Aisha Kingley's smile was broad and bright as the usher standing in front of the nightclub's entrance moved to one side. It was Friday night, and she was in the mood to let her hair down and have some fun. She drew more than a few appreciative stares from men as she walked into the dimly lit interior; her dusky-colored skin was a gorgeous shade of chocolate brown, matching her eyes and hair. Her figure was also very appealing--slender and willowy with pert breasts that were only half-concealed by the plunging neckline of the halter top she wore. The top also left her midriff bare, displaying her toned flat stomach for all to see.
Aisha was looking forward to blowing off steam. It had been a very stressful week of classes. She always took her studies very seriously, but when it was time to play, she played hard. Her body began to move almost of its own accord in time with the loud music and multi-colored strobe lights that flashed every few seconds in a dizzying display. Aisha moved with catlike grace, her body moving and swaying in time with the beat of the heavy bass woofers. Men and women were packed around her, some dancing alone, others dancing with girlfriends, acquaintances or complete strangers. A well-stocked bar in the back provided liquid courage to those who required it. All in all, an atmosphere of wildness and uninhibitedness pervaded the whole.
Aisha grinned as she watched some of the other clubbers around her. A few feet away, a curvy blonde in a tight miniskirt was grinding against a tousle-headed young man with blonde hair. They were obviously a couple, if the hot and heavy way they were kissing was any indication. There was the promise of carnal union in that kiss, in the knowing looks they gave each other. Aisha felt herself growing damp between her legs at the thought. Would that her ex-boyfriend was still around to touch her that way. She and Ty had dated exclusively for almost four years, ever since her junior year of high school, and their breakup was something neither of them wanted even though they both knew it was necessary. Aisha was going to school out of state at Sunny Valley University, while Ty was staying in Aisha's hometown. She briefly considered trying a long distance relationship, but those almost never worked out. So she and Ty regretfully ended their relationship.
Sadness flitted across her face. Ty was good to her, and very good in bed. She missed him very much. Sometimes she was tempted to try to call him, but what good would that do? None that she could see. Instead, Aisha lost herself in nightclubs and the local party scene when she wasn't absorbed in her classes. Getting over Ty was a lot easier if she was able to distract herself. The less she thought of him, the more quickly she could move on.
Guilt pricked Aisha's conscience. Ty didn't deserve to be consigned to oblivion. He deserved better. But how could she get over him if she kept holding on to his memory? She had to let him go, for both of their sakes. It wasn't fair to her or to Ty if she kept dwelling on their relationship.
So Aisha swayed and writhed and danced her heart out, laughing and cheering with the crowd as the music blared and the alcohol flowed freely. She twirled and swirled, only to find herself in the arms of a complete stranger. He caught her neatly, pulling her close and putting his hands on her waist.
"Wanna dance?" he asked, raising his voice to be heard over the din.
"Bit cocky, aren't you?" Aisha retorted dryly. "Maybe my answer's no." Though in truth, she wasn't at all opposed to the idea. The guy was good-looking and fit, with red hair, green eyes, a lean body and tanned skin that hinted at lots of time outdoors. He grinned as he noticed her perusal of him.
"You're not so bad yourself," he said. "What's your name?"
"Aisha! Yours?"
"Jeremy!"
Aisha had no idea if that was his real name or not, but she went with it anyway. "You live around here?" she asked, as she raised her hands over her head and bopped to the beat in a way that made her breasts bounce alluringly. The guy moved in perfect sync with her.
"Not far, no. I come here a lot. Haven't seen you around before though!"
"I just moved to the area," Aisha replied. "I'm a student." She didn't bother telling him the name of her school. He didn't need to know that, and he probably wouldn't care either way.
"You here by yourself?" Jeremy pressed.
"If you're asking if I have a boyfriend, the answer is no, I don't." Aisha jutted her chin out a little in challenge. "Why? Are you trying to get in my pants?"
"Yes." The bluntness of his answer surprised her. "You're smoking hot, Aisha. The moment you walked in here I've been waiting for an opportunity to talk to you. I want to take you somewhere private and fuck you."
Aisha couldn't help staring. Her mouth fell open in shock. She hadn't been expecting that. Most guys tried to play some sort of game, pretending to care about a girl's personality and saying whatever they thought a woman wanted to hear in order to coax them into bed. Even Ty hadn't been so crass and so bold as to ask her outright if he could fuck her. For a moment Aisha felt a little insulted. Did he think she was really that easy? But then, the more she thought about it, the more she appreciated Jeremy's brutal honesty. He wasn't pretending to be interested in her as a person; he just wanted a roll in the hay and had the guts to ask her for it.
And, she admitted to herself, it had been over a month since she'd last had sex. Ty had given her a goodbye fuck she'd always remember, but that was weeks ago now. Aisha needed some dick, and she needed to get over her ex-boyfriend. Perhaps getting the former would help with the latter.
"Fine," she said. "But not your place. No offense, but I don't know you. I don't want to go to the house of some guy I only just met. I hope you understand."
"Of course I do," Jeremy said, nodding. "I'd probably do the same thing if I were you."
"We'll go to my car," Aisha went on. "It's got plenty of room. Do you have protection?"
Jeremy patted his back pocket. "Never go anywhere without it."
"Good, 'cause I'm not on the pill. I appreciate you coming prepared."
Aisha took his hand and began leading him outside. Her car was a large Hyundai SUV, so there was indeed plenty of room for the two of them to fool around. She unlocked the vehicle and clambered into the back seat. Jeremy followed. As soon as he got inside, he cupped the back of her neck and brought her in for a kiss.
Aisha stopped him cold. "None of that," she said. "This is just fucking, nothing more. I just got out of a long-term relationship, so I'm not looking for intimacy."
"If that's how you wanna play it," Jeremy shrugged. "Is it okay if I kiss your tits instead?"
"Oh, hell yeah." Aisha removed her shirt and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She enjoyed the way Jeremy's eyes dilated and his breath quickened at the sight of her bare, perky black breasts. They were very well-shaped with no sagging at all. Aisha was very proud of them.
She let her eyes drift shut as he lowered his mouth to suckle on a dark brown nipple. Jeremy was experienced, she could tell right away. Not that that surprised her. He was cute enough not to have any trouble attracting women. A moan escaped her as he flicked her rapidly-stiffening nipple with his tongue, using a hand to cup her other breast and stimulate it with his fingers.
"God, yes," she moaned. "Just like that..."
Jeremy chuckled low in his throat. He continued to tease and caress her naked chest for a few minutes, building up the sexual energy between them. Aisha's pussy was now sopping wet, ready and eager to get fucked for the first time in far too long. When it became too much to bear, she pushed Jeremy away from her and began worrying at his belt. "Enough foreplay," she said, removing the condom from his pocket and putting it in his hand. "Drop your pants, put this on, and fuck me."
