We are at the bars. She’s dressed in tight, pleather pants that flare at the bottom. Her ass looks amazing, it’s hard enough not to stare. She’s wearing her green top. It’s slightly cropped and makes her tits look fucking amazing. Full cleavage. I know I won’t be the only one looking. Her hair is down and barely hides her hoop earrings. Makeup all done and lips shining with fresh lip gloss. Fuck she looks hot.
Lucky for me it’s just us tonight but it is our town bar so we typically see a ton of our friends out. I’m dressed some tight black jeans. I know she loves how my ass looks in them. I’m also wearing a small red tank top, no longer than a sports bra. It allows just enough cleavage to note that I have tits but not enough to draw copious attention to me. My hair is in a slicked back pony paired with my hoop earrings. We look good.
There are tons of people around, we have to be close. I typically lead through the crowd since I’m bigger, she takes these moments as excuses to touch me. She will “accidentally” rub her hand around my waist and take a grab at my ass as we walk.
I get a pretty good buzz going, but not too much, as I am driving home in a little bit. She’s drunker than me, clearly getting horny too. She’s starting to get a little handsy, begging for the bathroom. As bad as I want to fold, it’s more fun when I make her wait and want me even more. Especially when she’s drunk. We know the words to every song. We are close together, lost in each other singing along with every word. She drunkenly falls into me a few times allowing me to wrap my arm around her to support. We giggle and dance. We even take turns “jokingingly” grinding on each other. The feeling of her tight ass against my jeans turns me on. I try to hide my lip bite..and the urge to really get into it.
After a few songs she asks for another drink. I start leading us to the bar. I take a long way so she can feel me up more. I am highly enjoying it. Just before we reach the bar she tugs on my arm and I turn around. She pulls my head down to her and whispers,
“I can’t wait to rip your clothes off. You look so fucking gorgeous.”
I smile and shake my head at her drunken horny comment. I can’t wait either but if I play along she will fold right here in this bar.
We get to the bar and I order her drink. I hand it to her before leading us back to the spot we were at. A few steps past the bar I make eye contact with this guy. He smiles at me and it clicks. I recognized him! He was one of my classmates I had to do a huge project with sophomore year of college. We had actually enjoyed each others company the few times we spent together but never spent time outside of the project together. I figured I should at least say hi. I turn to Jess and tell her I’ll be one second, she can come if she wants but she hangs back. She watched closely as I walk up to him.
His name is Jackson. He’s about 6 foot flat, my height, but he’s pretty decent looking. He’s got dark features, brown eyes and brown hair with a medium build. I walk up to him and he greets me with a hug. He smells good. I glance at Jess. She’s glaring at me but watching patiently. I turn my attention back to Jackson and continue chatting with him. His body language is very open. He’s standing leaned up against a table, his body fully facing me, arms almost touching mine. I can tell he’s into me by this and just the way he’s talking to me. I sort of panic, not wanting to give him the wrong idea, but I also want to play into this jealousy card.
Jess is drunk and she wants me. But how bad? Bad enough to take what she wants? I play into him. I keep chatting, his hand barely touches my arm on accident. I laugh and playfully hit his arm. He scoots in.
“Let me buy you a drink, we can catch up for a minute”
Before I can respond, a hard tug on my Jean belt loops rips me away from him. My body gets yanked aggressively and I bump someone. It’s Jess. She’s livid. She secured her fingers into my belt loops before saying in an angry tone,
“You’re fucking mine”
She tugs me into her from the belt loops and as I fall into her, she puts her hand behind my head and pulls me in for a kiss. I’m too stunned. I don’t stop her, in fact I pull her closer and I am full on making out with her in front of everyone. Jackson watched the whole time. His jaw dropped in awe and utter shock. We keep going. Her hands start ripping at me harder, practically trying to undress me right here. We hear some whistles from the crowd cheering us on.
I’m not a makeout in public person, gay straight or what it’s just not my thing. But tonight. Yes. We stop kissing and I see the look in her eyes. I don’t even pay attention to Jackson, I don’t pay attention to a single person around me. I take her hand and we b-line it to the door.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/134cql5/youre_mine_jealousy_fuck_ff_part_1