She always seemed to get me tied up in her crazy plans. I swear, I was supposed to be home and in bed, watching Say Yes To The Dress. As depressing as it may sound to some, for me, it was a perfect Friday night. A little Ben and Jerry’s would make it even better.

Hazel’s giggle caused me turn around, and there she is, my best friend, dancing on the bar, with no blouse on. I shook my head and started to get up to grab her, but her boyfriend, Kirkland got to her first. He wrapped a blanket around her and pulled her down. He motioned to me that they were going upstairs to his room, and quickly gathered her up in his arms, and ran up the stairs.

Great, now I’m left down here with 10 virtual strangers. Hazel had taken my car keys earlier, so that I wouldn’t leave, and shown me to a guest room for me to crash in. As I look around at the other people, most are still coupled up. I decide to grab a soda and a snack, and head up to my room.

I close the fridge and out of nowhere a tall, dark haired guy that I had noticed earlier, pushed me back onto the fridge door, pinned my shoulders, and before I could move or fight him off, plants a kiss on my lips. He pulls back, and smiles, then comes back in for another kiss. He released my shoulders, and gently grabbed the sides of my face. He kissed me like the dark stranger kisses a girl in all of the old movies I like to watch. It was seductive and strangely passionate, considering I didn’t even know his name. I had been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breath away, and made me feel lightheaded. Although it could have been because of the tricky punch I’d had earlier, I strongly doubted it.

The stranger pulled back again, and his eyes twinkled as he let go of my face.

“Well, well, well. It was as nice as I’d thought it would be.” he said.

I stared at him blankly. He seemed quite confident in himself. It bordered on cockiness.

“Was it as good for you, Princess?” His eyes almost danced now.

I’ve never been good at flirting, so I just smiled. The punch had me feeling pretty relaxed, but not enough to loosen my tongue. It didn’t matter, a second later I was back against the fridge. This time he didn’t just assault my lips. He parted my mouth and teased my tongue with his. I haven’t had many tongues in my mouth, but I could tell his tongue had played in a more than a few. It was so strong and sure. It left me no doubt that he was in control. I felt my clit begin to throb. Good thing I had thought to pack my tiny travel vibrator. I was gonna need it after this kissing session. I asked myself repeatedly why I was allowing this. I was too distracted by this mind blowing moment to come up with an answer.

He started kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobes. All the while, his hands were rubbing my hips and ass. I should have rethought the short skirt I was wearing, but more than that, I should have ignored Hazel’s suggestion to go without panties. She’d said the panty line was noticeable, and since I was too prude to wear a thong, I should go without tonight. Maybe this was the one time I should have followed my own mind. Just then, I felt his mouth on my nipple. I hadn’t even noticed him unbutton my blouse, yet there he was, suckling on me like a newborn baby. I heard him moan, loud and deep. Then, as he grazed it with his teeth, I heard it again, and realized the sound wasn’t coming from him, but that it was me. One of his hands made it under my skirt, and directly to my wet spot. He zeroed in on my throbbing clit, and rubbed it slowly but steadily. As he sucked on the one nipple and pinched the other firmly, his pace quickened on my hot and hard clit. His lips met mine again, and his thumb was now working my clit, as his first two fingers entered me. I gasp and he kisses me harder as his fingers continue to make my head spin.

Never leaving my hot spot or my mouth, he maneuvers us over to the kitchen table. I found myself lying back, and after stroking me a few more times with his fingers, he quickly snatched his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. He darted his hard tongue into my hole, and hungrily lapped up my juices. He explored every inch of it inside, slurped on it, the sounds sending me into a frenzy. I lift my hips to make it easier for him to lick me freely. His fingers were back inside of me, fucking me hard, but instead of his thumb on my clit, this time it was his wet, hot, hungry mouth. Licking it feverishly and sucking it like a pacifier. He was pounding my pussy so hard, I could hear my juices splashing. He reached up and grasped a nipple between his fingers. Rolling and squeezing it, while he continued to make my pussy tremble and constrict. I felt the heat rush up my body, from my inner thighs, and my body began to stiffen.

All at once, he stopped. He stopped everything, and just stood there, looking at me wiggle on the table. I wanted him badly, and he knew it. My whole body was on fire, and little trembles moved throughout me.

Do I play it cool, and get up now, fix my clothes and go up to my room alone? Do I invite him up with me to finish what he started? Whatever I decided, two things were for sure. I would never forget this night, and I might just take that damn Hazel’s suggestions more often.