Kimberly
To be frank, I wasn’t sure how I had pulled it off. I had managed to flirt with one of the most handsome men I’d ever met, and now I had asked him to come home with me. It was unlike me to be so bold, and I was sure Tiffany would be rather startled by the fact that I’d already found someone to go home with. I could only hope she didn’t think I was desperate for going with the first man to speak kind words to me, but once she got a good look at the gorgeous stranger, I was sure she would understand my decision.
I squeezed through the writhing bodies on the dance floor, grimacing at the sensation of sweat soaking my bare skin — sweat that was decidedly not my own. The lust that permeated the crowd was hard to ignore, and I was somewhat worried I’d be unable to find Tiffany among the horny crowd.
When I laid eyes on her, I was unsurprised to see her grinding against a young man who had to be at least five years her junior. I fought the desire to snicker, approaching the pair and waiting until the other teacher noticed me. It didn’t take long before she stumbled away from the handsome young man, her face flushed.
“What, you aren’t ready to go already, are you?” she asked in a bit of a whiney voice. I decided to have a bit of fun with her.
“It’s just…this isn’t really my scene, Tiff. I hate to ruin your good time, but since you drove me…” I trailed off, entirely expecting her to blow me off. However, she straightened up and brushed her hair away from her eyes before fumbling in her purse.
“I shouldn’t have dragged you out of your comfort zone to begin with. Of course I’ll take you back to your apartment, Kim,” she said with a faint smile, producing her keys. I’ll admit, I was taken aback by her willingness to take me home, even as she cast a longing stare at the young man behind her. I chuckled a bit, giving her a nudge back in his direction.
“I’m fucking with you, Tiff. I… uhm… sorta found another way home,” I began, gesturing vaguely at the bar. The other teacher’s eyes widened almost comically, and she reached out to pull me close, speaking in hushed tones. I tilted my head, but I was unable to make out her quiet words as the music hit a particularly loud part. She repeated herself, and I made an effort to read her lips to no avail. Suddenly, just as the music hit a lull, she shouted out what she’d been trying to express.
“That’s a hell of a way to end your dry spell, girl!”
I felt my cheeks get hot as the people in our immediate area began to chuckle. She looked chagrined, patting me on the shoulder and pushing me back in the direction of the bar. I could barely make out her muttered apologies as the music began to thrum again, but I dared not ask her to speak up again. I couldn’t deal with any more embarrassment on that level. However, a brief sensation of doubt washed over me, and when we reached the outer edge of the dance floor, I pulled the other teacher closer to whisper into her ear.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Tiff. He’s so gorgeous. What on Earth would he want with a plain Jane like me?” I hissed, drawing away to look her in the eyes. She fought a smile, as if I’d said the most hilarious thing in the world. I felt my ire rising and was tempted to give her a piece of my mind before she drew me back in.
“Plain is the last word I would use to describe you, girlfriend. I told you that you deserved lobster tail, and there he sits, in all his delicious, buttery goodness,” she murmured. I smiled in spite of myself. “No more generic brand fish sticks, alright? Go for it. I know you have a sexual deviant inside of you… deep, deep inside. Give this guy what he wants, and have a bit of fun in the meantime. You have my number if you need me,” she assured me, her expression glowing with delight. It was almost as if she were the one going home with the stud of a man, but I realized that she was simply thrilled to see me flourishing.
“You’re a good friend, Tiff. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” I said quickly, pecking her on the cheek before sauntering back to the handsome stranger I’d left at the bar. His eyes twinkled with mirth, and before I could ask what was so funny, he swiftly filled in the blanks.
“Dry spell, huh? A gorgeous woman like you? I can scarcely believe it,” he hummed, looking me up and down in a manner that could only be described as appraising. I was humiliated that he had heard the exchange — at least, part of it. I could only pray he hadn’t heard us comparing him to a fresh seafood dish. “Well, it is an honor to be the one to put an end to that. Assuming, of course, that is what you want,” he said smoothly, wrapping an arm around my waist as he placed a wad of bills on the bar top. My eyes widened, and the bartender seemed equally stunned, swiftly working to get the proper change. Before the young man could get the cash gathered, the man at my side smiled broadly, waving him off. “Keep it. I’m in a good mood.”
God, he was gorgeous, charming, and generous to boot? Not to mention he had to have his fair share of money to throw around if he was willing to part with such a sizeable wad of cash. I tried not to let the situation intimidate me, allowing the man to lead me to the door of the club. He withdrew his key from his pocket, guiding me toward a bright red sports car that looked like it belonged in one of those car chase movies. He pulled the passenger door open without a second thought and gestured for me to get in. I paused slightly, wondering what exactly I was getting myself into. Before I could doubt myself too terribly, I slipped into the car and fastened the seatbelt, my heart hammering against my ribs as he eased the door shut.
“Just as a bit of reassurance, my alcohol tolerance is rather high. Driving to your place shouldn’t be an issue. We can get a cab if you’d rather—” he began as he opened his door and slid into the driver’s seat.
“Oh, no! It’s fine. I trust you,” I assured him, though I couldn’t really assess how true that statement was. I trusted him to get me home in one piece at least… especially considering what he was driving. The car itself probably had a heftier price than my entire net worth, and I was sure that the handsome stranger wouldn’t be driving if there was any chance we could get hurt — let alone his fancy car.
He seemed satisfied with my assurance, shifting into gear and pulling out of the parking lot. I sat awkwardly in the passenger seat for a moment, not sure how to play it smooth. Drawing my lip between my teeth, my hand tensed at my side as I realized how easily I could embarrass myself.
“Is something bothering you, sweetheart?”
My heart felt as if it stopped for a solid beat, and I struggled to come up with an appropriate response. Deciding to take a bold approach that was truly at odds with my nature, I offered him a coy smile.
“It’s just… I’m already so hot and wet for you,” I purred, the words sounding a bit awkward and foreign on my tongue. I could only pray they had come out as smoothly as I hoped. His cheeks flushed slightly, and I felt the warmth of satisfaction settling in my gut. Pressing my luck a bit, I continued, “I don’t know if I can wait until we get to my apartment. It’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself.” I spoke sensually, feeling more confidence than I’d ever felt before.
“Well, don’t restrain yourself on my account,” he replied in short order, laughing a bit breathlessly. My eyes widened, but I tried to keep it subtle, not having expected that sort of a response. I should have known he would call my bluff — not that it was entirely a lie. My pussy was throbbing at the idea of his thick cock working between my velvety folds, making my cunt his own personal territory. The mere thought was enough to launch me into action, although I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing.
Sliding my hand along the length of his thigh, the only part I could reach of him from my seat, I smirked as he inhaled a quaking breath. I slipped my hand higher, dangerously close to the crotch of his jeans, before sliding back down, my nails digging into the fabric of his pants. His expression was schooled into careful neutrality, but the way he worried his lip between his teeth told me all I needed to know about his feelings on the sensation. I hesitated for a moment, taking a calming breath before unfastening my seatbelt. He watched me from the corner of his eye, looking almost alarmed as I leaned across the center console.
“Well, if you insist on being so accommodating,” I said, my voice hushed as my hand settled firmly between his thighs. I could feel the car accelerating as I fiddled with his zipper, popping his button open. I half expected him to stop me, idly considering how easy it would be for us to careen off the road and flip into a ditch. Somehow, the danger of the situation only served to arouse me further. He seemed to be having much the same feelings, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel as he parted his legs a bit. Smirking at the none-too-subtle indication, I slid his zipper down and slipped my hand into his tight pants.
“Fuck,” he gasped breathily, his voice strained as he quite obviously struggled to keep his eyes on the road. I licked my lips, reaching into his boxer briefs and pulling his length through the slight gap in his pants. He was bigger than I could have even imagined, and I was only getting a good look at about half of his length. I couldn’t see the entirety of his throbbing cock from my position in the passenger seat, but I knew there would be plenty of time for that. In the meantime, I was going to milk the situation for all it was worth — or more appropriately, milk the man in the driver’s seat.
Wrapping my hand around him, I gave him an experimental squeeze. I could feel the blood pulsing in his cock, and when I glanced up at his expression, it was clear he was just short of losing it. Slowly working my hand up and down, I moaned like a fucking bitch in heat as I pleasured him, the space between my own thighs growing hotter with each passing moment.
“I want you to fuck me so hard, baby,” I gasped, working my hand a bit more quickly. His hips jerked slightly, and the car swerved a bit as I ghosted the pad of my thumb over the tip of his cock. Suddenly, his arm lashed out to push me back into my seat as the car came to a sudden stop. Yanked from my reverie, I realized we had somehow made it to the parking lot of my apartment. We were both gasping for air, and his erection told me everything I needed to know about the effect the ride had had on him. Before I could draw away altogether, he gripped the collar of my shirt and forced me to look him in the eye.
“Your apartment. Now, sweetheart.”
His tone offered no room for argument.
Not that I was complaining.