Alex

"Hope, he seems harmless and he's obviously a fan of ours, so why don't you go get some drinks for me and my new friend here?" Alex exasperatedly told her friend as Hope scowled and went to the drink stand, leaving me and Alex to get to know each other better.

"Sorry about her. Anyway, what's your name sweetie? You're the first guy who hasn't been so intimidated by Hope to come and talk to me," she tells you, clearly liking what she's seeing since her eyes seem to be scanning you as much as yours are scanning her.

"It's John, Alex. And I hope you remember it in case you need to scream it later," you tease her, sighing in relief when she laughs at your forwardness, Hope's arrival spoiling the party you two are having.

"Alex, I can't believe you're laughing at such an obvious attempt at getting you out of that dress," Hope scolded her, handing her both drinks so she could hand me mine herself.

"You know what Hope? Servando ain't here, so if I want to get some cock tonight, you can't stop me. And as uptight as you are right now, maybe you should go find someone else to bother and get some yourself," Alex told her, Hope sneering at us as she left in a huff, Alex calling me over to a table and having me sit next to her.

"Did you really meant what you said Alex? Or did you just say it to get rid of Hope," you ask her, your cock growing stiff at the thought of fucking her later, your hand wandering to her thigh and resting there as you awaited her answer.