wouldn’t you say?” he says as he approaches me slowly. Deliberately.
“Well, yeah. You could say that.”
“Right. Well, fuck. I’m adding to that then.” He stares back at me, our gazes fused together, a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
It’s hot, smoldering, and full of delicious promise.
“I fucking want you, Laura. I always have.”
Rather than responding, not even taking a moment to process it, I push my lips hard against his and give that party girl that kissed him inside a run for her money.
Jeremy is fucking hot, I can’t lie. I’ve always thought so.
There’s been so much sexual tension between us over the years, but we’ve never gone there. Our friendship has been too important.
But the way he’s looking at me, and with me being so riled up right now…I’m just ready to throw all caution to the wind.
Let’s fucking do this.
Before I can even say anything, he grabs my arms and yanks me up, pulling my body flush against his. And oh my fucking god, he’s rock-hard in all the right places.
My brain loses all sense of rationality as his tongue invites itself into my mouth, his hand exploring my body. My arms are up around his shoulders, and his palms are pushed firmly against my tits. I arch my back and strain against him, and it all feels so fucking good.
We walk backwards until I’m pushed up against the side of the building just like my blonde heroine across the way, Jeremy caressing every inch of my body as our tongues dance together in the most unexpected, passionate kiss of my life.
Jeremy
While my tongue flicks against Laura’s, wild thoughts fly through my head. I’ve been crazy about her for years, and now that what’s-his-face is finally out of the picture, I can have her.
The night is cool and so, so dark. We’re graced with traces of moonlight and just a couple of dimly lit lights right outside of the building.
Seeing her out on the dance floor earlier, then witnessing her masturbating, and now massaging those huge, soft tits in my hands…all of it has me so hard, my cock is twitching against her as we kiss.
As our lips part, Laura sighs into my mouth, leaving her warm breath tingling against my lips. I stare deep into her eyes and cup my hand around the back of her neck.
“Laura, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper against her lips.
“You really mean that?” she says.
“Of course I do. You’re goddamn beautiful,” I return.
As we share another kiss, the wind comes whistling through, neither of us concerned about the cool air blowing against our now radiating bodies. We’re our own source of heat now, our bodies burning with long pent-up desire.
I push my knee between hers to part them and slide myself closer to her, my cock pressed hard against her pussy. Fuck, I want her.
Footsteps along the pavement come within our hearing range, making both our hearts skip a beat.
We pause for a moment, staring and smiling at each other. We peel ourselves off the wall to scope the back lot before we return our focus to one another.
My cock is aching for Laura’s sweet, wet cunt.
Once we’re sure the footsteps have stopped, I look over at Laura. Our eyes meet, and our mutual desire is clear and present.
Laura pushes at my chest, forcing me hard against the wall. I’m head-rushed and turned on—horny as fuck, really—and I follow her lead.
Her wandering hands are all over my body, starting on my chest and traveling up and down my abs. The sensations make me even harder.
Fiercely, she drops to her knees, making herself eye level with my crotch. There’s no fear in this incredible woman.
She pulls out my long, throbbing cock, her eyes tearing away from mine to marvel at its massive length and girth before shoving it into her mouth.
What a fucking perfect slut.
But now that it’s actually happening? No fantasy compares.
The pulsing of the club can still be felt as we’re pressed against the wall, the driving beat of the bass vibrating through our bodies.
We’re so close to other people. The chance that someone will come out is pretty fucking high, yet neither of us even care. Let them fucking watch.
As my cock slides further into her mouth, she rotates her head, twisting her mouth as she slides in the shaft. I can’t help but let groans of utter fucking satisfact
ion escape my throat.
I flex my hips towards her face and start thrusting as she slides her mouth further onto my giant cock.
Lacing my fingers through her hair as her tongue and throat works my cock, I graze my fingers against her scalp. She moans wildly as my cock is stuffing her full.
I continue thrusting against her face, fucking her mouth in this empty, dark smoking area. Anyone could appear at any time and see us here, and the thrill of that only heightens my hunger for her.
I moan at the thought as my cock glides in and out of her throat.
Knowing how fucking hot this woman is, and having her suck my cock because she fucking wants it so bad, has me right on the edge.
With one final moan humming against my cock in her throat, I’m set off.
Streams of cum erupt from my cock and coat the inside of her throat and mouth.
I hold her head in place as I come, flexing each time another spurt of cum blows out of my throbbing cock. After a few final thrusts, my thoughts become more coherent, and the reality sets in that I’ve just throat-fucked my hot best friend.
She brings her feet underneath her and stands up, wiping the corners of her mouth.
“Yummy,” she comments as she licks her finger, staring at me seductively as she treats her digit as a lollipop.
I pull her face to mine and kiss her hard, stroking her cum-infused tongue with mine. She moans in my mouth and breathes in hard before pulling away.
“Fuck, Jeremy,” she whimpers. “I want your cock inside of me.”
If there’s any surefire way to get me going again after just coming, it’s that. I’m already fully hard again as she finishes the sentence.
“Please fuck me. I’m so wet I can’t even think,” she pleads as another howling gust of wind blows between us.
Smirking, and without a word, I spin her around against the rough brick wall. She tosses her arms up above her head against the wall, bracing herself, stretching her tube top so much that it pulls itself down and exposes her nipples to the cool brick.
