The night we met [FM]

Sitting by the campfire, drinking a stale Bud Light, watching my best friend Carmen desperately trying to get with this guy who wasn’t interested, I saw James coming up the long driveway, his walk, confident and brisk, was heading right for me. That is what my twisted, self-centered mind told me at least.

In reality, James was simply coming to hang out with friends, drink a few beers, and forget about the girl who’d dumped him less than 48 hours prior.

I didn’t know any of this at the time. I knew nothing about him, except for the bulging arms prying at the elastic of his white T-shirt, the wavy auburn hair, and dark eyes that continued to glance in my direction every couple of minutes.

The night wore on as the ten of us sat around the fire. I continued giving James my best *come talk to me* eyes, but he was either too preoccupied with thoughts of a love lost, or wasn’t interested in what I had to offer.

That last part was hard for me to imagine. Everything was on point. My short blonde hair swooped down across my left eye perfectly, my red lips glistening in the orange shadows reflecting off my face, and the little black dress I wore hugged my twenty-eight year old curves like it had been painted on me by Leonardo himself.

At nearly 2am, I saw Carmen hold in a yawn, and give me the look like she was ready to leave. Her boy toy had disappeared into the house, probably passed out, and left her feeling frustrated and neglected.

I shared her frustration. James hadn’t made a move, and I began to believe that the cocky swagger he walked up the driveway with was simply my imagination, hoping to find that alpha-guy who could tame this streak of carnal annoyance billowing in my gut.

Carmen gave me a nod, and stood. We said goodnight to the few people left by the fire, and I gave James one last look of desperation before Carmen and I walked arm in arm to my car.

It was when I opened my door to climb inside, and go home alone, that James decided to strike.

I didn’t even hear him walk up behind me, but when I turned to take one last look, there he stood, inches from me, tall and intimidating, his eyes almost possessive as he looked down into my eyes.

James didn’t say a word. He wrapped his strong arm around my waist and pulled me to him, his forceful lips pressing against mine.

My knees nearly buckled as my brain attempted to catch up with the force of shocking emotions blistering through me.

James kisses me hard, his invasive tongue probing into my mouth, daring me to keep up.

I pressed my body into his, feeling his hard edges, nearly rubbing myself against him like some desperate cricket, begging him to hear my song, and take me for all I was worth.

We must have kissed for five straight minutes, until our lips were chapped from the furious scraping against the other. I could feel Carmen’s stare, probably disgusted by my fortune. I didn’t care. Carmen was my best friend, my ride or die bitch, but my body needed this more. My body demanded it.

As James broke out kiss and moved down my neck, I whispered in his ear, “Let’s go inside.”

I saw the smile crack his broad face, saw those dark eyes narrow as he stood tall, his back straight, puffing out his barreled chest with renewed confidence.

James took me by the hand, and Carmen followed as we entered a dark living room where a guy named Mike was sitting on the couch ready to sleep off the booze flooding his veins.

I needed to think fast. I had to shake Carmen or she would ruin my chance at getting the relief I so deserved.

“Mike, Carmen was wondering if she could lay with you for a few minutes,” I said, hinting that this was his lucky moment.

I could hardly see him in the darkness, but he leapt to his feet like a man reenergized, and began sweet talking my friend long enough for James and I to slip away down a narrow hall, until we found an empty bedroom toward the end.

The room was pitch black, but my eyes were beginning to adjust. It was empty, no bed, not dressers, no anything. Just a bare, carpeted floor. Not ideal. But when you are desperate enough, any port in the storm will do.

I stepped in first, and slid out of my black heels, shrinking further in front of James. I turned to face him as he closed and locked the door behind us, our bodies drawing together like two powerful magnets.

He kissed me, this time gentle and sweet. I did not want *gentle and sweet*

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I fought the metal button of his jeans, feeling his stiffness as it struggled beneath the frustrating fabric, begging to be freed.

My long nails clicked against one another and the button, and still I could not get that damn thing to release.

James shares my frustration, pushing my hands away with his, and undoing his jeans enough to allow me to grab hold of the zipper, giving me access to what I desired.

I reached my hand inside his tight underwear, and fished around until my cold fingers wrapped tightly around his impressively thick cock, letting it throb in my hand as the blood inside him boiled with unwavering fury.

James eases his jeans down his muscular legs, freeing his cock until it waved tantalizingly in front of my starving mouth.

I attacked.

Placing my hands on either side of his hips, I pulled James to me, letting the tip of his swollen dick part my lips.

The taste of his salty musk erupted an explosion of wetness in my panties. My pussy began to throb and ache like an infected tooth, pulsing until it nearly screamed out in agony and pain.

I took James into my mouth the best I could, finding it hard to concentrate while my *kitty* purred loudly between my legs. His thickness caused the corner of my chapped lips to split, stinging with each forceful thrust, my own saliva burning the cracks in my previously perfect skin.

Finally I could take no more. The pain and impatience wearing on my mind like a nagging parent who has had enough of your bullshit.

With his cock still resting between my lips, I reached my hands down to the hem of my dress, and pulled it up my slender body, appreciating the cold air as it kissed my heated skin.

I used one hand behind my back to pop the clasp of my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and exposing my C-cup breasts for James to feast his eyes upon.

It took about two-seconds for him to drop to his knees in front of me, his lips wrapping around my jagged nipple like a guided missile.

James braced my back as he gently laid me down, the scruff carpet digging into my skin, scratchy and rough.

I didn’t give a fuck. My mind was a focused animal as he kissed his way down across my navel, sucking on that little spot just above my panty-line which erupted more heat from between my weakened legs.

James pushed my legs apart with his, freeing his legs from his jeans, and wrapping his forceful grip around one ankle, using his free hand to peel my damp panties down my legs until I was free to wrap them around his waist.

I felt him resist in the dark as he hunched over, obviously wanting to taste my pussy before allowing that glorious dick anywhere near my sopping hole.

But my desperation was too strong. I tightened my thighs, pulling him down on top of me. “Just fuck me,” I begged, my voice pathetic and broken, like some teenage runaway desperate to find someone to care for her.

James couldn’t resist my words. He reached between us, and guided his thick head to my waiting opening, running the tip the entire length of my slit, spreading my juices around until he was sure I could handle the violent invasion about to take place.

I loosened my hips, letting my flower bloom, opening myself enough to let him sink inside.

My lips spread apart around his shaft as James eased inside, pushing past any last resistance my body had, forcing himself into me until my body accepted the entire length of his bulging dick.

The pressure was immense as James held himself still, letting my body acclimate, my pussy stretching around him like a latex glove, spreading my warmth on his smooth skin.

I pulled back, signaling that I was ready, pulling his cock almost entirely out of me, before letting him slam back inside to get more of my ignited heat.

James was skillful. He used his hips like a pro, driving deep, letting the head of his clock tickle and tease my G-spot, before pulling back out, and rubbing the underside of his monstrous shaft against my swollen button.

My mind was a blank slate. All my thoughts, all my feelings, were on the incredible sensation of his hardness violating my insides, my velvety walls caressing and holding on to his cock, tugging at his will to resist me.

A droplet of sweat cascaded off his nose, splashing against my lips, letting me taste his saltiness once again. I hitched my legs around his back, lifting my ass from the ground, pushing my desire upward, hungrily engulfing every last inch of his each time he attempted to slow down.

His breath became stammered and short. His moans escaping his lips at a dangerously rapid pace as I continued weakening him.

Those moans turned desperate as James collapsed down on top of me, his full weight pinning my upper half to the floor, trapping my own breath in my beating lungs.

I didn’t stop. Each time he pulls back, I rose my hips, forcing him back inside until I heard him mutter, “Oh, fuck.”

James was riding the edge of blinding bliss…as was I. Little jolts of pressure swelled and released inside of me, building stronger each time, tightening my walls until my pussy gripped his shaft like a velvety vice.

I became unmoored. My mind completely closed as my debaucherous desire took over.

“Cum inside me,” I growled, the words coming from some hidden side of me.

James looked down at me, his dark eyes wide as he fought to hold off.

“Are you sure,” he asked, shock and confusion overtaking his own rational mind.

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “We are safe.”

It was a lie. I hadn’t taken birth control in months. There was no need. I hadn’t had sex in so long, so I quit taking them altogether, hoping my body would return to its naturally fertile state.

But, I hadn’t foreseen this day coming. If I had, I would have prepared. Right then though, my body needed what my body needed. And what it needed was to be filled with his corrupting seed.

James sat up on his knees, and pulled my legs to his shoulders. He drove deep and hard, grunting like a fucking caveman.

One thrust.
Two thrusts.
Three thrusts.

James slammed against me on the fourth, our bodies slapping loudly together. His cock grew inside of me, pulling my apart until the first fiery jet of his cum coated my insides, triggering my own pent up frustration to let loose like a tidal wave ripping through me.

His cock pulsed violently inside of me, each time flooding my insides with another stream of his molten seed, until I felt the excess escape my quivering hole until it popped on the grainy carpet below my ass.

I ran my fingers across his back, tickling him with my sharpened nails as James came down from the peak of his orgasmic bliss, his cock growing softer and softer with each ticklish thrust, until my grip could no longer hold him inside my sopped slit.

As James came to, and his mind began to regain focus, he asked again, “Are you sure that was safe?”

Clarity in my own brain was returning, and the realization of the risky behavior brought out a piece of my inner bitch.

“No,” I replied. “That wasn’t safe, but I’ll let you know if it becomes a problem.”

James has no rebuttal. I don’t think who knew what to believe. He probably assumed, rightly, that I was a bit crazy. But that is part of my mystique, and it guaranteed that he would call again, because if one thing is for sure, is a guy can’t resist a girl willing to cross that forbidden line.

I dressed as James laid on the carpet, his eyes taking one last look at my pristine body. He couldn’t be sure he’d see me again, so he was burning the image of me into his brain.

I kissed him goodnight, and walked out of the room, just in time to see Carmen standing in front of the couch, pulling her panties back up beneath her skirt.

It looked like tonight was a success all the way around.

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