I was at my friend’s house party last Saturday. My girlfriend was out of town visiting her parents, so I told her I’d just chill at home. Instead, I ended up at Mark’s place. The music was loud, lights low, too many people drinking.
That’s when I saw her again — Erica, Mark’s cousin who moved back to the city last month. She was wearing this tight black dress that barely covered her thighs. Every time she moved, the fabric stretched over her ass and I could see the outline of her thong. We’d flirted a lot before I started dating my girl, but nothing ever happened. Tonight her eyes kept finding mine.
Around 1 , barefoot, holding an empty glass. She smelled like vanilla and tequila.
“You’re being boring tonight,” she said, stepping so close her breasts almost touched my chest.
“I’m trying to behave,” I answered.
She laughed low. “Behave for who?”
Next thing I know she’s pulling me by my shirt into the guest bedroom down the hall. Door locked. Lights off except the blue glow from the window.
She pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard — tongue already in my mouth, tasting sweet and bitter. My hands went straight under her dress. No bra. Her nipples were already hard little points. I pinched one and she moaned into my mouth.
She dropped to her knees so fast I barely registered it.
My jeans were open in seconds. She didn’t tease — just took my cock out and swallowed half of it in one go. Wet, warm, tight throat. I groaned louder than I wanted to. Her hand cupped my balls, rolling them while her head bobbed fast. Spit ran down her chin. She looked up at me with those big dark eyes while she sucked like she was starving.
I pulled her up before I finished. Flipped her onto the bed on all fours. Dress bunched around her waist. Black thong pulled to the side. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. I rubbed the head of my dick along her slit, coating myself in her wetness, then pushed in slow.
She gasped. “Fuck… deeper.”
I grabbed her hips and slammed all the way in. Tight. Hot. Soaking. She pushed back against me every thrust, ass jiggling. I reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles. She started shaking almost immediately.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me like you can’t go home to her.”
That sentence made me lose it. I gripped her hair, pulled her head back, and pounded her so hard the bedframe banged the wall. She came first — loud, body jerking, pussy squeezing my cock in pulses. I didn’t pull out. I fucked her through it, then pulled her hips tight against me and came deep inside her. Pulse after pulse. Felt like I emptied everything I had.
We stayed like that a minute, breathing heavy. My cum started leaking out around my softening dick, dripping down her thigh.
She turned her head, smirked. “You’re gonna think about this every time you kiss her, aren’t you?”
I didn’t answer. Just pulled out, watched my load slide out of her swollen pussy, and zipped up.
She fixed her dress, kissed me once more — slow this time — then walked out like nothing happened.
I went home smelling like her perfume and guilt.
