“I’m not, she’s just not my type.”
“Have a few more beers and she will be, hell, any of the girls here will be with enough alcohol.”
I shake my head listening to his absurd comment. I’m not about to get drunk in order to hook up with some chick. If I’m going to hook up with someone I want them to be a ten and I damn well want to remember it. Nash checks my beer, then hits me in the back of the head teasingly. “I’m gonna get us a few more brews.”
Sitting back I watch the group of girls dance. One in particular is cute. She’s blonde and reminds me of Arion. I watch her move, noticing how free she is. Arms in the air, long, blonde hair all wild and messy. Fuck, I’m horny. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or her. Then she glances at me and I hold my stare. Normally I would look away, but something about her intrigues me.
She points to her friend, the redhead gesturing that she likes me and I shake my head pointing back at her. She turns her finger on herself, with a bright red face and I nod my head.
She takes her hands and weaves them into her hair turning away from me and begins to dance some more. It’s like she is putting on a show, for me. Her friend is good and wasted, by her moves you can see she would be fun, but she looks like perhaps too many fun times have come her way. No, thank you.
Nash passes me my beer as he stands talking to a group of people.
I don’t bother looking at him for long. Instead my eyes are on the blonde. She keeps looking at me as she moves and I love how my body responds to her. Everything is hot, from my head to my toes. That includes my cock, blood rushes to it, causing it to bulge in my pants.
She turns to me and gestures that I follow her, getting up I grab my crutches and make my way behind her. I make sure to keep a little distance between us, but my eyes are always on her sweet ass in a pair of tight jeans. She turns into the bathroom and I hesitate for half of a second, because of my leg, but then I envision her dancing for me and I keep going.
She’s waiting for me, leaning on the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. The second I walk in, she moves, closing and locking the door behind me. “Hi,” she says.
“Hey,” I respond and remove my crutches, resting them against the wall, while I prop my body up on the sink. “You know if Trish knew I was in here with you, she’d be pissed as fuck.”
“Well, good for Trish,” I tell her. “I don’t even know her, plus she’s not my type.”
“But I am?” she questions, stepping to me, pressing our bodies closely together.
“You are.”
“So are you,” she says, wrapping her arms around me and looking in my eyes.
Then without warning, I kiss her. Going right in for her soft, pink lips. She moans in response moving her hands to my hair. Our mouths become a tangled mess. Not only does she kiss like Arion, but she also tastes like her.
Taking my hands, I cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. With my eyes tightly shut, I imagine that I am in this moment with Arion. She kisses me harder and I’m rewarded with her two nipples as they pucker for me.
Trailing my hands down I grab the bottom of her shirt pulling it over her head. She unclasps her bra and the instant that she is topless, I pull away, taking a good look at her perfect tits.
It’s been too long since I’ve seen a pair of these, or felt them for that matter. Reaching up I caress both of them. She surprises me by reaching into my pants while we get lost in another kiss. I can’t help but let out a moan when her warm hand makes contact with my aching cock. She’s aggressive just like Arion and I love that.
She smiles unbuttoning my jeans and kneels in front of me. I watch what she is doing and it doesn’t take her but half of a second to pull my cock out. She jerks the skin of my shaft and already I want to blow.
“Can I suck you?” she asks.
“By all means,” I respond. She takes me into her mouth, hard and ready. The tightness of her lips is really something else. Her eyes are locked on mine as she moves. She has the bluest of eyes and I think that is where the resemblance to Arion lies. I can’t help but reach down with one of my hands and tug on her nipple. While my other hand has to brace my weight against the countertop.