I had been with my boyfriend Anthony since I was 14. That was 5 whole years of my life. We met through a mutual friend and I was instantly attracted to his dark brown eyes and long eyelashes. I had a thing for eyes. We were the standard "high school couple" and I loved hanging out with him. Even though I had known him for what seemed like forever, he never pressured me into doing anything I didn't want.
But this isn't about the first five years of our relationship, it was about my 19th birthday.
He had planned everything that day: from the adorable breakfast in bed to the surprise party at his house, it was all so perfect. I was the luckiest girl in the world. When we got to his house and after everyone had yelled "surprise!" the party began.
Marc, Anthony's older brother, came up to me and we started talking. He gave me a drink and we walked into the guest bedroom because it was quieter and easier to hold a conversation there.
Marc definitely got all the right genes from his parents. He had jet black hair and the iciest blue eyes I had ever seen. I knew he worked out because I would see him at the gym when I was on the eliptical doing weights right behind me.
He was 24 and I'm pretty sure he knew he was insanely good looking. He would always flirt with me but I figured it was because I was Anthony's girlfriend and spent all of my time at their house.
Anyway, back to the party.
We sat down on the bed and I noticed Marc had brought a nearly full bottle of tequila with him. He told me that because I was finally legal to drink, I had to take a few shots with him. I didn't see a problem with that so I didn't stop him when he started pouring two shots.
He was really good at convincing people. That's probably why I ended up taking four shots back to back with him. He wanted a 5th one but I was getting a bit light-headed and thought I should stop. That's when he suggested I lie down. It seemed like a good idea.
As soon as I lay down, Marc told me to hold a piece of lime in my mouth and pulled up my shirt just enough to show my flat, tanned stomach. I looked at him confused and he explained that he was going to teach me what a body shot was. Afterall, I was 19 and should know these things by now.
He poured a tiny bit of tequila into my belly button and the coldness made me shiver, spilling it all over myself and the bed. Marc looked at me and for a second his blue eyes got a menacing glint in them. He told me sternly to be careful and not move again. I have no idea why, but the look he gave me sent electricity straight down from my throat to between my thighs. I squeezed them instinctively but I don't think he noticed.
Marc poured the tequila again and then he wiggled my jeans just low enough to be able to tell that I had shaved that day. He smirked and sprinkled salt in a neat line from the top of my jeans to my belly button.
"Ready?" He asked
I nodded, not knowing why I was getting nervous.
He quickly moved his tongue upwards from my lower stomach and sucked the tequila out of my belly button. I felt that same electricity shoot to my groin but this time it was much stronger. He looked me in the eyes and swooped in the bite the lime I forgot I was holding between my teeth.
He tossed the lime into the trash beside the bed and looked at me in such a raw and seductive way. I could feel the blood rushing to my clit and my panties were getting soaked just looking back at him.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Anthony was standing in the doorway, completely oblivious to the thoughts going through my mind at that moment.
"What are you guys doing in here?" Asked Anthony
Before I could say anything, Marc was already mid sentence "Ashley was feeling light-headed so I told her to lay down until she felt better." He looked at me and his eyes glinted as he said my name. I could see a huge bulge in his pants and desperately tried to regain my composure before either of them saw what I was looking at.
"I better get back to everyone, I feel a lot better now Marc, thanks." I stuttered and left the room in a hurry.
As the night continued I'd notice Marc looking at me from time to time. Every time I managed to stop thinking about how huge that bulge in his jeans was, he'd show up again and either brush up behind me or lightly touch my hip. It never bothered me before when he'd squeeze behind me in their kitchen or casually touch my shoulder when I was at their house but now every time he did it, I felt my clit getting sensitive and could barely keep myself from gasping when he touched me.
I was a virgin. My parents brought me up in a religion that taught me to wait until marriage before I tried anything with a boy more advanced than kissing. That's what I loved about Anthony: he never had a problem with my beliefs and I could be myself around him without worrying that he would want more.
After a while, the feelings I was having were getting to be too much. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, locking the door quickly. I might have been a virgin, but I knew how I worked. If I was feeling this horny, I had to take care of it before I lost control. Sliding my panties off along with my jeans, I sat up on the vanity counter and spread my legs. I always shaved everything because I just felt sexy like that. It wasn't for anyone to see.
I spread my thighs apart and slowly started rubbing my clit in little circles. I started breathing quicker and could feel my muscles tightening as the feeling started to grow. I let out a moan and was just about to try and slip a finger into my pussy when someone knocked on the door
"Ash, you in there?" It was Marc.
I quickly jumped off the counter, yanked on my jeans and opened the bathroom door.
"Yeah yeah, I'm good, I just wanted to splash some water on my face" I lied, hoping Marc couldn't see me blushing.
He smiled and before he could start up another conversation, I had spotted my boyfriend and quickly made my way toward him.
About an hour later, Marc came up to me as I was grabbing another drink and smirked. "I think these are yours." He said, holding up a pair of black and red lace panties.
"Oh my God. I... umm... I have no idea how I could have forgotten those!" I sputtered, snatching them out of his hands and stuffing them into my jeans pocket before anyone could see.
"I didn't know you were that selfish Ashley," Marc started "I thought you'd at least let me watch you play with yourself after I taught you what a body shot was."
I turned scarlet.
