//5// And If We’re Victims of the Night

Loud music came blaring through an old jukebox against the wall, the notes drifting above and around pool tables, chairs, legs, heads, and beer glasses before assaulting me with the notes of some horrific pop song MTV was trying to call music; Autotune had been severely overused, and chances are the young girl singing had never experienced any of the things she was singing about.  I knocked back the shot of bourbon stationed in front of me, snorting a laugh as I watched some OSU co-eds grinding each other on the dance floor.  For a moment, I contemplating rolling the die in the “Which One of You Ladies Knows Who I Am” game, but after watching the way these girls were making out with any guy in the bar, I decided it wouldn’t even have been fair to them.

I motioned to the bar tender—a petite brunette with a large chest and too much makeup (she’d have been pretty, if only for the Barbie-doll blue covering her eyes)—and requested another shot.  She obliged, flashing a surprisingly sincere smile across her crimson-stained lips.  For a brief moment, I allowed myself the indulgence of returning her smile, feeling a previously vacant warmth to spread through my chest.  The warmth only served to spread further, touching in to my abdomen as she waved away the five dollar bill I held in my hand with a meek shrug and the words “on the house” mouthed across the bar.

The shot slid down the back of my throat easily, the warmth from my interaction with the bar tender being amplified by the effects of the alcohol.  I felt my fingers begin to tingle.  An easy smile slid on my lips, my mind a blissfully foggy shade of incoherence.  I flagged my bar tender down for another shot, flashing her my coyest smile as she slid it over to me.  I saw her cheeks tinge pink in the low light of the bar, and I’m almost positive I saw her wink.

In retrospect, it would be obvious to any rational, sane, sober individual that this girl was whoring herself out for a fat tip.  I, at the time becoming increasingly inebriated and courageous, interpreted her flirtation in the only way any horny, stupid, completely obliterated idiot could possibly:  she wanted me.

It was getting toward last call, and I had managed to convince myself that I had one thing, and one thing only, that I could do once the bar crowd thinned out:  I had to ask this girl back to my apartment.  I stuck around, on the same bar stool, until there was only one other guy—much more intoxicated than I—with his head resting on his arm lying across the bar.  The bar tender nudged him, and his head lifted every so slowly.  She pointed to her wrist, advising him it was time to go.  I watched as he pushed himself off the bar stool, his balance wavering momentarily before he swerved out of the bar.

When I returned my attention to the bar tender, she was standing directly across the bar from me, one hand on her hip, her eyebrows raised in expectation.  I stood up off the stool, my balance only one degree north of my predecessor to the door.  “Thank you,” I managed to say to her, the smile returning to my face.  “I hope you have a good evening.”

She only nodded, that same smile she flashed me earlier sliding on her mouth again.  My eyes were drawn to the deep red color on her lips; I enjoyed the way it hugged the thick curves of her mouth, emphasizing their plumpness.  My throat suddenly became dry and words failed to come.  I simple nodded in return, then began my exit of the bar.

My hand was on the door when she spoke.

“I’ll be off in about fifteen, if you want to wait for me.  I can give you a lift home.”

**

Twenty minutes later, I was in the front seat of the bar tender’s car.  She introduced herself as Anna, a Liberal Arts undergraduate at OSU.  “It’s nice to meet you, Anna,” I responded.  “I’m Zac,”

The blush I saw earlier crept back to her cheeks, and she held her eyes on the road, a giggle that sounded more like a full-on laugh emerging from her beautiful lips.  “I know who you are,” she confessed.

I was beginning to sober up, a pit forming in my stomach at the realization that I had gotten in to the vehicle of a total stranger who knew who I was.  The number of strange women who thought they knew me because they knew of me was simply astounding, and rather terrifying.  I swallowed around a lump that was beginning to form in my throat as rationale began to settle in.  I was going to ask her to stop the car when I realized she hadn’t even begun to drive.  “Oh, um…you probably need directions to my house if you’re going to take me home, huh?”

“It would be helpful,” she laughed.

I guided her the few blocks up the road to my complex, giving the parking lot attendant a thumbs up as we drove by to indicate this car was allowed in; for tonight.  “I really could have walked,” I told her when she’d parked the car.

“True,” she agreed.  “But, if you had walked, would you have gotten this?” she leaned across the seat then, unfastening her seatbelt as she did so, and pressed those delicious lips to mine.  For a few seconds, I couldn’t move; I couldn’t even think.  Before my brain could tell my penis this was probably not the best idea, I had dragged Anna in to my lap, pressing my lips against hers roughly.  She flicked my bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, then pushed it just between my lips, dragging it from left to right.  Her teeth nipped my upper lip, and I felt her shifting above me, her hand finding its way between our bodies, inching lower until it rested over my already-stiffening cock.

A deep groan fell from my lips and I grabbed Anna’s hips, pulling her down harder on top of me as I ground in to her hand.  What sounded like a groan mixed with a squeak tumbled out of her mouth, her hand now wrapped around me over my pants.  “You know,” I nipped the exposed flesh of her collarbone.  “I have a pretty comfortable bed just up stairs,” I suggested.

“That sounds like an incredible idea,” she replied, opening the door and stepping.  She dragged me from the car next, pulling me to the stair well after securing her alarm.  I led her up the few flights of stairs to my apartment; it took twice as long as it should have because Anna stopped on each landing, pushing me against the walk and rubbing her hands over my throbbing erection.  The sensations were so electric, I could have cum right there, surrounded by concrete and the stench of old piss.

After what seemed like an agonizing six minutes, I was fumbling to fit my key in to the door, Anna’s hands wrapping around my waist and reaching for me from behind.  A pleasurable shudder racked my body as I finally turned the key in to the lock and swung the door open.  We stumbled inside, me turning around to face her and pushing the door with one hand while I grabbed her waist with the other.  Bodies and lips connected once more, we began peeling our clothes off one another, leaving a clichéd trail of clothing from the door to the bedroom.

There were only two thin layers of cotton between us as we fell on to my bed, a tangle of limbs, lips, hair, and lustful gazes.  I could feel her wetness through her panties, the sensation only straining my cock against my boxer-briefs that much more.  She rolled us over so that I was on my back, her creamy thighs resting on either side of my hips.  My hands instinctively ran up the inside of her thighs, my fingers sinking in to the flesh of her hips, gently tugging her down on top of me.

Rocking her hips against me slowly, she leaned forward, teeth catching the lobe of my right ear between them before she whispered to me.  “Do you have a condom?” she asked, matter-of-factly.

“Top drawer of the nightstand,” I managed.

She sat up, moving her hips forward as she did so.  The action sent lighting flashing across my eyes the entire time she leaned over to retrieve the condom.  She straightened up with another rock of her hips before lifting herself off me.  Carefully she slid my boxers-briefs down, taking in a sharp breath as my cock bounced free.  I watched her unwrap the condom, placing it over the head of my penis as she shifted over me.  A moment later, she had bent her head, sliding the condom the rest of the way on with her lips and tongue.

I almost erupted right then, only the realization that her mouth was no longer surrounding me able to hold me back.  She shifted above me again, this time removing her panties and tossing them over the side of the bed before straddling me again.  She slowly lowered herself on to me until I completely filled her; I heard her growl softly as her muscles expanded and adjusted to me.

Anna began to move above me, rocking her hips back and forth in a steady rhythm.  I was having a hard time containing myself, resorting to pinching my thigh to distract me from the warmth spreading through my pelvis.  Anna bent over, her breasts crushing against me as her lips found my neck and began trailing wet kisses along my skin.  My hands ran up her sides, finding the soft round of her shoulder; her slender neck.

I held my hand loosely there for just a brief moment, seeing if she gauging her reaction to the placement of my hands.  To my surprise, instead of a terrified look in her eye I saw a spark as she pressed her neck forward a little, creating pressure against her windpipe.  She let out a throaty moan, encouraging me to tighten my grip.

My heart sped up as Anna’s movements became more frenzied; it seemed the tighter my fingers circled around her delicate throat, the harder she ground down against me, and the faster her hips moved.  I had worked my hips in to sync with hers, our bodies rising and falling to meet one another with a hard smack.  She was whimpering now, her hands wrapped around my forearms and her nails leaving crescent-shaped divots in my flesh.

I felt myself rushing toward climax, my movements becoming more desperate as I anticipated the release.  My fingers tightened just a bit more around Anna’s throat, causing her to slam down on me and grind her hips forward; her muscles tightened all around me and her body shook above me; I realized she had reached her peak and the sight and feel of her above me—cheeks slightly purple from lack of blood flow, the way she shook against me—caused me tumble over the edge.

My hands dropped from her neck to her hips, and I pulled her hard down to me, wishing it were physically possible to be even closer to her.  My hips bucked forward and I came, burying myself as deeply as I could inside of her.  Moments later, both of our bodies had relaxed, Anna climbing off me slowly and sliding in to the bed next to me.

Swallowing, I sat up, carefully dealing with the condom before climbing back in to bed.  Anna had already fallen asleep, a soft smile on her lips, and I couldn’t bear to wake her.  Falling back against the pillow, I struggled to place the feeling in the pit of my stomach.  It felt cold and on the verge of imploding.

It felt like a black hole.

 

 

 

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