Blowing Ethan's...Mind

I hopped off the bus a single street over from the bar we were supposed to meet at. The ride had been nerve-wracking, I had no idea what the code would be, and it felt like all the passengers were talking about me. Not to say that I actually was the center of attention, I'm not quite that pretty yet.

I loved and hated the attention. Love was slowly winning out with each admiring glance and scandalized glare, bolstering my confidence. The old Marissa that shrunk into the background would just have to suck it up.

A part of me was disappointed no one had found my code by the time I reached the restaurant. I-i mean, I was relieved I didn't have to flash someone on the sidewalk! Yeah.

Now, this might come as a shock, but I wasn't much of a bar or even really an **** kinda girl. I couldn't stand the taste most of the time and didn't like how drunk people acted. Bad experiences with my family and alcoholism didn't help.

All this to say, that I wasn't sure how standard the bright and open building was for a bar. Actually, what even was the difference between a bar and a club or restaurant? They had an outdoor dining area on one side, a small dancefloor lined with booths and an actual bar with a couple of scantily dressed bartenders. Did Vanessa say what this place was exactly?

I saw a group of familiar people standing outside. I raised a limp hand in greeting, suddenly paralyzed by doubt. My mouth went dry and my breathing hitched. A whimper half escaped me. OhFuckWhatIfTheyHate—

"Eeee!!! You look amazing!" A tall, curvy blonde squealed.

Vanessa lunged forward to smother my head in her bountiful bosom. I sagged into her embrace, mumbling a response and letting her babble wash over me. It was hardly the first time she'd done this. Probably half the reason we were still friends, really.

A strong hand saved me from blissful suffocation. "Let the poor girl breathe, babe." The deep voice of Andre, Vanessa's husband, sent shivers right to my pussy. He grinned down at me, his dark skin making his teeth appear even brighter. "You do look fantastic Marissa, hardly recognized you!" He patted my back, almost sending me to the floor

"Don't say it like that!" Vanessa gasped.

"No-no, s'alright. I haven't dressed up like this in years." I admitted.

Vanessa drew me into her side as we headed in and a server set us up in a booth that could seat eight. The blonde shoved me into the corner next to a bemused Ethan. I held in a squeak when my hand landed on his knee in my flailing. Where'd all my Dancer's Grace go!?

"Hi there, you new at the office?" He gave me what was probably meant to be a suave grin. "I'm Ethan."

A tiny piece of me whimpered and died right then and there. "Uh, I'm Marissa? I work in payroll, I helped you with your paycheck a few months ago?" We talk once a week! About work stuff... I sank into the cushion.

He went as red as I felt. "I—! I am so sorry, you look really different and— I've never been to a bar like this—" I was reminded that Ethan was 22 and this was his first real job.

Okay, deep breaths Marissa, he's more scared of you than you are of him. I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "It's fine! Big change, I know... I actually haven't gone to one of these before either!"

Slowly, hesitantly, we relaxed into a real conversation.

"You've seen that show too!? The animation is rough sometimes, but—" His blue eyes brightened.

"Mr.Ross is a pretty good boss —yes, really!— for a company in our sector at least. At my internship, the boss was this nepo hire and the niece of the CEO. She knew nothing about—"

After the meal and first round of drinks, I made my first move. I sidled up closer to him and, intentionally this time, put my hand on his thigh, squeezing the muscle. I added a touch of sultry seduction to my voice.

"So, uh, do you work out a lot? You're very fit for an IT guy." I winced. That's the best you can do, me!? I parted my lips and batted my eyelashes at him as a last resort.

He puffed up. "Yeah." Flexing, he explained, "I was never any good at most sports, but in college I started swimming at the pool, even joined the reserve team!"

I made impressed noises. Whew! I managed to recover.

Two hours in, Vanessa and the other girls, Naomi and Isabel, dragged me to the bathroom to 'freshen up'. They pinned me in place with their hungry gazes. Naomi started off the interrogation.

"Are you planning on eating that poor, innocent boy?" She looked honestly worried for Ethan's virtue.

Isabel nodded beside her. "You've been all over him all night, you're lucky he's this dense. Any other man would've pulled you into the alley by now." I blushed.

Naomi smirked up at me. "Aww, I think that's what our little Mars wants~" She reached up to playfully ruffle my hair.

"I'm like three inches taller than you!" I protested futilely, smacking away her hands. I am not little!

Vanessa patted my head with an indulgent smile on her face. "That's not what we mean, we're just glad the office butterfly is finally spreading her wings."

They whirled around me in a gaggle of giggling girls instead of adult women, adjusting my clothes and cooing over my hair and makeup.

"What kind of lipstick is this? It's hasn't smeared at all!" Isabel seemed to get confused for a second, only to blink and congratulate me on my makeup. Right, magic power from a phone game, why wouldn't it come with a way to avoid notice?

"Oh, this thong with that skirt? You're gonna drain him dry!" Vanessa cackled as she lead us out of the restroom.

Judging by Ethan's blush, Andre and Neil did something similar to him. Were we entertainment for them? Why did it excite me, knowing people were watching my clumsy seduction?

Ethan and I were pushed toward the dance floor while the rest of our group went up to the bar. We shared a shy grin and mutually decided to hit the floor.

He surprised me by knowing how to dance. My only prior experience was a dislocated ankle at Senior prom. So maybe I'm easily impressed. We fell into an easy back and forth, my magically ingrained skill more than a match for his earned through practice.

As we drew closer to midnight, the dance floor filled up, the press of bodies making me feel warm. A sudden burst of bravery inspired by a particularly amorous couple next to us led me to pull Ethan down into a kiss. There were no butterflies in my stomach or romantic flutters. Instead, a roaring wildfire of lust ignited in me. I moaned into his mouth, running my tongue along his own. I hooked my left leg over his hip, grinding my sodden pussy into his erection.

"Hrrggn!"

He groaned and instinctively gripped my ass with both hands to steady us. I trembled at the feeling as he massaged my plump peach in awe. I hummed and licked my lips when we separated. My wicked smirk grew at his shocked face.

I wiggled in his grip, spreading the wet stain on his crotch. "Wanna take this outside?" He nodded dumbly, still squeezing my ass like he was afraid it would disappear if he let go.

People had been cheering and heckling us the whole time, it only encouraged them when I led a stunned Ethan to the door.

"Woo! You go girl!"

"Show him a good time!"

When I heard the words A Good Time I nearly tripped. They seemed to bounce around in my brain for a blissful moment, resonating with commanding impulses throughout my whole body. My eyes rolled back and I practically gushed from my pussy. Mmph~ so good!

I swung Ethan ahead of me and threw a smirk over my shoulder at the crowd. I bent at the waist and flipped up my skirt, revealing my nearly naked ass and the trails of arousal on my thighs.

I held the pose for a solid five seconds, I could have stopped sooner, two seconds was enough to satisfy the punishment, but the cheers and laughter were like a **** to me. I winked and blew a kiss towards Vanessa and the others, running off with Ethan before I lost my nerve.

Guess I found the codeword, I thought with a silly grin. Better than I could've imagined.

"What was that?" Ethan asked when we burst into the cool air of the alleyway. Thankfully, no foul smells out here ruined the mood. I followed Naomi's whispered hint and scurried around the corner to find a grassy area hidden from the street.

"Marissa! What the hell was that, are you on **** or something?" He sounded annoyed and worried.

"No! Of course not! I had a single drink an hour ago." That wasn't a lie, succubi phone games don't count as ****!

"Then why'd you grind on me like a dog in heat and flash the whole bar?" He glanced around with suspicion. "Is there a camera or something? Is this a joke to you? String the new guy along until he embarrasses himself?" He blinked away angry tears, face red and muscles tensed like he expected to be attacked.

I put my head in my hands. "Ughhh! There are no cameras! I'm just a slutty exhibitionist!" My hands smacked over my mouth and I whined in arousal and humiliation. "I did not mean to say that out loud!"

Ethan looked like someone slapping him with a live fish would've surprised him less. "What." He blinked a few times. "What does this mean then?"

Might as well be direct. "It means..." I slinked forward, placing a hand on his erection. "That I want to suck your cock right here, right now." He gulped as I dropped to my knees. "Then, I want you to push me against the wall and fuck me until I can't think straight~" I nuzzled into his crotch, savoring the scent of my own arousal.

Ethan whispered. "Holy fucking shit!"

I unzipped his pants and his cock almost whapped me in the face. I had to cross my eyes to look at it. In my less than expert opinion, his dick seemed almost seven inches long! Kinda thin but still very nice. Staring into his blue eyes, I placed a few light kisses on his shaft before smooching his cockhead. "Mwah! You've been hiding this the whole time?" I licked up a dollop of precum. "Hmm, a little salty, but it's not bitter. You must eat alotta fruit! Were you preparing for this?" Sucking his tip into my mouth, I hollowed my cheeks and flicked my tongue quickly.

His fingers dug into my hair. "Oh, God! Marissa!" Ethan nearly fell as his knees wobbled.

My mouth flooded with cum and satisfaction. I knew practicing on my dildos would pay off! I drank it down greedily, Ethan made a girly squeak when I kept sucking past his last spurt.

"Hah! Ma-Marissa, hold on..." He gasped out.

Giggling with my head buzzing and my pussy woefully empty, I hopped to my feet and slid my sticky thong off. Like a rubber band, I flung it into Ethan's heaving chest. "Come on!" I bent over and grabbed my ankles, grinning at his upsidedown look of awe, and his twitching erection. "My pussy is wet and ready for you!"

I swayed in place, my hips wiggling to entice him further. The codeword triggering like that, (in public!) was the hottest thing to ever happen to me. I wished I could see the pictures if anyone took any. Oh! I hope they did...

"Wait! I, I have a girlfriend..." He weakly stuffed himself back in his boxers his face a rictus of guilt. "I'm sorry, I..." The blond man I'd been lusting after for two months hunched in on himself like a kicked puppy.

What.

"You have a girlfriend!? Why did you let me throw myself all over you then!" I was suddenly standing over him. "Fuck! You didn't think to say anything!?" I threw my arms up and started pacing.

He winced and stood up, hands held out. "I wasn't sure you were—" I shot a glare at him. "—right, sorry. Yes, I knew you were flirting pretty hard. I liked it okay? I'm not used to being attractive and desirable like that."

I didn't know what to say so I just kept glaring.

"Look, s-she's an undergrad still, I haven't seen her since Christmas..." He wilted at my look of disgust.

"Urgh!" I growled out and stomped down the alleyway. Pissed and horny. I almost wished he'd fucked me before getting overwhelmed by guilt.

"Wait!" He called, "what about your—"

I slammed the door open and ignored the sudden silence of everyone turning to me. My face blazed with shame as I walked to our table to grab my bag. The attention of the crowd was so sweet a few minutes ago...

Vanessa reached for my shoulder, I shook her off. "Marissa, what's—"

"I'm fine! Ethan was an idiot, so was I. I'm going home." I avoided her eyes, she let me go. "See you tomorrow." I mumbled.

I made it to the bus stop before I realized I wasn't wearing panties. "Dammit. Why couldn't you have just fucked me, Ethan?" The two people waiting at the bus stop stared at me.

Oh, Hell. I hid my face in my hands.