0 comments/ 15923 views/ 0 favorites Red Wine By: jamma32 Bo stood on the balcony overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. It was a perfect fall evening, cool, crisp, and not a cloud to mar the starry sky. The waves rhythmically crashed on the beach below as lights twinkled up and down the beach. He smiled as he thought about the day. He and Jessica had spent it walking the beach, reading on the balcony, and generally being beach bums. Late in the afternoon, they'd gone out and had a delicious dinner of fresh seafood, then returned to the condo for a sunset walk on the beach. Now Jessica was powdering her nose while he enjoyed a glass of wine on the balcony. He fervently hoped that the night would bring a consummation of their relationship. They'd met four months prior when he'd delivered some supplies to the church where she was the receptionist. He'd been smitten by her at first site. She was about 5'5" with shoulder length blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a bright smile. Even though she was dressed conservatively, it had been obvious that she had a great body. Bo had turned on the charm and made her laugh that day. The next week, he found an excuse to go back for another delivery around lunch time. She'd seemed glad to see him and had accepted his invitation to go to lunch. They'd had fun and at the conclusion, he'd asked for and gotten her phone number. He'd called her the next day and asked her out. She'd agreed, and they'd begun dating. Over the course of the past three months, he'd found that his hunch about her body had been correct. He'd still not seen her naked, but he'd seen her in a variety of outfits, which when combined with their increasingly passionate make out sessions, left little question that what he hadn't yet seen was even more alluring than what he had. Since Jess worked at a church, he'd wondered how straight-laced she was. At first, she'd been very chaste, but as their relationship had deepened, he'd begun to push her boundaries and found that though she had some reservations, she had responded with increasing fervor to his advances. When he had proposed the weekend trip to the beach, she had at first been hesitant, but he had gently prodded her until she agreed. He knew that she was nervous thinking, correctly, that he would want to have sex. At dinner, he had ordered both of them a drink, and though she rarely imbibed, she had drained it. During the sunset walk, she had flirted and been a bit more giggly than usual. When they had arrived back at the room, he'd opened a bottle of red wine. Now as she emerged from the bathroom, he smile and poured her a glass. Jess took it and he smiled and said, "To us." As she stepped onto the balcony with him, she accepted the glass with a guarded smile and responded, "To us." They touched glasses and took a drink. Bo admired her over the rim of his glass. She was dressed in a blue print sundress that fit her well, showing off the curves of her breasts and hips and revealing a hint of cleavage. Between her looks, the dress, and her shapely legs, she had turned a lot of heads at dinner. Jess moved in front of him and leaned back against him, sipping her wine. They stood enjoying the sound of the ocean and the beauty of the clear night. She emptied her glass and he refilled it without a word. She began to sip it, as she pushed back against him. Quietly, she whispered, "I'm scared." "Why?" he asked. She took another sip of wine and shrugged. "I don't know. I, I," she took a breath and finished, "I did it once, back in college. It was, well, it wasn't what I had imagined." "I'm sorry," he said. "What went wrong?" She gulped down more wine and shook her head. "I don't know. It hurt for one thing. It was my first time and he was, I don't know. It just wasn't good. Then there's the whole thing about maybe we should wait." Her voice trailed off and she finished her glass of wine. Bo filled her glass for the third time as he chose his words. "Jess," he said, setting down his glass, and putting both arms around her, "I love you more than I can tell you, and I do want to make love with you. What happened in the past is in the past. If you're not ready, I can handle that. I'm sorry you had a bad experience before." He squeezed her gently and continued, "If you decide you want to try, we'll go slowly, and if you are uncomfortable, I swear I'll stop." He could tell she was thinking. Finally, Jess drained the glass, picked up the wine bottle and walked, somewhat unsteadily, inside, looking back over her shoulder with a come hither glance that made Bo shiver. She stopped in the middle of the room, took a swig of wine from the bottle, and turned to face him. "Kiss me," she cooed. Bo gently took her face in hands and kissed her lips softly. She jumped at his touch, but didn't pull away. Jess put her hands lightly on his arms and parted her lips slightly. He teased her tongue with his tongue, and she sighed softly, moving closer to him. He let his fingers run gently through her hair, then down her neck and shoulders. She shivered again as his fingertips slid down her bare arms, raising goose bumps as they traveled down to her palms, then back up to her shoulders. He massaged her shoulders and arms as he planted soft, light kisses all over her face, chin, and neck. Her head was spinning with a combination of fear, excitement, and wine and she rested her hands lightly on Bo's shirt to steady herself. He caressed her cheek affectionately and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were wide and her breath short. He put his arms around her and pulled her close, never breaking eye contact. She swayed, almost mesmerized as he bent his head and kissed her deeply, still staring into her eyes. She whimpered into his mouth and her arms went around him as she pressed herself against him. Bo enjoyed the feel of her against him. His kiss deepened and her eyes almost rolled back as she responded. She broke the kiss and looked at him wide-eyed and panting. He started to ask if she was ok, but she put a finger on his lips, took another long sip from the wine bottle and kissed him. Her kiss was passionate and she pressed herself against him, grinding slowly and running her hands up and down his back. His hands slid up and down her arms, then moved to her back, moving steadily down until they rested on the swell of her butt. She continued the kiss, wiggling her ass so his hands moved over it. He squeezed gently, enjoying the feel and Jess responded by moving it even more, wiggling it seductively in his hands. He let his hands move back up her back to her shoulders and began to kiss her neck. He found the sensitive places and began to lick and suck them as his fingers began to play with the straps of her dress. Jess responded to his mouth and tongue on her neck, letting her head loll from side to side and moaning softly. She seemed lost in the moment so Bo slowly moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She gasped and he felt her stiffen. He continued to lick her neck and collarbone as he felt her hands cover his and push the straps off her shoulders. He stepped back slightly and admired her. Jess didn't know whether to be self conscious or sexy. She took another sip from the wine bottle and did her best to look sexy. Bo put a finger on her lips. She kissed it as he let it trail down her chin, over her neck, down the center of her body to her belly button. He circled it, tickling it lightly, and she giggled as he let his finger move back up. She stepped toward him, stumbling slightly. He steadied her with his hands on her hips as she began to unbutton his shirt. When she had finished, her hands moved inside his shirt, making him squirm as she lightly moved her nails up his torso to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off and to the floor. Jessica stood looking at him, breathing heavily. She took another sip of wine then looked Bo in the eye as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off of her shoulders, and then straightened her arms, letting it fall to the floor. Now it was his turn to stare. She had long, full breasts that swayed slightly as she moved. He reached out and lightly ran the backs of his hands over them. She had large, red nipples that he could feel beginning to grow erect. She groaned softly at his touch, watching his hands move. He took her shoulders and gently turned her away from him, moving close behind her. He took a drink of wine and offered her some. She took another deep drink and he set the bottle down. She looked over her shoulder and he leaned in to kiss her deeply as his fingertips rubbed slow circles along her waist, just above where her dress was gathered at her hips. Gently, he pushed her dress over her hips, letting it fall to the carpet joining the growing pile of clothes. She gasped, but didn't pull away. He let his hands move slowly up her belly, caressing gently. It tickled slightly and she couldn't help wiggling as his hands moved upward. When they reached her breasts, he traced their outline with his fingertips and she sighed, turning her head to kiss him again. As they kissed, he let his hands cup her breasts. They felt incredible and he began to knead them firmly. Jessica moaned, enjoying the sensations. Bo could feel her nipples become erect against his palms. He began to suck on Jess's neck as his fingers lightly pinched and pulled her nipples. She moaned again, arching her back to push her breasts into his hands. She turned to face him stumbling again from the effects of the wine and her growing arousal. He caught her with a smile and she pressed herself against him. Bo loved the feel of her big, soft breasts pressing against him as they kissed heatedly. Without breaking the kiss, Jessica reached down and began fumbling with his belt. After several seconds of fumbling, he reached down and helped her. She mumbled "thank you" through the kiss and they both chuckled as she unbuttoned his pants. She broke the kiss and looked at him seriously, her hands resting on his pants. Bo gently, touched her face and whispered, "You ok?" Jess nodded. "Yes," she said, "I want this too." With that, she pushed both his pants and his shorts over his hips so that they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them as she sat down on the sofa. He started to sit beside her, but she shook her head. "Come here and stand in front of me," she whispered. She took another sip of wine as he stepped between her spread legs. Her face was level with his waist and she looked at his awakened, but not yet rigid penis, then up into his eyes. Her fingertips began to lightly stroke his thighs, starting on the outside and slowly moving inward. What she did next almost made his eyes pop out of his head. She leaned in and lightly kissed the head of his penis. Then, she slid the bottom of her tongue in a circle over the top of the head. His penis twitched and began to thicken and lengthen as she stroked the bottom of the head with the top of her tongue. By this time, her stroking fingers had reached his crotch and she ran her nails lightly over his balls. He shivered and groaned as his penis grew thick and hard. She continued to kiss and lick the head as she ran her nails up the shaft and began to stroke it. He watched in awe as she ministered to his penis. A groan escaped his lips as the pleasure heightened. He stepped back out of her reach before he lost control, staring first at his swollen, throbbing cock and then at Jessica. She smiled wantonly and he grinned. She tried to rise, but fell back, giggling. Bo reached down and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. She giggled again as his erection pressed against her belly. He smiled and gently guided her toward the bedroom. Once inside, he embraced her, kissing her earnestly. She responded eagerly, moaning softly. His hands moved to the waistband of her panties. He ran his fingers all the way around, and then looked into her face. Her mouth was open and her breathing uneven as she nodded her assent. Slowly, he pushed her panties over her hips and let them drop to the floor. Jessica shivered involuntarily. Bo put his hands on her hips and slowly pulled her to him, giving her another long, slow kiss. They kissed for several minutes and he let his hands glide over her, using just his fingertips to tease and arouse her. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily and looked up at him. "Lie down," he whispered. Jessica lay back on the bed and Bo stared down at her. Without thinking, his hand moved to his penis as his eyes moved down her body. Her breasts and stomach were rising and falling with each ragged breath. His eyes came to rest on her pussy. She had a small patch of blonde hair just above it. The lips were slightly swollen and he thought he saw a hint of moisture. His hand stroked his stiff penis and he licked his lips in anticipation as he reclined on his side beside her. He stroked her hair as he leaned in to kiss her. His other hand moved over her body. It moved over her nipples and slowly down her belly, then between her thighs. Very gently, he began to stroke her pussy lightly with two fingers. Jessica jumped at the sensation, but didn't break their kiss. The lips of her pussy were warm and slightly wet. After a few seconds, her pussy lips began to open like a flower and his fingers found the source of her wet heat. She groaned and moved her hips restlessly. His fingers found her clitoris, circled it ever so lightly, and then began to rub her pussy slowly with his fingers, steadily opening her and moving deeper. Jessica moaned deep in her throat, enjoying the sensations. Bo broke their kiss and began to lick and suckle her neck and throat. The combination of his fingers on her sex and his lips and tongue on her neck made her squirm and giggle. He smiled, never changing the pace of his fingers, but moving his head to lick over her collarbone and plant kisses on the tops of her heaving breasts. She watched him through half closed eyes, running a hand through his close cropped black hair as his lips moved over her breasts. Her pussy seemed to grow wetter with each stroke of his fingers and he increased the pace slightly as his tongue began to circle her right nipple. Jessica groaned again, then gasped as he took it in his lips and began to suck on it. He began to move his head up and down slowly, pulling on her nipple, matching the tempo of his fingers. Her breath was coming faster and her eyes were closed. Unconsciously, her hips had begun to move to the rhythm of his fingers. Bo leaned across her body and repeated his ministrations on her left nipple. She let a long, low moan and pushed on his head as he teased and sucked on it. His fingers increased the pace again. He kissed her and she responded passionately, her tongue probing his mouth and dancing against his. As his fingers moved in her, he let his thumb begin to slide against her clit each time his fingers slid in. Her hands which had been balling up the bed clothes now moved to her breasts. She caressed them and rubbed her sensitive nipples. Then, she let one hand move down beside his hand that was stroking her, and the other groped until it found his rigid penis. She then began to stroke his shaft vigorously matching the tempo of his fingers. Her hips were humping his hand now and she was groaning loudly. Without her even realizing it, he broke their kiss. As he kneeled there on his knees, his desire grew into a raging inferno. The sights of her pretty face contorted in pleasure, her full breasts heaving and jiggling, her body bucking against his hand, and her long, delicate fingers stroking his penis were driving him wild with lust. Bo continued to stroke Jess' now sopping wet pussy as he pivoted and knelt between her legs. As he did, her fingers lost their grasp on his rigid member and she frowned slightly. He moved in closer, placing his penis just above her pussy and her hand found it again, this time running her nails lightly from his balls to the tip of his head and back. He leaned his head back and moaned softly. Her moans were becoming cries of pleasure as his fingers continued to stroke her. Slowly, he took her hand with one of his, and removed his hand from her pussy. He lowered himself until his shaft was touching her wet slit and began to rub it slowly up and down. Her eyes got wider and she moaned. He sighed at the scent of her arousal and the feel of her against his shaft. He wanted more than anything to sink his penis into her. He looked down into her eyes and said quietly, "Jess, are you ready?" A flicker of fear crossed her face, then her eyes met his and her hand caressed the head of his penis. "Yes," she said huskily. "Make love to me, Bo." He didn't need any further encouragement. He continued to rub his now wet shaft against her engorged pussy, but now he let it move lower with each movement until his head was at the entrance to her sex. As gently as he could, he pushed it into her. Both of their eyes went wide as her steaming pussy opened and he entered her easily. He kept still for a moment, letting her adjust, and then began a slow, shallow thrust. Only his swollen head was inside her and the feel of it against her pussy lips was exquisite for both of them. Her eyes met his as he gently pushed deeper. Her legs spread wider, welcoming him further and further into her. He bent and kissed her. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you too, Jess," he purred feeling her body begin to match his tempo. Her legs went around his hips and he sat upright, reaching down to cradle her butt and watching his penis piston in and out of her wet, soft pussy. The sight of his cock sliding steadily in and out of her was so hot! He bent over her again and her legs pulled him deeper. They both moaned and he kissed her again as she squeezed his butt. "Suck my nipples," she begged, and he complied. He had to decrease his depth, but he kept thrusting steadily as he licked, sucked, and pulled with his lips on first her left, then her right nipple. Her ragged breath shortened into gasps and moans. "Oh, god," she whimpered lustfully. Bo moved his face back to hers and they kissed again passionately as their bodies moved together more quickly. He was in as deep as he could get now, but he was doing his best not to be rough, so his thrusts were not hard. He gently turned her face and began to lick and suckle her left earlobe. She shivered and moaned loudly, her hips bucking hard against him. He did the same to the right one, causing her back to arch and her pussy to clamp on his shaft. "Ohhhh," she moaned. Bo could tell from the sounds she was making and the movement of her body that she was getting close. He was glad because he was too. Already, he could feel a stirring in his balls. Gently, he pushed her legs up to his waist. She was wide open and he went from the short, gentle thrusts he'd been using to longer, firmer ones. She groaned, clenching her legs around his torso. He looked into her eyes and they were wild. Her breath was ragged and loud and punctuated by moans and whimpers that seemed to increase in volume with each thrust of his penis. All of a sudden Jess' eyes flew open, her pussy clenched, her back arched, and she tried to scream. Her spasming pussy clamped down on his thrusting cock as she tried to impale herself even deeper. Her whole body seemed to tense, and finally she caught her breath and screamed, "YES!!! YES, YES YESSS!! OHMYFUCKINGGOD!!" She continued to shake and scream, trying to ram his penis deeper. "Fuck me Bo! FUCK ME! OH! UHhhhhhh! Don't stop, baby! Don't stop! Cum in me! Cum! Oh, please god, CUM!" The added friction of her shaking, squirming body, combined with her unexpectedly strong orgasm, her passionate screams, and his own desire quickly overwhelmed Bo's self control. "Say it again, baby," he grunted, thrusting harder and faster. Jess' wide eyes met his and she screamed, "FUCK ME, BO!" She grabbed his hips, trying to pull him deeper inside her, grunting and moaning with each of his increasingly desperate thrusts. "Shoot it!" she cried. "CUM INSIDE ME! FILL ME UP! OHHH, god! Do it! DO IT!" Red Wine It was more than he could take. He felt the cum move up in his shaft as his head began to swell and tingle. Each thrust brought his release closer. His throbbing, rigid shaft seemed to stretch and tense more than he'd ever experienced. Finally, he couldn't hold it back. He felt the first little bit leak out and then he went over the edge. He moaned loudly as the first load was ejaculated into her. "Ohhhhh!! AHH, Yes! YES!!" He saw stars and gasped for breath at the intensity as load after load of his cum shot into Jess'. He cried out in ecstasy, arching his back as his penis continued to fire. Jess purred, "YES! YES baby! MMM." Bo had never felt an orgasm like it. As the intensity began to lessen, he continued to thrust inside her. Her arms encircled him as her breathing resumed something closer to normal. He looked into her eyes and saw tears. "Are you ok?," he asked, "I didn't hurt you did I?" Jess touched his cheek tenderly and smiled. "No," she said softly, "you didn't' hurt me at all. It was just so intense. Her voice trailed off. Bo bent his head and kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Jess," he murmured. She smiled broadly and hugged him close. "Oh my god, I love you too Bo." They lay there for a few more minutes. Then finally, Bo carefully pulled out and rolled over, pulling her to him. The combination of the wine and her orgasm had left her almost limp. He pulled her close and she purred softly, curling herself against him. Bo kissed her forehead lightly and began to lightly run his fingers through her hair. That was all it took to completely relax her. Jess' eyes drooped shut and her head lolled to his shoulder as she fell fast asleep against him. He smiled and kissed her hair, closing his eyes and anticipating the remainder of the weekend. Red Wine It was Halloween night. A young woman, about 20 years of age, was handing out candy at her house. She was dressed in a modest, strapless Tinkerbell costume. She lived on her own, orphaned, and left her foster home as soon as she came of age. She moved into her new home 2 years ago, living in small apartments courtesy of her foster parents, before that. This was a new town for her, a place for her to start a new life. Not too far from the city, but enough to be away from what she started out in. One of her co-workers, and current best friend of 1 ½ years, had invited her to a big Halloween bash in one of the ritzy neighborhoods. She described it as "the party of the year." As anxious as the young woman was, she accepted the invite and waited at least til the trick-or-treating was over. As the clock in her house struck ten, the porch lights all went off one by one, including her own. She grabbed her coat and keys and set off for the party. Tinkerbell: "I have no idea why I am even going to this party. I won't know anyone, and it's not like any guy will want to "pick me up." I should have told her my dog was sick or something. Yeah, I'll call her and tell her Snow is sick.... But then she'll give me crap. Damn." I pull into the driveway. There are cars parked on either side in the lawn all the way up the drive. I find a spot about halfway up and park. "Well, I guess since I'm here I might as well check it out for a bit." I walk up the drive. I swear it's a half mile long. I pass stumbling teenagers, no doubt drunk, and a few eager party goers rush past me to the door. There is a red velvet rope, and a line to get in. It doesn't seem like they're doing much screening, just as long as you are in a costume, you get in. I'm let in with no questions. I make my way through the thick crowd in what I believe is the grand ballroom. It had been cleared out and had a dance floor big enough to fit around 200 bodies, with a bar on the other side of the room and small round tables fitted with bar stools throughout the edge of the dark room. I made it to a table in a far corner away from most of the crowd. I order a drink from one of the many French Maid waitresses walking around and wait for my friend to show up. I'm weary sitting here. Since I arrived I had felt as if someone was watching me. The maid shows up and leaves with my empty glass just as I spot a figure across the room. It was him. He was the one that has been watching me. I don't know how, but I know it's him. He is dressed in all black. A tight black t-shirt, cargo pants with chain, all covered in a long black leather overcoat. He starts walking toward me; I feel a bit of fear prick the back of my mind as he comes closer. He walks over, and sits on the neighboring stool. Flashing me a smile, I notice his teeth. Those are the best vampire fangs I had ever seen, it almost seemed like they grew a little as his smile faded. And his eyes, oh his eyes, they were a fierce and cold blue, yet somehow they seemed soft and warm as they looked at me. "Hey there Tinkerbell." He said in a deep sultry, almost hypnotic, voice. "Would you like a drink?" He pushes over a wine glass filled with a deep red wine. "This isn't blood is it?" I say jokingly "Ha-ha! It may just be, but you have to have a taste to find out." He downs his own glass full of the wine and flashes me another smile, showing off his fangs, "Ooo, I think we have a big scary vampire here." I push the drink away. "Sorry, but I don't take drinks from strangers. I'm not stupid. I'm not going to be drugged and raped, thank you." "You wound me deeply Tinkerbell." He bows to me and takes my glass, drinking it all in one gulp. "Well my dear, would you at least accompany me to obtain a drink for you at the bar?" He offers his arm. "Are you paying?" "For the lovely lady, of course." "Fine, why not." I take his arm. "So, you seem to know my name, what shall I call you?" "I don't know. Big Scary Vampire sounded good when you said it." "Nah, too long. How about Fangs?" "Sounds great." We arrive at the bar. "I'll have another wine, and for the lovely Tinkerbell?" "I'm thinking something sweet." "Here," handing me his glass, "have a taste. See if you like it." Giving him a "fine, whatever" glance, I hold the glass and take a small sip. It's a sweet wine, but one that I had never tried before. It was odd how truly sweet it was though; there was no bitter kick at the end or dryness after I swallowed. "You have a fine taste Fangs. I'll have whatever he's having." "We'll take the bottle as well." Offering his arm, I take a hold of it. We walk to a new table in a different room, probably usually the living room. There is a layer of fog about 3 feet deep. We sit across from each other and work slowly on emptying the bottle. "So, do you want to tell me anything about yourself, Tinkerbell? "Well, a little about myself you say? My employer is a child wearing green tights, and refuses to grow up. My job is to sprinkle pixie dust on little brats and to make them fly since they can't do it on their own." "Ha-ha! Oh Tinkerbell, you kill me. You know, I could help you get a new job. It will be quick, and why not, it's Halloween." He winks and bares his fangs in a devious smile. I could have sworn they were shorter earlier. "Sorry, but I am pretty content with my job. Besides, what else is a pixie to do?" I say that last part with much sarcasm and drama. "Well, you could be like me. Free to do whatever you want, and when. Have the power of the night on your side. I could give that to you Tinkerbell. Live your life brat-free. Just one, quick, bite." "Ha-ha! You're funny Fangs. Oh! I gotta go, my friends are here." I get up and start to walk away when he calls out to me. "Wait, can you at least tell me your name?" My friends have caught up to me and start to pull me to the dance floor when I yell back, "My name is Catherine!" Then I disappear into the crowd. Fangs: Damn. Why did they have to do that? Always, when you're about to starts something, their friends come and take them away. Anyway, it's not like I'm gonna bite... hard. I guess I could just go find another one for the night, but there is something about her. I stand to leave the table when a buzzed teen "bumps" into me. "Oh! I'm sooo sorry." She's slurring her words a little. "Hey, you wanna go make out? You're really hot." I may as well get my fill. "Lead the way my lovely lady." Bowing a little, I take her arm and she leads me off to another room in the house. We cozy up in a corner table, quick to progress in our "relationship", we are making out within minutes. I give her a quick little nip on her lip, but the taste is off, not right for the night. I break off quickly. "What's wrong sexy?" She says this with a severe slur. "I'll be right back doll. I'm going to get us some drinks." I leave at that, not planning on returning. I travel around the house, scanning for my next meal and, somehow, I seem to be drawn to the room that the beautiful pixie has flown to. The room is dark, a black light and strobe light the only lighting. I spot her in the middle of the mob dancing with her friends. I curse under my breath. "There goes my chances with that meal. Hell if I can dance." I lean back against the wall and take a swig from my wine bottle, watching her closely. The way she's moving, it's somehow intoxicating. I spot her friend saying something to her, and then point at me. She looks at me, turning away quickly. I can sense her blush a bit then talk to her friend. her friend, dubbed Cleo by her "Queen-of-the-Nile" costume, gives her a flirty look and makes her way toward me through the crowd. This should be good; I think to myself. "Hey there, I'm Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile. Would you like to bow at my feet tonight sexy thang?" Why not, I haven't found my meal yet. Maybe she will be satisfying. I take her hand and kiss her knuckles, brushing my fangs lightly down her fingers. "The pleasure would be all mine, my queen. You may call me Fangs is you wish." She lets out a snicker. "Please, Fangs, lead the way." I stare out at Tinkerbelle one last time before turning back to the queen. I take her hand and lead her away, a few rooms out. The room is darker than the previous. I can smell the faint scent of weed and lust in the air. "Is this quiet enough for you, my Queen?" "It's perfect." We barley take a seat before she starts rubbing on me. "May I ask you something Cleopatra?" I don't bother waiting for an answer, she is too busy nuzzling on my neck, "What's up with Tinkerbell?" She pulls back abruptly. "What's wrong? Am I not good enough for you?" "It's not that, my darling." I nuzzle at her ear, nipping at her earlobe a tad to ease her back again. "It is just that three is always better than two. We could really make this a party." "Well," she speaks wearily as I continue to plant kisses upon her neck, "she doesn't care for relationships much right now, especially after what her ex did to her, the bastard." "Hmm, that is a shame." I pull back and take her hand gently. "Please, Cleo," I pull her near my chest and whisper in her ear, "There is a bed waiting for you, if you would so care to follow?" I trace my fingers down her neck, feeling her vein pulse beneath her tanned skin. "Lead and I shall follow Fangs." I take her hand and lead her upstairs and down the hall to the last room. I follow in behind her, taking a chain off my pants and tying her to the bed. "Oh, I'm sorry if you didn't want it like this." She squeaks a little, playfully trying to get away. I tack her against the bed, going for her neck. I nip my way up her neck to her lips. They are parted, her breath fast and shallow. I look into her eyes, but to my surprise, all I see are those of Tinkerbelle's. I shake it off and meet her lips with my own. There is a spark there, but only on her end. I can smell her arousal as I pull at her skimpy costume, exposing more and more skin. Again I see that evading pixie in my arms. "Something is wrong with me" I think to myself. I make my way down to her navel, tonguing her belly button. Her smell fills my nose, but it has no effect on me. I look up, still playing with her belly, and I see Tinkerbelle again, hearing her voice as well. I am so confused, this has never happened before. I shouldn't be having these thoughts! I continue with my teasing, going for her knees and making my way up. I leave a train of kisses from her knee to that enticing blue vein on her inner thigh. I nip at it, making her squeak, as I watch a droplet of blood trail from the wound. I lick at it, closing the wound with my tongue. The scent of her arousal is pouring out of her, but there is nothing there on my end. Her blood, along with others I have tasted tonight, have no spark to them. "I am sorry, Cleopatra, but this isn't right. It's not you, it's me. I'm having an off night. If you'll excuse me for a moment." At that, I walk out of the room, leaving her chained to the bed, locking the door. I make my way through the house, looking for that damn pixie that seems to have caught all my senses. I finally find her on one of the crowded dance floors. I make my way over to her, speaking urgently, "I need to talk to you, Tinkerbelle." Sounding hesitant and worried, she speaks to her friends "I'll be right back." I pull her off the floor to a corner table. I motion for another drink before I speak again. "Tinkerbelle, what happened? What happened with your ex?" "What? What are you talking... oh, right, Sam. It's nothing." "Please tell me." The waitress delivers me a bottle and a pair of glasses. "Thank you , Ann." I push the glasses aside for now, offering her the bottle. "Please, tell me what happened with your ex." "No thank you." She pushes the bottle away. "He cheated on me, a few times actually." Tinkerbell: Why was I telling him this? It felt strange, but somehow I felt like he actually cared. "I kept telling myself it wasn't real, we were already dating for a year. I finally stopped living in my dream land when he cheated with one of my so-called friends." "Cleopatra?" "Who? Sam? No, not her. The slut above the dance floor over there." I point out a girl in a tight leather vest and shorts. I turn away disgusted before she catches me looking at her. "Her name is Tiffany. Your basic, everyday, slut." He lets out a low growl. "Would you like to get back at her? I have some friends here..." his voice trails off, no doubt egging me to use my imagination. "No, I'm not the type of person for revenge. Anyway, it wasn't just her." I pause for a moment, catching myself before I let my emotions get the better of me. "Look, I don't like taking about this. Can I go now?" "Yes, but I will be looking for you again." He gives me a seductive grin and a wink. "Ok, sure." I head to the bar, needing a drink badly after that. I order a mai tai, hoping to chill out a little, when I spot him moving toward Tiffany. I see him pull her close to him, whispering something to her. She giggles. "On second thought, make that three lemon drops." "Hard night?" The female bartender asks. "You have no idea." I down the first shot, biting on the lemon as I watch her put her fingers in his hair. "Why do men always go for the fucking sluts?" I shoot back my next shot, ignoring the lemon. "Easy targets. They act above everyone else, playing hard to get, but in the end they are a just a quick fuck." "Always thinking with their dick." I down my last shot as I see him lead her off to the staircase. "I think three more shots are in order." "Don't do yourself in too fast there sweetie," she tries to sound concerned for me, "most of the time it's not worth it in the end." I smile softly to her. "Make that a raspberry daiquiri instead." "Good choice, Tink." We sit there talking for a few minutes when someone rushes up to the bar demanding a shot of tequila. I look over, it's Sam. "Hey, what's wrong girl?" She spots me and rushes over to me dramatically and flustered. "The stupid bastard! Leading me on like that then leaving me tied to a fucking bed for like a half hour. And, to top it off, he switches me out for trashy Tiffany! What the hell!" She downs her shot as soon as it is poured. She slams it back down, motioning for another." "Whoa, girl. You need to let it go. There are tons of other guys here that would love to take you out." She looks at me a bit weary. "Look over there," I point to a pirate at the end of the bar checking her out, "there is a very willing contender right there." She straightens a bit, adjusting her headpiece. "You're right. Who needs that man whore of a vamp!?" She sends a wink his way, to which he returns instantly. "Go get 'em girl." I nudge at her as she gets up and moves toward him. I watch her for a moment before turning to scan the room. I see him sitting in the next room at a corner table. Anger rushes to my face. The selfish bastard. I stalk my way through the crowded rooms to his table. "What the hell!?" "What the hell, what?" He shoots back one of the shots he has sitting on the table as he looks at me. "Why did you do that to my friend, Cleo?" "She wanted some," he sounds smug as he says it, "but it wasn't right. I kept thinking of you." A pang of happiness shot through me, I quickly suppress it though. "I kept her in my room so I could talk to you, alone. She would have gotten in the way." He kicks back another shot, motioning to a waitress for more. I look at him in astonishment. For some reason, I wasn't upset with that reasoning. "What about Tiffany? I saw you take her up there. Sam said you replaced her with Tiff." "Again, a matter of making it more comfortable for you. getting her out of your way, out of your sight. We'll have more fun that way." I can feel myself blush a little. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not up for a relationship right now and one-nighters really are not my thing." "Well, when you are up to a relationship, would you mind if I took you out? You know, on a date?" He looks down at his empty glass. I can tell he's being sincere. Maybe he's not much of a man-whore after all. "You won't leave me alone if I say no, will you?" I say this a bit playfully, hoping for a certain answer, to which he gives me. "Nope." The waitress sets down four more shot glasses. He takes one of the shots before continuing. "I never stop." The smile he gave me, it seemed so devilish, so coy, yet so sincere and playful. I could feel something move in my lower tummy, something I haven't felt in ages. "If I say yes, just for tonight, will you back off?" "Maybe, maybe not." There was something in his voice that made me feel like his prey. I should have been scared, but instead felt a fire start to burn in my stomach, coiling itself into a seductive knot. "You have to dance with me then." "I will, but you will have to lead Tinkerbelle. I don't dance very well." He seemed so shy at that moment, so uneasy. I leap on that chance. I downed two of the shots on the table and grabbed his hand, dragging him off to the darkest dance floor in the mansion. Fangs: There is a few black lights and a single strobe lighting the room. The deep base pounding could be felt through your entire body. Near the middle of the crowd she pulled me close to her back. She starts grinding her ass into me, helping me fall into a rhythm with her. I follow her lead until the song changes to a hypnotic, sensual beat. I take over, holding onto her hips lightly. I watch everyone around me, trying to control myself from going into a rage every time someone bumped into her. I see some girls looking toward us as I run my hands up her body, pulling her even closer to me. I can feel her hand snaking in my hair, tugging lightly at it. It takes everything in me from claiming her right there. I lean down close to her ear. "You are making a lot of girls jealous." "Oh, really?" I can feel her relax into me more, accepting every way I move her body. I can smell her arousal lightly creep up to my nose. I have no doubt she can feel me cock hardening, pressing onto her small toned ass. She pushed back a little harder, grinding her ass on my hardened shaft. I let out a low growl. "Yes, look at them all, wishing they were where you are at right now." I nuzzle against her head, pushing it slightly to the side. I leave a trail of kisses from her ear down to that enticing vein on her long, beautiful neck. I leave one last kiss before baring my fangs, sinking them into her soft flesh. Tinkerbell: The way his body pressed against mine, the way he nuzzled, nipped, and sucked at my neck. It was all so enticing, entrancing. He ran his hand up my stomach to just below my breasts, grabbing and squeezing the sides of it as his other hand snaked its way to my inner thigh. I fell completely under his spell, felt myself relaxing, melting into him. It felt so right, but something in the back of my mind screamed out no before being silenced by a wave of pleasure from his thumb rubbing against my most secret of spots. I lost track of what happen after that, I think I blacked out...