Champagne and Shackles with a Wild Latina | 2016

In college my roommate Josh and I were inducted into rival social groups that were filled with interesting and attractive people. For weeks we would go to events and then return home and talk about the different people we had met in our respective groups. As time wore on and we developed friendships within the groups, Josh kept telling me I needed to meet, and then hookup with, his Puerto Rican friend Maria, whom he described as beautiful — but crazy. Fully single since the first time I started college, that sounded like the perfect combination.

“No, no, no, man. Not her,” Josh said as he looked at the list of pairs, devised by some of the leaders of both groups. We were at a Champagne-and-Shackles mixer between our groups, and for some reason he did not approve of my pairing. With a few drinks already in our systems, he didn’t think twice — he grabbed a pencil and quickly made some revisions, and the writing that now stood across from my own read Maria. Josh, you legend, I thought.

A champagne and shackles mixer, for those unaware, is when two people are handcuffed or tethered together, and in their free hand both have a bottle of champagne. I suppose it is really a race between all the pairings to see who will finish their bottles first, but when you’ve already been drinking and you end up attached to a beautiful Latina, it’s easy to lose focus on the competition.

Maria was around 5’4”, with dark eyes and hair, a broad smile, and a slim but curvaceous body. She started giving me shit right away.

“So you’re Josh’s friend, huh? This is it?” Her accent was incredibly sexy.

“I guess so. And you’re Maria, then?” I said, as I leaned away and jokingly-but-not checked her out.

She smiled and continued to push the bull-shit, and I gave it right back, and we drank the champagne.

Our bottles were nearly finished when she said “Psh, I’m getting out of here,” and began walking away, despite the fact that we were still shackled together at the wrist. I pulled my arm back and she spun back to me and settled against my chest. Her eyes burned as she glared up at me as I held her.

“Let’s go see the rest of the house,” I said. The party was going on all around but the degree of drunkenness enabled an anonymity that we embraced as we found ourself alone in the kitchen. We backed against a counter top and our lips met and we kissed deeply and intensely, almost savagely. She kissed well and within minutes we had moved to the bathroom next to the kitchen. It was a blur of passionate kissing and grabbing and feeling as we rolled on the floor. But we were interrupted by a friend of mine banging on the door who needed to pee. I opened it and Maria and I went out. We untethered so that I could go and pee in the backyard. When I returned, Maria was gone.

But she had given me her number earlier, so I texted her.

-Where are you?

-At home. Too drunk.

-I’ll text you tomorrow.

I looked around the survivors and found Josh and we walked home to pass out.

I awoke the next day around noon and the sun was shining and the water I had drank the night before had worked valiantly against the day’s hangover, but I was still exhausted and ready to just chill for the day. I knew smoking a little weed would be the perfect remedy for the little hangover my water consumption couldn’t cure.

I texted Maria.

-Hey, do you want to come over and smoke?

-Yes. Just need to shower.

I gave her my address and she was over within an hour. I opened the door and she stood there a bit sheepishly, most of the fight of the night before gone out of her.

We sat in my bed against the wall next to the open window and smoked a bowl in the sun. After a few passes we had had enough and it rested on the bed between us. We spoke little. Thinking of last night, I felt bold enough to move everything off the bed and onto my desk, and move myself next to her. I traced my fingers from her hand up to her shoulder and then to her chin and I brought it to mine and we kissed again, more gently than the night before. But soon it was again deep and passionate and I was on top of her and my hands explored her body, rubbing up her bare sides under her shirt.

Quickly I took off her shirt and bra and moved my tongue to her nipples, and then down her belly to her pants. I unbuttoned them and began to slide them off and she arched her butt off the bed to help me. She wore sexy black lace panties and I could feel my dick grow. I was down to just my underwear by the time I pulled hers off and rubbed my hands up an down her thighs before putting my mouth on her shaved vagina. She tasted amazingly fresh and sweet. I loved every second of it as I moved my tongue from deep in her pussy up to her clit. She moaned as I searched for the perfect spot. Finding it, I reached down and began to finger her. She moaned louder and then louder again as I put the second finger in. I was fucking her slowly with my fingers, arching them up as I pushed them deep into her while my tongue continued on her clit. She moaned louder still as I moved a finger from my free hand, wet with her juices, down to rub her ass. Judging from the moan I figured she liked it so I slowly pushed my finger into her ass until it was all the way in. I then began to move it in and out very slowly, all the while licking her clit and fingering her pussy. Her moans escalated as I moaned back into her, tasting her beautiful pussy and feeling her tight asshole wrap around my finger, and hearing her moans react to how I moved it. She moaned louder still and soon was cumming on my mouth, my fingers holding as deep inside her as I could go as my tongue pressed firm against her clit. Her body and legs went tense as her orgasm took hold of her. I kept my fingers and tongue as they were until she came down, and then slowly took my fingers out of her ass and pussy and gently moved my tongue over her vagina until I sat up. I wiped my mouth and put the juices on her chest and then licked them up again as I went up to cuddle her for a little.

Despite being incredibly turned on, I had gotten soft at this point, focusing all my attention and energy on pleasing her. I took off my underwear and began to touch myself as she looked on. She told me that was the first time she had ever orgasmed from oral sex alone, and I wanted to fuck her even more. I rolled her over onto her stomach and kissed down her back until I came to her butt. Her skin tasted amazing, sweet from her shower and a little salty from the sweat of her orgasm. I kissed down her butt cheeks and put my face between them and began to lick her asshole. She moaned in appreciation and had me instantly hard and after a minute of this I didn’t want to wait any longer.

I turned around and spit on my hand and rubbed it on my dick as I positioned behind her. I hesitated before putting it in, wondering if she wanted me to wear a condom, but she said nothing so I entered her until I was all the way inside. I began to thrust slowly and deeply, but then began thinking of her attitude the night before and began fucking her hard, her ass bouncing back against me as I pounded her as hard as I could. My hands alternated between slapping her ass and holding her arms pinned to the bed, with at times my nails digging into her back as I held her down and pounded her pussy. We both moaned with exhilaration from this primal fucking. Eventually Maria was cumming again and seeing her sexy ass bounce against me and hearing her moans pushed me over the edge and I pulled out and shot my cum all over her back and ass. She looked so sexy laying there, exhausted, her back scratched and red from my hands and nails and covered in my cum, but to be polite I grabbed a paper towel and wiped her clean.

We cuddled after that for a while before fucking again. She rode me and we switched around a bit more, both fucking hard like before and more slowly with a focus on kissing. When she wanted me to cum she laid on her back and I positioned myself over her mouth and jerked off while she licked my balls and my asshole until I released my orgasm all over her breasts and stomach. More cuddling ensued before she left and I walked downstairs to Josh’s room to thank him for being a hero.