Beth was bored. This was the third bachelorette party she had been to this month, and they had all followed the same tired script. Ridiculous penis decorations. A very drunk shrieking bridezilla. Too many adult women, white girl wasted, dry humping each other to whatever Top 40 garbage the house band was massacring that night. As badly as she wanted to leave, she couldn’t. Tonight’s bridezilla was her youngest sister and she was the maid of honor. She was stuck there until the bitter end.
She leaned against the bar, letting her gaze wander. Most of the regular patrons had left as soon as the first round of jello shots had been consumed by the bridal party, but there were still a few diehards by the pool tables. One man in particular had caught her eye earlier, and she was pleased to see he was still there. He was medium height, dark hair, dressed in jeans and an AC-DC tour t-shirt. Good looking, nicely tanned forearms and hands that were wrapped around his pool cue as he laughed with his friends. He turned his head and caught her staring at him. His smile got wider as he raised his beer glass in her direction, nodding his head.
She laughed and felt herself blushing a little as she returned the gesture. The moment was broken when one of her sister’s sorority friends bumped into her. She steadied the girl, then spent five minutes listening to a drunken tirade about how her sister’s fiance didn’t deserve her and never would.
Finally the girl wandered off and she glanced back at the pool tables. The man and his friends were gone. “Damn it,” she muttered, shooting a glare at the drunken women around her.
“Now, now, watch your language pretty girl,” a deep male voice whispered in her ear. She jumped, turning to see the man she had been looking for. He smiled down at her, so close she could feel the heat of him. She was shocked to feel her clit throb.
“You’ve been watching me all night. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink? Let’s find a quieter corner so we can talk,” he said, signalling a waitress as he guided her to a table off in the back.
She didn’t think, just settled herself in the chair he pulled out for her. He sat across from her, giving the waitress a polite smile as he requested another beer, then turning to her with an eyebrow raised.
“I’m just drinking Coke,” she stammered. “Someone has to be sober enough to get my sister dressed for the ceremony tomorrow,” she explained as the waitress walked away.
He laughed at that, and she felt that telltale throb again. It had been a long time since she had found a man so exciting as soon as she met him.
He set his hands on the table and leaned towards her. “I like the fact that you are sober. I want to have an actual conversation with you instead of drunken ramblings. Do you think any of them will even remember tonight?” he asked, tilting his head towards the front of the room.
Beth shook her head and laughed. “No, and I’m sure that is for the best. My sister is not what you would call a wild child. She was mortified when someone gave her lingerie at the luncheon today.”
They both sat back as the waitress arrived with their drinks. When she left, he leaned forward again, taking her right hand in his and turning it over to see the tatto on the inside of her wrist. His fingers traced the single daisy. “Somehow I think you might be the family wild child. Tell me, what is your name pretty girl? And who does this lovely flower belong to?” His voice was low, and his eyes very serious. She had the feeling the answer to his question was the most important thing in the world right now.
She actually had to clear her throat before she could answer him. His fingers were warm and soft on her skin, and she wondered how they would feel on other parts of her body. “My name is Beth, and the daisy is for my Grandmother. I was named after her, and we were very close. She died four years ago, and daisies were her favorite flowers.”
He smiled. “Hello Beth. I’m Mark. I like your tattoo. Am I making you nervous? You seem to be having trouble sitting still and you’re breathing a little heavy.” His voice was still low, and he somehow seemed to be looming over her, even though he hadn’t moved. She should have been afraid.
Beth took a drink of her Coke before replying. He still hadn’t let go of her right hand, and she really didn’t want him to. “Mark, I have never done this before in my life. But I’ve also never been so attracted to a man so soon. No, you are not making me nervous. I just can’t stop thinking about what your hands would feel like on the rest of my body.”
His fingers tightened on her wrist as he sat up. She could have sworn she heard him groan. He let go of her hand to take the Coke from her and take a big drink of it. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he stood up and pulled her to her feet. “I wanted to make sure that was really just soda and not spiked. There is no way this would happen if you were drunk. There is also no way this will happen if you really don’t want it to. Any time you want, you say no and I will stop. Do you understand?” he asked, holding her chin and forcing her to look in his eyes.
When she tried to nod he frowned. “No. You verbally acknowledge what I just said, or this stops right now.”
Her clit pulsed again, and she felt her stomach tighten. “If I want this to stop, all I have to do is say no,” she whispered, not sure what was happening, but entirely certain she didn’t want it to stop.
He smiled, running his thumb over her bottom lip. “Good girl,” he said, before pulling her behind him as he walked to the back entrance. She didn’t think, she just followed. A small part of her was screaming that she shouldn’t be doing this, but she ignored the tiny voice.
The door opened onto a surprisingly clean alley. He turned, leaning against the brick wall as he pulled her to stand between his legs. One hand on the small of her back pinned her tight to him. He was hard, and her clit pulsed again.
“I don’t usually do things like this,” she stammered, staring into his dark eyes. She was achingly aware of the length of him pressed against her belly, the heat of his body and the weight of his hands on her back.
He laughed a little. “The thought never crossed my mind Beth.” he lowered his head, his mouth claiming hers. It was a long thorough kiss and she was shaking by the time he was done. “All you have to do is say no and we go back inside. I promise.”
“I don’t want to say no,” she said before leaning in to kiss him again. His hands moved to her ass, pulling her closer as he inched her skirt up.
Her hands were busy as well, diving under the hem of his shirt to move over his stomach and chest. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers slid into her panties, tracing the cheeks of her ass before he dipped down to her wet pussy. He broke the kiss to bring his fingers to his mouth, his eyes closing as he tasted her juices. “Oh pretty girl, you taste as good as you look,” he said, smiling as she bit her lip. “Now take those panties off,” he continued, pushing her away slightly. His hands went to his belt buckle, pulling it free from the leather belt as he waited for her reaction.
She slowly pulled her skirt back up, hesitating as her fingers touched the waistband of her blue lace panties. His hands stilled immediately, his eyes searching hers. She swallowed, not believing she was going to say this. “I’m not saying no, but do you have any protection?” she stammered.
The grin she had enjoyed from the first returned. One hand dipped into the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out a condom. “I was very thankful to see that dispenser in the men’s room Beth,” he said.
She didn’t say another word, just slipped off her panties and dangled them in front of his face. He shoved the scrap of lace in his pocket as he turned, backing her against the wall. Leaning down he kissed her, hard and desperate until they were both panting for air. He broke the kiss and went to his knees, his hands bunching her skirt as she spread her legs to make room for him between her thighs. He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue tracing her lips. One and then two fingers slid inside her as his tongue found her clit and he began to tease and stroke.
She moaned and buried her fingers in his hair. He was relentless, his hands on her ass as he pulled her closer. Her stomach tightened as her orgasm started, slowly at first, then an impossible wave of pleasure she couldn’t resist. She whimpered his name as she shook in his hands.
He slowed, soft kisses and licks as she came down to earth. She was dazed as he stood before her, his face wet with her juices, his hands at his sides. She closed the distance between them, her hands going to the button of his jeans. She stared into his eyes, smelling herself on him. “Yes Mark,” she whispered as she undid that button and slid his zipper down. Reaching in she found his cock hard and heavy, twitching against her palm. His hands closed into fists as his head tipped back, a groan rumbling from his chest. She found the condom in his pocket and opened it clumsily with one hand and her teeth. He watched as she rolled it down his cock, his chest heaving, his hands still fisted at his side.
When she stretched up to kiss him, tasting her juices on his lips, he broke. He had her backed against the wall, lifting her and burying himself inside her in one motion. Her gasp echoed off the alley walls as he pounded into her. It felt so damn good, possibly the best sex she had ever had. She was surprised to feel another orgasm approaching, her arms tightening around his shoulders. His fingers dug into her ass as she wailed in his ear.
Feeling her pussy tighten on his cock was too much for him, and he came, burying his face in her shoulder. She held him tight, tears in her eyes, although she couldn’t understand why she was crying.
When they both could finally breathe again, he set her down gently, smoothing her skirt before adjusting his own clothing. He looked up and saw the tears streaking her face and stepped close again, pinning her to the wall. “No Beth, don’t you start thinking those thoughts. This isn’t a one time thing my pretty girl. Do you think I do this all the time?” She shook her head no. “Damn right I don’t. There is no way I’m letting you disappear after this.” He wrapped her in his arms, tucking her head under his chin.
They stood that way for a long time, the muffled music from the bar a backdrop for the whispers and kisses. They finally pulled apart, tho still holding hands, and moved for the door. Beth broke out into helpless giggles as Mark pulled the handle, only to realize it was locked from this side. A wide grin on his face, he said, “Want to take a walk with me pretty girl?”