The After Show with Hana

After the show’s over, you hang around the backstage area—really, the back of the bar—accepting the odd compliment and clap on the back from your newfound fans.

“Quite the silver tongue you’ve got,” Hana smiles, catching you after the improv group’s done debriefing for the night. “I hadn’t seen you put it to use before.”

“Care to experience it first hand?” you reply. “I promise it’s even better up close.”

“Somebody’s feeling cocky tonight,” she says.

“Am I wrong?” you say.

“You do have my interest. But don’t get any big ideas,” Hana says. “This is a one time thing only.”

You wrap an arm around the sorority sister’s shoulder, leading her out into the night.

“Sure thing,” you say. “Sure thing…”

The two of you wind up at the Zeta house soon after that. The bedroom that Hana leads you to is conspicuously empty. Portraits of Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe, and Audrey Hepburn adorn three walls, while the bed itself is fitted with dark sheets, but there seems to be literally nothing else in the room.

“You don’t live here, do you,” you comment.

“This is the Zeta house. I sleep where I please,” Hana says contemptuously. She slides onto the bed and parts her legs. “Now show me why you deserve to be here, and perhaps you’ll be rewarded.”

The playful smile on her lips draws you in, even as you’re thinking she is such a bitch. But you’re in her house now, and for today, at least, you’ll play by her rules. After all, you’re sure you’ll get your dues sooner or later.

You toss your shirt and obediently crawl up on the bed, worshipping Hana’s perfectly tanned legs with a series of kisses that end at her panty line. She’s still dressed in that bikini bearing the Zeta letters, and you trace your fingers over the letters on her panties, watching carefully for her reaction as you do so; she seems almost bored, stifling a yawn.

“You’ll have to do better than that to impress me,” she says.

“Then I’ll need these off,” you say, giving her panties a tug.

She closes her legs just enough to indicate that you’ll be the one doing the work, so you pull off her panties, exposing her pussy. It’s such a pretty little thing. You get to work immediately, putting your tongue against her core and giving it a taste. One lick leads to another, and before you know it, your tongue is lapping up against her, her salty-sweet juices marinating in your mouth.

“Mmm… surely you can do better than that,” she says, and you glance up. The girl is scrolling on her phone.

The audacity! You redouble your effort, shlicking your tongue against her folds at double time, trying your mightiest to get her to break. But your efforts don’t even earn you a single moan. Hana continues to scroll through her phone, glancing at you every once in a while, as if you were some handyman fixing a broken lightbulb in some distant corner of the room.

You keep at it. Even if you can’t make her cum, you’re determined to get some reaction out of her, and you **** your tongue deeper inside of her, trying to find the coveted g-spot.

“This is pathetic,” Hana says, after a couple minutes have passed. “Has nobody ever taught you how to eat a girl out? No, don’t bother, I know the answer already.”

“Damn, you could show a bit of appreciation,” you say, massaging your jaw as you extricate yourself from between her legs.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get what you came for,” she says, sitting up now.

Instantly, she goes from haughty, lazy bitch to a swaying seductress, prowling towards you on all fours. The wicked smile on her face sends a shiver down your spine. She places a finger on your throat, and traces it down your bare chest, ending right at your boxers. In the space of those few seconds, you’ve gone from limp to packing a respectable semi, and her slender fingers wrap around the outline of your cock. You struggle to remain silent, wanting to appear as aloof as she did. But a jerk of her hand, coupled with the way she looks up at you with big brown doe eyes, and you let out a “shit, that’s it.”

She casually strips off your boxers, jacking you off quicker now, her mouth hovering dangerously close to your tip. You’re so wound up, wondering if she’s going to take you in or not, that the feeling is almost as agonizing as it is arousing.

“At least you’ve got nice material to work with,” she smiles. “A girl can appreciate that.”

With that, she kisses the head of your cock, suckling on it. Her tongue traverses the length of your rigid cock, and then the blowjob begins in earnest, her lips wrapped tight around you.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” you gasp, the tightness of her suction blowing your mind.

Her mouth is so damn wet and hot. You can’t help but moan as she works your length, her head bobbing up and down in sync with her hand, which grips the base of your cock hard, jacking you off as she sucks you. She builds up her pace, tongue tracing circle after circle across your head, and you find yourself circling closer and closer to your limit.

“I’m getting… I’m getting close,” you moan, not wanting to admit how quickly you’ve been brought to this point, but also… you’re scared of not giving her a warning.

Hana’s eyes only seem to glimmer at the confession, the way her eyelashes bat sending another flutter through your heart, and then the sensation is overwhelming. She sucks greedily as you finish, your jism firing off into the depths of her hot mouth, that suction still incredible even as you’re spurting off inside her. It’s over a few seconds later.

Like a pro, she swallows it all in one go, rolling her shoulders.

“You might have won the quip game, but your bedroom technique…” Hana shakes her head at you, disappointed. “I thought Gina’s little brother would know better.”

“That bad, huh?” you say.

She draws you in closer with a wag of her finger, and whispers in your ear: “Truth be told? It wasn’t terrible. You were pretty average. But that’s because most guys are shit at pleasing women. But if you want to get into a Zeta girl’s pants…”

She pauses, looking at you meaningfully.

“I’ll have to up my game,” you say.

“Smart boy,” Hana smiles. Then, her phone is back out, and she seems much more engrossed by it than you. “Now shoo. You got yours. I need to get mine.”