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The beat of the music outside made the bathroom throb like a massive heart and the mirror rattled and shivered in tune with the base. It did not make my wooziness any better. The Rebecka that stared back at me through the mirror didn’t exactly look like the life of the party. The hairstyle I had put so much effort in was little more than a blond crow’s nest, my makeup smudged to hell, and the tight, black dress that left so little to the imagination had been stained. God only knew by what.
Finals had been killing me, and I had hoped that this party would provide some relief. Mental, emotional, social relief. Or sexual. I couldn’t deny that I was horny as hell. I didn’t even want to think about it, fearing it would feed the fire. Suddenly, the door swung wide open and a girl stepped in, startling when her eyes met mine.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t-“
“It’s okay.” I gave her a weak smile. “I’m just taking a breather.”
“Ohh, bodrum escort bayan cool. Mind if I check my contacts?” I liked her voice. It was chipper and friendly. Assertive.
“Sure, go ahead.”
I heard her lock the door, but my mind didn’t register it. She slid up next to me by the mirror, so close that I could feel her warmth. Unlike me, she was looking stellar. Short, red hair with an acute sidecut. Smoky makeup that made her savage, amber eyes all the more alluring. Her tattooed body looked athletic. Strong. The red shirt and black pants gave her an androgynous manner, in all the right ways. A part of me wondered if she was into girls. Hoped that she was. Our eyes met in the mirror for but a brief second.
“I like your dress,” she said, looking at me appreciatively with a smile that made me blush.
“Thanks. It’s looking kinda shit tonight, though…” I barely dared to meet her gaze, but didn’t want to look away.
“It’s not a party if you don’t get a bit messy.”
“Well, bodrum sınırsız escort you’re still looking great.” The words slipped out of me before realizing what I’d just said.
She gave me an inquisitive look, trying to figure out if I really meant what she thought I meant.
“Thanks…”
She turned towards me. Only then did I appreciate how much taller than me she was. A presence most dominating.
“How drunk are you?”
I caught her drift. It was impossible not to with those eyes penetrating me.
“Not too drunk,” I whispered.
She leaned in, placed her hand on my hip and pulled me to her. Our lips embraced tightly, and I eagerly accepted her tongue into my mouth. Before I could react, she had me with my back against the wall, devouring me with animal hunger. Kissing me deeply, licking and biting at my neck as I squealed with delight. Her hands caressed my breasts, gently at first, but as our fire grew her touch became rough and greedy. bodrum merkez escort Pinching my nipples through my dress before pulling it down altogether. I succumbed to her completely, only able to gasp as her mouth, lips, and tongue tasted all of me. By the time she hoisted me up on the bathroom counter, my panties had gone MIA without me even noticing. She was good.
There were only a few teasing kisses before she descended on me, licking and kissing my wet slit as I struggled to even breathe. As her tongue locked onto my clit, I felt her fingers slide deep into me, making my body crackle with pleasure. She was so good. It didn’t take long before her intense licking and fingering sent me screaming over the edge, barely able to stifle my moans as I came in wave after wave of electric bliss.
When I finally descended from my high, I was eager to reciprocate. I searched for her lips with mine, but she withdrew, and smiled savagely.
“I need to get back, cutie. But maybe we’ll meet up a bit later, so you can return the favour?”
Disappointment stung my heart, but my mind was so blunt that I could only nod. One quick kiss later, she had gone out the door. I was alone again. As I straightened my clothes out, my eyes strayed back to the mirror, seeing the same disheveled me from before staring back in stunned silence. Did it really happen, or was I just drunk enough to have imagined it all?
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