She slid her hand into my jeans from behind me and wrapped her fingers around my already hard cock.  I tried to reach back and touch her, but her hips were elusive and her teeth bit into my neck in protest. 

Her fingers were soft and smooth and her thumb circled the head of my cock each time her hand slid up the shaft.  I closed my eyes and just let her touch me, no longer caring what her ass felt like, and no longer needing to pull her close to me.  She licked the fingers of her free hand and slid it beneath my jeans as the other slid out and I’m sure I moaned audibly at the warm wet contact.

She was whispering in my ear as her hand moved up and down my shaft, “you’re going to fuck me so hard.  I can’t wait to feel this inside of me.  You’re going to throw me down on my parents bed, lick my tight pussy until I come, and then you’re going to fuck me until you see stars.”

She didn’t have to whisper long before I was grasping at my own jeans with the need to squeeze something and exploding over fingers, denim and stomach. She slowly pulled her hand out, trying not to attract attention as my breath began to normalize. 

When I opened my eyes and looked out over the crowd it took me moment to remember where I was.  Whose party was it?  What part of town was I in?  And most importantly, who the hell was the girl behind me?

—Guy New York