[FF] [cheating] [long] Christmas with Chloe – a follow-up.

So, firstly, a massive thanks for the outpouring of love about my first story on here. It’s a lot scarier sharing words than body parts! Secondly, lots of you have been asking for a follow up story about some of my other encounters with Chloe. In the spirit of the season, I thought I’d share a tale from a Christmas party with her. I’ve self-indulgently taken a while to set the scene properly, so if you want to get to the actual FF bit, scroll down to the capital letters! If, like me, you enjoy the build-up, start here…

It was the start of the Christmas holidays, and I’d spent the last three months trying stupidly hard not to think about Chloe. Her smile, her touch, her tongue… Most of the time, I’d managed. Studies got the in the way, as did the fact that I’d started seeing a guy from my college. Let’s call him Jamie. It was pretty early days, but we got on well and he really made me laugh. Of course, there’s no way that the sex compared to Chloe, but soon enough I put that down to me building up the memory too much in my head. When it came to foreplay, Jamie was…well, excitable. He certainly Wanted to do it well, but the lack of experience was an issue. He’d dive in, get all excited and move straight on to the main event. In short, I hadn’t had an orgasm (well…that’s not strictly true. I’d not had someone else give me an orgasm) since I’d last seen Chloe. By this point, that was three months ago, and the memory of her had been the subject of most of my fantasies since. We had messaged a little, but I hadn’t wanted to seem too keen. When she messaged me to ask if I was going to Sam’s annual Christmas party, I couldn’t contain the eagerness in my tone. By the third or fourth message, she started teasing me about Jamie – would I still pay her attention if the boy was there? How did I think he’d feel to know how much wetter she made me? How wet was I now? By the end of the conversation, I was a wreck: even her words could get me dripping wet, and I was teasing myself – stroking slowly over my nipples and clit as my brain succumbed to the images of that night camping.

The night of the party arrived, and I must have spent hours getting ready. It’s really hard to perfect that balance between making the effort and looking effortlessly stunning. At 18, I really didn’t have the knack: a short checked and pleated skirt with a little tank top (I was going through a slutty Clueless phase, clearly), with a little cardigan over the top, and a ton of eye make-up. As Jamie and I arrived, everyone I saw seemed to make a comment about how good I looked, which was lovely…but not what I wanted when I was trying to play it cool. Jamie couldn’t keep his hands off of me. He kept running his hands over my ass, squeezing, wrapping his arm round my waist, pulling me close. Usually, I would’ve liked the attention…but that night I was focused on other things. My eyes kept roving around the room, impatiently waiting for her to arrive, desperate to see her again. And, suddenly, there she was. Skin tight black jeans, those beautiful tits pouring out of a cream tank top, a choker round her throat. She’d cut her hair into a bob, which just seemed to make her eyes pop even more. Of course, I stood there, mouth agape, almost unaware of Jamie pawing at me. Our eyes locked; I blushed. She flicked her eyes over to Jamie, to what he was doing to me, how clearly uninterested I was, and smirked. I blushed harder. Feeling guilty, I attempted to pay him some attention. But, utterly involuntarily, my eyes were flicking back to Chloe every couple of minutes. I couldn’t help myself. I realised pretty quickly that she was doing the same to me. So, naturally, I started to play to it. Being more flirty with Jamie. Kissing him. Running my hands through his hair. Giggling as he pulled me close.

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The drink flowed, as it tends to do at teenage parties. I’d gone into the kitchen to grab another drink, when a familiar hand grabbed mine and pulled me from the room. Chloe. I followed her, utterly submissively, heart beating in my throat. She pulled me into the nearest bathroom with her, secured the lock and turned to look at me. “Think it’s funny to tease me, huh?” Her eyes were blazing, but her mouth was twitching into a smile as she arched an eyebrow at me. “Erm…I… Sorry?” My reply was as articulate as ever around her. The smirk became more pronounced as she realised the power that she clearly still held over me. “No, Katie, you’re not sorry… But you might be shortly.” I didn’t really have time to consider the implications of that delicious statement before her tongue was in my mouth, and her hands in my hair. I’d forgotten just how good a kisser she was… firm, passionate, intense – it was like, when she was kissing you, there was nothing else in the world she was thinking of. My arms snaked round her waist, over her arse which felt incredible in her jeans: round, taut and utterly grabbable. I could feel her smile as my hands roved over her body, sliding under her tank top so that I could feel her skin. The moment her lips left mine and began to journey towards my breasts, I gasped in anticipation….a reaction that she couldn’t hide her amusement towards. “Poor baby…has that guy not been able to make you feel the way that I do? Have you missed me?”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t have to: my body was doing it for me. The moan I was stifling, the arch of my back whenever she touched me, how much my breathing had quickened…my body was betraying me on every level, and I couldn’t have cared less. As she pulled down my top and brushed her lips over my nipple, I threw my head back and utterly succumbed to the feeling. Forgetting about the fact that we were in some bathroom at a party, forgetting all of our friends outside, forgetting Jamie…

“Shit. Jamie.”

At the sound of his name, she paused, and bit down on my nipple. Hard. The pain flooded through my system and I winced, but also couldn’t deny how wet the pain made me. Chloe stood up, holding my hips, pushing me against the sink, forcing me to look her in the eye. “Do you really want to think about sodding Jamie right now?!” she asked, in utter disbelief.

“No. Of course not. I just remembered and felt…y’know. Bad. Sorry. Don’t stop. Please.”

Her eyes narrowed, but I could see how turned on she was. Without warning, she moved her hand under my skirt, up my thigh and slipped my panties to the side. “You clearly don’t feel THAT bad…!” She kissed me – one, gentle brush against my lips – and then used her hand on my hip to spin me round. Her lips reached my neck just as her fingers reached up and round to my clit. I moaned, quietly, and pushed back onto her hand, needing her touch. Her fingers began to tease as soon as she realised just how much I was enjoying it. Tracing around my pussy lips, running her fingers just inside, back out again, over my clit lightly, and back to teasing. By the time she started to concentrate on my clit properly, I was dripping. All the while, she’s kissing and nipping my neck, whispering in my ear, gripping my hip. As her fingers moved towards my clit, I couldn’t help but hold onto the sink for support. As I started to shake, one of her hands made its way to cover my mouth as she used the other to finger fuck me. “Open your eyes, Katie – watch this. Watch what I do to you.” Forcing my eyes open, I looked at my flushed cheeks, my panting, her smirk, how turned on she looked and it tipped me over the edge. I came, hard, gripping on to the sink and practically biting down on her hand. She kept her hand where it was, slowing her pace as I caught my breath, her fingers easing slowly in and out of me until I’d stopped shaking. As I turned to kiss her, a knock on the door jolted us both back to reality. As I went to answer, she held a finger to my lips – one of the ones that had just been inside of me. To her disbelief, I opened my mouth and sucked it clean: it was the first time that I’d tasted myself, but I knew that I wanted to surprise her at least once. She stepped back.

“We shouldn’t push our luck. Next time, it’s all about me though!”

I giggled, feeling guilty that – once again – I’d be the focus of the evening’s events. She didn’t seem to mind: she loved knowing that she’d be the one I was thinking of whenever I came for the foreseeable future. Which, of course, was true.

I left the bathroom, and re-joined the party. Jamie was none the wiser, although I was a lot less tactile with him for the rest of the night. We didn’t last much longer, mainly because that night had really shown me what I was missing out on!

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