You'll know by the end of the night

"You don't think I'm just gong to tell you, do you John?" she asks you, seemingly laughing it off as she looks at you from across the table, "you'll know by the end of the night. Besides, if I let you now, what fun would there be in it for you?"

Well damn, she apparently has you right where she wants you, and even worse for you, you're apparently okay with that, since you just went off and bought her another drink with nothing more than a bat of her eyelashes prompting you to do it.

"Ah, so my company for the evening has returned," she teases you as you hand her the drink, still wrapped around her finger like a lap dog, only you seem to still be enjoying being in this role for once.

"It's getting late Stacy," you tell her as you look at your pretend watch, noticing how many people are leaving this party, "shouldn't I have my answer by now?"

"You know what John, I do owe you one," she tells you as you put a hand between her legs, contacting her panty-covered pussy for the first time all night, Stacy trying really hard to cover up how you were making her feel as you felt her up, "UH...GOD...and here it is."

As you were waiting for her verbal answer, she puckered her lips and wrapped her arms around you and kissed you, her long legs wrapping all the way around you as you made out with for a little while before coming up for air.

"If you want any more than that, I suggest you allow me to take you home with me," she teases you, leading you out the door as you headed off to her place.