This story takes place back when I was attending college in a midsize northeastern city. Student housing was limited, so most people lived off campus in the row houses that made up the majority of the neighborhoods in the area. As such, the social scene revolved around house parties. They were always hot, they were always cramped, and they were always the most fun I could imagine having at the time.
Having attended several house parties in the area over the course of the semester, one weekend, my housemates and I decided it was time we threw a party of our own.
We got the kegs, enlisted our friend’s punk band, and set up a Frankenstein speaker system made of our personal set ups. We weren’t sure how many people would come, but before long close friends and members of the band began arriving. That’s when she walked in.
She was short, maybe 5’1”, with dyed red hair and a rounded face dotted with light auburn freckles. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of pale blue/grey, piercing and strong with a secret to tell. Her breasts were midsized, proportionate to her petite frame, and her ass made the most irresistible heart-shaped impression in her neon leggings (it was a 90s party). One thing I’ll never forget about her were her impressively sculpted calves, which she said she owed to her fixed-gear bicycle.
We didn’t talk at first, but with so few people there I did notice how she interacted with the people with whom she arrived. This girl was loved. She laughed loudly, made her friends laugh, and took faint sips of her Smirnoff Ice as we meandered around the living room putting on the finishing touches. At one point we got to talking about the band Leftover Crack. Finding out she was a punk fan made her all the more attractive to me.
Once the party had been going for a few hours she approached me at the top of the stairs adjacent to the living room. Our eyes met as she weaved through the crowd of throwback jerseys and Fresh-Prince-style t-shirts.
“Hey!,” she said as she got closer to me, “party turned out pretty fuckin good huh??” she exclaimed excitedly. It looked like she had been downstairs listening to the band, she was sweating and her hair was starting to stick to her ears as it dampened.
We chatted for a while. It was almost impossible to keep my eyes off the dewy glisten developing on the supple, freckled skin of her chest. “Ugh,” she said, exasperated, “you live here right? Can I see your room?”
I assumed she just wanted to use the bathroom or otherwise take a break from the party. My door was locked so I led her back downstairs, through the pit, and opened my room to her.
As I closed the door behind us I turned around and to my surprise she hadn’t gone straight to the bathroom, she was right in front of me. “I noticed you earlier,” she said, grabbing me around the waist and looking up into my eyes, “thanks for letting me in, but honestly I just want to hook up, you’re hot.” she said matter-of-factly.
I smiled big and returned the compliment, bending down to kiss her full lips as I felt the strength and tone of her lower body for the first time. We made out for a while longer before she pushed the clothes on my desk chair onto the floor and sat down.
She pulled her pants down to her mid thigh and moved her black string panties to the side. She thrust one hand past the elastic to her pussy, using the other to pull down my MC Hammer-esque pants. She kept rubbing herself as she began kissing the engorged, bulbous head of my rapidly stiffening cock. When she took me all the way into her mouth I was already leaking precum. She worked me and herself in unison until she was ready for more.
“Hold on,” she said as she stood briefly to completely remove her leggings, “please tell me you eat pussy,” she said as she sat back down.
Without missing a beat I was on my knees in front of her sucking gently on her swollen clit. Her hair was light brown and trimmed, allowing me to tickle it ever so lightly with my nose as I made a meal of this incredibly sexy woman. She moaned as I slid my middle finger into her sopping entrance, all I wanted in this moment was to make her ruin my chair.
I wouldn’t get my wish, but her orgasm did no less to turn me on. She shook, hitting her leg repeatedly against the plastic armrests. The noise she made was more grunt than moan, audible only to me as the band continued to play just outside the door. It was as if she had been waiting for that release all day, and that more than anything is what sent me over the edge of desire.
“Fuck, ok switch,” she commanded, as if she had a plan all along. Using the arm rests for leverage she lowered her still dripping womanhood down onto my now diamond-hard cock. She proceeded to bounce up and down its length, squeezing hard as she told me exactly what I needed to hear.
“I hope you have a lot for me,” she said, “I’m going to milk you just like this until you pop.” She didn’t stop there, she continued talking about how full she felt, how she could feel me in her stomach, how if I play with her nipples she’s going to cum again. I didn’t believe a word of it. But fuck if it wasn’t the perfect thing to say to make me cum. I told her I was ready and she told me to stand up. She kneeled in front of me and grabbed my slippery, plumped member. One look in her eyes was all it took to send my load flying all over her exposed chest. She smirked approvingly and asked if I had a towel.
We chatted again as we got dressed, both stalling our return to the party. We kissed again before I opened the door, no one seemed to notice us as the band continued to play.
She gave me one last squeeze over my pants, winking devilishly, and ran right back into the pit.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/qdh927/sneaking_away_with_the_punk_rock_princess_at_a