**All characters and scenarios depicted in this story are entirely fictional**
Zachary rounded the corner to the first large property at the beginning of the block. He walked, hiding his face in his jacket to protect it from the biting wind. He cursed the weather for not agreeing with him, and cursed himself for not judging the grey skies correctly. Judging from the black horizon, it was nearing 6 p.m. Despite the carpet of darkness that swallowed his vision, the night was young and bode well for the naughty feeling that stirred deep within his chest. His excitement was in anticipation for Clara making good on her promise that she'd be at the party tonight.
Clara was a sweet girl, a couple months his junior. He'd known her from school, and quickly developed an obsession with her. She was tall, nearing 5'9; elegant in every sense of the word; her cat- like eyes were the focal point of her face sitting directly above her ski-slope nose. Her cheeks seemed flushed in the way they do when pinched. Ash blonde hair brushed her shoulders tenderly, and sat tucked behind her ear as if to suggest she'd sit and listen to anyone who needed. She was a kind girl, but Zachary had nothing kind planned for her.
The party had already begun, people were trickling in around 7, and Zachary had been socializing with people here and there with his eye wandering toward the door every so often. Around 10 pm, Clara finally came. She had her slender arm wrapped around her friend, Ally, who was equally pretty. Clara wore a short white blouse that conveniently revealed her perky breasts. Zachary stared with wild anticipation at her from the stairwell, the cold breeze perked her nipples begging for his mouth. Her little skirt rode up revealing two milky thighs. No sooner did she begin to set down her things did Zachary approach her.
Face to face, he towered over her timid frame, his dark eyes glossy with with lust and inebriation.
"Hey, my love!" Clara affectionately greeted him.
"My love?" a sly smile crept over his face.
"I haven't seen you in forever! I promised you I'd come!" she exclaimed.
"You look so delicious," Zach disregarded her words. His sharp jaw tensed and his brow furrowed as he took steps closer to her.
"Youre blocking me in the doorway, jeez!"
"So?" he asked grabbing at her skirt.
"Please... Zach... let me say hi to my friends" she stammered.
Annoyed and dismayed, he hid his anger with a tender smile. With the tip of his finger he moved her hair aside from her forehead and kissed her cheek.
As Clara walked further into the house, Zach plopped into the chair, thinking deeply, following her with his eyes. She was a little tease. Parading around with her plump ass to and fro, each cheek bouncing and jiggling with her steps. The hem of the skirt flirted with flashing the crowd as she bent down to tie her shoes. Careful, calculated glances in Zach's direction revealed a hungry, painted mouth shining a pretty and lustful grin.
The tension was palpable. He grabbed at his bulge adjusting it to hide from obvious view. He could feel the dull throb and ache in his cock as she looked at him for too long across the room. Beads of pre-cum welled at his tip as he thought about fucking her pretty face, how her lips would glisten with spit as she gagged on him. He wondered if tears would spill down her rosey cheeks as he plunged his cock deep in her throat. Could she keep up and swallow or would she choke?
"I'm back!" her sweet voice roused him from the depths of his imagination.
"Hello again." Zach's voice was low and husky.
