I stepped into the back patio area looking for only one person, and there you were.
Alisha told me there was a chance you might be here, and it was honestly the only reason I came. I only had a week in town and I would have just as soon spent my night drinking on my old rooftop with friends I haven’t seen in too long. But I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you, even if it was just a chance.
The crowd was not yet dense, but definitely starting to thicken. I had come late and the party was in full swing. Nonetheless I spotted you almost instantly from the steps leading down to the bricked patio. I recognized you clearly standing by the back fence in your little black dress, even though you had your back turned to me. I worked my way through the tangled mass of celebrating bodies, the energy of the crowd heightening the anticipation of seeing you after so many years. Finally, I found myself standing behind you.
“Miss Megan Mahler,” I called out. You spun around to look and I watched as your expression changed from confusion to realization to excitement.
“Daniel!” you exclaimed, coming in for a tight hug. You pulled away and we looked for a moment at each other.
“You look amazing,” I said, and I meant it. I had wondered if you’d look different. Certainly you had matured some, but it was most definitely still you. The same brown hair cascading down past your shoulders, the same prominent eyebrows that punctuate your expressions so readably, those same lips that seem to smirk so easily, but more than anything else… the eyes. Those incredible light brown, deep hazel eyes, that were as clear in their expression as they were inscrutable in their color, stared back at me until I became simultaneously helplessly mesmerized and incredibly bashful. I hoped it didn’t show.
“I look amazing? You look amazing,” you said, patting me across the shoulder.
I felt fairly confident in my appearance as well. In recent years fitness had become a much bigger priority to me and I was probably in the best shape of my life. I hoped that did show.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I’m good. Well, I’m…” you looked down at your nearly empty beer and then back up at me. “I’m doing okay.”
“Is your boyfriend here?” I asked. “I gotta’ admit, I’m dying to meet this guy. I’m super curious if he lives up to my-”
“We broke up,” you interrupted, staring me straight in the eyes.
For a moment I just stood there with my mouth agape, struck dumb.
“You’re kidding me,” I said, the playful smile dropping from my face.
“No,” you said.
“When?” I asked, incredulous.
“Last weekend,” you answered.
There was a moment of silence between us. I looked at you and I looked at the crowd. The people seemed separate from us, nothing but background for the moment that existed right here between you and me. Finally I looked back at you.
“This is one of those moments that people often call ironic when it’s really just incredibly coincidental.” I let out a long breath, almost a sigh, “You know Megan, it is really good to see you.”
“You too,” you said, and you smiled that smile.
“Can I get you another beer?” I asked.
“I’ll come with you,” you said, placing your arm around mine as we made our way to the table with the beer coolers.
One beer turned into three or four and the night passed quickly. We talked, catching up with all that had passed since we last had seen each other. You introduced me to friends and as they came and went you would tell me little background stories of their lives to place them into context. You talked a lot, more than I remembered being normal for you, and I talked much less than usual. You stayed by my side the whole time, pulling me from group to group, corner to corner and I enthusiastically followed. I took an almost embarrassing amount of pleasure at watching you. I reveled in the little moments I could pull away from the conversation and just watch you speak and gesticulate. I soaked in every detail, the flash of your eyes, the motion of your lips. Sometimes while watching from afar your eyes would meet mine and my heart would skip a beat as you’d smile at me with that smile.
We danced and laughed and the crowd got bigger and louder as the night went on. At some point I went to the bathroom and upon returning I realized that the atmosphere had become more like a packed nightclub than a fun house party. The observation wasn’t lost on you.
“THERE ARE A LOT OF PEOPLE HERE,” you shouted close to my ear over the din.
“YEAH, IT’S GETTING A LITTLE INTENSE,” I agreed.
“I DON’T USUALLY DO PARTIES LIKE THIS ANYMORE,” you continued. “I’M PROBABLY GONNA HEAD OUT.”
“YEAH, ME TOO,” I agreed. “WHERE ARE YOU GONNA’ GO?”
IT’S GETTING LATE,” you shouted, “I’M PROBABLY JUST GONNA’ HEAD HOME.”
“THAT’S A GOOD IDEA,” I responded. “YOU SHOULD TAKE ME WITH YOU.”
Your eyes snapped to mine, not so much in shock as just pleasant surprise. It was a long moment there, with the two of us just looking at each other, and already I was moving closer to you. I placed my hand on your arm and stared directly into your eyes. Slowly I inched closer and closer until, finally, our lips met.
That kiss.
Just like I remembered from so many years ago. As though a passage had opened up in time so that I was simultaneously here with my lips against yours and also in that moment long passed when we kissed for the first time. My heart began to beat hard and fast. The feeling of your lips against mine, the way your body seemed to entwine itself around me, and your intoxicating smell filling all that was left of my senses. I don’t know how long we kissed right there but when we finally parted, and you looked at me again, my ears and palms were tingling. I was sure every hair on my body was standing on end.
You didn’t say a word, you just took me by the hand and led me out of the party and down to the curb where you hailed a cab. I slipped into the back seat and you followed. You gave a few directions to the driver and then, once again, your lips were on mine.
I love to kiss you. There, in the back of that cab, the city disappeared as my mind was engulfed by the feeling of your lips and your tongue. I brushed my hand across your face and over your neck, bringing my fingers into your hair. Feeling the subtle motions of your head as you pressed yourself against me. The playful way your tongue would move against mine and then be gone again. I moved my hands all across your body, feeling the curvature of your lower back and hips as you swiveled in my lap. The subtle communication in the shape of your mouth and the arch of your back, and the alluring sound of your breath when you would inhale sharply in those moments when the pleasure overwhelms.
The cab ride passed with no recognition of the passage of time. I followed you into your apartment building, up the stairs and down the hall, until we were outside of the door to your place. Suddenly I became aware that I had been moving in a daze, almost a trance, since we’d left the party. I was so completely enamored of kissing you that my mind had become a fog. It occurred to me that maybe now was a good time to break up the pace and take a bit more of an active role in what was happening. I shook my head and looked around me, noticing that the spot where we were standing in front of the door to your apartment was fairly hidden down a little alcove past a bend in the hall. Fairly private, but still risky enough to be fun.
I returned my attention to you. You were bent over slightly, just getting your key into the door. In one quick motion I pulled up your little dress from behind and slipped my hand deftly into your panties and down over your soft pussy, my fingers finding your clitoris.
“Wait, that’s my-,” you began, turning in protest, but I leaned in and met your lips with mine, stopping you in mid sentence with a kiss from behind. I held you there, kissing you over your shoulder as my fingers worked little circles around your clit. You let out a tiny whimper that turned into a moan as your back arched with a shudder. All at once, right there at my fingertips, your pussy became entirely soaked.
I pulled my lips away and looked at you. I began to rub faster, more deliberately, running my fingertips up into your hair with my free hand. Moaning deeply, you planted your palms against your door and pushed your amazing ass out toward me, the arch in your back deepening. I brushed your hair to one side and began to kiss your shoulders and work my way up your neck, easing my tongue around your ear just as I slipped a pair of fingers into your tight, wet pussy. You moaned loud as a shockwave rippled through your body and your fingernails bit into the wood of the door.
Now with my body close to yours, kissing your neck and ear, you reached around to find my hard cock and began rubbing it through my jeans. Pulling my shirt up, you found the head sticking out above the waistline of my pants and you ran your thumb across the tip causing it to swell and stick out even further. Keeping your face close to mine you wheeled around to face me, my hands slipping from your underwear. You gave me one more quick kiss now that we were facing each other, and then pushed me hard up against the wall across the hall and dropped to your knees in front of me.
Frantically you ripped my jeans open and underwear down, suddenly finding my erect cock standing, rock hard, inches from your face. There was a moment precious to me as you just looked at it for one long breath with your mouth open before reaching up and grabbing it firmly around the base. You let your tongue hang from your open mouth and pressed it against that cock, starting low and sliding all the way up to the tip, your eyes fixed on mine. At the top, you gave the head a light little kiss and then took the entire thing and slapped it lightly twice across your cheek, feeling the weight of it against your flushed face. Then you licked it again, nice and slow, from top to bottom and back to the top. This time, when you reached the top, you dove in, easing it swiftly past your soft lips and deep into your warm mouth with a little moan.
Oh my god… your mouth on my cock. Why was it so good? It defied reason. It went way beyond the physical motion and feeling of soft skin on skin, and instead reached something primal and fundamental within me. My entire world became your lips and tongue on my throbbing dick, nothing else existed. Every motion, every turn of your head, swirl of your tongue and moan from your lips was like an explosion of sensation reverberating through my hard cock. I grabbed a handful of your hair and moaned luridly, dropping my head back against the wall. For an eternity of a single moment I stayed like that. Head back, eyes closed, reveling in every subtle motion and feeling. I could tell you were enjoying it too. I could feel the smile in those lips wrapped around my dick and the closeness, the emotions, were even more overwhelming than the pleasure. My heart was pounding in my chest.
There was a noise down the hall and all at once you were up and through the door like a flash. I followed fast behind and instantly, as the door closed behind us, we were on each other again, giggling maniacally like children. I picked you up into the air and you wrapped your legs around me, kissing me hard. I carried you like that across the room, my greedy hands all over your ass, feeling the softness of your pussy pressing against the hardness of my cock through our underwear as you swiveled your hips into me. Finally, I let you down onto the nearest surface, not even caring what it was. I pushed you onto your back and pulled your shoes off, throwing them across the room with complete abandon. Grabbing your legs in the air, I pulled you closer to me so that your ass came off the edge of the table and your dress hiked up over your thighs. I slipped your underwear up and over your legs and then pushed them open as I got down to my knees and began to absolutely devour your pussy without hesitation.
It was amazing. I knew I was going to love your pussy, and I was right. The feeling of you wet against my lips and tongue, and the perfect taste of you. It was almost too much. I reached down and rubbed my hard cock as I licked and kissed ravenously, working my tongue around your clit and deep inside you. The feeling of your pussy tightening around my tongue turned me on so much that I felt like my cock might explode. Your hands reached down and gripped my head as your back arched and spasmed. You were moaning really loud now and I was loving every second of it.
I stood up and pulled my shirt off and then took my hard cock and rubbed the head of it over your clitoris. Another spasm of pleasure shot through your body and you sat up and circled your arms around my neck. You kissed me hard and then pressed your forehead against mine, panting and moaning as I continued to rub the head of my erect cock over your sensitive little clit.
You looked directly into my eyes, our faces close, and said, “Give it to me. Give it to me right now.”
I nodded slightly, our heads still pressed together and my gaze locked into yours. There we stayed, looking face to face, as I pulled back ever so slightly and then eased my cock into your tight, wet, perfect little pussy.
Pleasure washed over every part of me as I pushed in and out, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. You cried out, knuckles white as you gripped the edge of the table, cursing and panting with each thrust of my cock. I pulled your dress down exposing your soft breasts and you could feel my cock swell and throb inside of you each time I squeezed them. Now I was fucking you in earnest, giving you everything I had as my body hammered down against yours. The pleasure mounted and built inside of you. I became frantic, growling and grunting like an animal. I wanted everything all at once. To fuck you, and to kiss you, and to squeeze your tits, and suck them, and watch them bounce up and down all at the same time. I wanted to have you and to watch you. You were finally mine, and my mind disappeared as my entire existence become nothing more than a raw expression of passion and lust.
Your body began to shake as you shouted, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, more, more, MORE MORE! MORE!” Your palms went flat to the table and your body heaved as an orgasm shot out to your extremities, rippling from your core out through your arms and legs. I continued to fuck you hard and I watched in ecstasy as you came all over my hard cock, shaking and whimpering, tits bouncing with your heaving chest. Soon I was at the end and could take no more. I pulled out and my cock absolutely erupted all over you, coming across your breasts, your face, your lips. I moaned loud with my head back as I came over and over, hand wrapped around my hard dick, stroking every last bit out. Finally, it began to subside, the pleasure gradually easing away as I panted audibly, trying to catch my breath.
We stayed like that for a while, you lying on the table and me standing in front of you, staring at each other, breathing hard, gripping each others’ hands with our fingers entwined. With time we began to catch our breath. Again, you smiled at me.
“Fucking hell,” you said, still somewhat breathless. “I’m glad I went to that party.”
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