Jason
“Why the hell did you let Summer talk us into this? We should be at a bar on Halloween,” I say to Colton.
“You know Summer’s not old enough. I’m trying to prevent her from getting a fake ID.”
“Why? It’s a rite of passage. There’s mostly underclassmen here, and they’re obnoxious.” I look around at the idiots cackling as they engage in a beer-chugging contest.
The immature girls are giggling loudly, and it’s not the infectious giggle Laurel has that gets my dick hard.
I guess I have no room to judge. I was one of those obnoxious guys only a couple of years ago, hitting on immature, giggly girls.
I glance at Colton. His eyes are on Summer as she plays beer pong on a ping-pong table set up in the middle of the basement. Along with her friends, a few guys are playing, too, and I can tell he’s leery of taking his eyes off them.
If a dude hits on her, he’ll lose his shit, and I don’t need a fight to break up when I’m planning on giving all my attention to Laurel tonight. I look around the room, wondering where she is.
I texted her earlier to let her know we were hanging out in the basement, but she’s not here, and she should be by now.
“I’m going upstairs. Want me to grab you another beer?”
He holds up his cup. “I’m good. I don’t want to drink much since Summer’s already had a few beers.”
“OK, man.” I make my way up the wooden stairs, having to stop twice for groups of barely dressed girls to pass by.
They give me flirty looks, and I could have any one of them wetting my dick tonight if I wanted, but I’ve only got one chick on my mind.
Once I reach the hallway at the top of the staircase, I shove through people to get to the living room. My eyes comb over the crowded space, but I don’t spot Laurel.
I maneuver my way toward the kitchen next, and I think I find her friend Chloe. I have a side view of the longest legs in Georgia. Her blond hair is draped over her shoulders, partially blocking my view of her face, but that has to be her.
There’s a girl standing to the right of her with her back to me in a sexy schoolgirl outfit. It’s a common costume at college Halloween parties, but I must say this chick is wearing it better than any others I’ve seen.
This is the one holiday when not a single guy stays in for the night. At Halloween parties, they get to flirt with horny chicks scantily dressed and possibly take one home with them to live out their fantasies.
Yeah, summer parties are awesome, too, where women are sporting wet bikinis, but there’s something about the naughty costumes that drives guys wild.
I walk over to where Chloe’s standing at the kitchen table. She’s talking to two guys but stops mid-sentence to look at me.
“Chloe, hi. Where’s Laurel?”
Grinning, she steps back and points to the girl next to her. Taking a sip from a red Solo cup is Laurel. My eyes bulge as I soak in the sight of her. Fuck. Me.
She’s talking to two girls while they make drinks at the long, rectangular table that’s holding a shit-load of liquor bottles and 2-liters of soft drinks.
She appears happy but nervous as she glances around the opposite direction of the room, and I’m hoping she’s looking for me.
Not taking my eyes off my schoolgirl, I mumble, “Thanks” to Chloe before I move behind Laurel. Ducking my head, I say in her ear, “If the front view of you looks anything like the back, I might have to take you home right now.”
I slide my hands up her arms, and bumps rise to the surface of them. She turns her head back to look at me, and I spot her flushed cheeks as she gives me a bashful smile.
“Hi. I was wondering where you were,” she says.
“I texted you that we were in the basement.”
Her face reddens further. “I didn’t bring my phone. There wasn’t a single spot on my body to put it.”
“I see that,” I whisper. “Now, turn around.” Shivering against my hands, Laurel sets her cup down and pivots to face me.
I step back to have a thorough look, and holy fuck, my imagination never did her body justice. I stare toward the ceiling and say a prayer that my schoolgirl lets me touch her tonight.
“Please, say something,” she says.
“You look hot as hell, and if you give me the green light, I’ll show you what it’s doing to me.”
Smiling, she glances to the floor, so I lift her chin. “If I have to look but not touch, I will; however, I seriously doubt you wore this outfit with the intention of us talking. It’s your call, though, baby.”
Grabbing my black button-up shirt at the chest, she tilts her emerald eyes up at me seductively.
“Show me what it’s doing to you.”
Shutting my mind off to the world around us, I slip an arm around her back and yank her close. I slam my lips against hers, and without hesitation, she opens her mouth for me.
Her eager hands slither around my neck as she deepens our kiss. My naughty schoolgirl has no intentions of turning back. I feel it.
Squeezing her ass, I push her pelvis toward me, and damn, I’m dying for a taste of what’s beneath this short skirt.
The room’s noisy, but I feel the hum of her moan in my mouth as I squeeze harder. I can’t do all I want to do to her in this fucking kitchen. I have to take her somewhere private.
Letting her go, I grab her hand and pull her behind me. I know where the bedrooms are, and we’re going straight to one of them.
I’m pushing past people rudely as I lead her up the stairs to the second floor. I start turning door knobs, but each one is locked as we walk down the hall.
I reach the last room, and I’m able to open it. A guy quickly rolls off a girl on the bed, and I can tell they’re young.
“Out now, Freshman.”
The tiny blonde hurries to her feet, but the guy glares at me.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“A desperate man you don’t want to piss off. Get out now.”
The girl darts past us, and the guy follows her while shaking his head. Laurel laughs as I pull her into the room and shut the door.
Locking it, I push her against it and taste her mouth again. She grips the back of my hair, and whimpers, the sounds needy and sensual.
I can’t get enough of her as I work my mouth down her throat and neck–the top of her chest next. Grabbing her shirt, I untie the knot above her waist, and thank fuck, her silky bra opens in the front.
I pop the clasp, and as I palm her breasts, she leans her head back against the door. A throaty moan sails from her swollen lips…
Shit, I could fuck her right here against this door. I can tell she’d let me, but I can’t do it. I want her in my bed, in our place.
I kiss her again, and she strokes my tongue before sucking on my bottom lip. My straining cock’s about to bust out of my jeans as I imagine her mouth on it, stroking and sucking the same damn way.
“As soon as I make you come, I’m taking you home and fucking you in my bed.”
Breathlessly, she stares into my eyes and tugs on my hair.
“Good. I didn’t wear this outfit to chat.”