0 comments/ 14318 views/ 0 favorites Stranger Danger By: zoomzie I was at this party with my friend Lisa. I wasn't really sure I wanted to be there. I didn't know any of these people and really felt out of place. Oh well, better than sitting at home, I grabbed another beer and went to find a place to sit down. On my way to the couch I noticed some people just arriving. I turned to look a little closer and my eyes locked with this really cute guy. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity but I know it was only a split second. I looked away and thought to myself, well, maybe I will have fun after all. The night progressed and I mingled with all the other people. My thoughts kept wandering back to that guy. I never saw him in more than one place long enough to catch his eyes again. I turned to get another beer and almost ran right into him. Great, very graceful I thought, way to make an impression. He had in his hand two beers and said - here, you looked a little thirsty. Thanks, I replied, and looked straight into his eyes. I smiled a little smile and bit my bottom lip, just letting is slowly roll out from between my teeth. We stood there and chatted a little. I couldn't believe how nice he was and how much sexual tension there was. I had never experienced this before. I was relatively young and hadn't been with many guys. As our conversation progressed we noticed the buzz around the room that the beer was gone. He was soon elected to go more. "Need any help?" I asked. "Sure, I'll take you for a ride" he said in a low sexy voice. We walked outside and I leaned against his car as he unlocked the door. He brushed his body against mine and I must have made a noise as he quickly looked and me and apologized. "No, don't be sorry, human contact is important" I said in a low voice. "Really, how about this contact?" and he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue slowly probing into my mouth, gently seeking my tongue. I let out a low, quiet moan and pressed my body into his. Oh man, what am I doing I thought to myself. One side of me didn't want to give him the wrong impression and the other side of me wanted to let the physical side take over. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, and down the tops of my exposed shoulders. I could feel my excitement rise with each touch of his lips on my skin. I could feel the warm tingle start between my thighs and knew I was in for it. "We better get to the store or we will have an angry mob on our hands" I said. He nodded in agreement, opened my door, and then walked around to his side. Through the window I could see is obvious excitement. I immediately decided to make the drive interesting. Although I hadn't had much sex in my life, I knew I liked to suck dick! I slid over as far as I could and slowly began massaging his bulging crotch. I leaned over and unbuttoned his pants with my teeth, grasped the zipper between my lips and worked it down. To my surprise he wasn't wearing any underwear so it made my job easier. I freed his stiff cock, stroked it a few times and admired it's size and shape. Very slowly I wrapped my lips around the very tip and gently rolled it around in my mouth. Soon I plunged the entire length of his stiff cock into my mouth and started sucking away. He moaned with pleasure as I slid it in and out of my mouth, sucking and slurping the entire time. I was getting so turned on myself that I was sure I was so wet it was showing through my pants. Before I knew it we weren't driving anymore but I didn't care. I continued to pump and suck his cock feeling it grow larger and larger in my mouth as he got more and more turned on. Finally I could tell he was going to cum so I started sucking harder and harder, anticipating the hot liquid in my mouth. He tried to pull me away but I held fast and he spurted his hot juice into my mouth, I sucked every last bit out and swallowed in all down. Before I knew it he was out of the car and had my door opened. He pulled my out, pulled down my pants and immediately started massaging my swollen clit. "Oh, you are so wet" he said. He was right, I was, it was almost dripping down my thigh. My pussy was hot, swollen and juicy and he liked it. He wrapped one arm around me and picked me up, he continued to finger fuck me and play with my clit. He sat me down on the trunk of the car, put my feet up and started eating my out like I have never had before. He licked and sucked my clit, hunger for my sweet nectar. I moaned and squirmed with pleasure. He started really going to town licking my clit, then he put his fingers in my pussy while he licked and sucked my clit and I thought I would explode right then. It felt so good I just wanted it to last forever. Before I knew it I felt an orgasm coming on like a train. I raised my hips up and smashed my pussy against his face, screaming out in pleasure. It was such an intense orgasm I was dizzy with pleasure. I looked down and noticed he was rock hard again. "Are you going to fuck me?" I asked? "Do you think you can come again? Because I don't want to fuck you unless you can come again. I want you to come with my dick in you, I want to feel your pussy scream with pleasure!" "You bet I can, fuck me hard!" We moved over to a grassy spot under some trees. We climbed up on a picnic table and I anticipated the pleasure, I wanted to feel his big cock in my pussy. Slowly he started to put it in, just teasing me ever so slightly. I was still so wet that is just slid right in and my tight little pussy swallowed his throbbing cock. We fucked on that picnic table so hard we thought it was going to break. He picked me up and fucked me standing up for a while then fell the ground. I took the opportunity to take top position and put his swollen dick back into my quivering pussy. I moved my hips back and forth, enjoying the ride of my life. Pretty soon he was on top again just fucking the shit out of me. It was so good I could keep quiet, I was moaning with pleasure. "Harder, harder, fuck me damn it, make me cum" I said and he fucked me hard and fast, ramming his cock into me and before I could help it I exploded with pleasure and my spasming pussy tightened around his cock. He was cumming also and I could feel his hot juice squirt inside me. We laid there for a little while and finally decided we should go get the beer. When we finally returned to the party everyone wanted to know what took so long. "We got a little turned around" he said and just looked at me and winked. I smiled back and started heading down the hall to the bathroom. As I was walking into the bathroom I noticed he was making he was towards the bathroom. Round 2 I thought, what a great party. Stranger Danger I wanted to be raped. Not really raped. Just pretend, fun raped. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I can't remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or...not really my fantasy because only someone special could have made that happen. To pretend to rape me and make it seem real and then cuddle and laugh with me later? That person does not exist, I am pretty sure. Or if they do I won't be into that person otherwise than sexually, and that gets boring. Anyway... So I got a response. Maybe several responses but I only followed up on one. He was married, so he probably would not be able to get too attached after the fact. He was older, which is better for this scenario. Because rape is all about power, after all. And who wants to lose power to a peer? It's demoralizing and that's not sexy. Also he was semi-attractive. Or attractive enough to do what I wanted him to do, anyway. We e-mailed back and forth a few times. I never spoke to him on the phone. I didn't want to become too friendly. I planned it out and he agreed to follow the rules. He told me I was hot and seemed pathetically grateful that I was willing to let him touch me under any circumstances. I began to doubt he was into rape fantasy so much as he was into touching female flesh which did not belong to his wife. I shrugged it off because I didn't have the courage to start again. I wanted this to happen and he was already in. So we set the date and the time it was to happen. I was so keyed up the night before I couldn't sleep. I tossed all night until about two hours before. I got up and showered and did my hair and makeup. I unlocked the front door and put on some panties and arranged myself under the covers so that my bare breasts showed. I pretended to sleep. The front door opened. My heart was audibly pounding against my sternum, but my face didn't give me away. My eyes remained closed and I controlled my breathing. I looked serene, unworried that a complete stranger was in my apartment, in my bedroom ogling my naked breasts. I felt his hands on them, grunting appreciatively under his breath as he fondled me. I felt him pull back the covers and heard him take a sharp breath in. His hands wandered all over my body, groping from my thighs to my breasts and back again. His hands left me and I waited a beat before I peeked through slitted lids. He was undressing. I took in his suburban dad windbreaker and his New Balance sneakers and smirked before I forced myself back into my peaceful pretend sleep. I felt his bare skin rub along mine as he climbed into my bed. I felt his legs on either side of me. I thought maybe he would just start fucking me while I pretended to sleep, but he moved up along my body until his thighs squeezed my ribcage and I felt his head poke my chin. I chose to pretend to wake up then. I stretched and opened my eyes, and seeing this man, gasped and tried to struggle. He grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. He took advantage of my gasp to shove his dick into my mouth. "Shhh," he said. "You're all right, just be a good girl and this will all be over soon." I have to admit I was incredibly turned on. Of course I was, I was having my fantasy come true. He held me down and gagged me on his dick for a few more thrusts before I started raising my head to suck it more. "Oh my god you want to suck it, you're so fucking hot you little whore. Keep sucking my big dick, slut." He grunted the words through gritted teeth. He fucked my mouth with such enthusiasm that it popped out and I gasped the only word that came to mind... "Please." "Please more or please stop?" He moved so that he was stretched out on top of me, his cock pushed into my belly. "Don't rape me. Please." I tried to make my eyes looks wide and innocent and pleading. He kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth and stabbing my mouth with his. He tasted of toothpaste and coffee. Maybe I was the only woman he'd ever kissed besides his wife. Maybe his wife wouldn't blow him or even have boring vanilla sex with him...I brought my mind abruptly back to the present... "You wanted this, whore; you leave your door unlocked and sleep in only panties? You're begging to be raped." He reached between us and pulled my panties down enough for him to rub his cock between my labia, which were quite slick already from my arousal. He groaned and closed his eyes "So fucking wet already, you're a bad girl who likes being raped by strangers, aren't you?" I shook my head. "Aren't you, whore?" I shook my head again. He reached behind my head and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my head back. He bit along my throat and kept asking me if I was a bad girl who liked being raped by strangers. I said nothing, I couldn't move my head because of his grip on my hair. "Admit it, whore." I said nothing. Until he got to my breasts. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit it hard, rolling his tongue over the sensitive tip. I moaned with pleasure, wanting him to spend hours, days just torturing my nipples like that. He did the same to my other nipple and then stopped and looked at me. "Say it. Say it or I'll stop." "I'm a bad girl who likes being raped by strangers." I finally said, in a small, little girl voice. That must have really turned him on because he went back to licking sucking and biting my nipples and thrust his hard, bare member deep into me. Wait a second, this guy agreed he'd wear a condom! Maybe he put it on when my eyes were still shut. "Are you wearing a condom?" I asked in my normal voice. He tightened his grip on my wrists, remaining all the way inside me and looked up from hi assault on my breasts long enough squint his eyes at me and say "Nope. I'm going to shoot my cum deep in you, whore." I have to admit part of me really wanted it, but the bigger, more practical side said no. "Whoa whoa whoa, wait right there buddy, that wasn't the deal, you agreed..." He moved up to look me in the eye, his face hovering centimeters above mine and clamped his hand on my mouth. "Look bitch, you wanted to get raped, and it's not rape if you're calling all the shots. Now shut the fuck up." And with that he took a scarf I had laid on my bedside table so that he could tie me up if he wished and used it. He tied my wrists together tightly and then tied them over my head to my headboard. I didn't know if I was more scared or more aroused, but I think the fear fed the arousal. I didn't fight him off at all. I let him tie me up. He moved off me and I feebly kicked at him but missed. I didn't really want to hurt him and make him angry. He took my panties the rest of the way off and shoved them in my mouth. I didn't open my mouth for him but when he pinched my nose shut, I opened my mouth right away. I didn't even try to hold my breath. He opened my drawers and found a couple of pairs of tights he used to tie my ankles to opposite posts at the foot of my bed. Now I was lying face up, completely naked and spread eagle on my bed with a stranger who was going to really rape me. He knew I had no plans until later that day, because I had told him after he asked how long we had. "You really are a sexy whore, I'm really glad you put that ad up. I can't believe I'm going to get to fuck a hot piece like you, baby." He ran his hands over my stomach and up to my breasts, cupping them, pushing them together letting them go, bouncing them up and down. I was powerless to stop him, and even if I hadn't been tied up and gagged, I don't think I would have stopped him anyway. He got back into bed next to me and sucked my nipples some more, sucking harder and harder, until I thought he might actually suck them off. The pain was intense but also unbelievably arousing. I became wetter than I can ever remember being before. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation. Before too long I felt him on top of me, felt his cock pushing inside my pussy again. "You're so fucking wet baby. After I rape you and shoot a few loads up in your wonderful pussy, I wanna make love to you. Would you like that baby?" I had to be honest, so I nodded. He pulled my panties out of my mouth and kissed me. This time he wasn't so sloppy or eager, he took his time and took control of my mouth, while his cock took control of my pussy. I was more turned on than I had ever been. I felt his cock jerking as it pumped semen into my womb. I hadn't cum yet, but I didn't care. "Oh my god, you're a good whore baby. You wanna be daddy's little whore, don't you baby?" I moaned as I felt his cock get hard inside of me again and nodded. I looked up at him with big innocent eyes and moved my hips up, trying to make him go deeper inside me. "Is daddy's whore on birth control?" I shook my head no, and he grinned. "Good. I want to make my whore fat with a baby so these will get bigger and start giving milk," he said as he started pulling on my nipples with my teeth. I moaned again and threw my head back, but he pulled me back with his sharp, commanding voice. "You are to keep your eyes open and keep watching what I do to you until I say otherwise, understood?" I nodded. He pulled his cock out of me and I gave a small sigh of disappointment. He moved so that he straddled my chest and put his cock between my breasts. Using my nipples, he pulled my breasts together so they created a nice little valley for his cock to push through. I had never had someone use me for a titty wank before, and I quite liked it. Not that I got off on it, but I liked being used as an object of pleasure. He pushed my breasts together harder and harder as his hips picked up their pace and soon he was shooting more spunk all over my face. I had to close my eyes momentarily while he wipe it out of that area, but I opened them again and looked up at him, my face dripping with his cum. He held the fingers he used to get it out of my eyes to my mouth and I opened up, licking his fingers clean. He left the rest of his cum where it landed and rolled off me. He spent maybe a half hour suckling at my nipples, alternating back and forth. I still hadn't spoken. Eventually he raised himself up on one elbow and looked me in the face. "Are you all right with what we did?" I nodded. "I really do want to keep this up with you on a regular basis. I think we want the same things sexually. Do you want that? Do you want me to be your daddy and you can be my slutty baby girl? You can talk again." "Yes, I want to be your slutty baby girl, daddy." I couldn't even believe I was saying those words and meaning them, but I did. The way he went off script and really did make the rape a little more real just made me really crazy about him. "I think my little whore deserves an orgasm." He got up and untied me, allowing the blood to flow back into my limbs. He lay on his back and ordered me to get on top of him. I don't know when it happened, but his cock was hard again and ready to go. I straddled his hips and let his cock slide into my pussy. "Ok, baby, you go to town on daddy's hard cock; make yourself cum as much as you want. You deserve it, baby." He reached up and fondled my breasts while I began to ride my new daddy. Pretty soon he moved his hands to support his head and just watched me as I rode him. "Look at my baby's tits, the way they bounce. So sexy. How big are my baby's titties?" "40DD, daddy." I answered. "And my baby is sure she's not on any kind of birth control?" "None, daddy, I swear." "Oh baby, daddy is going to take such good care of you. You're going to make daddy rich, baby, but we'll talk about that later. You keep riding daddy." His hands wandered back to my breasts and he kept tugging on the nipples harder and harder, making me gasp every time. I had been riding him the whole time he was talking to me and was close to an orgasm. "Oh god, oh god daddy I'm gonna come" "Me too baby, come on daddy's cock baby girl. Oh fuck!" I came just as I felt him shooting another load into my womb. I milked every drop of semen from him before I collapsed on top of him. He rolled me to the side and put his arms around me. He kissed my forehead and smoothed my hair back. We lay a long while in the afterglow, while he absentmindedly plucked at my nipples. At some point we fell asleep and when I woke up, he was gone. I looked around and saw all his clothes were gone too. I got up and walked naked into the livingroom, where I saw a note on the coffee table. "My slutty little girl— Had to get back to the wife for a little bit, but I took your number from your phone and put mine in under Daddy. When I call, you should be just as I found you today within the hour. Love, Daddy" I felt his semen leaking on my upper thighs and felt the soreness of my nipples when I touched them. I padded back to bed and put a pillow under my hips so as not to lose more of his semen. Somehow I knew he would want me to do that. I rubbed my clit and twisted my nipples until I came again and fell asleep wondering when he would call again and to a lesser extent wondering what he meant about my making us rich. Stranger Danger **In light of the Fifty Shades of Grey obsessions, I decided to try and write my own story to join the masses. This is my first attempt, so any constructive (note: constructive means helpful, intelligent, kind advice) criticism is welcomed!!** "It's seriously fucking hot out here." Zoey said as she pulled off her t-shirt, exposing her sweaty cleavage in her tight blue tank top. "I kind of want a drink but I want to wait a little longer, for when the sun goes down and it gets cooler. Me drunk in this kind of heat isn't good." She laid back down on her towel and covered her eyes with her magazine. "We could just go inside." I offer. I glanced over my body. "I think I'm pretty tan. We've been out here for a few hours now." I checked my phone--5pm. "Yeaaaah, I guess you're right." Zoey stretched before sitting up. "What to do now? We don't have to meet Sadie at the bar until 9." I stood up and pulled my faded blue jean shorts over my warmed skin. "We could go eat somewhere." "Like where?" Zoey was busy on her phone, as usual. "I don't know...The Joint?" Zoey glanced up over the gleam of her screen and grinned. "Oh yeah, I'm sure you want to go there." "What does that mean?!" I could feel my cheeks blushing, and decided playing dumb was the best way out of my stupid suggestion. "Do you really think I'm that much of an idiot that I wouldn't know why you'd want to go there?" "It's right next to the bar, we could just walk over afterwards is what I was thinking." I started walking towards her front door. "Yeah, okay. I'm sure you probably forgot about the sexy cook there anyways, right?" I turned around and playfully shoved her. "Shut up, Zoey." She giggled. Of course she knew why I wanted to go there. I'd been crushing over the cook for months, and going there in hopes of catching a glimpse of him was pretty hit or miss. My friends all knew how I felt about this guy, since I usually make ridiculous sexual comments the whole time we're there and he's working. It's mostly just fun, since I knew nothing would ever come of it. We walked in her apartment and I plopped down on the couch. Next thing I knew, Zoey was standing over me. Her hair was done up in a messy bun that looked perfectly sculpted; her bleachy blonde front strands hanging down her face in the most attractive way. Her make-up was light, but it made a noticeable difference from a naked face. She had to be the most convincing "surfer girl" in the whole Midwest. She was wearing a black tube top and her jean shorts. "Damn, you're tan." I say as I yawn. "Have you seen yourself, sexy mama?" She asks as she hands me a brush. I look at my arms as I stretch them out. She's right--I'm also pretty damn tan. My skin is even still warm, and I smell like flowers and sunshine. I did need to fix my hair, but after that, I'd be ready to hit the town. "So, do you really want to go there?" Zoey asks as she slips on her heels. "Um...hah." I laugh nervously, biting my lip as I pull the brush through my long red hair. "I guess I wouldn't complain." "Damn right you wouldn't. We're going." "Do you think this tank top looks okay?" I adjusted my swimsuit top and slipped my plain pink tank top over it. "You look sexy, don't worry, hun!" I tried to believe her, but she looked so good, there's no way I came close to her. I guess my cleavage looked good, all tan and sweaty. But other than that, I felt like I looked like every other girl. The only thing that makes me look different than other girls at the bars is my hair--the super light reddish blonde that most girls outgrow when they are children. It's my only claim to fame. I fluffed up my hair in Zoey's mirror, my lips tilted up to one side in uncertainty. "Val, you look great. Don't worry, he'll definitely notice you." She walked out of her room to grab her keys. "Ready?" I took one more glace at myself in the mirror and applied some lip gloss. "Yeah, I guess." I slipped on my matching pink wedges and followed her out the door. ****************************************************************************************** When we pulled up to The Joint, it was packed. I wasn't surprised, since it was a beautiful, sunny 80 degree day. Loud with laughing, kids with ice-creamed mustaches, it was easy to catch a good mood from the place's ambiance. "Zoey?" Someone called from a patio table. She turned to see who it was, and practically screamed with delight. "Lilly!" She ran towards the girl and pulled her into a hug. I recognized the name as being a girl that Zoey used to dorm with when she went to the downtown university. I had a feeling they would take awhile, so I decided to go in and look around. The inside wasn't as loud as the outside, as most of the older folks were sitting at the tables, trying to escape the heat. I slid uncomfortably into a booth, as the leather was hot and sticky and my legs stuck to the material. I casually looked around the place, trying to be inconspicuous about scoping out my crush. It wasn't a big place, just one room with maybe a handful of booths and tables and a small counter. It was a very mom and pop locale, so not a ton of people were working at any given time. And I didn't see him. I sighed and sat back, looking out the window at Zoey and Lilly. Right when I did, they were hugging again and Zoey headed in towards me. "Val, that was Lilly! Do you remember her?" She sat across from me. "I do, from school?" "Yeah! Ah, it was great to see her. I haven't seen her in probably a year and a half! I haven't even heard from her. I guess she's still with that Steve guy, he was with her if you didn't see him..." I caught something out of the corner of my eye while she spoke, and it took me away from her words. He was here. There was no mistaking the long, luscious hair. Zoey must have noticed that I wasn't listening to her, because she was suddenly silent and looking across the room like I was. "Ohhhh!" She slapped my arm repeatedly. "He's here!" She stared at me expectantly. "And?" I pulled my eyes away. "Dude, go give him your number! You look hot." I looked down at myself. "Nah, I don't and I'm not gonna give him my number! How? He's busy at work and he never comes out here." Zoey started laughing as I said that, pointing out the window. "Too bad you're totally wrong and he just lit up a cigarette out there." I turned my head to look out the window, and sure enough, Zoey was right. He had walked outside, and was leaning against a black GTO, one arm resting on the rolled down window, the other smoking a cig. His long, wavy blonde hair was in a ponytail, and he had a folded black bandana wrapped around his forehead. "God, he's so fucking hot." I turned back to Zoey, who was beaming at me. "I don't get why you won't go give him your number. How long have you been coming here and staring at the guy? If he never sees you anyways, what do you have to lose? If he doesn't call you, he won't notice if you ever come back." I thought about what she said. She was right--what did I have to lose? The worst he could do is just not call. I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right." I turned back to look at him again. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt, but it was still obvious how skinny he was. That didn't turn me off--in fact, it did quite the opposite. He wasn't lacking, though. His arms were very muscular for someone so thin. I felt a surge of braveness rise up from my lower stomach. I stood up and walked towards the side door. "Val, are you actually doing it?!" Zoey downed the rest of the soda she had been drinking and practically tripped over herself to get up and follow me. I ignored her. For some reason, her words gave me courage but her voice made me nervous. I opened the door and headed to my car. Zoey was close behind, and she frowned as she stood at the passenger side door, staring a few cars over at my crush. "What are you doing at the car? I thought you were actually going to do it. You really should." I really had planned on doing it. My motivation weakened with every step. I had hoped my car would be a neutral, comforting point for me, but apparently not. I opened the door and searched for something that would give me an excuse to Zoey for having come to it. I couldn't find anything. "Ah, I don't know. I was going to, but I don't want to. Look, he's going in anyways." I nodded my head in his direction, and she turned just in time to see him walk right past his crushed cigarette butt and through the side door. "You missed your chance, bitch." Zoey laughed. I slammed the door and started walking through the parking lot towards the other end of the little strip mall. "Whatever. Let's just go to the bar now. I don't want to go back in there, anyways." She followed me, but wasn't quiet about it. "Oh, you're such a baby. How old are you? I swear, you act like a 16 year old when you're around guys. What do you think he'd do if you asked him for his phone number? Scream and run away?" "Yes. That is what I'm afraid of." "Well, then, I hope you do ask him eventually, and that he does exactly that." I opened the door of the bar for Zoey and myself. The smell of stale cigarettes and booze rushed through my nostrils. A faint scent of popcorn also floated through the air. I checked my phone--almost 8pm. It was so early yet. We still had an hour until people even started showing up. We decided to grab a table away from the bar and order food. We sat and chatted about our lives as only best friends can do--telling each other nothing we didn't already know, backhandedly throwing insults that don't even get absorbed as the other continues talking as if there was no interruption. I didn't have to check my phone for the time again. Sadie came strolling over with her sad boyfriend following behind her like a puppy, as usual. "What's uuuuup!" She yelled, reaching out for Zoey, who promptly stood up and hugged her. She then moved onto me. I stood and returned the hug. Sadie was a friend from high school that we've always stayed in touch with, but I wasn't her biggest fan. She didn't have the best reputation, and yet, her love-drunk boyfriend stood by her side through all of it. It was disgusting to watch her manipulate him when we were younger, and it seemed to just get worse as we got older. She said jump, Michael, and he said, yes ma'am, how high, and would you like me land any certain way? He did everything and anything for her, and everyone was smart to keep their mouths shut about it. One of our acquaintances in high school tried saying something to her after graduation, and she ripped her a new one. That's when we learned that relationships between two people are just that--between the two of them, and no one else's business. "Michael, go get us drinks." She waved her hand behind her head towards him, as if he was her assistant. "Bombs?" He asked without hesitation. "Good idea." She said, not looking back at him. He turned and walked away. I'd known Michael a little bit before they started dating. He was always so outgoing and friendly. A little shy, but not nearly as shy as he acted around Sadie. It was like he was always waiting for her to tell him what to do next. I was starting to think he actually enjoyed it. If he didn't, why would he stay? I have to admit, the idea of a man doing whatever I wanted him to do kind of turned me on... Michael returned with three jaeger bombs. It was nice to go to a bar we've been frequenting since we were 17, because they never carded. That was always so scandalous to us, though now I think we'd actually like to get carded. Twenty five isn't old, but it's far enough from high school and close enough to thirty that you start to think it is. We grabbed our glasses and clinked cheers. I sucked it down, then squeezed my mouth closed, trying not to completely contort my face. I'd never liked Jaeger, but bombs were so easy to get for free, so I learned to like them enough. "Ahhhh." Zoey sighed as she set her empty shot glass on our table. "And so it begins. Let's go over to the bar now. I wonder if Luke is working." She led the way as I followed. Michael didn't move, and I pretended not to notice. I heard Sadie quietly say, "Come." I was blown away. Did he really wait for her permission to move?! He followed behind her and sat next to her at the bar. I sat next to him. I wanted to get a chance to talk to him, if possible. But I knew I'd need to get some alcohol in his system if I wanted him to give me any information. "Michael, can I buy you a drink?" I offered. "Uhh..." He turned on his chair to Sadie and tapped her on the shoulder. "Sadie, is it okay if Valerie buys me a drink?" He asked in a voice I hadn't heard him use before. It was deep and friendly, not his usual high pitched, frightened voice. She leaned into him and whispered into his ear. I couldn't hear much, so I leaned a little to the side to try and hear. "If you're not in the mood tonight, that's fine. I'm probably jut gonna drink a lot with these guys, we haven't hung out in awhile, so if you wanna do your own thing, that's fine." Sadie had so much concern in her voice, and understanding. She kissed him on the cheek, patted his shoulder, and turned back to Zoey, who was ordering them more drinks. Michael turned to me. "Sure, I'll take that drink, Val." He smiled a big smile. He seemed different, like he had just woken up out of a trance. "Alright!" I hit the bar with both my hands, excited to feel that everyone here so far was on the same page. We hadn't seen each other in a while, we didn't have work in the morning, and we were gonna have fun like we hadn't had since we were younger. "What'll you have/?" "Scotch and soda." I turned to him and smiled. "Oh really? Interesting." I ordered him that and bought myselfa whiskey soda. We small talked about our jobs for awhile. He told me about his and Sadie's new condo, just down the street. "It's within walking distance, which is why I think it's cool that I'm drinking." He finished off his drink and flagged the bartender down for another. I quickly sucked the rest of mine down, and told him to grab me another as well. I decided to just go for my question. "Why do you need to ask Sadie for permission?" A brief wave of fear brushed over his face, and his body became tense. He looked down at his new drink and chuckled a little. "It's not the first time I've been asked that, but it has been awhile. I'm surprised you'd ask." He took a swig from his glass, but didn't offer any explanation. "So...?" I waited. He turned to Sadie, who turned to him and kissed him on the lips. I rarely saw them act intimate with each other. This time, I was the one who was surprised. "We're gonna go to the ladies' room. Val, you need to come?" She asked me. "No, I'm good, for now." I smirked, holding up my glass. "Ah, we've already broke the seal!" She giggled and grabbed Zoey's arm, walking off. Michael turned back to me and leaned in slightly. "Sadie and I have a...different relationship." I laughed. "You could say that. You seem totally whipped, is what it is." He nodded understandingly. "That's what everyone thinks, and that's okay." "I don't understand." "Yeah, no one would, that's why I don't explain it. People are going to think what they want anyways, so I don't need to explain myself." "Well, I want to know." He turned to me. "You aren't drunk enough yet." He laughed, ordering me another. After my third, I was starting to feel it pretty good. I hadn't drank in awhile, and I had lost so much of my tolerance. But I was feeling pretty good. Sadie and Michael were being cute and had started dancing, and Zoey had found Luke, her bartender crush. I sat there observing everyone, and eventually, Zoey noticed. "Hey, sulky, come have a drink with us!" She waved me over to where she was talking to Luke. "I'm not sulking! I'm feelin' pretty good, so I'm just enjoying it." I stood up to walk over to her, and realized I felt the drunken sensation in my head when I stood up more than I had originally thought. I sat next to her and tried to steady my eyesight. "You drunk?" She asked, giggling. No doubt she was. "Yeah, but I can definitely stand to be more drunk." I winked at her, and she looked at Luke, touching his upper arm in a flirtatious way. "Can you bring us two shots?" He smiled and turned away. "Ah, he's so damn adorable!" She clapped her hands together. "I think I can get him to take me home tonight...if I play it right." She watched him make the drinks. He was tall and built, having spent a few years in the Army. His hair was starting to grow back, and he did everything with calculated discipline. He made good drinks. He came back and set down three shot glasses and a napkin with three lime wedges. He leaned over to my side and grabbed a salt shaker. "You ladies ever had Tequila cruda?" Zoey raised her eyebrows at me, giggling again. She gets so girly when drunk. "No." We both said in unison. I tried to stay away from Tequila. My co-worker always told me, 'Tequila makes your clothes fall off.' He took Zoey's hand, and she looked at him like she'd do anything he asked. He looked up at her eyes and smiled a seductive smile. Yep, he was going to take her home. He held her hand to his mouth and licked the back of it. Zoey moaned out loud, and I laughed. He shook the salt shaker onto the now-wet spot on her hand. "Lick the salt, take the shot, and bite the lime." She grabbed the shot glass in one hand, licked her left, downed the shot, and then grabbed the lemon and bit. "MMMM!" She squealed, squeezing her eyes closed. "Ahh!" She opened her mouth and took a deep breath in. "Wow. That's sour. But that was fun!" She laughed, turning to me. She began slapping my knee. "Do it, Val! It's so fun!" I giggled and reached out for the salt shaker. I licked my hand, poured on the salt, and took the shot just as Zoey did. I had the same reaction. "Wow. That is strong and salty." Zoey kept laughing and flirting with Luke. I reached in my wallet to grab some money, but Luke pushed it away. "It's on the house." He looked at Zoey as he said it, and I realized that for the rest of the night, she was a lost cause. I sighed and decided to look for Sadie and Michael. They were still dancing. I checked my phone--10:15. Where the hell were our other friends that said they were coming? Or did they work until later? I decided to go out for some fresh air, since I was starting to feel pretty unsteady. I walked out the door, and the warm air enveloped me again. It was getting late, but the temperatures weren't dropping. I wasn't complaining; I love warm weather. I was still wearing my swimsuit top under my shirt, so I adjusted it. My boobs were slightly sweaty, so they were glistening. They were also tan from having sat out all day. They looked great, and I wanted to make sure they were noticed. When I thought they were good, I straightened out my shirt and looked back up at the parking lot. I was hoping some more of my friends would show, so I would have an excuse to keep drinking. It was starting to look like the night was over, since Zoey was planning on leaving with that bartender and Sadie & Michael were doing their own thing. I decided then that I was done drinking for the night. I was pretty drunk already, and if no one else was going to show to take me home, I would need to sober up or risk sleeping in the parking lot. Fresh air always sobers me up a little more than being inside, so I sat on the curb. The bar was loud, and I could hear music and laughing just as loudly as if I was inside. I heard some commotion to my right. I turned to see three girls laughing, walking out of The Joint. The lights were off, and they had their keys. Two of them got into one car, and the other waved. She turned and walked back to the side door, opening it just as someone else was walking out. It was my crush, handing her her purse. Stranger Danger She was leaning against the tree. It was twilight and her dark long wavy hair was shining on the last sunlight for the day. Summer was in the air and so were love, passion, and desire. Her brown almond shaped eyes glittered, under the long eyelashes, with craziness and youth. She was up to something. Her round big bottom was barely hidden under the tiny school skirt, which was made shorter on purpose. She had her white shirt unbuttoned so you could see the black lace of the bra showing supporting her breasts. Only 18, she was already naked in the mind of every man that passed by her. When the sun finally disappeared behind the hills of the park, she saw him coming. He was taller than her, in a good shape, well defined arms and chest. His gorgeous body, however, was put in normal clothes: jeans and a t-shirt. His dark, short hair was moving from the wind and the beautiful round eyes had their sight on the girl. He pressed his big lips. She smiled naughtily. When he reached her, they didn't say a word to each other. It was pure love, but also lust in their looks. She kissed him passionately and slowly. He kissed her back and put his hands on her waist slowly going on her ass and finally underneath the skirt. She sensed it and smiled to him. They didn't have anywhere to go to satisfy their longing for each other. Even though it was dark there were still people. They didn't care about being watched, but did care what might go on their police records. They went to the nearest house. The lights were off and there were no dogs barking. It looked suitable. He unlocked the door with his pocket knife and came in. They were in luck. No people. It was small, designer furniture, expensive house. It probably belonged to a rich young bachelor. They didn't notice that, though. He pressed her against the wall next to the stairs, kissing and touching her, everywhere. The desire was too much! He ripped off her shirt and touched her breasts that were coming off from the bra. Not even bothering with clothes he ripped off her lace bra, leaving her with skirt and high heels. And he knew she never wore underwear. She put one of her legs on the upper stair and he started slowly to slide into her. It immediately made her moan of pleasure. He pushed again. And again. He pressed her against the wall, her knees wrapped around him, his hands holding her. It was enormous pleasure. She was having orgasms already. Her penis was big and her pussy so wet and tight. He was pushing into her harder and harder. He took her in his arms on to the expensive sofa, bent her over and started licking her ass, making circles with his tongue around her asshole. He made it wet just with his mouth, moved up her skirt and slowly went into her ass, fucking her. Suddenly the door opened. A young, suited gentleman went inside, absolutely shocked at the sight of the two teenagers fucking on his couch. He was supposed to be mad, shout at them and kick them out. But he wasn't. He was aroused. The sight of the girl, but also the sight of the boy as well turned him on. He didn't say a word. Just poured himself a whiskey. And sat on a chair. Made a gesture for the two to go on. The couple thought for a sec and decided they were still too aroused and this excited them. So they went on. When the final scream of pleasure was out, the man stood up and took of his tie. He went to the girl and put his hard penis into her mouth. Her boyfriend was shocked. He hated it, but was also electrified. He went into her pussy and started fucking her. After that, they changed. She grabbed on her boy's big dick, licked it, put spit on it, made it wet. Kissed it. The other guy was under her fucking her, touching her breasts. She enjoyed the two men wanting her, satisfying her. Her sight, however, was locked on her boys eyes. They caught a sight of each other, a sight of pure love. And then she went on licking his dick, until the cum came on all of her face. He leaned and kissed her messed up face, kissed every inch of it. To be continued!