Go find a bedroom

You break off the kiss reluctantly, panting heavily into her flushed cheek. “Bedroom?” you manage to croak out, a question more than a statement. She nods fervently in agreement, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she leans into your touch.

With renewed urgency, you both fight your way through the sea of bodies towards the back exit marked ‘Members Only’. Luckily, the pledge watching the door recognizes you from your visit with Tom and waves them through without so much as a second glance at their disheveled state.

Once inside the relative quiet of an empty hallway, you stagger against the wall, kissing each other like it’s your last chance to taste each other’s lips. You find an empty room and quickly fall into it.

You turn to face Jennifer, heart pounding in your chest like a drum as you tug on her hand lightly, pulling her closer still until there’s barely an inch between your lips and hers...

“Not so fast,” she whispers teasingly, breaking the intense eye contact you had both been holding. “I know what you really want, John.” She grins mischievously, leaning forward so that her breasts press against your chest, nipples hardening through the thin fabric of their confinement.

“Please... Jennifer...” Your voice cracks again, and embarrassment floods over you as warm beads of sweat break out on your brow. You’re so damn close, but she knows it—she always knows it—and she loves to tease you mercilessly.

“Hand stuff,” she says finally, relenting slightly. “Just hand stuff for now.” She tilts her head back up to look at you with that same knowing smile dancing across her lips.

You nod frantically, unable to form coherent words as your hands fumble clumsily to unfasten the complicated knot holding her dress together behind her back. Once it’s finally free, she slowly slides the fabric off of her shoulders, revealing more of those perfect tits bound tightly by a lacy black bra that she must know drives you insane with desire.

Your fingers tremble as you reach out tentatively, gently tracing circles around her bra strap before finally gathering up the courage to brush against the soft, supple flesh it’s meant to contain. Her moan echoes in your ears like sweet music, and you can feel her nipples harden even more underneath your touch.

“That’s a good boy,” she purrs seductively, arching her back invitingly. “Just keep doing that... just enjoy feeling my tits in your hands.” Her breath comes faster as you continue your exploration of her bare skin, working your way downwards along her abdomen until you finally reach the hemline of her thong.

With bated breath, you pause momentarily, debating whether or not to go through with it—to finally indulge in that one forbidden fantasy that has haunted your dreams since puberty struck like a hammer blow. You look up at Jennifer’s face, pleading silently for even the slightest indication of what she wants you to do...

And as if she’s read your mind, she gives you a sly grin and whispered huskily, “Take it off.”

Your heart nearly explodes with excitement and terror in equal measure at her words. Your hands tremble so hard that you barely manage to fumble with the tiny, delicate fabric ribbon holding up her thong. With a gasp of nervous anticipation, Jennifer lifts one slender leg up onto a nearby chair, exposing herself completely to you. Your eyes devour every inch of her perfect, smooth body.

“Now touch me... feel how wet you’ve made me,” she whispers huskily, her breath hot on your earlobe.

Swallowing thickly against the lump in your throat, you reach cupping her sex in your palm and rubbing your thumb lightly across her sensitive little nubbin. She lets out a sigh of pure pleasure that sends shivers running down your spine, hips rocking involuntarily against your touch.

“That’s it,” she moans encouragingly. “Don’t stop now... give me more.” Her words are like gasoline on a raging fire, fueling your desire until you can barely think straight anymore.

Taking courage from her obvious enjoyment of what you’re doing, you slide two fingers inside of her tight, hot hole, gasping in surprise at how warm and wet she feels. Jennifer makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper as you begin to slowly thrust your fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy, your free hand still massaging and teasing her sensitive clit with feather-light touches.

“Oh god... oh fuck...” she gasps out breathlessly, arching her back even further against you as her body begins to tremble and twitch in growing pleasure. “I’m close... I can feel it coming... John... don’t stop... please...”

With one final thrust of your fingers deep inside her tight hole, she lets go of all remaining restraint and pounds into her hips into your hand with reckless abandon, hips thrusting in sync with your rapid fist-pump motion.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the distance, a faraway voice is screaming “FUCKING DIRTY FUCKERS!”

The sound of the angry yell penetrates through the haze of lust and desire that had enveloped you like a suffocating blanket. Your hips jerk involuntarily, knocking your thumb against Jennifer’s sensitive spot with enough **** to send her over the edge. Her body convulses violently as an earth-shattering orgasm wracks through her, her walls clenching tightly around your invading fingers and throbbing rhythmically in pure ecstasy.

“Oh god... oh my god...” she moans out incoherently, her voice sounding both pained and ecstatic all at once. Tears are streaming down her face from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her body.

Panting heavily, her chests heaving up and down as she catches her breath, you slowly pull your fingers out of her slick hole, licking them clean of her sweet nectar before leaning in to kiss her moist lips passionately. “

That was... incredible,” she gasps out between pants for air. “I-I never... it felt like... nothing... ever...” Jennifer adds breathlessly, words failing her as she tries to put into words the mind-blowing intensity of what just happened.

She remains locked in her post-orgasmic embrace, **** to let go even as reality slowly begins to creep back in. In the distance, you can still hear someone shouting obscene epithets.

Just as Jennifer finally starting to regain her composure, there comes a loud pounding on the bedroom door. “You better not be fucking on my bed! Open up this damn door right now!” It was clear from the deep voice that belonged to whomever it was outside that whoever it was, they are not messing around.