Me: 5’10”, 175 lbs., short blonde hair, blue/green eyes, strong, well-defined muscles (but not ripped), about 7 inches. Some pictures are floating about my profile.
Liz: 5’6”-5’7”, maybe 125-130 lbs., jet black hair, perky & round b cup breasts, long toned legs, dark, smokey eyes. A bit like this but smaller breasts: https://i.imgur.com/95Xr63m.png
The scenario: two of my three college roommates wanted to throw a 21st birthday party for themselves… in our apartment… with a full-fledged rock band.
*The day of the party*
To my disappointment, the hope that this would be an acoustic performance was quickly destroyed when the band brought in two large amps and set them up next to the full size drum set. The furniture in the living was pressed against the walls leaving just enough space for the band and a few dozen people. “You guys are fucking stupid,” I looked at Dave and Greg who had wide eyes and smiles on their faces. “The cops are showing up. 100%. I don’t know what the fuck you two are thinking.” Anthony, my other roommate, appeared out of his room and shrugged his shoulders when I questioned why he was going along with this. “Don’t call me when you guys get arrested.”
I took my leave and headed to a different party. Several hours later, around 9 p.m., I received a text message from Anthony. *Chad and Liz are here. They’re asking where you are.* Chad was one of Anthony’s close friends. Despite his unfortunate name, he was a great guy that I got to know over the last few years. Liz was his cousin that he treated more like a little sister even though they were the same age. I first met Liz earlier that year at a Welcome Week party. Her college didn’t start for another week so she came to visit Chad. I was immediately drawn to her.
Our first time meeting was a mix of joking and flirting. She was incredibly forward while I was a bit more on the shy side until I had a few drinks in me. Light touching of the arm, laughing at bad jokes, that kind of thing. When it came time for us to leave that particular party, I suggested we go to a bar or back to my place. She laughed at the offer and said that I was cute but, even if she were to go with me, she wasn’t going to fuck me. To this day, it was one of the nicest rejections I’ve ever received.
It took all of 10 seconds to figure out which head was going to win this battle. I b-lined my way back to the apartment. The consistent thud of a bass drum could be heard at least a half mile away. As I got within eye sight of my complex, I could see a silhouette of bodies moving about the balcony. *Oh, and they included a light show. Great…”
The sound was deafening when I got inside. There were at least 50-60 people and a four-person rock band crammed inside our apartment. The living room was now a makeshift dance floor. I spotted Anthony, Chad, and Liz circled up in the kitchen. Liz was wearing a tight black dress with a plunging v-neck. The bottom of the dress ended at her mid-thigh to show off her incredibly toned legs. She gave me a hug yelling into my ear how nice it was to see me again. My arms wrapped tightly around her waist to reciprocate the feeling.
After a few minutes of yelling back and forth, I asked Liz if she wanted to step onto the balcony so we didn’t have to shout. She nodded affirmatively and grabbed my hand weaving us through the mesh of bodies. It was still loud but it gave our vocal cords a break.
“This was a pretty stupid idea, isn’t it?” My question elicited a small laugh and a head nod.
“A rock band in the middle of a giant apartment complex? What could go wrong?” Liz quipped. The conversation flowed as we fell into the same flirty routine from months earlier.
Out of the corner of my eye, two police cars pulled into the parking lot. The first cop out of the car pointed upwards towards Liz and I on the balcony. I shot a look at Liz. “Fuck! We need to hide. The cops are here!” This time, I grabbed Liz by the hand and pulled her back into the apartment. I took her straight into my bedroom opening the sliding closet. Pushing my hung clothes to one side, I directed her in. “Stay here,” I said beginning to slide the mirrored closet door back in place.
“Wait! Where are you going?” she demanded stopping the door with her hand.
“It’s my apartment. I can’t just hide.”
“Uhh, why not?” Liz stared waiting for me to realize there was nothing I could do. “Get in here!”
I stepped in. Liz slid the door back; the two of us pressed face to face in darkness. Moments later, we heard the distinct sound of 60 people scurrying in various directions. “This is kind of exciting,” Liz finally spoke up breaking the silence.
“Real fun,” I whispered back sarcastically. Though, it was hard to complain. Liz’s breasts were ever so slightly pressed against me while the smell of her perfume was a calming scent filling the closet.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? You asked me to come back to your place the last time we hung out,” I could feel Liz’s face get closer to mine. “Now that you’ve got me here…” her words tailed off as I felt her lips meet mine. My hands gripped her waist. I pulled her into me as our mouths spread and tongues clashed. Liz’s hand wandered down to my crotch. She purred into my mouth as her finger’s traced the outline of my throbbing cock over my pants.
Her other hand followed the first undoing my belt, button, and zipper. Liz pulled her face away and dropped down pulling my pants down with her. Her hand gripped my shaft. She started with slow strokes up and down my entire length. As much as I wanted to watch her, my eyes couldn’t adjust to the darkness. Suddenly, the warm wetness of her mouth hit the tip of my cock. I let out a low moan which signaled Liz to go further. Her mouth and hand worked together making sure every inch was taken care of.
The sounds of sucking and moaning immediately stopped when we heard three distinct pounds on my bedroom door. “Oh, fuck!” Liz whispered as my cock popped out of her mouth. She stood upright pressing herself against me. “Is that the cops? You locked your door, right?”
“I don’t fucking remember!” I whisper shouted back as the blood flowed back out of my cock and into my brain. “Maybe?”
Liz’s phone lit up giving us light for the first time. “I’ll text Chad.” As Liz typed away, my fingers traced the hem of her dress, the smooth feeling of her skin keeping me semi hard. “He said they’re writing everyone tickets downstairs. No one gets to go in or out and I need to stay put.”
I could almost see her smiling through the darkness as she finished her sentence. Sliding the closet open, Liz pulled me by my shirt onto my bed. She immediately straddled me, the fabric of her thong grinding against my stiffening cock. “This is really stupid,” I tried to reason with her. It wasn’t a particularly convincing attempt and it was evident that Liz wasn’t buying it.
“Then we can stop,” she smiled while simultaneously pulling her dress over her head leaving her in just her thong. My protesting stopped at that point as the rest of our clothes were quickly discarded. Liz reached under her taking my cock in her hand. In one smooth motion she lined me up. I entered her with ease as she took her time taking me inch by inch. Her head flipped back, a soft whimper escaped her lips. She began bouncing rhythmically. I gripped Liz’s waist but let move freely, her tits bouncing in sync with her body.
Liz lowered her body onto mine and kissed my neck. “I want to watch you fuck me,” she whispered into my ear. I happily obliged wrapping my arms around her and turning her back without pulling out. We both looked over at the mirror sliding doors to the closet where this had all started. I got onto my knees and began slowly bucking my hips. My attention turned back to Liz while her focus was squarely on the mirror. I was happy to give her the show she wanted. My pace sped up as the slapping of our bodies grew louder. Liz responded in kind with moans that could certainly be heard to anyone in the apartment.
“Keep… going….” Liz whimpered as our breaths became heavier. There was something about how turned on she was watching me fuck her that I knew I wouldn’t last. I gave her a warning that I was almost there. She managed a meek “ok” and told me to cum on her tits. I happily obliged seconds later spraying rope after rope of cum across her tits while she watched from the mirror.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yq46tn/hiding_from_the_cops_in_my_closet
Was that the one time you two hooked up. I get the vibe you both were in each other