Friday, June 12, 2015
10:30 PM
The line at the popcorn stand was packed, it was pretty late at night and the college kids were pouring out in groups, the air had that fresh popcorn smell. I was waiting for Diego there in line, eyeing the couples waiting their turn, my heart pounding hard in my chest, a mix of anxiety and this slow-squeezing emptiness.
It was Valentine's Day. Some couples were walking hand in hand, laughing softly, enjoying the night like a real couple. My chest hurt in this sad way, a desire I couldn't even name right: I wanted that with Diego. Wanted him to call me over to share popcorn, pull me close in a lazy hug, just us two hanging out, without him pointing out who I'd be fucking. But Diego was never the romantic type. I checked the message again about the meetup he'd set, and it was clear: "Go all sexy and no panties, my little slut."
I did what he said, I always did. I wore this little black spaghetti-strap dress hugging my body, short enough that the cool night breeze teased my bare thighs, getting me wet before I even saw him. Me, a blonde pushing six feet tall, I was turning heads from everyone there, guys' stares burning my skin like they knew I had nothing on underneath, my pussy bare under that thin fabric, throbbing with anxiety and horniness.
The popcorn guy handed me the warm bag, half salty half sweet, with condensed milk dripping, just how I like it, the sweet stuff sticking to my fingers while I licked it off slow, imagining other sweet hot things in my mouth and laughing at the dumb thought by myself. That's when I spotted Diego coming up with a group of his buddies, his sly grin hitting me square, making my pussy clench on its own. Of course, like always, he probably had another task for me, and it likely involved those guys tagging along, their eyes already sizing me up from head to toe, leaving me shivering all over from a mix of nerves and this crazy urge to spread my legs.
They got close, and Diego made a point of introducing me to the guys, his hand brushing my waist lightly to show his friends he owned me. The first was Anderson, this stylish kid with a piercing and tattoos all over his arm. The second was Guilherme, dark-skinned, tall, skinny with a crooked smile that gave me chills in my gut, his dark eyes locked on my tits squeezed tight in the dress. The third, Theo, was buff, you could tell he hit the gym, messy hair, the type who knows how to have fun, and he gave me a kiss on the cheek that lingered way too long, his hot breath grazing my skin. And there was Daniel, who I already knew, he owned the apartment Diego and I used. They were all around nineteen or twenty, full of expectations about me, and I felt the heat rising hot through my body just thinking about what the fuck Diego had set up with them.
We headed to the concrete bench circling the main fountain, the cold stone rubbing my bare thighs when I sat, the sound of falling water in the background mixing with their low laughs. It was a bit chilly and my arms were all goosebumped. We hung there, chatting, until Theo started digging in his backpack. Suddenly, he pulled out a joint, the thing was almost a cigar it was so thick and lopsided, the strong smell of fresh weed hitting my nose straight, leaving me shocked and curious all at once.
"So, Rafa! You smoke one?" Theo asked, while he carefully finished smoothing out and straightening the massive joint, his fingers quick at it and that kinda impressed me.
I'd never smoked weed in my life. At most a few hits from a hookah with the school crowd, and it wasn't spiked with anything, all straight and innocent. What worried me was the spot, right outside college with tons of people passing by, curious looks, but Theo didn't give a shit, lit it right there with a lighter, and the joint started passing hand to hand, the sweet earthy weed smell rising strong, getting me dizzy before I even touched it.
It got to my turn, the joint hot and damp passing to my shaky fingers, and I got kinda nervous. I'd never even held a fucking thing like this before, the sticky paper from other people's spit giving me a grossed-out thrill mixed with excitement, but Theo, the biggest stoner in the group, started giving me pointers in that calm sleazy voice, his eyes gleaming in the dark.
"Look," he took it from my hand and showed me how—"hold it like this... pull slow and easy, fill your chest, but don't swallow the smoke all at once."
He took a hit in front of me, smoke drifting out of his mouth slow, teaching me how, it looked easy, the smell now more intense, invading my nose and leaving me lightheaded, I just didn't get the part where everyone coughs their asses off.
I took the joint from his hand, our fingers brushing lightly, and went for it, put it to my mouth and I don't know what happened, I pulled too hard, the smoke hit my chest like fire, giving me almost a spasm that had me coughing and tearing up, eyes burning, throat on fire, making me the butt of jokes for the four around me, their laughs echoing, leaving me red with embarrassment.
"Relax, that's how it is the first times, everyone coughs till they get used to it. You'll catch on."
I smoked again when the joint came back to me, pulled slower this time, feeling the hot smoke slide down my chest, fill my lungs, rise slow to my head. I passed it on and the talk kept going, loose laughs, voices muffled by the fountain water and the cold wind gusting now and then.
Diego pulled me onto his lap without asking, just grabbed my waist and sat me right there, smack on top of him. I felt his hard dick pressing against my ass through his pants, thick, hot, throbbing. I started grinding slow, almost without thinking, hips circling lazy, arching my ass a bit to rub harder, feeling every inch of him slot between my cheeks. The dress rode up a little on my thighs, the thin fabric scraping my skin, and I knew the guys were seeing it all: the sway of my waist, the curve of my arched back, the way I was popping my ass on purpose, putting on a show without any shame. Diego gripped my waist with both hands, guiding me, making me grind deeper, slower, sluttier. He was breathing heavy on my neck, his dick pulsing under me, and I felt his lust mixing with mine, the heat building, my pussy soaking everything with no panties to hold back the juices already dripping down my thighs.
When the high really kicked in, I felt light, my whole body floating, head like a cloud. I remember grinning nonstop, a dumb, dopey smile, eyes half-closed, but at the same time horny as fuck, the ache throbbing hard between my legs, my clit swollen rubbing the seam of his pants with every grind. The cool night wind slipped under my dress, licked my exposed pussy, goosebumped my skin all over, made my nipples hurt they were so hard against the thin fabric. It was like the air itself was touching me, teasing me, getting me even wetter.
To be continued...