She spotted him from across the room. He was leaning against the bar, drink in hand. His head bobbed with the music, and he was smiling looking out at the dance floor. Her heart rate jumped a few beats as she watched him. His eyes scanned the room until they met hers. She smiled at him and looked away, feeling her face heat up as she blushed. She looked back a moment later and saw a woman with him. Her arms were draped over his shoulders, and she was leaning up to kiss him.
Her heart sank a little at the site. He was taken. She wasn’t the type to get in the way of a relationship, no matter how bad she wanted someone. She had come out with her friends with the intention of getting lucky though, so she started to look for other prospects. She walked over to her group, and they made their way to the dance floor. She scanned the room as she walked, and smiled to herself when more than a few eyes turned to watch her.
She had dressed to kill tonight. She wore a tight, black shirt, cut low and showing plenty of skin. Her tight beige skirt fell to mid thigh and showed off her toned thighs. Her red hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and she cursed herself for not tying it up. She stepped out onto the dance floor and started moving to the music, her hips swaying seductively. Her friends laughed and joked as they danced, pointing to guys and making comments.
Her eyes found him again, and his eyes were glued to her. He watched as her hips rolled, and she smiled at him, backing up to one of her friends and grinding against her. He returned the smile, but flushed and looked away, realizing that he had been caught. She shrugged and turned around, dancing with her friends once more.
“Oh god, Anne is here!” her friend called over the music.
“What!? Where?” she called back
“Shes at the bar with a guy.” her friend, Jessy yelled.
She turned around and looked at the bar. Anne was the one person that she hated more than anyone. She had made her life hell since high school. Anne had been the popular girl, and she had been in the outcast crowd. Her red hair and freckles earned her nothing but bullying back then, and it hadn’t been until college that she had grown into her body and looks. Anne still looked, much, the same, her blonde hair falling in golden curls down her back. She wore tight, light colored jeans, and a white tank top.
Her arms were draped over his neck, and she stood looking up at him. He smiled as he looked down at her, leaning down and saying something into her ear. As he straightened, he looked over Anne’s head and met her eyes again. He flashed her a quick smile, then looked back at Anne.
A thought occurred to her. What if she could get payback? How good would it feel to turn the tables? After years of torment, this was her chance to make Anne feel how she had felt so many times.
“Lily! Forget her, shes not bothering us yet, lets dance!” Jessy yelled.
Lily turned away from the bar and kept dancing, doing her best to move her hips and butt in the most seductive way she knew how. After a moment, she felt hands on her hips, and looked over her shoulder. A short man, no taller than her, stood there. He smiled at her, and his drunk eyes sparkled. He wasn’t totally ugly, and she had to give him credit for having the balls to approach her. She backed into him and started dancing on him, rubbing against him. He had surprisingly good rhythm and balance for someone who was clearly drunk. As the song ended, she turned to the man and smiled.
“You’re pretty good, bro.” she said to him, holding her hand out for a high five.
She saw the disappointment in his face at the gesture. He slapped her hand, and turned to walk away. She turned to her friends.
“Lets go get a drink, I’m thirsty.” she suggested.
The night went on, drinks flowed, and the group of girls slowly grew smaller as they all went off with their new ‘friends’. As Lily was walking back from the bar, she made eye contact with him again. She smiled, and felt her face flush again. He smiled back and nodded to her, raising his drink in a mock toasting movement. She giggled as she sat down at the table with her remaining friends.
“What are you laughing about?” Jessy asked.
“You see that guy at the bar?” Lily asked, pointing in his direction.
“Tall, black hair. Hes wearing a maroon button up and black pants.”
“Oh... hes hot!”
“Hes here with Anne.”
“Poor guy. Shes such a bitch!”
“We’ve been staring at each other all night. Every time I look at him, hes looking at me.”
“Get him, girl!”
“I can’t do that. Hes here with someone”
“What? Hes hot, you’re hot. You need to get laid. Whats the problem?”
“Umm...Anne is the problem.”
“He is literally staring at you right now.” Jessy said, looking over to the bar
Lily lifted her head and looked. Her eyes met his and she felt her heart flutter in her chest. She imagined his hands on her. His lips gliding over her body. His tongue in her mouth as they kissed. The weight of him pressing her down into the bed. She wanted him. Bad.
“She deserves it, for how she treated us in school.” Lily said.
“Damn right she does! Go get him” Jessy replied
Lily took a sip of her drink, then stood up. She made her way over to him, watching his eyes follow her as she walked.
“You got a staring problem or something?” she asked, when she stood in front of him.
“I could ask you the same question.” he said, smiling down at her.
“Didn’t your mother teach you that its impolite to stare?”
“I never knew her, she died when I was just a baby.”
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, I was just joking!” Lily said, reaching out and placing a hand on his stomach as she apologized. His stomach was solid, and she felt him tense at her touch.
“I was too, my mother is a wonderful woman. I just talked to her yesterday.” he said, laughing at her reaction
“You jerk! I felt horrible for a second!” Lily said, slapping him on the arm.
He laughed harder as she struck him
“Careful, I bruise easy.” he said, hunching up his shoulder and leaning away from her.
“You can’t mess with me like that, I’m a very sensitive person.” Lily scolded, smiling.
“I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” he asked
“Well, you can tell me your name.”
“I’m James. But you can call me James.” he said, holding out his hand.
“Well James, you can call me Lily. You can make it up to me by dancing with me James”
“I don’t think my woman would like that very much.”
“You have a woman?” Lily asked, looking around, “I don’t see one around anywhere.”
His head swung around, searching.
“Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen her for a while either.”
Lily reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the bar.
“What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her. Dance with me!”
His answering smile sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach
“Okay. One dance. That’s it though.”
‘That’s all I need’ she thought to herself, as she turned and led him to the dance floor. Her favorite song started as they walked out.
“I love this song!” she proclaimed, pulling him close.
She started moving her body to the rhythm, her hips and butt swaying back and forth. His hands fell to her hips as he stared moving with her. His rhythm was perfect with hers, and they moved in harmony. She spun around and pressed her hips against him hard, grinding against him. His hands stayed on her hips, guiding her movements and pulling her butt harder against him. She pressed her back against his chest and closed her eyes. She could feel him growing hard as they moved together and she imagined him filling her.
The song ended, and she spun around, throwing her arms up over his shoulders and hugging him
“You’re really good!” she said, breathlessly, into his ear.
“Thanks. You’re not bad yourself” he replied, his breath hot on her neck.
“I gotta go find my woman now. Thanks for the dance.”
“Oh...okay” she said, slowly releasing him, sliding her hands down his chest.
He smiled down at her, then turned away and disappeared into the crowd. Lily walked back to her table and sat down, picking up her drink and taking another sip.
“What happened? You guys looked great out there!” Jessy asked
“Freaking Anne happened! He went off to find her. Shes going to get all the fun for the work I just put in out there.” Lily complained, downing the rest of her drink.
By now, it was just Jessy and Lily left at the table. They sat and talked, mostly complaining about the fact that they were both going to be going home alone. The music and dancing continued around them as they sat there. After a short time, an obviously drunk, but not unattractive man walked over and whisked Jessy out to the dance floor. She shrugged at Lily as she followed him out, mouthing the words ‘sorry’ and ‘he’ll do’
Lily sat at the table, watching her friend dance, and stirring the ice around in her cup.
“Is this seat taken?” James said, from behind her
“You have to have a mother to sit at this table” Lily replied, spinning to look up at him.
“I guess I’m safe then.” he said, smiling at her and pulling out a chair.
“I guess so.” she said, turning to face him as he sat down and smiling.
“Where’d all your friends go?”
“One of them is out there, dancing. All the others went home already. Where’s your woman?”
“She got too drunk and got into a fight in the parking lot. They called a cab for her and sent her home.”
“So why are you still here?”
“This happens all the time, I’m not ready to go yet.”
‘This is my chance’ Lily thought to herself. She turned to face him fully, and looked him in the eyes.
“Does that mean I get another dance?” she asked.
“I don’t see why not. What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her, right?”
“Exactly! Come on!” Lily said, jumping up and grabbing his hand.
She led him back out to the dance floor. They danced until the house lights came on and the bouncers started pushing people towards the exits.
“Do you have a ride home” he asked, as they walked out the doors.
“I was just going to walk, I don’t live far.” she said
“There’s no way I’m letting you walk home. I’ll drive you.”
“Are you sure? You don’t need to get home and check in?”
“Nah, shes fine. I insist.”
“Okay. Thank you”
They walked through the parking lot, making small talk and joking back and forth. They climbed into his car and drove the five blocks to her building.
“Would you mind walking me up? There is this creepy old guy on my floor, and anytime I come home this late, he tries to talk to me for hours. I would really appreciate it.” she asked
“I guess I could do that. I can’t stay long though.” he said, shutting the car off.
“As long you you walk me in, he should leave me alone.”
They got out of the car and walked into the building. They talked quietly as they rode the elevator up, and walked to her door. She unlocked the door, walked in, and he followed close behind.
“Nice place.” he said, looking around the room.
The room was sparsely decorated. It looked lived in and comfortable, but not jumbled or cluttered. Her couch sat in the middle of the room, facing the interior wall. A small coffee table, sat in front of it, a couple of magazines laying on its surface. The wall had two book shelves sitting against it, one on either side of her television set. The shelves were packed with books, all showing signs of heavy use. She walked into the small kitchen and opened a cabinet, retrieving two glasses.
“Thank you. You want anything to drink?” she asked
“No thanks. I really should get going.” he replied
“Oh, come on. Its the least I can do. You were nice enough to give me a ride and walk me in. Let me do something to pay you back.”
He paused for a minute, looking at her.
“Okay, one drink.”
“Thank you.” she said brightly
She walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a few bottles, prepared the drinks, and walked into the living room.
“You were drinking jack and coke at the bar right?” she asked, handing him the glass.
“Yeah, how did you know?” he said.
“I pay attention.”
“I’ve been dating Anne for two years, and she still doesn’t know my drink.” he said, looking at his glass and taking a swig. “Damn, that’s really good.”
“Good. I’m glad you like it. Sorry you have a crappy girlfriend though.”
“I wouldn’t say shes a crappy girlfriend.” he protested.
Lily walked over to the couch and settled down onto it, sitting sideways facing him. She propped her head up on one hand, swirling the drink in her other.
“A woman should know what her man drinks after the first few dates.” she said, looking up at him
He sat down on the couch next to her, looking at his glass.
“It would be nice not to have to remind her every time we go out. Shes got some good qualities too though.”
“Well, shes a pretty good cook. She doesn’t have a job, so she keeps the house clean, that’s nice. Oh, and she gives pretty good massages. She helps me unwind sometimes if I ask for one.”
“So, she cooks and cleans for you, and rubs your back for you, when you ask her? Sounds like you just have a really cool house keeper to me.”
He chuckled at that, nodding his head.
“I suppose you’re right about that.”
“Plus, you take her out, and she gets sent home in a cab because shes too drunk. Sounds like a crappy girlfriend to me. I wouldn’t do that to my man. Just saying.”
“Well, I guess you’re just a better woman than she is.”
“I bet I give better massages too.” Lily said, winking at him.
“Oh ya? I’m not so sure about that. Shes pretty good with her hands.”
“I could prove it to you, but you said you cant stay.” Lily said, shrugging her shoulders.
“I could use one tonight too. She won’t be in any shape to give me one when I get home.” he said, rolling his neck around.
Lily let her hand drop down onto his shoulder, squeezing gently. She started rubbing his shoulder, and watched his eyes close slowly. A soft moan escaped his mouth as she squeezed a little harder, and he leaned towards her. She set her drink down on the coffee table, and took his out of his hand. She scooted closer to him, and he turned his back to her. Both hands settled on him as she started rubbing his neck and shoulders. His head lulled forward as he moaned.
“You were right” he said, his voice quiet and relaxed.
“About what?” Lily asked, her smile apparent in her voice.
“You do give better massages than her.”
“Told you so” she said, laughing.
She started working her way down his back, gently kneading her hands into him. She felt the tension in his muscles melt away as she rubbed. She made her way down to the seam of his shirt, and went under it. His skin was hot against her hands as they worked their way back up, pulling his shirt up with them.
“I hope this is okay?” she asked, her voice quiet and heavy.
“I don’t think I could tell you to stop, even if I wanted you to. It feels amazing.”
“Take your shirt off. Its getting in my way.” she said.
He removed his shirt, and she resumed massaging him. Her hands worked over his bare skin, squeezing, kneading, rubbing. He sat there, moaning softly, his head hanging down. She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder as she squeezed it. He straightened, and looked back at her. She just smiled and kept rubbing his shoulders, then leaned forward again and kissed his neck, just behind his ear. He sucked in a breath, and leaned his head farther to the side. She began placing kisses down his neck as she rubbed his shoulders, then slid her hands around to his chest, pulling him back against her.
His hand closed over hers as she kissed him, and he sighed. She spun his body around and straddled him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. His hands slid down her body and settled on her hips, as his tongue found hers. They kissed for a while, her hands running through his hair, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She began to grind against him, felt him press into her. He slipped his hands under her shirt, and she moaned as she felt him grabbing her. She ripped her shirt off and threw it across the room, kissing him again as she started to undo her bra.
His hands glided up her body, and he took her breast in hand, squeezing them. The bra followed the shirt, and she grabbed his hands, grinding harder against him. Their tongues danced in perfect harmony, just as they had at the club earlier. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed, and he dropped a hand down to the small of her back, pulling her harder against him. He started kissing down her neck, down to her collar bone, her chest. She gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. His tongue flicked over it in small circles. He switched nipples and repeated the process, while she continued to grind her hips on him.
He started kissing farther down her body, turning to lay her down on the couch. He kissed over her stomach and down to the waistband of her skirt. His fingers hooked under her skirt, and began to pull it down over her hips slowly. His lips and tongue explored her newly exposed flesh, sending little shocks of pleasure shooting up her body. Her hips lifted off the couch as he pulled the skirt away. He kissed the side of her knee as he settled her leg over his shoulder. She looked at him as he began to kiss her thigh, working his way down.
His breath was hot on her when he looked up into her eyes. He smiled as he kissed her. His eyes closed as he did, placing kisses all around, teasing her. His tongue was light as a feather on her skin as he began to taste her. She could feel herself growing more and more wet as his tongue went to work on her. He slipped his tongue inside her, and licked up to her clit. Back and forth, back and forth. Over and over again.
She inhaled sharply when his mouth closed over her clit and he began sucking on it. His tongue worked in circles, first one way, then the other. Up and down, across. A finger slid into her and started rubbing her. She tightened herself around it and he moaned, his voice vibrating against her. Her hips began to roll against his face, and he slipped another finger into her. She moaned loud as he began to rub harder, his fingers hooked and moving in a come hither motion. She squeezed tighter, and as she did, he spread his fingers out, making her feel full. Her orgasm came quickly, and she called out as it took control of her. Her hips pressed hard into his face, and he kept sucking. His movements never wavered, he kept the same pace and rhythm, riding the wave with her.
As her orgasm faded, he pulled his face away from her. He smiled at her, and his face glistened with her juices. She sat up and grabbed at his pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. He sat down on the couch, and she grabbed him, gently stroking him. She straddled him again, pressing her mouth to his, tasting herself on his lips. Her hips rolled again, grinding her hot wetness along his hard shaft. His hands grabbed hard at her hips, guiding her movements.
She gasped as she reached down and put him inside her, lowering herself slowly down his length. He moaned as she took him deeper and deeper. She settled over him and squeezed, kissing him hard again. She rocked her hips slowly, grinding against him. His hand moved from her hips to her butt, holding her up and pulling her harder against him. His head fell back as she rode him, and he started thrusting gently, meeting her movements with his own. Again, they were in perfect rhythm, moving together in perfect motions. She felt another orgasm beginning to build up, and she sped up her pace a bit. Her breathing quickened, and her moans grew louder as she drew closer to climax. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rolling her hips harder, almost frantically. She screamed as her body began to shake with the power of her next orgasm. Her hips bucked and shuttered down his length as she continued to ride him.
She wrapped her arms tighter around him, and shuttered when she felt him begin to kiss her neck. She felt him throbbing deep inside her as her walls quivered through the last orgasm. He lay her down on the couch, kissing her neck and chest. He started to move inside her, grinding into her, then thrusting deep. Their mouths met again as he did, and she pulled him, greedily, down. His thrusts grew stronger, and she could hear wet, slapping, noises with each movement. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He moaned in ecstasy as he drove into her again and again. He started to tense up atop her, and she could feel that he was close to finishing.
“Cum inside me.” she whispered in his ear.
He moaned as he thrust into her. He slowed down, grinding against her again. She clenched herself down on him and he did, and it was enough to send him over the edge. He pressed himself into her hard, and she felt him explode inside her. His body twitched as he moaned, grinding his hips against hers. She worked her muscles over him, milking every drop out of him. He pressed his mouth to hers again as he finished. They kissed for a while, and he finally pulled himself out of her. She lay there, looking at him for a minute.
“Do her massages end like that?” she asked.
“Sometimes they end in sex, but not like that.” he replied, resting a hand on her thigh and rubbing her.
“See? Crappy girlfriend.”
“You might be on to something. I just need a woman like you in my life.” he said, squeezing her leg.
“Yep, you sure do.” she said, sitting up and kissing him again.
He kissed her back, holding the back of her head.
“Do you really have to go?” she asked
“I don’t want to.” he said “but I need to.”
“Can I see you again?”
“Yes. Give me you phone.” he said
She walked over to her purse, grabbed her phone, and walked back to him. He took the phone from her, and sent himself a message. His phone buzzed against the floor.
“I’ll text you later, and we can set something up. Deal?” he asked
“That sounds perfect.” she replied, smiling and kissing him again.
He stood up and got dressed. She lay on the couch watching him. He turned to her as he walked to the door.
“I’ll talk to you soon Lily. Good night.”
“Good night.” she replied.
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