I walked into the party expecting nothing out of the ordinary to happen. Nothing ever really does, everything is always so redundant. So I walked about and drank as usual. I watched the people I had known for years. Damn small towns.
Everyone danced and drank and it seemed like everyone but me had someone else. A second half. But here I was, as usual, without. Frustrated, I started into the den to watch some television. Passing through the kitchen, there was a group of random girls from school sharing a joint, Which frustrated me more. They looked so god damn happy.
I flopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV. Great. No cable. What next? I settled on some cheesy latenight talk show, And tried to make myself interested. It seemed like hours passed and no one even noticed that I had withdrawn myself from the group. Bored with TV, I got up and went into the kitchen. The smoke, and girls, had cleared so I rifled through the refrigerator for another beer. Success. At least something was going right.
As I closed the door I heard a chair fall behind me, making me jump and drop my beer. I whirled around and saw a girl I had never seen before picking it up, endlessly apologizing and explaining that nothing has been going right and that she has been having a terrible night. I didn't know this girl. She didn't even look familiar to me. I told her to calm down and not worry about it. I assured her she wasn't the only one having a bad night.
She stood the chair up and sat down in it. That was the first real look I got at her. She was a tall girl, couldn't have been more than 18. Long hair, red, slender and nice looking. I grabbed 2 more beers and sat next to her, curious about this "new girl." We talked for a while. The more she talked the more attracted to her I became. Her bust was impressive. Larger than mine, and I always thought that I had been well endowed. She wore a sheer clingy polyester tee over a tight nylon tank top that accented her cleavage very well. I couldn't help but stare. Her movements, her way of speaking, Nearly everything about her was enchanting. Yes, that's what she was, enchanting.
At some point, the pot heads had found their way back into the kitchen to light up another round. We took that as our cue to go elsewhere. By that time we had both downed a few beers, and I was buzzing happily; I think she was, too. We both agreed that TV sounded good, and headed to the den. I turned on the television. More cheesy talk shows. She told me there was cable upstairs, She had been up there earlier. So she lead and I followed. We ended up in the upstairs rec. room, there was a big screen, pool tables, etc.
I clicked on the TV and began flipping through the channels assuming that she had sat down next to me. After a few minutes I noticed an odd silence. I looked around, and she was sitting on one of the pool tables watching me. As I stood up, she motioned me toward her. She did know what I was thinking, I had a feeling she had known all along. She knew that I wanted her. That I wanted her soft breasts in my hands, and her hands in me. She was so enchanting, she made me wet, but I tried to hide it. But she saw it. She knew.
I walked to her, sitting there, looking like a goddess. Her long smooth legs bracing her tight, lovely body against the table. I tried to kiss her and she held me away. Confused, I stepped back. She pulled her long hair back and tied it with a band, then took off her overshirt leaving only the revealing tank top. I wanted her more now than I had earlier. I needed to touch her breasts. My sex seemed to churn with my desire for this enchantress. I almost moaned out of sheer anticipation.
Again, she motioned me toward her, then told me to stop. I stood inches before her. She reached out and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my favorite black lace bra. I needed to touch her, but she wouldn't let me, not till she was done. She stood, let her skirt fall to her feet, then kicked it away. All I could do was stare. She was perfect. Everything about her. Her legs were flawless, long, and smooth. When she removed the tank top, Her stomach was tight and very lean. Her breasts seemed to spill out of her bra, and still, I longed to touch them. She let her panties fall the same way her skirt did, then sat back on the pool table. Again, she motioned me toward her.
She unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall. She did the same with my bra and panties. I was almost breathless with my desire to touch her now. The anticipation was killing me. Finally she pulled me toward her naked body. I must have seemed very eager because I dove right in. I focused first on her lovely breasts, they seemed to be churning just as I was. I ran my tongue all over them, stopping at the nipples, then moving on. I rubbed and ran my hands all over them. Just the feel of them made me so wet it almost hurt. I sucked her nipples and as I did, let my hands run the length of her body. Up her back, back down, between her thighs. The heat was intense. Finally, and reluctantly, I lead myself away from her nipples and down her stomach. She lay down and spread her legs wide. She knew what she wanted, and so did I. I plunged my fingers deep inside her opening and moved them rapidly. She squirmed on the table, moaning with every movement I made. I wanted to taste her.
I got on my knees and let myself fall into her. The taste of her nearly made me come. I writhed my tongue over and over her throbbing clit. She jerked and nearly screamed. She rubbed my hair gently, and let me know she was coming. She sat up on the table and let out a series of gasps. Her hands clamped tighter on my hair, then she moaned loudly. That moan made me tingle. It was more feeling than I had ever gotten from any guy.
She pulled me up onto the table and laid me down. She told me to close my eyes. I had never done this before. I had imagined it and longed for it many times, but had never had the guts to experience it before. I felt her spread my legs, then I felt her fingers inside of me. In and out. Steady. She kissed up and down my stomach, fingers still ingressing. She licked my nipples and I gasped. With that, the rhythm of her fingers became faster and more penetrating. I pushed myself onto her fingers and moaned. Then she fell into me as I had done to her. Her tongue moved fast and made me shiver. I felt orgasm coming on strong. I gripped the sides of the table as it came. Her fingers were still inside me and insistent, and her tongue still flicking back and forth through my wetness. I came. I came long and intense. it made me scream. It seemed to last a lifetime with her inside me, her touching me.
Then, as fast as it had begun, it was over. My time with this goddess, this enchantress, was over. We both left the party, Both went back to normal. I did anyway. I still think about her. How she bewitched me, like a Siren. My Enchantress.