Kiss him

We closed the distance almost immediately, both of us understanding exactly what we wanted. I opened my mouth and let him enter me, feeling his hot tongue move around my mouth, before I thrust mine deep into him. I could feel our saliva mixing together as my heartbeat got faster and faster, a fire lighting inside me.

His arms wrapped around my back and pulled me close, as I put mine around the base of his neck, each of us pulling the other closer, wrapping our bodies up tight. My heavy, sensitive breasts met his muscular chest, and the pressure on them felt so satisfying as my nipples rose to attention, threatening to burrow through my bra. The drink must be playing on us both as I pushed him back against the fridge door, kissing him deeply, before he flipped me over so my back was to the wall, pressing me firmly up against it.

The music was loud but I couldn’t hear it, I was so lost in this moment, eyes closed, totally caught up in the sensation. A minute passed, then five, then seven. We parted our lips at last, a string of saliva still hanging between us.

“We should go somewhere more private.”

Trent said, breathlessly, as I nodded back. He interlaced his fingers with mine as we started moving through the crowd towards the exit, my face flush with heat, like my whole body was burning up in the most pleasant way. I’d never felt like this before, and absolutely not from just a kiss, especially with a guy. My knees even felt a little weak after it. On the way out I saw Ashley and briefly explained the situation, whispering in her ear as she had an excited smile for me. At least Lisa’s friends would know she was safe as she walked out with a perfect stranger.

The taxi ride to Trent’s place was a blur as we kept kissing in the backseat. Any time we broke away from each other it felt wrong, so we went back to exploring the inside of each-other’s mouths quickly. A five minute drive from campus and we were there, a high rise apartment block with art-deco design touches and material craftsmanship that screamed quality. I was a little surprised at how nice it was for a guy who was at a university party, but knowing Trent might be rich turned me on a little too. Was I was becoming the kind of woman attracted to the gold digger lifestyle? An evil grin spread upon my lips at the idea of me being any type of woman at all.

Soon we were in the elevator, with Trent going to press the…