So it's my birthday and I have no plans for the day. It's just been me and an 🎱 keeping each other company in my room. Down to chat with whoever. Females and couples to the front but all are welcome. Don't be weird
Earlier tonight I went over to one of my girl friends house for a small little get together. Nothing crazy like a party or anything. A group of us just wanted to relax and catch up. There were more people than I expected to be there, 3 girls and 2 boys not including myself.
I knew, or had at least met everyone there before except for one person. One of the guys there, I'd never seen before. So as the night went on I found myself checking him out without even meaning to. He was super cute, like fucking gorgeous. He must have noticed me looking at him because it wasn't long before he struck up a conversation with me we were both very flirty and touchy with each other.
Eventually we decided that it'd be nicer to chat privately. So I said bye to my friends and he and I walked out to his car. He suggested we go back to his place, and I agreed. I wasn't really dressed for the occasion though so asked if he would mind stopping by mine first because I needed to grab something.
We pulled up to my house and I ran inside and up to my room where I threw on a nice set of lingerie. I put the same clothes I was already wearing back on. I didn't want him to think I was trying too hard.
He didn't waste any time at all once we got to his apartment. Before the door was even shut all the way I was pushed up against the wall and his lips were pressed against mine. We made out for a while before he sat on the bed, and the way his eyes lit up when I let my baggy sweats hit the floor and pulled my tshirt over my head made me so horny.
The sex wasn't great to be honest, but the head was out of this world. We finished our fun and as he was pulling up his shorts he said to me, "I have to get up early tomorrow so you should probably go" I was shocked. He was gonna make me walk home?
I didn't argue though. I put my clothes back on and started walking. It was only a few miles, but just a few blocks into my trek, the skies let loose a torrential downpour. I never got his name or his number, and he threw me out in the storm after he was done with me. What an asshole, right? So why am I so turned on thinking about it