We were sitting in a college bar called Ozzie's enjoying happy hour with some of her graduate student friends.
"You know what happens when I drink," she smiled during a moment we had alone as the others had gone to the bar.
"Yes, I do. I'm counting on it. I let my fingers trace up her thigh under the table and kissed her neck softly. She shivered slightly.
After some laughs and three or four rounds of drinks we were on our way home.
"I'm so horny right now," she whispered in my ear as we walked along toward our apartment, which was in a large house that had been divided into four flats — two up and two down. Two upstairs and two down. We lived downstairs.
I turned her and kissed her deeply as she got her key to the door. This kind of thing in even a semi-public place like the entryway to our home would have been embarrassing to her if not for the impact of the bourbon and cola.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned softly as my hands reached down and squeezed her butt cheeks. "You're being a very naughty boy," she giggled.
"I plan to get a whole lot naughtier."
"You better."
Susan's early sexual experiences were, to say the least, bad. The say the most, they probably met the definition of date rape. She found it hard to relax in sexual situations since then. She had a tendency to tense up and end her pleasure just when her climax was approaching. It only changed when alcohol was added to mix and she was with someone she trusted, if not loved. She had gone six years between sex partners. It was honor, if that's the right word, to be the one who had made it past her walls.
Most saw her has the buxom (40DD) brunette whose hair was a little out of style. She was probably carrying 30 pounds too many, but most of those extra pounds seemed to find the top and bottom of her hour glass shape. She was a graduate student who most thought was five years older than she was. Her demeanor was professional, but friendly. She was, as mean it might sound, one of those kinds of people you wouldn't notice in a crowd. People were shocked when she began seeing me. An 18-year old freshman.
We reached the small bedroom at the back of our apartment.
" I feel like a bitch in heat," she said. I was only slightly taken aback by her coarseness. Booze didn't make her want to make love, or fool around, or have sex. It set her loose to be wild and wanton and the opposite of what anyone but me suspected, let alone knew. She loved to fuck when the mood was right.
She looked to me with her smoldering green eyes that seemed sightly glazed and somehow still bright and full of desire. She licked her lips slightly and and began to unbutton her blouse.
"Is this old," I asked as I trace my fingers along her collar bones and the hint of her cleavage.
"Yes, it's about ready for the trash, actu —"
I grabbed both lapels of it and ripped it wide open and buried my face in her breasts.
"OHHHH fuckkkk...." She murmered and pulled my head closer to her ample breasts. I kissed and licked and inhaled the smell of the Obsession perfume she had misted over them hours ago. It took my breath away as I kissed the warm creamy skin.
My hands moved up her hips, under her ruined blouse in the back and unhooked her bra. She sighed at the release. I kissed her hard and deep, our tongues slightly teasing as her bra was moved out of the way and blouse found its way to the floor. I kissed her again....sucking softly at her lower lip and then lower. To her neck, her throat.
I could feel her hands working at my pants and shirt as my kissed found her shoulder...I ran my tongue down the inside of her arm and back.
Her fingers found my cock and began to stroke me. I kicked my pants to the side and she unzipped her skirt as my I began to trace her sweet full breasts with the tip of my tongue.
