I was a local crashing a college party. The music was so loud we couldn’t hear each other speak but the way you danced sent chills down my spine. When I came towards you I expected you to push me away, but you wrapped your fingers around my ribs and pulled me close.
You were the only girl there without a face full of make up. Your long black hair was pulled into a pony tail. Black and red trip pants couldn’t hide your full, round ass, and your white tank top was clinging beautifully to your sweating perky breasts. Our hands wandered over each other while we danced and when the song ended you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and raised your eye brows at me. I nodded, and followed you outside. As soon as the door closed, you pressed me against the wall and kissed me fiercely.
Liquor was on your breath but I didn’t care. My mouth wandered from your lips to your neck, I lifted your shirt and kissed your breast. Your hands tangled in my hair, and I let a hand reach for the warmth of your cunt. Again, I was expecting you to push me away. But when you moaned you asked the question “do you want to take this to my room?” I lifted my gaze without moving my mouth or hand and nodded, flicking my tongue against her nipple in the process.