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The Scarlet Circle

By: MaxSebastian



It wasn't a game for the claustrophobic. Nor one for those scared of the dark. And to make it work, you needed some kind of incentive. At this party, there was a great incentive.

It was the end of university, a large group from the English Literature course at Cardiff were about to graduate and head off into the wide world, fresh youngsters with high hopes in their hearts to change the world and make something for own ends. It would be sad to leave the beautiful Welsh capital, which had been their homes for the last three years, but it would also be pretty exciting, going out and getting real jobs for a change. Everyone there was more than a little nervous about that, and these nerves seemed to liven up the whole party.

There must have been about twenty or thirty of them there, having a great time since there was plenty of punch, the fridge was full of beers and tables around the room held bowls full of various Mexican foods that they had all filled themselves with earlier. Various eighties tunes came out from the stereo – the girls always liked these cheesy songs, so the boys always humoured them at this kind of get together. 

It was a large party – but then, it was a large house. They'd all been invited weeks before over to Simon's house, which was probably the biggest private residence any of them had been to saving only the kind of stately homes some of them had been dragged round by their mothers in summers gone by. Simon was, to put it mildy, a very wealthy lad. His uncle was supposed to be the Earl of Littham or some such place, and Simon had gone to Eton naturally enough.

When Daniel had arrived, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. It was massive – especially for somewhere in the exclusive side of Pontcanna, where house prices were not cheap. They had all known about Simon's wealth, of course, since he had never tried to hide it, but still, he didn't quite expect this kind of thing. 

"Cloakroom's over there," Simon had said as he'd come in through the large front door, and Daniel had gone there to hang up his coat, in a kind of daze. Most – well, all – of the other parties he'd been to, you'd be lucky to hang your coat up on a peg in the hall, never mind a cloakroom. 

Then it was through into the huge, high-ceilinged sitting room to join the other partygoers. 

For the occasion, it was a smart party – black tie all round. Daniel had borrowed his brother's dinner jacket and thankfully it had fit fine, and he did look quite good in it if he admitted it to himself. Everyone else there was dressed well for the occasion, the guys all like smart penguins, the girls all in nice dresses. The atmosphere wasn't so formal, however, since this was a party for them to enjoy, to do whatever it was that they wanted to do.

And so Daniel had a good time, chatting and joking around with his friends, attempting to flirt with the girls but with his usual lack of success due to the fact that a lot of them already had boyfriends and the rest weren't looking for anything to happen since it was almost graduation time and all of these people would be heading off in different directions. It was a shame really, because two years after an extremely messy break-up, Daniel was beginning to get confidence back again.

"Excuse me!" the game began close to eleven o'clock, when everyone was well on the road to inebriation. The music was silenced and Simon, the host, tapped a spoon against a champagne glass. "People, if you'll just listen for a moment." The hubbub of the crowd simmered down. "Thank you. We're going to play a game now," he said. "I think we're all drunk enough."

There was a cheer at that, indicating that what Simon said was true. Daniel felt his ears burn. They weren't going to do something they'd all regret the next day, would they? It was the kind of thing Simon liked to organise, that was true enough. But then, it was the end of university.

"We're going to play a game called 'Coloured Circle'," Simon went on. "It's for single people only, I'm afraid," he said, "so unless you are single or value a cruise more than your relationship, you can't take part. I'm going to take a hat round and everyone taking part has to draw out a piece of paper. When you pull it out, whatever you do don't it to anyone else. And I'm warning you guys, my father's given me a rather nice prize to give away tonight."

Simon grinned as everyone went 'Oooooo!' at that.

"Whoever wins this one…" Simon said, revelling in the suspense, "…will be going on a Mediterranean cruise."

A cheer went up. Daniel, like many around him, widened his eyes in surprise. A cruise? Simon certainly didn't do things by half, that was for sure.

"Okay, I'll tell you the rules of the game later, when it's time."

So the party went back to relative normality for a while, though along with the questions about what everyone was planning to do with their lives, conversation centred round wondering just what it was that Simon was up to. Since it was for single people only, various theories were floating around from the tedious to the downright outrageous, but no one could tell what was going to happen: their host had kept all his plans very much to himself.

Simon came around holding two bowler hats, from which everyone was taking out little folded-up pieces of paper. 

"Boys take from this one, girls from the other," Simon said as he reached the little cluster of students to which Daniel currently belonged. 

Daniel pulled one out to find that his paper had a small red circle drawn on it. What did that mean? Before anyone could see, he folded the paper back up and tucked it away in his jacket pocket, but after that moment, everyone's eyes had the glint of secrecy in them. All no doubt wondering what everyone else's paper revealed.

Whatever happened, Daniel made sure he went to the bathroom and took care of business before it did: he didn't want a call of nature getting in the way of the chance to win a cruise. With thirty or so people there, there would be no more than twenty people single, he thought, so the chances of winning a cruise were essentially one in ten. That was pretty good odds on the scale of things. But what would they all have to do for the prize?

"Okay, people," Simon tapped on his glass again, and there was instant silence: people had motivation to listen now. "Here is what is going to happen. The game is like a kind of Blind Date –"

"But without Cilla!" someone in the crowd shouted, referring to the host of the quiz show of that same name.

" – yeah," Simon grinned, "I just couldn't afford her sadly," he said, to humorous shouts of 'shame!' from the partygoers. "When the lights go out," he continued, "I want everyone who has a piece of paper with a coloured circle drawn on it to go through into the dining room just over there." He pointed towards some double doors made of sturdy oak. There was a little disturbance in the crowd as the people who did have coloured circles tried to keep the fact to themselves and those without attempted to find out who did have them.

"If anyone utters a word, they'll be disqualified because it would identify them, so keep quiet all you coloured circles! Then what happens is that you'll all be blind-folded, and taken up to a cupboard, one random couple to each cupboard, where you can get up to…well…whatever you like, really." The crowd cheered, whooped and hollered at such a risqué notion. "The thing is, though," he said trying to be heard over the noise, "that the couple that stays in the closet the longest wins the cruise." The crowd gasped and went quiet. "So you see: if you guys want that cruise, you have to ask yourself how much does everyone else want that cruise, and that is the trick. Some of you might end up being there for a long time – you're going to have to find something to fill those minutes, people!"

The crowd cheered again. It was true: if two people were shut inside a cupboard for long enough to guarantee a win, conversation would only go so far. Daniel's heart began to thump like a heavyweight boxer as he desperately tried to conceal his scarlet circle. What was a cruise really worth? It wasn't the kind of thing the likes of him could afford. Who would he be shut in with? 

People were looking around the room, trying to guess who had coloured circles and who did not. Daniel's eyes flicked from female to female. There were some attractive girls here and some not-so-attractive. It was all down to luck, and if things went badly, he would be out of that closet before you could say Jiminy Cricket. If things went right, though, well, it could be a very good experience for a singleton like him.

Simon didn't give anyone much time for wondering, however. The lights went out with hardly a minute to spare. It was total darkness: Simon had prepared everything for this moment, the windows weren't just blocked by curtains, they were completely sealed, black-out style, as though they were facing air raids or something. Daniel fumbled his way through the crowd, who were cheering in the darkness as he went, with several hands patting him on the back encouragingly despite their not knowing who he was.

Into the dining room, he was more nervous than he had been going into his final exams. His heart was truly in his throat. 

There was a smaller group of people here in the dining room. Daniel could smell perfume of various kinds from the girls, and this was a hopeful sign, he supposed. Simon – well, presumably it was Simon, went around tying blindfolds round them all. Everyone was completely silent in that dining room, which made Daniel sure that they were all up for the big prize, no quitters here.

"Okay," Simon, it was, who broke that silence. "I'll lead you all out one by one, so you guys just stay put until I get you."

For a little while, Daniel and the others stood, shivering a little with nerves, their minds reeling with the possibilities ahead. What were they going to do? What were they going to say? Just how long would conversation last? They all stood with fingers crossed, hearts trembling and minds hoping desperately for some luck. 

It seemed like an absolute age before anything happened. "Come on," Daniel felt Simon tap him on the shoulder and take his hand, leading him out of the room carefully. "What did you get on your paper?" Simon asked.

"A red circle," he answered warily. 

"Scarlet circle, eh? Right…your partner awaits…"

He was led up some stairs, and along a fair way, twisting round corners as he shuffled along the carpet. Eventually, they stopped.

"Okay," said Simon. "Here you are. Now, as soon as the door closes, you can take off your blindfold. You never know, you might have a better chance of winning if you don't find out who it is you're in with. When you do leave, though, come straight back down to the party – no cheating: I'll be checking on you every now and then to make sure! Good luck, now!" 

Daniel heard the door click open, and the butterflies in his stomach were almost unbearable. Simon guided him forwards, into the cupboard, where he could already smell the sweet perfume of the girl he was to be paired with even before their close proximity brought her body in contact with his. 

Then, suddenly, the door was closed behind him and he was alone with his partner, whoever she was. 

*

For a moment, they just stood, breathing shallowly, waiting. He could smell her perfume: exotic and sweet, a mixture of vanilla and soft meadow flowers that was certainly more than a little enticing to Daniel. What was going to happen? Would she want to stay for the long haul? How would they fill the time if she did?

"Simon's a lunatic pulling this off," she said, and he thought he recognised the voice, but could not put a name to it.

"Simon's always been a gambler," Daniel replied. "He'd have a flutter on a horse with three legs if the odds were right. I've no doubt at all he's running a book as we speak on who'll be the first couple to break out and who'll be in the longest."

"Are you up for the grand prize, then?" she asked, and he had a feeling about who it was that was in the cupboard with him. When you were on a degree course as close as theirs, it was hard not to know someone's voice that well.

"Of course," he said. "Simon suggested that if we concealed our identities, we would be able to let go of ourselves and time would go quicker."

"Simon's full of it," she said. "Isn't he, Daniel?"

He was a little startled that she had guessed so easily, but he had found a name for her voice, too. "Ten points for the champion," he said. "Wendy, since when were you single?"

Daniel's heart pounded at his correct guess of her identity. Wendy was one of a small clique of girls on the course who were extraordinarily attractive, but in long-term relationships. Whenever the lot of them went out to a pub and those girls were their with their boyfriends, all the guys on the course had that same thought running around in their heads: you lucky bastard. But as cliques went, they were very down to earth and weren't at all snooty to other people. If anything it was the rest of the course that excluded them since they were often so couply and single people don't want to be stuck around couples the whole time.

Wendy especially seemed happy to talk to anyone, and did use her good looks to effect – guys would be putty in her hands most of the time, despite the fact that everyone knew she was off-limits. She had the most incredible blue eyes, and her golden curls that fell down her back added to her curvaceous figure, which she exploited to full effect with revealing clothes, to make her easily one of the prettiest girls around.

"Since a few days ago," she said. "Pete decided that it wouldn't be worth it after we graduate. Two years we were together, but apparently I was only a convenience."

"Pete's an idiot."

"Yeah, well it's a shame I didn't realise earlier."

There was a pause, and Daniel wondered if perhaps he'd picked the wrong time to ask about Wendy's status. She was one of the bubbliest people he'd ever met, but then he'd only really known her in a relationship – he'd never seen her go through a break-up. He hoped she wasn't going to be too upset now he'd put his foot in his mouth and brought up the subject, because although he wouldn't have minded consoling her, it wouldn't have been the best way to spend a graduation party.

"So we have to talk strategy," she said, suddenly dropping the whole thing, as though she'd read his mind. 

"Strategy?"

She put her arms around his waist, which made him jump a little since he wasn't expecting it, but it was such a nice feeling. Wendy had always been a flirtatious girl, and it wasn't the first time she'd put her arms around him, but it had always been a friendly gesture in the past: everyone knew she was in a long-term relationship. But now everything had changed, she was available, and Daniel felt himself tingling between his legs at the possibilities of being shut in a cupboard with Wendy for the night.

"Well, you do realise I want that cruise, don't you?" she said quietly, in a kind of conspiratorial tone.

"Er…well…I suppose…" Daniel fumbled, hoping she wouldn't press too close to him, for she'd no doubt then feel his rock-hard erection, and that would be the end of that.

"So how long d'you think we'll have to stay in here?"

Daniel cleared his throat, and decided to pull himself together. He wanted that cruise, too, because he knew for a fact that it was the kind of thing he wouldn't have the money for when he picked up his first job. "Well I do think everyone else will be in the same situation – they're going to want it pretty badly, too."

"Hmm," she said, "that's what I thought. We're going to have to stay in here for a fair while." There was a pause, and Daniel wondered if she could hear his heart beating, it was so loud within his chest. "What're we going to do, Daniel?"

"Well," he said, "there's only enough room in here for one person to sit down – and even then it'll be tight – so we'll just have to take it in turns and…well…tough it out, I suppose."

"You know what people'll be saying out there, what we're doing?"

"Probably."

"Whatever we say, if we stay in here long enough to win, they'll assume deep down that we…did it."

"That's fair to say," Daniel's heart was thumping so strongly he thought it might burst out of his chest.

"And we can deny it all we want, but most of them will never believe those denials."

"No."

"But no one will actually know what happened in here."

"No." 

"So we might as well enjoy ourselves – " 

And with that, she gently reached up and kissed him firmly on the lips, catching him completely off-guard. It was incredible, a feeling that he'd not experienced for ages, yet so much more than anything he'd felt before. So soft and sweet, with the irresistible aroma of her sugary perfume, he soon found himself getting totally lost in the passion of the moment, his hands moving down the sultry curve of her back, moving over the soft fabric of her little black dress before sinking down to seek out the shapely rise of her behind, pressing her body to his, uncaring whether she felt his hard response between his legs.

"Wow!" Wendy breathed as they broke apart, both of them needing oxygen badly. "I can't believe you've been single so long when you can kiss like that," she said. 

"Haven't met the right person," he said, attempting to get his own breath back.

"We are so going to win that cruise," she purred, "and it's going to be wonderful trying…"

She kissed him again, and this time she slipped off his jacket, allowing it to fall to the ground, and began her own exploration of his body. Daniel ran his fingers through her silky hair: he could not believe what he was doing with Wendy, of all people, who had been so off-limits throughout the entire degree course, that she was like some kind of goddess who mortal men merely admired from afar. Now he was kissing her, caressing her through her thin dress, it was the most incredible thing. 

He was very nervous about the situation, however, and didn't have a clue what the protocol was for the occasion. How could he? He'd never been trapped in a cupboard with anyone before. Were they going to just kiss in there, or were they going to go further? He kept his hands behind Wendy's back, feeling that he did not really have permission to allow them anywhere more risqué. But then, as their lips still tangled and explored the soft sweetness of their mouths, her hands sought out his hardness, tracing out the full length of his erection and caressing it through his trousers, emitting pleasurable noises as she stroked him, as if pleasantly surprised at his size. 

The fact that she was touching him in so intimate a place gave him the permission he needed mentally to go further, and his hands crept round to seek out the soft rise of her breasts, caressing them through her clothes in the same way that she was caressing his penis. 

The sensations were tingling and burning between his legs, it was wonderful, but then she unzipped him and his cock sprang free into her warm hands, and suddenly he let out a quiet groan as the feelings became ten times more intense.

"Careful," he breathed, "don't rush – we've got a lot of time to get through."

"Mmm…" she purred, "it's going to be nice getting through it."

And that was all he needed: permission to go all the way. He no longer needed to be wary, cautious that he would go further than she wanted: she had his penis out in her hands, that was sign enough of her intentions, her desires.

For a moment, he just allowed her to explore his cock, squeezing his shaft, pulling his foreskin up and down, approving its shape and size. Then his own hands reached under her dress, stroking up over her soft behind to find that underneath her little black dress, she was wearing a g-string of some kind, as well as suspenders. 


The Scarlet Circle



Trailing his fingers around her hips to find the front of her panties saturated by her moisture. Through her underwear he gently ran his fingers along her sodden pussy, tracing around the rounded triangle of her crotch and then along the dripping line of her vagina itself, provoking her to moan and press down on his hand as he did so.

"I need to sit down," he whispered into her ear quietly.

"Okay," was all she said in reply, but he could feel her tremble slightly, shivering in excitement at the prospect of what could happen with him sitting while she stood over him. 

He dropped down as she parted her legs slightly to give him room, and once cross-legged on the carpeted floor, leaning back with her feet either side of his hips, he was in the perfect position to explore her most sensitive of regions. He brought his hands gliding upwards from her calves, loving the feel of the nylon stockings grazing against his fingers. He stooped slightly to gently caress her thighs with his lips and nose, adoring the textural transition from the smooth nylon to the rough lace trim to the warm, velvety exposed skin of her upper thighs, just below her damp g-string.

The aroma of her arousal saturated the air with its spicy sweetness as he kissed around her inner thighs, pushing up her dress to allow himself contact with the full wetness of her lace-covered pussy.

She placed her hands on his head as he moved up her soaking panties, trailing his mouth and nose painstakingly slowly up to her waist and then closer and closer to her mound, then down over it where her underwear was increasingly more and more saturated with her juices. 

He spent a few moments just caressing her soaking panties with the tip of his nose, pressing it into her hot slit and against her swollen clitoris through the lace. Her legs trembled when she felt his hot tongue pressing against her g-string, the searing heat coming through the thin material as he trailed it around her mound and then in ever decreasing circles to focus on her vagina and her little hardened bud.

He took it all incredibly slowly, his appreciative noises just adding to her arousal, and she was amazed at just how wet and sticky she was becoming as the aroma of her arousal seemed to intensify when he peeled down her underwear. 

"Oh my God," was all she could whisper as his hot, slightly rough tongue touched her clit and the top of her labia.

He began very delicately, tentatively kissing along her pussy lips, and his hot breath provoked electric sensations on her tender flesh. He brushed his face through her sprinkling of soft hair and then trailed his tongue down along each of her outer labia before slipping inside briefly to taste her concentrated juices. Then he was away again, teasing her with that brief glimmer of promise for the real heat of his mouth upon her. 

She felt his hands sweep up her thighs and then his fingers gently at her outer labia. Gently, tenderly, he parted her pink folds and then he slowly licked down until his tongue was buried deep within her, her pussy lips now pressing at his mouth and her burning clit pressing irresistibly against his nose. She was amazed at how deep his tongue could reach inside her, and how it struggled to absorb her emissions, making little slurpy noises now and again as he ate her. 

He concentrated a while on her clit, and her hard little bud was engulfed by his hot, wet mouth, his tongue swirling around it to drive her wild. He coated two fingers in her juices by just rolling them against her dripping pussy, and then easily slid them inside her as he continued to lightly suck her clit in his mouth and flick his tongue against it.

She moaned and writhed through his treatment, feeling his fingers squirming inside her, brushing against her most sensitive spot, seeking out every possible part of her sexuality as his superb mouth continued to indulge her clitoral needs in the most satisfying way imaginable. She reached out, her hands wedging herself in place, pressing against the close walls of the cupboard, pressing downwards on his face to force the maximum sensations from him. 

Soon she was heading up to the first real explosion within her. The rising pitch of her moans, becoming near-screams as she released her feelings verbally, indicated to him where she was going. At the final peak of her first wave, he withdrew his fingers and once more buried his tongue inside her vagina, and she came forcefully in his mouth. She pulsated with pure electricity as he lapped at her streaming nectar, clearly revelling in her taste. She held onto his head, pressing down onto him, moving him to that perfect spot for the moment. 

When eventually that entire fireball between her legs dissipated, and he had lapped up the final little rivulet of her arousal, he moved up beside her and her entire body felt weak and giddy from what had just happened. 

"My God," Wendy whispered breathlessly, "Daniel, you're the nation's best kept secret."

"How long d'you think it's been," he said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. 

"Definitely not long enough," she said, her hands snaking down his body. "There are a lot of people out there who'll be wanting a cruise – and now I want us two on that boat more than ever. Come on," her fingers closed around his hard erection, "now it's my turn to sit down."

She slid down his body, and he took a step backwards to give her room, standing with his legs apart, his feet wedged against the walls. Carefully, she grabbed hold of his rigid cock, which was protruding from his open fly, and squeezed it. He let out a groan as she coaxed his penis, and shivered involuntarily as he felt her warm breath on his sensitive shaft. 

She kissed him, from the base towards the tip, slowly and gently, before he felt the sudden intense heat as the top of his cock was engulfed by her hot, wet mouth, that exquisite burning velvet locking around him as her tongue swirled around him and her cheeks squeezed powerfully. She gently sucked him as her hand closed around the base of his shaft, starting up a slow rhythm of massage to help her oral stimulus achieve full potential. She could taste his delicately salty pre-come, and loved the creamy texture seeping from the head. His moans grew stronger as she progressed, and she took this as a guide to raise the tempo a little, sensing that what she was doing was making him feel almost as good as he had made her feel.

Her gentle start blossomed into a wild intensity, as apart from keeping her teeth away from him, it was time to abandon care and tenderness and focus on squeezing his shaft tightly in her fingers while sucking and tonguing him vigorously. 

He bit his lip to stifle his loud moans, and placed his hands on her head gently, pulling her away, warning her with his gesture that she was nearing the end.

"Keep going," she whispered urgently, "I want you to go all the way."

And it wasn't long until he couldn't even stop, the fireworks igniting between his legs, the flames of orgasm sweeping outwards to his toes and his fingers as he felt himself pumping his seed into her hot mouth, hearing her swallowing it as she took it all. The heat surrounding his cock was extreme at that final moment, her tongue keeping down as he filled her mouth, keeping away from his cock as his flow subsided, knowing how sensitive the tip would be now. 

"My goodness," he said, "I didn't last long."

"I don't think I could have kept that up for long anyway," she said, kissing him on the cheek, "I only just got you in my mouth as it was."

"I think I'm going to collapse," he said, "you've completely taken it out of me."

"Go ahead," she said, "if I stay on my knees any longer, I'll get pins and needles."

Moving around in there was complicated work, there really wasn't any room available, but running their bodies against each other, Wendy got to her feet and Daniel sank back down to the floor. 

"Not exactly contusive to conversation in here," Wendy said, "with one of us up and one of us down."

"Conversation would only run dry anyway," Daniel replied, his hands sweeping up her stocking-clad legs, "we'd soon get bored cooped up in here just talking. Especially with no drinks."

"It'd be okay," she said, "it's pretty easy talking to you, Daniel. Oh God…" she groaned as his fingers reached her lace-covered vagina.

Outside the cupboard, they heard footsteps approaching, and the two of them became absolutely motionless. The footsteps were definitely getting closer, and there was more than one person.

"Who is it?" Wendy whispered.

"Don't know. Sounds like another couple – going back to the party."

"D'you think it's the last couple apart from us?"

"Can't tell."

"I'm going to take a peek through the keyhole," she said, and with some degree of struggle, turned around in the cupboard so that she faced away from Daniel towards the tiny spot of light that announced the position of the keyhole. She stooped to peer through the little aperture, and in order to get in the right position, had to thrust out her behind right over Daniel's head. He could smell her saturated panties, the spicy musk coming from her soaking g-string that was squeezed between her firm thighs.

"Can you see anything?" Daniel whispered, then kissed her inner thighs gently. 

"Not yet," she replied, shuddering in bliss. The footsteps came closer, and suddenly she felt his hot mouth close over her underwear-clad pussy. She forced herself to be silent as she felt his strong tongue squirming against her panties, gently caressing her sensitive vaginal lips through the thin material.

The footsteps came by, and Wendy saw a couple walk past, but she only managed to see them from the waist down to the thighs, so she could not identify them. But her mind was now on other things. Daniel reached up to push her dress over her hips, and sneak his fingers under the string sides of her panties, to gently pull her scanty underwear over her rounded behind, to drop them down her thighs and over her knees. She lifted one leg, then the other to allow him to remove her g-string completely, to deposit the dripping article in his jacket pocket.

She gasped as the heat of his mouth engulfed her pussy once more, this time from a different angle which brought his chin into close contact with her burning little clit. Now, as she pressed down against his face, she was virtually sitting on him, all her weight pushing down on him as that talented tongue of his squirmed inside her vagina, seeking out her juices. 

Daniel supported her thighs with his hands, and was soon teasing out her second orgasm of the evening. After so long as a single man, he just couldn't get enough of Wendy. That irresistible creamy feeling of flesh against flesh, the intimate connection between them, the glorious feminine smell and the delicate spice of her come dancing against his taste buds.

It seemed as though her earlier climax had sensitised her, or perhaps time just flew by even quicker, for it really didn't seem long before that second one bloomed inside her, rippling through her body with unchecked force.

"Oh…oh God…" she said, once again, making Daniel think perhaps she had been brought up as a Catholic or something. She stood up fully, turning around again so she could face her new lover once again. "I really have to sit down," she said, "I don't think there's an ounce of strength left in my legs."

"Oh, right…" he said, and made to stand up. Wendy stopped him.

"Wait," she said, placing her hand on his head. "Don't get up. I have a better idea."

She lifted a foot and placed it past his thighs as he sat there cross-legged. He felt her lowering herself slowly into his lap, putting her other foot behind his back. She lowered herself down, and he felt his hard cock wedge itself against her smouldering wet pussy. Now she was sitting in his lap, her legs reaching around his waist.

"How's this for a cupboard strategy, huh?" she asked, holding his rock-hard penis to guide it towards her burning moisture.

"Are we safe like this?" Daniel asked quietly.

"I'm on the pill," she assured him as he felt the tip of his cock enter her hot vagina. 

Wendy was so incredibly wet that it didn't take long for him to glide fully inside her, filling her completely. For a moment, they just remained motionless, celebrating their intimate physical union. Daniel kissed her, tentatively at first, then more and more passionately, wanting their bodies to be joined as far as possible, adoring the feeling of being inside such an incredibly beautiful girl, despite the fact that he couldn't see her. 

Then Wendy began to gyrate her hips, slowly at first, the friction between them oiled by their free-flowing juices, yet the feelings between them were still intensely strong. Daniel eased the straps of her dress over her shoulders as their rhythm grew faster and more ferocious. He held her curvaceous breasts and slowly coaxed them, enjoying the contrast between the roughness of the lace of her bra and the tremendous smoothness of her skin. He slipped his fingers under the top of the lace, the tips of his forefingers flicking down to graze against her stiff nipples.

"Oh God," she whispered again as he pushed up her bra to free her breasts. "Oh fuck me, Daniel, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

He didn't stop to correct her logic in the situation, ignoring the fact that he wasn't really fucking her at this moment in time, it was very much the other way. Wendy rode him like a race horse, accelerating into a full gallop as he pinched her nipples between fingers and thumbs.

"Oh God," he breathed, getting in on the religious act. He was reminded in that moment that the second orgasm in a row was always more intense than the first, it built up inside him more steadily, allowing him to control himself and with deep breathing, keep it down until there was no doubt that Wendy was heading for the finishing line herself.

"Oh Daniel," she moaned, "oh God, Daniel, oh fuck me…"

She fastened her lips on his shoulder to stifle her scream, and at the moment he felt her pussy tighten around his cock slightly, and her body begin to convulse with her orgasm, he let everything go, releasing his hot sperm deep inside her vagina.

"Daniel?" After an age and a day, her voice broke the silence. 

"Yeah?" he said, his voice dry after such a powerful experience. He could feel his cock softening inside her, and it suddenly seemed to him very strange that he was so intimately connected to a girl he hardly knew at all outside a few lectures each week for the past year. Normally it took him weeks to build up the confidence to ask someone out, and when in a relationship, full sex never occurred before at least a couple of weeks had passed.

"If we don't win the cruise…"

"Yeah?"

"Will you still want to see me…I mean…well, we are graduating…"

He paused, and Wendy felt her heart jump into her throat, real nerves taking over. "Of course I will," he said, kissing her gently on the lips. "We're pretty good together – we can't let a thing like graduation get in the way."

She kissed him back, "well it's been a while now. I say we head back, see who's won. We'd better fix ourselves up a bit before we go back in, though."

"Definitely," he said. 

"Where did my panties get to?" she asked. 

"Oh…uh…I've got them."

"Keep them," she said as they opened the cupboard door and stepped into the corridor, "a little memento for if we ever get separated."

They walked downstairs hand in hand, calmly and slowly, trying to recover some form of dignity. It was obvious what had happened, there was a rosy glow on their cheeks and a very satisfied expression over their faces.

When they opened the doors to return to the party, a huge cheer went up, and they knew that they'd won the prize. But they also knew, looking into each other's eyes, that they had won something bigger than just a cruise. And the warmth of the Mediterranean sunshine would be perfect to celebrate that together...