It started in the club, on a Friday night. His eyes met mine, and locked with them for several long minutes. I knew him. I had known him for years, but had never seen him as anything but a friend.
But now, looking at him...
He stood at about 6 feet tall. He had black hair, short and spiked, wearing black converse shoes, black shorts, and a faded Metallica t-shirt. All topped off with a piercing through his eyebrow, and a piercing through his bottom lip. And while I had grown out of the whole "rocker" type when I was younger, for some reason here, tonight... he was sinfully sexy... And, already, I was all his.
We talked, we laughed, we flirted. Caught up on everything we hadn't said to each other in the last few years, since we hadn't seen each other. Then he grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the dance floor when a slow R&B song came on...
All it took was once dance. One dance to a seductively slow beat, my hips grinding against his, and I was a puddle... Within minutes, his lips found my neck. And he bit down. Hard. I shivered... When I caught my breath, I looked over my shoulder, and brought him down to me, my lips meeting his, almost feeling the electricity surge through my blood as I kissed him.
He groaned as my ass kneaded against his now throbbing cock.
"You're mine tonight," I heard seep out in a growling whisper, as his lips brushed again on my neck.
"I can't tonight. Tomorrow?"
"You got it, babe." And with another deep, potent kiss... He was gone.
The next night, I waited. He came in with the same group of friends, all of which were close friends of mine. Tonight, he was wearing black cargo pants, and a black button up shirt. Hair still spiked, and... holy shit... I didn't notice before, but... is that a tongue ring??? Can someone out-sexify themselves? My pussy was immediately wet.
He saw me across the dance floor. Winked. My throat closed up for a moment, and I forgot how to breathe. I sent him a cool, easy smile and winked back at him. A moment later, after he had gone to the bar, he came up with two drinks in his hand. One for me, and one for him. He set them down on the table next to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist in a way that had goose bumps forming all over my body.
I wondered if he could feel how hard my nipples got when his hands ran down my hips to rest on my ass as he pulled me in close.
"Hi." His voice was like silk. One of those deep purple silk tapestries that bring in a warmth to a room... a sexiness that can't be described with words... That's how his voice made me feel as he whispered that one word in my ear. Or maybe it was the way his teeth grazed my neck right before he said it... Either way, I was like putty in his hands.
After a night of dancing, laughing, talking, swaying, grinding, sweating, kissing, and many sensual embraces, we went to a local diner with our friends. Throughout dinner, his hand found my knee. The simple touch threw shivers up my spine. By God, there had to be a wet spot on the chair I was in by now... If he kept touching me this way, like he had been all night, they would need to re-upholster the chair!
I could feel the intense heat burning between my thighs, driving me insane with that desire I had felt since the night before as it seemed to multiply with the minutes that passed at the table. His hand grew nearer to the source of my exquisite discomfort.
His eyes met mine, and I heard a small groan escape his throat as his hand came, finally, to my crotch. He must have felt through my jeans how wet I was.
The check couldn't have come at any better moment. We quickly paid, and followed our friends back to their house, where we would be staying for the night. After a few minutes of chatting with them, they went to their bedrooms, and Freddy and I made a pad on the living room floor.
We made small talk, and I realized, suddenly, that I was nervous. Why the hell was I nervous? I had known him for years! We had the same friends, graduated together, and still saw each other from time to time. Only... I had never seen him in this way before. I had never imagined the feeling I had now, with his hand resting on my hip, pulling me close to him as his eyes stared into mine.
I had butterflies.
I wasn't used to that.
His lips met mine, only at this moment it was softer than it had been the night before. The passion was still there, Yes... but he probably sensed that I was nervous, because his mouth was suddenly soft on mine. His hand was tender on my face, holding it just below my cheekbone, where I like it the most. His tongue was sweet on mine, reminding me that he wanted me in a way that soothed my nerves.
