She has an offer & a promise

Once standing and following Tatiana through the frat house you would swear that the place is pitching like a ship on the high sea. Faces and rooms seem to stretch and compress like funhouse mirrors as you pass them by, the party still going strong with noise & smell.

“I think I’m drunk,” you gasp out as Tatiana tugs you out into the cold night air on the back porch in the backyard of the house. Dispersed groups of partygoers gather out here as well: a small circle around a fire ring, a couple making out against the railing, smokers under the porch light smoking. Tobacco and weed smoke is on the breeze.

“I mean,” Tatiana shrugs, “me too,” she adds and licks her lips.

“Is this private enough for you?” you ask. One of the partygoers standing and smoking on the porch turns and looks at you & Tatiana with a sly grin for a moment before going back to their conversation.

“Hardly,” Tatiana scoffs, shooting a look at the smoker. Next thing you know, she is pulling you down the stairs and around the corner of the house, past another couple making out in the dark, and into the end of the yard where the fence meets the house, blacklight and shadows cast from the windows above you.

It’s dark and cold out.

At least until Tatiana presses herself against you. Her frame is small against yours & she’s quite pleasantly warm against the nighttime cold. You reflexively wrap your arms around her, hands coming to rest at the small of her waist. Your cock stirring in your pants again.

She’s already up on her tippy-toes, her mouth is on your collarbone, gently nibbling at the cold skin as she pushes you back against the wall and her hands delve into your hair.

She grabs your hair, pulling you down so that your lips can better meet hers. Her mouth moves up, from your neck to your chin, and finally to your mouth. Her kiss is hot and needy.

Your hands wander up from her back to her flanks in the dark. She leans forwards, into you, as your hands continue up her sides and then front, your palms coming to rest on her breasts. She presses forwards, offering her chest up to your hands as she attacks your mouth.

You feel her tense in your hands as you begin to gently massage her chest in slow, lazy circles that make her whine into your mouth. Her breasts are not large by any stretch of the imagination, but groping them is still very exciting.

“Wait,” Tatiana gasps, breaking the kiss after what feels like just a moment. A string of spit connects your mouths. “Before we get too carried away, I should tell you what I’m looking for.”

“Ok,” you reply, holding still.

“I didn’t tell you that you had to stop,” Tatiana giggles, grabbing your hands and pressing them into her chest again. You go on massaging her breasts through the fabric of her dress & bra for a long moment before she speaks again.

“So you know when I said that ~hah~ I’m currently working on a solo project?” she says.

“Uh-huh,” you say, groping her breasts again and again.

“Well ~ahh~ when I said that I wanted to keep it a solo project, that was a lie,” she murmurs in your ear.

“Oh?” you chuckle.

“Yeah,” Tatiana groans, “but I need ~ah~ the right kind of talent for that.”

“And I’m guessing that’s where I come in?” you ask with a grin.

“Maybe, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Tatiana scoffs, “there’s a casting process to this collaboration, there’s a method to my artistic madness.”

“Oh, well do tell,” you grin, grabbing her a little tighter.

“Well for starters how many years of acting experience do you have?” she asks matter-of-factly.

“Uh, I don’t?” you chuckle.

“Well,” Tatiana starts with a huff, pulling your arms off her chest and back down to her hips, “usually I’d say that anything less than four years of industry experience is unacceptable for this entry level position.”

“Oh, well, I,” you chuckle, taken aback by her sudden seriousness.

“But seeing how good a kisser you are I’ll overlook it,” she giggles, kissing your neck, cheek, & mouth in turn.

“Appreciate it,” you reply between bouts of kissing her back, hands roaming over the small of her back.

“Do you have any experience making art?” she asks next.

“I took a semester of watercoloring for a general ed. requirement, how about that?” you offer.

“Eh,” she replies, “I can handle most of the video production side of things then. What about erotic art?”

“Uhh,” you answer, “I’d hardly call it art, but I’ve taken nudes before.”

“Oh?” you hear Tatiana smiling in the dark, her voice dropping an octave, “and who have you been sending those to, naughty boy?”

“I sent them to my girlfriend,” you answer, “ well ex-girlfriend rather.”

You hear Tatiana tut in the dark. “How boring,” Tatiana replies, “but it’s a start. You should send them to me later, so I can put them in your file.”

“My nudes? You want my nudes?” you ask.

“I mean, unless you’re fine with showing me the real thing right now,” she chuckles with an invisible grin in the darkness. You feel a dainty little hand start to wander down your neck, over your chest and stomach, before coming to rest on your crotch.

“Oh,” Tatiana chuckles, hand exploring the hard length testing the strength of your pants, feeling as though it is threatening to break right through the poor deniem.

“I’d be fine with that,” you answer with a husky chuckle.

“I bet you are,” Tatiana whines, “you’ve either got two rolls of socks down there or more than enough to make a girl happy.”

You wordlessly drop your hands from Tatiana’s back and start to work your belt. A task made harder by Tatiana’s hands roaming across your still growing bulge in your pants. It’s a mix of struggle and excitement that helps you tear your pants down over your knees.

“Aren’t you an eager beaver,” Tatiana states, watching you in amusement.

You feel a hand grope your length through your underwear, squeezing out a fat drop of pre-cum into your undies.

“But, before we do anything too outrageous, you have to promise me something,” she whines, still massaging your member with one hand.

“Yes?” you grunt, a knee buckling under you.

“You can’t tell Louise about this, ever,” she breathes. You feel her lean forwards, hand nuzzling your bulge. “About us-” she pauses “collaborating, you understand?”

“Yes, of course, I can do that, absolutely,” you rapid fire out your responses through sputtering lips. Right now Louise is a distant threat to you smashing goth pussy right here, right now.

“Good,” she purrs, hands gently massaging your junk.