The Party_(2)

As I said before, it begins at a party. We came together with a few other people. I don’t know how long we’re there, or whether or not we had been drinking. But at some point, you sneak away from the rest of the people, and I follow you; you don’t seem to notice. I follow you to some sort of secret crawlspace/ staircase. The music from the party is muffled here – just enough so that you can hear the base reverberate through the walls. At the end of the crawlspace, you turn around with your back inches to a near by wall. It’s kind of dark, but not so dark that I can’t make you out. You are wearing tight T & A pants and an athletic looking zip-up sweater. You look good. I see you turn around an instantly I want to rip your clothes off. But I’m not sure if that’s what you want. So instead, I move within an inch of your face – close enough to breath down your neck. I put my hands firmly around yours hips and I wait for you to stop me or to say anything; you don’t.

Not wanting to miss what could be my only opportunity, I grip my hands around the waist of your panties & yoga pants and rip them down to the point where they are just below your ass and I can just see the top of your bald pussy. Expecting you to stop me any second, I forcefully move my hands up your sweater, feeling your soft skin. It’s smooth and sexy – like I remember it being. Right before I get to your chest I look up at you: “Why aren’t you stopping me?” To which you begin to reply about the end of your relationship – but I cut you off.