It's like my entire high school graduating class is here tonight.

Well, actually it's not *like* they're here. they *are* here. All 20 of them. We sit around a big table at Park's Pizza, enjoying our summer get together.

“Alex, I'll pay for this, you know that right?” Al says, right next to me as he shoves a huge slice of pizza into his mouth.

I nod, though I have mixed feelings on accepting Al’s generosity. It's not that Al’s a bad guy. It's just that he thinks that because he’s paying for me, I’ll cave and he’s going to get an official date eventually.

Maybe I’m being mean by stringing him along. But I've known Al for so long, that's just what we've become accustomed to.

I nibble at my pepperoni, wondering when this social event will be over. After seeing the same old faces for so long, I only feel like we're rehashing and retelling the same old high school drinking stories.

The jingle on the door of Park's Pizza sounds, and a gorgeous man I've never seen before walks in. Tall, built body that’s tailored in a pair of jeans that highlight his thick thighs, hugging them perfectly. A button down shirt that has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his muscular forearms. Cropped black hair, shorter on the sides yet longer on the top, plenty of hair for me to drag my fingers through.

I'm drawn to him. He looks around for a moment, his dark eyes searching the room. His eyes meet mine for a brief second or two. Damn, his brown eyes have some depth to them. I bet he'll look down and away.

He doesn't. Like a game of stoneface, he keeps them locked on me until I blush and look back down at my pizza.

“Hey, by the way, did I tell you my writer friend is coming by today?” Al asks. He puts his hand on my shoulder, and I physically cringe at his touch. I'm not sure why he disgusts me so much, but he does.

“You didn't mention anything about a writer friend.” I grumble.

“Oh shoot, he's here now. He's just stopping in Blackwell for a night. Says he's looking for some inspiration. Might do a story based here.”

“Who the fuck would want to do a story based in Blackwell?” I quip loudly, to no one in particular.

“I would,” booms a man's gravelly voice. I turn around and find the man I'd locked eyes with moments ago smirking down at me. His voice alone is a shot of lust straight to the groin, deep with a slight rasp. Goosebumps break out across my skin just from the timbre.

“Clint Brooks,” he says. “Nice to meet you, nice to meet all of you,” he waves to the table in a way that gets a few chuckles.

His eyes linger on me for a moment too long, sending a chill down my spine.

I try to forget about our interaction and go back to eating, but I can't. He’s sex personified and I’d love to get a taste of him. Al rubs my back, and I can’t stop the way my body cringes, as I subtly try to move away from him.

Clint sees my cringe and smiles back, shaking his head ever so slightly.

He stands up. “I'm going to grab a cigarette,” he announces then gives me a knowing look.

I excuse myself too and offer to join him.

We head outside into the dead still Blackwell night. We make small talk for awhile. He doesn’t say a thing about himself. He’s just asking me questions. The man seems genuinely curious what it was like for me growing up in a small town. He seems shocked to find out Al wasn’t my boyfriend or husband.

“Wow. You friendzoned the shit out of him. So when was the last time you had sex?”

“Oh my God, it’s been too long. Almost six months.” I murmur, slightly embarrassed.

“What?! You know that isn’t healthy right? Your hormones are all off balance. Especially when you’re in prime baby making age.”

“I know, but things have been complicated lately, and I don’t go out much,” I respond, putting out my cigarette.

“Well, now I feel like it’s my duty to give you an orgasm. I’m going to make you come so hard your mind is going to be set free,” he said while rubbing the inside of my thighs and touching my pussy over my skirt.

I whimper a little, more than happy to let this sexy ass man give me the orgasm he’s promising.

He sniffs my neck, growls, and kisses me up against the brick wall.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to do this since we made eye contact when I walked in.”

He takes me by the hand, leads me away from the doorway and further in to the alley, and starts making out passionately with me against the hard brick, hooking a finger into my opening.

“Clint,” I whimper.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard against this brick,” he groans, spinning my body around, bending me over, and grabbing a condom from his pocket as he pulls his jeans down.

He pushes inside me, thrusting deep. His long, thick cock repeatedly pummels my g-spot, making my legs shake. I can’t help the guttural moans pouring out of my mouth. Clint’s hand slides into my hair, pulling my head back as he fucks me hard. He must feel my pussy clenching and fluttering, signalling my orgasm is right there, because he leans down to my ear and growls.

“Do it, I want to feel you come.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper through gritted teeth as he pushes me to orgasm. He comes soon after, thrusting his length all the way inside me.

“That’s a good girl,” he preens as he slips his cock out of me.

Our faces are red as we head back inside. I’m sure everyone at the table can smell us. We smell like sex.

I don’t care though.

Al doesn’t bother to say a word to me while I finish my pizza.