2 comments/ 22526 views/ 2 favorites At a Party By: untold_love The first time he met her was at a party. It had been a gruelling couple of months for Matt, with his final college exams taking a toll on him. Add to that the recent divorce of his parents and the discovery of his girlfriend's disloyalty to him, and it made quite an eventful time in his life. He had decided to try and start afresh, take it easy for a while until his exam results came and he could leave this crappy town forever. He had already decided that he wouldn't find himself missing this place. Matt was a tall individual with broad shoulders and cropped, auburn hair. His deep brown eyes gave him a friendly, and sometimes lost look. His friend Jake had convinced him to go to the leaver's party at Helen Jenkin's house. He hadn't wanted to go at first, but in the end he had decided it would be nice to just enjoy himself for a change. So now here he was, pulling up outside the large detached house on Mayton Avenue in Jake's battered old Ford, and wondering whether this truly had been a good idea after all. There were a number of people sitting or standing around the long front lawn of the house, people from his college and the tech college across town. Everyone seemed to have consumed a fair amount of alcohol already, and he could see some idiot stumbling around hugging people and receiving looks of distaste. The throbbing bassline of the music from inside the house could be felt all the way out there, and Matt knew it wouldn't be long before the police turned up to put a damper on things. "Looks like we got here at a prime time." Chris, the other occupant of the car besides Matt and Jake, grinned at each of them in turn before opening the passenger door and climbing out. Jake laughed as the drunken wanderer outside tripped and fell flat on his face, to the amusement of everyone out on the lawn. "Let's go Matt," he said with a smile, pulling his seat forward as he got out so Matt could exit the small two-door car. Jake had been the only serious friend Matt could rely on during the last couple of months, and was the only person who came close to understanding what he was going through. Jake's own parents had divorced just over a year ago, and he had had a pretty rough time himself. As Matt clambered up and out of the car, he completely forgot about how low the roof was, and was savagely reminded as his head smashed into the top of the doorframe, causing him to slip and fall forward into a sprawled heap on the pavement. Smooth, Matt he thought bitterly as he allowed himself to be helped up by Jake and Chris, the laughter around him adding to the humiliation. Forcing a smile, Matt turned and bowed to his aspiring audience, before following Jake and Chris up the path towards the front door of the house. "Man you're a character," Chris said with a laugh, patting Matt on the back. "You know me," Matt muttered, "life of the party." The three guys stepped through the door of the house, nodding and chatting to people on the way. Matt nodded to a few and exchanged a few greetings, but mainly kept quiet as he followed Jake through the door. Helen Jenkin's house was a large, spacious building with a wide lobby which the three of them now stood in. Separate rooms led off from the lobby area, and the winding staircase set into the middle of the room led to the six bedrooms and other rooms upstairs. Think I'll give those rooms a miss, Matt thought as sharp pangs of bitter memories with his ex-girlfriend threatened to overwhelm him. "Hey!" Matt turned suddenly as a tall, slender, red-headed girl ran up to them and embraced Chris, hugging him tightly. Chris grinned and gave a sly wink to Matt as he watched him pull Helen Jenkins close to him. "I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaimed to Chris, smiling widely as she briefly acknowledged Jake. When her eyes focussed on Matt, her smile faltered a little, but she soon recovered from this and returned to her bright, cheerful self. "Matt Brown, it's really great to see you!" she said as she broke Chris's embrace and moved over to him. "I haven't seen you in a while. Is everything going okay?" Matt paused before answering, bitter memories surfacing again. He knew why she seemed a bit cautious around him. Everyone did it. They didn't think he was stable anymore. To them, he was the charity case, the guy who was down on his luck and needing everyone's support. Truth be told, he would have been much more happier if no-one cared, if they could just carry on as normal and forget that he had been through such a tough time. Maybe then he could learn to forget about it himself. "I'm great Helen," Matt replied with a smile, reaching over and hugging her lightly, being careful not to smother her as Chris seemed intent on doing. He felt her hesitate for a moment, before she returned the gesture and gripped him tight, her lithe, athletic form pushing itself up against him. He felt a stirring down below that had not occurred for a while, and quickly but politely moved away from Helen. He didn't want to embarrass himself anymore than he already had. The night had just begun. "Well, I'm real glad you're finally getting over this, everyone's been real worried about you," she said. "I'll be okay," he replied, giving her a small, reassuring nod. "Have you been in touch with Klara?" she asked, her face betraying a little concern over whether she should ask such a question. "No, I haven't seen her since...you know," he said, his eyes moving to the floor absently. "Oh, I see," she said nervously, "well I should probably tell you that..." "Helen!" The voice was reminiscent of a time Matt had dubbed long forgotten, a time where happiness had been glad to find him. It had once been the only sound he had lived for. Now, it was the last thing he wanted to hear on the entire planet. Klara Rayn was almost painfully beautiful, an unblemished jewel of a girl. She was medium height and petite, with a stunning face and jade green eyes, accentuated by her long dark hair. Her smile was dazzling, and even the way she moved just tore Matt apart as he watched the only girl he had ever loved walk past him without a glance. And what a girl she looked tonight. Klara wore a tight blue cropped top that caused her large breasts to swell under the constraints, and some tight black pants that made the curve of her buttocks look even greater. Matt realised he had his mouth almost gaping open from staring at her, and quickly righted himself before anyone could notice. Almost instantly after breaking his gaze on her, the pain returned, the horrible emptiness of loss he had been feeling for so long. Klara had been his girlfriend for nigh on two years, a personal record for them both, and Matt had never ever felt happier. His life had seemed complete, and there was nothing that could stop him during those times. And then it had happened. Klara had cheated on him. She had supposed to have been meeting him on that day, and when she had not turned up he had started to become concerned. Upon visiting her house, he had found her with another guy, doing things that sickened him to even think about. Clenching his fists, Matt turned and stormed off, walking down the hall and away from Klara and his friends. He didn't care where he went, as long as he was away from her haunting aura and painful appeal. He could feel the hot burning stares of Jake and Helen and the others on his back as he quickly departed, and he was relieved to turn the corner of the hallway he was striding down and hide himself from them. He was still moving quickly when he rounded the corner, and Matt suddenly found himself colliding with a small figure and nearly falling over the top of it in his haste. Without thinking, Matt caught the falling figure before it had the chance to hit the ground; the last thing he wanted was to hurt someone because of his own foolishness. It was then that he realised it was a girl he had collided with, almost a head shorter than he was and still dazed from the bulky Matt's impact. "I'm-I'm real sorry," Matt stuttered, standing the girl on her feet again and checking her over to see if she was okay. As he looked her up and down, he couldn't help but notice the fine figure she posed. She wore a tight miniskirt that left her tanned legs exposed, and a low-cut black top that Matt could see straight down from his height. The swell of her bosom caused his gaze to linger far longer than it should have, and he quickly looked elsewhere as he realised what he was doing. "A-are you okay?" Matt silently cursed himself and his annoying stuttering, willing himself to calm down and act naturally. The girl looked up and smiled edgily, nodding quickly. "I'm-I'm fine," she said, "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." "No, no it was me," Matt said, shaking his head, "I was in a rush and wasn't thinking and-" "It's okay," she replied, smiling more naturally now, "let's just say we're both to blame and leave it at that." Matt smiled back and nodded, trying to maintain his gaze on her face and not the curve of her breasts. She had bright blue eyes set into a petite, heart-shaped face, with a small, cute nose and a set of full lips. A head of shoulder-length blonde hair capitalised her appealing looks. For some reason, Matt could not take his eyes off her. Realistically, he should have said his apologies and then swept off to somewhere quiet to get his head together, but something about this particular girl kept him rooted to the spot. "Are you okay?" Matt blinked a couple of times before registering that she was talking to him. "Nothing broken?" she asked with a grin. He laughed and felt the tension drain away suddenly as if it hadn't been there to start with. The girl laughed too as they both stood in the small corridor, before extending her hand to him, a grin in place on her pretty face once more. "I'm Laura," she said. Matt looked down at her hand before taking it in his own. "Matt," he said, a sheepish grin on his own face. "Well Matt," Laura said as they released each other's hands, "what brings you to these secluded parts? Isn't the party back down there?" Matt looked back towards where he had come from before shaking his head. "I'm just going for a walk," he said, "to get some fresh air." "Mind if I come with you?" she asked, much to Matt's surprise. To his even greater surprise, he nodded and gestured towards the other end of the corridor. "Sure," he said, "what's that way then?" Laura looked back towards the door behind her before answering. "Not much, but I know where we can get some air without having to share it with anyone." Matt suddenly found his throat going dry as she took his arm and gestured towards the door. "Come on," she said with another one of her smiles as she led him away. Matt couldn't help but feel aroused as he watched the sway of Laura's butt in the tight material of her miniskirt, but quickly dispelled any thoughts of fantasy with this angelic sweetheart. She was definitely out of his league, far too hot for someone like him. She even made Klara look like a second rate floozy, and that really was saying something. They passed through the door at the end of the corridor and climbed a small flight of stairs in a hallway on the other side. As Laura passed around the bend of the steps towards the landing at the top, Matt caught a glimpse of her underwear beneath the skirt and felt his arousal peak. Regardless of what he had been telling himself, he couldn't help it. This girl was hot, and here she was taking him somewhere upstairs, alone, without knowing anything but his name. Surely it couldn't be just mere coincidence? They passed through an open set of glass doors and through a pair of drapes onto the rear balcony of the house. From up here, Matt could see the rear garden below, almost an entire acre of land stretching out from the patio behind the house. Surprisingly, the garden was almost empty, with only a couple of students sitting on the right side of the patio, smoking and talking at a table in the corner. Matt glanced over at Laura, who was looking up into the dusk sky, a mixture of deep red streaks and midnight blues. An awkward silence had fallen, and he desperately thought of something to say to her. "Nice view," he remarked, motioning at the sky when she turned to look at him. "Hmph," she scoffed, shaking her head slowly. "These Mayton Avenue snobs have got it all haven't they?" she said. "Yeah, the houses around here are big enough to cover my entire street," Matt said with a smile. "I can't stand the snooty stuck-up people who live around here," she said. "I usually wouldn't be caught dead at a party held by Helen Jenkins." "Helen's not so bad," Matt said, shrugging slightly. "Hmm, not as bad," Laura replied, "but the cheerleader sluts she hangs with are just too much for me. They'll never get far in life, they rely on their daddies to bail them out of any predicaments they face." "Ha, reminds me of Klara," Matt said quietly. "What?" Laura asked. "Oh, erm, I said it reminds me of Klara," Matt said, scratching his neck. "I used to, like, be with her and her dad would always do whatever she asked, regardless of how much money it would cost." "Klara Rayn?" Laura asked, an incredulous look on her face. "Yeah," Matt replied, nodding. "You were with Klara Rayn?" "Well, don't sound so surprised," Matt said, a hurt look on his face. "Oh, no! I don't mean it like that," Laura said quickly, waving her arms for emphasis. "It's just you seem like a really nice, friendly kind of guy, and she's, well, the ice queen of the county," Matt found himself laughing at this, and before he knew it, he couldn't stop. He began to laugh louder and harder, doubling up in hysterics. This was what he had needed for so long. Not someone to apologise for his pain, or try and understand his loss. He needed someone he could relate with, someone who accepted him for who he truly was. "Hey, it's not that funny you know," Laura said with a confused grin of her own. "No, it's not that," Matt said between coughing bouts, "it's just, it's just the fact that someone finally admitted it is all." He straightened up and leant on the balcony rail, looking out into the sky again as he calmed down. "I've been having a hard time getting over her," he said. He briefly told her of the break up and Klara cheating on him. "I've found myself shutting people out and isolating myself to try and contain the pain. But it's just made it worse, and now, I think I've finally managed to let her go." He looked over at her silent form, amazed and a little frightened that he was telling her this freely. "I don't know why, but this is the first time I've managed to tell anyone what I really feel. And I've known you all of like five minutes too." Laura smiled and gave him a small hug. "Maybe I'm your guardian angel eh?" she said with a laugh. Matt nodded in agreement and joined her laughter, placing his own arms round her and enjoying the embrace. It fell quiet again momentarily. "But seriously," he heard Laura say as she held her head against his chest, "that Klara does dress pretty damn slutty." Matt simply dissolved into laughter again. "I suppose I can't really talk," Laura said with a gesture to her own outfit, smiling. "I don't think you look slutty at all," Matt said truthfully, admiring her figure once more. "Thanks," she said, "but I only dressed this way to show my boyfriend what he's missing." "Boyfriend?" Matt uttered the words as if they were poisonous. "Well, ex boyfriend now," she said, much to Matt's relief. "What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" Matt asked her. "He's found someone else apparently," she said, shrugging. "As if I care now. There are plenty of better guys out there." "Yeah," Matt nodded as his gaze suddenly lingered to her swelling bosom once more. Laura's grin suddenly turned to one of mischief as she stepped closer again and gazed up into Matt's eyes seductively. "And you know what?" she purred as she placed her hands flat against his chest. "I think I've found one." Before he could say anything, Laura's lips met his and they embraced in a long, hard kiss, wrapping their arms around each other and pulling each other closer. Matt couldn't believe it. This girl was possibly the hottest he had ever seen, and here he was, lips locked with hers, hands moving over her back as her sexy body moved against his. He felt resolved, absolute, complete. For the first time since he could remember, Klara vanished entirely from his thoughts, and with her the bitter memories that had plagued him these last two months. Laura let out a small moan as her tongue darted forth and into Matt's mouth, probing across his own tongue before snaking back between her luscious lips. His pulse quickened and he felt the stirring in his crotch once more, but ten times stronger now. This intensified when he felt Laura's hand rubbing it, her hand grasping the outline of his hardening rod and moving up and down as she kissed him. Oh man, this really can't be real! Matt found himself thinking, as his hands moved down to the curve of Laura's ass. She responded to this by moving behind with her free hand and pushing Matt's hand under the hem of her miniskirt, the bare flesh of her calves tingling beneath his touch. Matt felt greater than he had ever known. He was finally out of this bumbling lost idiot stage that he had been transgressing since his break up from Klara, and back to his confident self. His large hand gently squeezed Laura's buttocks, feeling them through the thin cotton of her panties, before he slowly manipulated his hand around to the front of her underwear. She sensed his intentions and shifted forwards as his hand slipped into her panties, down past the thin shaven strip of her pubic hair, and his fingers began to rub her clitoris. Laura moaned in ecstasy and squeezed his cock tighter, rubbing her hand up and down the bulge in his pants. Matt felt her pussy open up to his probing fingers, and was surprised at how wet she was as his index finger slipped between the parting vaginal lips. Does she really want this as bad as I do? He thought to himself as he began to probe her pussy. He still held some uncertainty over himself, but then decided to let it drop. Fuck it, he thought, this girl is amazing. He slipped another finger into her hole and felt her inhale sharply as their kiss broke momentarily, and they locked eyes as they both continued to feel each other's genitals. "Do you want to?" Laura whispered, a look of growing excitement on her face. "Hell yes," Matt replied, leaning forward and kissing her again. "Have you got any protection?" she asked as she stepped back from him, his fingers sliding out from her slick vagina passage. Matt felt despair as he realised he had nothing at all with him. He had stopped carrying condoms around with him when he had split with Klara. "Er, no, I haven't," he said, a frown upon his face. "Shit." "Don't worry, it's okay," she said. Her hand was still gripping his cock through his pants. "I'm on the pill, and my check up last month cleared me for any STD's," she explained. Matt thought about this then nodded. He had passed his own STD check on the campus medical routine. Laura licked her lips before crouching down on her knees, still rubbing at the bulge in Matt's blue jeans. "Just relax and enjoy it," she whispered with a wink, as she quickly unclasped his belt and unzipped him, pulling his jeans down. Matt felt a little vulnerable standing out here on an open balcony with his dick out, but after a quick glance he realised no-one was paying the slightest attention from below, and he was sure that Laura had locked the door to the balcony after they had come out onto it. At a Party He wanted her. He watched her talk confidently and light-heartedly to the other people in the room. In his head she was in the grip of an eye-rolling orgasm, bucking naked and drenched on his bed. But she was off-limits... his thoughts were private. Her fantasies had a tendency to get out of control sometimes. Sometimes they would be of the two of them discussing how they felt, and they were the more dangerous ones. She had never felt guilty about fantasising of a mystery teacher cumming messily all over the exposed vagina of a previously-lesbian-only sixth form student (while the mystery-blonde's girlfriend sits over her like on a saddle, over her stomach, on her fingers, facing her cum-soaked thighs and cumming herself, riding the fingers, contracting and pulsating all over her girlfriend)... But he was off-limits. This could never and would never happen. Still, she could feel the sexual tension between them so thick, her heart thudded; her rib-cage was held high; her stomach felt low in her body; her sexuality was alive and fizzing. As they're both enjoying the party atmosphere, the unspoken vibes are bouncing back and forth at a dangerous pace. None of this has ever been said out loud. In fact, neither is actually sure the other feels this way. Neither person has ever spoken a word about their feelings or crossed that line because they are both in other relationships and their partners are part of the same circle of close friends. Plus, they're not the cheating kind. It would rip lives apart. But there's nothing wrong with a fantasy... In his, they're in the car on the way back from somewhere quite a drive away. Both their partner's were elsewhere for the rest of the day and everything was cool between them. They were having a laugh in the car, it wasn't too awkward. He remembered exactly why he had such a crush on her. She was sexy, with a pretty face, gorgeous hair and perfectly shaped tits. She was a curvy size ten and knew how to move that body when she walked, when she talked, when she flirted. 'Okay, so here's a secret,' she laughs. 'I shouldn't really say this, but... oh no, I can't!' 'What? what is it?' he laughed. 'Okay: I fantasise about you. There, I said it!' He looks over to her. His face displays concerned shock, but in his head he's jumping for joy. Now is his chance to put a stop to all this. 'What do you fantasise about?' he accidentally finds himself saying. He's avoiding eye contact to give the impression of nonchalance, and yet awaiting her reaction like a lion for its gazelle. Plus, of course, he's driving. At in the passenger seat, she was biting her bottom lip naughtily but couldn't conceal her smile and flirty eyes. 'About making you cum without using anything but my mouth... about lap dancing for you while wearing fish-nets, stilettos, a white shirt, a black tie, a bowler hat and red lipstick to any song you want to see me strip to... about dominating you while smoking a cigarette and watching you ache to cum... about lots of things.' He imagines her licking his balls with that sharp tongue... about her unbuttoning that white shirt to reveal the peaches and cream skin beneath it... about her taking complete control of him... He's so fucking turned on at the thought, the road's the last thing on his mind now. He has to park somewhere, not to do anything, but so he's not a freakin' danger to anyone! Luckily they're approaching a quiet lane he knows well. They turn into a disused old car park behind an abandoned club. He kills the engine and turns to her, with a serious face and heart pounding. 'We can't do those things.' He says seriously, longing that he could passionately kiss her at this very second and make love to her immediately. 'How about we just get this excitement out of our system? It wouldn't count as cheating, because once it's done we'll stop wondering what it's like, and so we're no longer a threat to each other's relationships!' she suggests hopefully. 'Like this...' she moves towards him and with intense eye contact kisses him passionately, biting his lip slightly as she pulls away. She lowers her eyes then brings them up again. They're sparkling and beautiful. 'That doesn't count as cheating, because I only did it to get it out of my system, so I can have a better relationship with my boyfriend.' 'It felt like cheating to me,' he protests dazedly, his dick pumping with blood. 'It's not. Neither is this,' she whispers with a wink, this time leaning over further still and breathing lightly on his neck. He can't help it. He groans with pleasure. She pinches his neck gently with her teeth and laughs quietly and dirtily as she breathes suggestively into his ear for a moment. 'No. This is wrong. We should stop,' he says seriously, but not moving a muscle. 'There's nothing wrong with this,' she says with puppy dog eyes as she moves to look him in the eye. She undoes her seatbelt and straddles him in the driver's seat. 'Or this,' are her final words as she goes to kiss him again. This time it's beyond his control. He's a human and it's human nature after all. He kisses her fully; his hands plant heavily on her lithe back before quickly moving down to her hips, then up her front to her breasts. As he fondles her breasts frantically she's obviously just as turned on as he his. Suddenly everything's urgent. He needs to be inside her, he HAS to fuck her senseless this very second. She's wearing a skirt, he pushes her knickers aside and touches a thumb and finger onto her wet cunt. She has to be fucked immediately. There's not enough room in this car. As if mind reading, she opens the car door and says breathlessly: 'Come on.' They're out into the open air. It's 2pm on a weekend but there is nobody else around in the old carpark. Kissing and biting at each other frantically, they take several steps until she's up against the nightclub wall. Her back is arched against the red bricks so her breasts are perked up high, inviting rough handling. He unzips his fly and as urgently as possible her knickers are pushed to one side. He's not even seen the cunt he's about to fuck, he can only feel its juices and imagine it all plump and tight underneath the little skirt that she's hitching up to aid entry. She needs to cum as urgently as he does. With a massive sigh from both of them he finally shoves that massive, rock-hard cock deep inside her. Passionate eye contact happens naturally as he begins to fuck her. He can feel she's close to cumming so he fucks her slower than what she's hoping for. In one hand he's got the back of the thigh of the leg he's holding up, and the other is pressed against the wall, meaning he can fuck her slowly but with force. She knows the game he's playing. 'Fuck this, just fuck me. Please... please... I need you to fuck me fast.' A sadistic smile can't help but appear on his face. He remains silent. He allows her one extra deep, quick thrust that makes her call out. Now she's broken eye contact and her face is held up to the sky, eyes screwed shut, mouth open. She's on the verge of cumming. Without saying anything, he hitches up her other leg and carries her to the car bonnet. He plonks her down heavily on the bonnet and withdraws while he turns her around. Within a second he's back inside her, this time with her gorgeous rounded ass in perfect view. Her legs are straight and spread, making her ass appear even more hot. He resists biting it but instead slaps it lightly. He then grabs her hips and impales her fully on him. No messing around now, he wants to cum frantically inside her. He pounds that gorgeous ass right up to his balls savagely and without care. After five or six deep thrusts she screams out, her legs jerk, her arms flail and hands slap down heavily on the paintwork of the car. A second later her body's shuddering and her pussy is contracting tightly around his fucking dick. This does it for him and he cums so fucking hard he nearly blacks out. He cries out too and allows his body to jerk naturally with the flow of the cum, as she is. He pulls out and one last pulse of cum squirts onto the outside of her sopping wet cunt, onto the lips and the pink, steaming hotness. She's still wearing her skirt and it's still partially covering her ass. Taking in the sight makes his penis and body jerk one last time before he's totally spent. He's totally exhausted from the pleasure and she too hasn't moved from the bonnet. With a 'Whoaw!' he eventually pulls out and she stands up straight to face him. Her face is flushed and satisfied and she says: 'you see, that doesn't count of cheating because it's done and over with now, so we can move on and view each other as just friends again!' She giggles quickly and plants a kiss on his cheek as if to prove her point, soothes down her skirt and says happily, 'come on, let's get back in the car.' 'Okay,' he replies as he wipes the swet from his brow. But he still hasn't tasted that sweet pussy with his lips. He still hasn't seen her naked... Her fantasy is quite different, but none the less explosive for her. She cums regularly over this: So they're on their way to a friend's apartment. The friend lives on the fourth floor and for some innocent reason they're the last ones out of the car and to get their shit together in the carpark below... 'Oh, meet us up there,' our partners say in a stress. Maybe it's raining or something. Sexual tension is the furthest thing from our minds. For some reason we can't take the stairs so we have to take the lift, that I'm a bit scared of because it's obviously been cheaply built and the lights don't work in it. 'Oh, fucking hell we're going to have to take the lift,' I notice as we get to the closed off stairs. I press the button for the lift and say: 'I hate this lift. Not even the bloody lights work.' 'You're joking?' you reply, pissed off over all the stress that had just occurred trying to get here and now a little uncertain yourself about the safety of the lift. The lift pings open and sure enough the bloody lights are still out. The last time I had to get in this lift they were out then and I didn't like the message it gave me about the lift's maintenance schedule... or lack of. We get in, the doors shut and I press for the fourth floor. By floor two neither of us has spoken but I'm too concentrated on the wanting-to-get-out-of-the-dodgy-lift feeling to pay too much attention to our ever suppressed sexual tension. Within an instant of that; I'm thinking 'if ever there was NOT a person to be in a dark place with it's this man, because he's my close friend... and my close friend's boyfriend... and my boyfriend's close friend... but I've got one hell of a crush on him. Dangerous. Not good, not good... one more floor to go...' For once the feeling's not enjoyable because I'm not the sort of person who ever crosses that line. But instead of the doors pinging open and us both letting out a sign of relief and simply adding it to the list of unsaid things... the unthinkable happens. The fucking lift jams to a stop with a terrifying screech of cogs. Now, I'm not usually the sort of person that freaks out. I'm no drama queen, I'm calm and collected... but this particular lift scared me. It felt flimsy to me and had been built in one of those new apartment blocks that were thrown up during the recent housing boom and are all about profit. So I immediately freaked out. We were in the dark in a lift I hated, and I was just waiting for it to plummet to the bottom any second. 'No, no, no, no,' I was repeating in a panic. 'This can't be happening! It's going to fall!' Another thought suddenly occurs to me: 'Don't move a muscle,' I instruct manically gripping his arm, thinking if we move, it might snap that final thread we were hanging on by. 'Calm down! It's not going to fall! When lifts break down it's to do with the cogs needing oiling... nothing to do with the massive thick wires that it pulleys on.' He's so convincing immediately I've eased. 'Really? I though they were all connected somehow?' I ask, searching for further reassurance; wanting the reassurance to come (because not freaking out feels better than freaking out). 'I swear to God, we're safe,' he says forcefully yet gently. I ungrip his arm and then let go of it completely. 'I'll just call those guys and get them to ring the lift mechanic.' 'Oo, good idea,' I reply, immediately bending down to the floor to search for my mobile in the dark. 'No signal,' he says from behind me. 'See've yours will work. It'll have a button in here too... oh, here it is,' you press the help button (the only thing to be lit up red behind the edges of the stainless steel along with the floor numbers and indicator) and it pings a computer ping once but that's it. We stand and stare at it for a long while after we've established that my mobile's got no signal either, and then begin to shout for help. After we've been calling for help for five minutes and discussing the possibility that the help button's maybe like a pager – so we just have to sit there and wait to be rescued – we sit down heavily next to each other on the back wall, facing the doors. We talk about general things to do with being stuck in the lift and how long it will take for our friends and partners to realise that we haven't been up and realise then call for help themselves... and then there's a silence. In that silence the whole mood changes. Now's the chance to have a little private chat about all this dangerous flirting and how it's not right. I've got so much to say, so many ways of broaching it, and I'm certain he's got a lot to say too and I want to listen... but at the same time I'm not saying a thing because I really, really enjoy this charged, secret, sexual energy. I can't help it and I don't think he can either. I don't think either of us feel comfortable with it and neither of us would dare say something just in case we were totally wrong and it'd be deathly embarrassing. So instead we just sit there in total silence. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife, but in the sort of way that the second the knife begins to cut I would have a shuddering orgasm and so would he. Not in a bad way, but in a very, very dangerous way. The excitement's unbearable and for a second I think I'm going to start laughing, but he thankfully snaps me out of it by saying: 'Why don't we open that wine that's in the bag? Might as well, while we're stuck here?' He says it in a really happy please say yes sort of way and I'm over the moon about the suggestion and laugh: 'Now that's an idea!' Back to general chatter but now more relaxed, as we're passing the bottle to and from each other. Now we're having a laugh. After the bottle's finished we're having more than a laugh, we're flirting outrageously. I'm leaning forward and touching arm affectionately, he bats it away slowly.... Stuff like that. I'm wanting to touch him and he's wanting to touch me but we do so in a manner that is playful. By this point, I'm enjoying myself too much to think about life outside of this pitch black lift and I'm feeling good. Somehow the subject slyly comes around to sex. Did I start it? Did he? Was it both of us? 'You see, I like s&m sort of films,' I was replying. 'so not out-and-out porn gets me off as much as, say, Secretary does. I love to get off on nothing actually happening at all. It's that whole being-utterly-dominated thing. I'm dying to cum but that aching of not being filled is constantly adding to my pre-orgasmic building feeling, so when I eventually do cum it's like a volcano going off! ...sort of thing.' We both laugh because the whole conversation's based around some sort of truthful but falsely-jolly joke. There was a slight pause before his very serious reply came in the words of: 'Is that maybe a bit why we feel so excited around each other?' It was so frank, so genuine and honest, that only complete honesty could come in response. 'Probably yes. But in a way the more it goes unspoken, the more serious it gets,' I reply, suddenly feeling a huge weight off my shoulders that the silence has finally been broken after all these years. 'But isn't speaking about it more serious than not speaking about it though? Isn't this crossing another line?' He asks, worried and serious. 'Maybe. I don't know,' I reply, equally as angst-ridden. 'Maybe not, maybe breaking the silence is breaking the tension. We don't even have to sit here and talk about how we feel because it's obvious we both feel the same, just that we've acknowledged it is maybe a good thing.' There's a very comfortable yet very uncomfortable silence. Finally he says: 'How long do you reckon it'll be before they come for us? I hope it's not long. It's a shame there's not another bottle of wine.' 'I know,' I say about the first bit and then suddenly it occurs to me there were two bottles in that bag. I don't mean to suddenly get more giddy but I jump up and say: 'there is more wine!' like an excited teenager. As I'm rustling through bags he also springs back into life and says 'brilliant! Nice one!' again, a bit too laxy-daxy with covering the excitement that we could get even more pissed and flirty with each other. You know, just to pass the time. So this time as we're drinking and having a crack it's a dead cert something's going to happen, but the question is: who'll have the balls to test the waters first? It sure as hell won't be me. I'm waiting patiently throughout most of the bottle and the laughs for him to drop into seriousness again and talk me around into having sex with him (so I can tell myself I was pissed and I did say it was a bad idea afterwards, so I won't feel as guilty), but it doesn't come. The frequent silences are wrought with fighting emotions within the both of us, but it's all such a turn on I don't want to cover it up with an 'aaanyway....' The silences before long have taken over the importance of the conversation and we sit close; near enough each other to kiss. We sit looking away from each other in the pitch black dark, after one and a half bottles of wine and several years' worth of unexplored longing thrown into the mix. Finally it's all too much for me and I have to stand up. I feel like my heart's going to explode, there's so much unspoken communicating going on. I take a deep sigh and he stands up too, doing the same. He walks over to the opposite corner from me and runs his hands through his hair. I begin to breathe very satisfyingly, half panicking and half having the time of my freakin' life. Suddenly I can tell he's looking at me and a moment later we take a step towards each other and embrace in the middle of the lift's floor for a movie snog! Oh God I'm fucking LOVING THIS! But 'oh no, no, no...we CAN'T,' I suddenly realise, pulling away from him and shaking my head, in turmoil. Without saying a word or making a sound I feel him step behind me and place his big, manly palm over my mouth. Immediately I'm wet. While keeping me willingly gagged with one hand, with the other he's running it up my torso – under my sexy low top – and then onto my breast. I groan into his palm as he does this but he orders 'Shhh,' into my ear. I do so. I have to do exactly as he says. I want to do exactly what he says, and if he gets it right... I'll have the most powerful orgasm of my life within minutes. His fingers leave my breast wanting more and lightly brushes over the other breast that cries out to be touched. But perfectly he's moving southwards towards my jeans. 'I'm going to ungag you for a moment. Do you promise me you won't scream?' he whispers. I nod vigorously. My pussy is absolutely soaking. I just want him to touch it, to dive into it, to rip me right fucking open... so I can relieve this unbearably pleasurable mounting feeling of an explosive orgasm taking over my body upon the very next touch. He reaches around to the front of me (from where he's stood around the back) and unbuckles my belt with ease. I can hear his breathing as he's leaning his head and neck over my shoulder; it's as turned-on as my own. When the jeans are around my ankles, the hand over my mouth is reapplied. I'm stood there in just my tight top and my little cotton panties, with this dominant male holding me against his fully-clothed massive erection; not letting me have it. I NEED to be touched. His fingers touch the skin on my thigh and all my nerve endings jump as if being electrocuted. At a Party I want to shout: 'Fuck me harshly with your fingers! I need some part of you – your fingers, your dick, your tongue – inside me! Fuck me now! Fuck me now! I don't care how or with what but please just fuck me!!' ...but I'm silenced with the big palm covering my mouth. The orgasm is coming despite not being touched directly on my cunt or in it. My body instinctly presses itself as hard as I can against the feeling of his hard dick in his jeans. He's silently stroking my thighs, getting ever closer to my dripping pussy; my shallow breathes are now becoming higher pitched. Then, and only then, does he plummet three fingers deep inside me, resting this cold thumb tip on my clit. I cum so hard my ass bumps him backwards and my knees give way. He lets his fingers slide discretely out of my still-contracting pussy – still mid-orgasm – and as I fall to my knees I scramble pathetically to touch myself. I do and oh, it's like having one orgasm but in two different ways. I kneel there in the floor with my stiff hands in-between my legs, soaking up every bit of this unbelievable sensation. After the scream-out-loud wracking orgasm came the self-continued deep, pounding orgasm that faded slowly and satisfyingly. My whole body felt weak and I slumped onto the floor in a heap. He's stood over me, but I don't even notice. I'm delirious from the excitement; I've never felt as happy in my whole bleedin' life, to be frank! And then I came around enough to realise he was unbuckling his belt. Now it is my turn to return the favour. Suddenly wanting to take complete control over him and to reverse roles, I get onto my knees and unzip his flies. I move his hands onto the railing that goes around the pitch black lift wall and pull down his jeans. I make out as if I'm going to gobble him right up. I breathe heavily onto his thick erection as I move into a full-on deep-throat position and within the second I'm doing his I hear him sigh with heavy passion... But this boy's got another thing coming! He made me wait, now it's his turn! I suddenly stop still and stop breathing, and then running my nails down the side of his bum and legs, I lower my whole body in one fluid, sexy motion (that coincides with my exhaling). I kiss, lick and breathe on his thick lower legs and as I slowly kiss upwards my breasts rub up against the place I've just been kissing. My fingers are now lightly touching the back of each knee and then up a bit more. My hair is touching the tip of his penis. Even this is ultra sensitive to him he's so turned-on, so I move up further and to the side to brush my long hair more deliberately over him, while lightly biting his hip area. Now I'm close to running that sharp tongue all over that head of nerves, and taking his full long length down his throat to greedily swallow all of his cum, but I hold it off to the point where I touch my lips very slightly onto the tip of his penis for a long while. I can feel him dying to grab the back of my head and fuck my mouth raw, but he's playing fair: I played his game and now he's playing mine. I look up to him in the dark and giggle slightly and menacingly, before moving his bulging cock slightly with my nose and delicately licking his balls. Upon hearing a groan I sharply run my tongue up the middle of them and then – still sharp and with a good amount of pressure – all the way up his length and to the tip, where I flick my tongue off lightly, like it the tip of an ice-cream. His knees give away slightly now and now is the time. I lick around the juicy head of his cock like it was a lolly and deep-throat him. He audibly calls out and his hands are down from the railings and slam on the wall. First comes the relief, now comes the final throws: I'm deep throating him in a controlled way. My tongue's constantly caressing all the right points – at all the right times and with all the right pressure – as my warm mouth and throat accommodate him comfortably-aggressively. I speed up as I feel him harden even more in my mouth, and just as he's about to cum I use one hand to hold the base of his cock and the other to begin lightly scratching from his butt down his leg. Then I feel his cock jutter as it's deep in my throat and I hum an exhalation of satisfied breath so it vibrates at the last second, causing him to come even harder than he was expecting. His hot jizz fires down my throat and I love it that he climaxed so hard. I am turned-on ridiculously and even get the sudden urge to plunge my hand in between my own legs as I cum again while he's still cumming in my mouth. I lap it up and swallow every last drop like water in a desert. This time, we both fall to the floor exhausted. We get our breath back, get dressed and finish off the wine with light-hearted after-orgasm comments like 'phew! Bloody hell, that was amazing,' and 'I think I'm still cumming a bit now that was so intense!' Eventually we get our breath back completely and the thrilling buzz is followed by a warm glow but also a sort of sinking feeling that we've crossed a line, and that we're still stuck in this lift. I don't know what to say or how to feel all of sudden but he turns to me in the dark and says, 'pass me that bottle, mate.' As I giggle 'oops, sorry!' he pulls me into a friendly hug then connects with my eyes in the dark and says: 'don't worry about that. It was always going to happen but now it's happened we can move on. This was almost meant to be. It's done now. Friends?' I feel him let go of me and hold out his hand in front of me. With relief flooding me, I reply: 'friends' solidly and shake his hand. 'Good,' he says sitting back, and then we have a good laugh and talk of general stuff for a further three hours without tension until we are rescued. I told him and I told myself that that was it, it was over now, but I still haven't felt his thick cock inside me yet, and fantasising about that is heaven on earth! ....So that's what's on her mind. But as they sit on opposite sides of the room talking to other people, nobody else knows. Not even the person it's directed at knows, and that's the way it will stay forever. At a Party Laura didn't seem to mind anyway, and Matt grinned at the look of anticipation on her face as she yanked his cock out. He didn't have the biggest dick in the world, but the girls he had been with had never complained, and the look on Laura's face told him she wouldn't be disappointed either. She looked at his stiff rod for a moment, before clasping it and moving her hand up and down the shaft, gradually increasing the pace. Matt's breathing started to come heavier, and he felt his dick getting even harder, something he felt impossible given the circumstances. When she had reached such a pace that her hand was a blur along his penis, Laura suddenly leaned forward and took the whole thing in her mouth. Matt almost came then and there at such an unexpected turn on, and only his past experience prevented this. He was surprised that she had swallowed his entire cock without even a hint of a gag, and wondered how many guys Laura had actually been with. Her head began to move back and forth, her blond hair waving with the motion as she sucked Matt's dick faster and faster. She emitted a muffled moan as she sucked his cock, her tongue playing around the shaft in small circular patterns as she moved her mouth back and forth on it. Matt could hardly bear it. Reaching down, he gently but securely held her head in place and started moving his crotch back and forth, controlling the motion as he began to fuck Laura's face. She closed her eyes and moaned once more as his hard dick glided in and out of her mouth, her thick, soft lips clamped tightly around it and giving the impression that he was actually fucking her rather than her simply sucking his member. After a few moments of face fucking, Laura reached up and gently stopped him with her hand, taking the now slick penis from her mouth and gliding her hand up and down the shaft a few times more. "Ready to fuck me?" she purred as she stood up and turned round, hitching her skirt up to reveal her perfect ass. Matt moved forward eagerly after pulling his jeans and underwear all the way down. Squeezing her buttocks again gently, he slowly pulled her white panties down to reveal them in their naked glory. The very site of her cute ass and open pussy lips as she leaned forward caused Matt's cock to tingle as if in eager anticipation. "Do me hard," she breathed. Matt stepped forward and placed the head of his rock solid dick against the opening of Laura's vagina. He moved the head up and down against the wet pussy for a moment before plunging his cock deep into the hot, slick passage beyond. "Ohhhhh Matt," Laura moaned loudly as he moved in and out of her, slowly at first but gradually getting faster and harder. Both Laura and Matt's breathing became laboured as they moved in sync, rocking back and forth with the motion as Matt continued to pump her wet pussy relentlessly. After a while, Laura's breathing was accompanied by squeals of pleasure, and soon she was rocking back and forth with her own motion as much as Matt's. "Harder!" she gasped as she felt his hot member slamming deep within her. "Oh god fuck me harder!" she moaned. Matt obliged by pushing against Laura and moving her forward, so that she was bent over the balcony rail with her breasts hanging over the edge. As he continued to fuck her, he reached round and started to rub and feel her large boobs, teasing the braless nipples through the thin material of her top. As if on cue, Laura yanked her top down with one hand and her large swaying breasts spilled forth, draping themselves over the rail. Her hands returned to gripping the rail as Matt continued to bang her harder and harder, increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts. He loved the way her behind looked as he pumped his cock into her doggy style, and he lifted her miniskirt even higher up her back to get a full view of her ass. His thumb was soon rubbing the small, tight hole set between her cheeks, moving around it as her pussy took his dick. Laura's increased moans and squeals of pleasure indicated that she was loving everything he did. Their hot and hard session lasted a beautiful lifetime in Matt's eyes, their actions merging them together in a single, unified love. At one point, Laura reached down between her legs with her left hand as Matt continued to plough her and started to rub and gently squeeze his balls, provoking low moans from him. At another point, Matt closed in and grabbed both of Laura's big breasts in his hands, gripping them as handholds as he suddenly fucked her faster and faster. Her moans soon became squeals, which soon became loud screams of absolute ecstasy as she came over and over, Matt fucking her all the while to epitomise her peaked orgasm. Just as her shrieks were dying down, Matt felt his own sensations beginning to peak, and whispered in her ear. "I'm close," he said, driving in and out of her still. "Pull it out when you're ready," she breathed, her gasps still ragged, "I've got a surprise for you." Another few moments of pounding his dick into her hot, contracting snatch and he could stand it no more. "I'm gonna come!" he exclaimed, calling it out louder than he had meant to. He quickly pulled his penis out of her and stood back, as Laura turned and knelt once more, her breasts still hanging out and her panties still round her ankles. In one fluid motion, she reached out and took his throbbing cock, tossing it off once more, this time faster than ever. Matt began to growl deeply in his throat as he approached his climax, and just when he felt he was going to burst, Laura swallowed his whole dick once again. Matt let out a cry as he erupted inside Laura's mouth, string after string of hot semen bursting forth into her dirty mouth. She handled it like an expert, swallowing the whole lot whilst still sucking and lapping at his shuddering cock. When he eventually pulled out of her mouth, she had swallowed every last drop. Matt stared down in amazement and pleasure as his body was filled with a warm, satisfying glow. Laura giggled at the look on his face and stood up, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "I hope you feel better now baby," she said as she began to get dressed once more. "Oh yeah," Matt replied, feeling better than he had in his life, "much better." When the two had cooled down and had a drink from the cooler in the room adjacent to the balcony, they decided to venture back downstairs and rejoin the party. By now, the music was blaring louder than ever and the guest popularity had increased by about three times as much. Matt was grateful that whilst he had been with Laura the activity in the garden had been minimal. He didn't want everyone knowing what they had done, despite the fact that he felt like shouting it out to the world. They appeared back out in the main lobby area, holding each other's hands as they walked along. Jake soon appeared with a girl Matt had not seen before, but by the look of recognition on Laura's face, she sure had. "Hey, where've you been dude?" Jake asked, his face concerned and slightly curious as he eyed Laura. "Around," Matt replied with a sly grin to Laura. "We thought you had gone home," Jake explained. "I even drove across town to see if you were walking the streets." "Sorry man," Matt said. "I'm fine, really. I just needed some air and went for a walk. This is Laura by the way." "Hey," Matt said, smiling at her before gesturing to the girl at his side. "This is Courtney," he said, with a look at Matt that suggested they were more than just friends. "Pleased to meet you," Matt said with a smile. Laura said nothing, and Courtney made no attempt to acknowledge her either. "Hey, have you been near the balcony?" Jake asked suddenly, breaking the silence. "Er, no, why?" Matt asked, trying to keep a straight face. "Apparently Chris heard screaming up there e or something," Jake said, shaking his head with a grin. "I think he's been on the 'shrooms again." Matt said nothing but just laughed along with Laura, who wrapped her arms round him. "You seem a lot happier, Matt," Jake said, a big smile on his own face. "It's good to see." "Yeah, I guess so Jake," Matt replied, gazing down into Laura's eyes. "From now on I think everything is going to be just fine."