Smut Til You Drop by T.J. Holland Page B

ordered another
shot, reached into my purse and saw a twenty get passed over me,
another glass poured and Johnny handed me my drink. “To you,” he
said and downed his glass. Fuck. There are always those times in
your life when you know, regardless of how drunk you are, where
things are going to end up. I had a decision to make and fast. If I
didn’t want to end up with my panties lost in Johnny’s room this
evening, I needed to say I didn’t feel well and run back to my
dorm, lock the door and not let myself out until my blood alcohol
level returned to zero. But as he stood there in his black shirt
and black pants with his built body underneath I wanted nothing
more than to see what all the fuss was about. “To us,” I
replied.
    Things get fuzzy when shots are on the menu
but the sex was crystal clear. It all started with a backrub. An
innocent kind-hearted gesture. Bullshit. Don’t ever believe that
ladies. All backrubs are is a way to get physical without your
pretty little head thinking it’s a gateway to sex. Trust me, it’s
like walking down the gangplank to a waiting plane. You might not
end up in the air within a few minutes but the chances of you
running screaming the other way in time aren’t good at
all. 
    I was lying facedown on his bed with my
little black dress straining to keep my ass covered. My heels had
long ago been removed and were dropped by his bedroom door. He
straddled my ass and began to rub my shoulders and neck. That’s
nice. He slowly was working my muscles and if he wasn’t careful,
I’d be asleep in minutes. Nope, he’d done this before because his
hands were working my back area and reaching around to the sides
near my breasts. He didn’t touch my breasts, not yet. But he knew
enough that my nipples had turned rock hard in anticipation and my
breathing was becoming more shallow by the minute.
      Then, he got up off
my ass which was getting very restless during the massage and moved
to the end of the bed. Whew. That was close. “You’re legs and feet
must be sore from dancing in those shoes.” He softly lifted a foot
and began to rub. This was nice. My body was relaxing as if it had
been fooled into thinking that he was trying to make a pass at me
when he really wasn’t. That was a relief. Then, he began to rub the
other foot, then my calves. He continued to make his way up my legs
to my thighs. Hello! The tips of his fingers got to within an inch
of the cloth of my panties and I was gasping for air. Remain calm,
remain calm. You don’t want him to know that you want nothing more
than to fuck his brains out right now! Again, he moved both hands
up and down my thighs. Accidently brushing my panties from time to
time. He never said a word but he had to have noticed that each
time the fabric was more and more wet. Then, he started massaging
my ass. I sucked in air as he reached up and grabbed both cheeks in
his hands. “You’re so tense.” You have no fucking idea! My pussy
was on fire and yearning for his hands to massage it
too! 
    After what felt like forever with his hands
on my ass, my body was shaking. I needed him inside me now! I
turned myself over so that I could see him, then grabbed the back
of his head and kissed him as hard as I could. Green light. He
kissed me back with force and I was instantly moving my hips up and
down to press myself against his rock hard cock which was ready to
go. How long had he been that way? Doesn’t matter. I need it!
    He began to bite my lip and again I pushed
my hips as high as they would go, showing him I was ready! He
smirked and laughed, “Patience.” Fuck me! This was gonna be good!
He slowly and softly kissed my neck and ear and began to very
lightly caress my breasts. Shit, I was gonna cum before I even got
my panties off. My body was shaking and he again smirked and slowed
down even more. Fuck! Come on! He slid his hands down my body and
began to lift my dress over my head. Finally! As I laid there in my
bra and panties he