A few nights later (I found her in my bed cont.) [ff] | 2016

She was on my mind since the night we spent together, but nobody that was there that night knew what happened. She was coming back tonight for another party, and my nerves had me drinking out of a bottle of vodka before she showed up.

Our living room was packed by the time she came through the door, and I'm not sure if she noticed all of the heads she turned while she gazed at me. I held her gaze as I took a few more gulps of vodka, and she laughed at me when I nearly spit it back out. She was wearing a floral dress under a small leather jacket, and her socks went up to her knees. I wanted to take her as soon as she walked in.

Pulling the bottle of whiskey out of her jacket, she sat down across the room from me. She gave me a quick smile, but said nothing and struck up a conversation with the boy she was sitting next to. After a while he was leaning in towards her with his hands on her leg, and she looked over and gave me a smirk. I raised my eyes at her and returned a tight smile. She was starting to piss me off, but mostly because I couldn't touch her. I played her game and started talking to the dull guy I was sharing the couch with.

By the time my vision was blurry, our group had mingled and moved in closer, and we were all sitting together on the floor. I overheard my roommate picking on me about how stupid I get when I'm wasted, and Aubrey took her chance to rattle me. She nudged my roommate and said,"Yeah, but she'll give you a kick-ass back massage, so it's alright."

It was subtle, but I caught her biting her lip and looking me up and down after she had said it. She was killing me.

The group laughed and continued to pick on each other, not really understanding what she just admitted to. She built the tension, and I wondered if anyone else noticed.I must've been blushing, because she laughed at me and gave me a playful slap on the cheek.

The next couple hours were spent like that. No one else would notice, but she'd slide her hand down my leg or grab my waist, then continue talking to someone else.

At this point, I couldn't be in the living room anymore. I needed to be alone with her, but I didn't see that happening. I was wet, and she was unfair. The party was dying down, so I said good night to everyone and stumbled back to my room.

I was fumbling into new clothes in the dark when she opened the door. The light from the hallway was shining on me, showing her my body. She frantically looked me up and down, then locked the door behind her and pushed me back against the wall.

"I'm sorry about tonight," she said between kisses as she held my hands above my head, "I think I just like seeing you worked up."

Her tongue was exploring my mouth, so I don't think she was expecting a response. I slid down the wall a little, thankful that her hands were finally on me, but she tightened her grip and held me up.

"Do you like me?" she moaned into my mouth, and I nodded yes.

"Do you like when I touch you?" I trembled as she dropped my hands and rubbed me through my panties. By now I was probably dripping, and she smiled as she felt it.

She took off my bra and guided me back towards the bed. She sat me on the edge and held my face in her hands as she kissed me all over.

She had me whimpering for more, and she massaged my tits as she licked and bit them. Her breathe was warm as she traced her tongue along my collarbone, and when I moaned too loudly she covered my mouth.

I grabbed her over her dress and she moaned, trailing her tongue onto my chest as she moved down towards my stomach.

She asked me if I was okay with her going down, and I nodded. "Alright, but try to stay quiet", she laughed as she kissed me again, pushing me down so that I was laying halfway onto the bed.

She dropped to her knees and licked and kissed me through my panties, and I already knew doing what she asked would be impossible. She slid off my panties and brushed her lips against me.

I began to squirm as I waited for her tongue, and she had to hold me down with her elbows so that her hands were free. She spread me open, and began to kiss and suck me. She lightly flicked her tongue in rhythm against my clit, and I swear I felt her fucking smile every time I squirmed and buckled under her. She began to massage it with both hands, and moved down near my ass to lick me up, before slipping her tongue inside me. She "shh"d me, then grabbed onto my hips and dug her tongue into me as deep as she could. She began rocking me from my hips, pushing her tongue into me harder and harder. I let go of her hair and grabbed a pillow to muffle my moaning. She was better at this than any guy I've been with, and it was overwhelming.

She read my body's timing beautifully, and as my legs started trembling and becoming weak, she flipped me over and slapped my ass, then slid her fingers into me and climbed up onto the bed next to me. She grabbed my chin and pulled my face to hers, moaning as she shoved her tongue into my mouth as far as she could. She grabbed and slapped my ass as her fingers went in deeper and harder, and she had me practically hanging off of her and sobbing into her chest when I came.

She smiled and kissed my forehead as I crawled into her arms, and I rested by her ear so she could hear me trying to catch my breathe.

So far our nights had played out like exchanges, and I took off her dress to trace my fingers along her curves. We went under the covers, holding hands and feeling every inch of each other for the rest of the night.