Off the Syllabus

I just finished curling my hair when there was a knock at the front door. I opened the door to my best friend, Maggie, who walked past me to my kitchen with a bottle of tequila.

“We’re pregaming before we go. I cannot go sober.” She said as she grabbed the shot glasses from the cabinet. She’d just broken up with her boyfriend, Clay, and we knew he’d be at the club tonight.

“Don’t you think going drunk will send the wrong message?” I questioned, touching up my makeup in the mirror by my front door.

“I don’t think I care.” She said, holding out a glass to me. We both threw them back, making a face at the taste and burn of the alcohol.

“Just the one shot, Mags. Let’s not overdo it before we even get there.” I warned her. As much as she didn’t want to be sober, I didn’t want to be drunk yet. I needed to keep her from Clay.

“Whatever. Our Uber is here anyway.” She threw back another shot I hadn’t realized she’d poured, then walked out the front door.

As we rode there, I saw her checking her phone obsessively, looking through Clay’s Instagram. “Are Soph and Jack meeting us there?” She nodded, and I was thankful. I’d known Maggie since our freshman year of high school, and I’d been through many breakups with her. I knew she was going to need lots of alcohol and watched like a hawk. Luckily, Jack, our other best friend, agreed to be the designated driver so I could leave her in his hands.

When we arrived, we entered and looked around for our friends. I saw Soph and Jack sitting in a booth off to the side, both looking at a man at the bar. I could tell they were arguing about who would be the one to ask the guy to dance.

“I think he’s straight, sorry, Jack,” I said, walking up to the table and sliding in beside him. “Don’t worry, babe, you’ll get the next one.” Sophia gave a smug look and got up to talk to him.

“Tell me you ordered drinks,” Maggie said, slumping into the seat Sophia had just evacuated.

“Yes, girl, I ordered shots and drinks. We also have not seen Clay, but we will be looking for his replacement tonight.” Jack answered, reaching over and snatching Maggie’s phone from her hands.

“Hey!” Maggie exclaimed, watching Jack put her phone in his pocket.

“You dumped him, Mags. He’s a lying, cheating snake, and you only dated for 3 months.” He told her.

“But the sex was so good. I’m gonna miss it.” She said sadly. Jack and I rolled our eyes.

"No sex can be that good, Mags," I said, and I looked out to the dance floor, seeing that Sophia had managed to get the guy from the bar out there.

Jack elbowed me. “Come on, Mags, Elle is gonna go dance. Go with her. Be hot enough that guys will dance with you. I’ll wait for our drinks.” He said with a smile, pushing me out of the booth.

We got out on the floor, and the thumping music was so loud, I couldn’t hear anything else. At least the music is good, I thought to myself. I began moving my body to the rhythm, losing myself in the music, staying close to Maggie. We weren’t dancing long before I felt a pair of hands on my hips.

The man behind me leaned in close, yelling over the music, “Can I dance with you?”

I chuckled and looked up at him over my shoulder, yelling back, “I think you already are.” We started moving together with the beat of the music. I turned around in his arms to face him and get a good look at him. “You’re a good dancer,” I yelled up at him, finally seeing his face. He was clearly older, probably early 30s, but he was the hottest man I think I’d ever seen. Even in the dark club, I could see his full lips and purposeful stubble. His brown eyes looked at me hungrily.

“You are too,” he replied, looking me up and down. I knew that, although my body shape was hot, with my full curves, thick thighs, and full breasts, my face was nothing to be proud of, but the way he looked at me made all my insecurities go away.

He flashed his eyes down to my lips before bringing them back to my eyes. I licked my lips and looked down at his, waiting. He finally leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. Once our lips touched, it was electric. He kissed me fiercely, slamming his lips into mine, and I could feel his moans vibrate in my mouth. I opened my lips, inviting his tongue in, and he moved it along mine, feeling every inch of my mouth like he was trying to memorize it.

He finally pulled away, panting. “Come with me,” he yelled over the music before grabbing my arm and leading me towards the restrooms. Seeing the long line, he pulled me past them and found a supply closet in an area we definitely were not supposed to be in. He pulled me in, slamming me against the door and instantly pressed his lips against mine again. My hands landed on his upper arms, while he had one of his hands in the back of my hair, and the other roaming over my body.

I had never been more thankful that I was wearing a dress. He released my lips from his, and he kissed down my neck and jaw while grabbing my thighs, and he picked me up, my legs around his waist. He ground himself into my sex, and I moaned louder than I should’ve.

I felt him reach into his pocket and pull something out, and I only realized it was a condom when I felt him unbuttoning his pants underneath me and the tear of the foil.

“How fond are you of these panties?” He asked, his thumbs gripping the sides of them.

“Never been a fan,” I tried to joke, but it came out more desperate. His thumbs pressed into the lace of my panties, and he ripped them off, tossing them to the side.

I lifted myself off him slightly so that I could move on top of his erection. Before he entered me, I looked in his eyes and saw nothing but need. I’m not sure if it was need for me, or need for sex, but I was willing to give him whatever, as long as he gave it back.

He quickly thrust up into me, filling me, and I moaned as he entered.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed out, his forehead leaning against mine. He began to move, setting a fast pace, and while it felt good, I needed him deeper.

“Wait, stop one second,” I asked, and he did. I moved one leg back down to the ground, and used that as leverage to move one of my legs up onto his shoulder. I moved his hand to my ass, making him hold me while I worked the other leg up. Thank god I’m flexible. I thought as he practically folded me in half against the door.

The thrusting began again, and I heard him hiss through his teeth before he leaned his head back down and kissed me. He set a fast and hard rhythm, and we both moaned into each other's mouths, and one of his hands worked its way up to my throat. The slight squeeze of his finger on my throat and the angle at which he was pumping into me had my body building to a release.

Soon, I was moaning as loud as I could with his hand around my throat, and he squeezed slightly harder and pumped faster. “Come for me,” he said, and it caused my body to explode around him. Only after coming down from my high did I realize he too was coming down from his.

Pulling my legs down off of his shoulders, I tried to stand on my own, but my legs just felt like jelly.

“What’s your name?” He asked, still panting while trying to do up his pants.

“Oh, well, I don’t think that matters now,” I said, smoothing out the skirt of my dress.

“It matters to me.” He said sharply.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Elle.”

“Well, Elle, may I have your phone number?”

“I’m not sure how much your girlfriend is going to like that.” I tried, making a guess, and the shock on his face was the only answer I needed.

I gave him a sad smile before opening the door and leaving the closet.