An image suddenly appeared full-blown in Kaylee’s mind, and a thought hit her like a jackhammer. It was so obvious and so plain, but for some reason it suddenly seemed very profound: right now, probably just twenty feet away, Miranda was having sex with some guy. What Miranda had done and was doing was so carefree, so I-don’t- give-a-shit-because-I’m-horny. Kaylee couldn’t help but admire how forward and carefree it was. Miranda had wanted pleasure and she’d gone after it. Sometimes, Kaylee wished she could do things like that. Touching herself in the shower when she felt the urge just wasn’t the same. But what was she supposed to do — go from being an honor student to being a party girl overnight?
“She’s crazy,” said Kaylee. “I kind of wish I were that crazy sometimes.”
“So be crazy,” said the bartender.
“It’s not that simple. It’s not who I am.”
He shrugged. “I’d help you be crazy. Just offering my services, you know.” Then he laughed again, but this time, she was pretty sure that the laugh was just a foil. He meant it… if she were willing to mean it too.
Before she knew what she was doing, she turned and awkwardly kissed the bartender on the mouth. Then she turned back and resumed her position beside him, blushing.
He looked over at her, but she kept looking straight ahead. That was so out of character.
She felt his hand behind her, in the small of her back. Then his other was on her belly. He turned toward her and kissed her, and this time it lingered just a bit longer because she didn’t have to be the initiator. She simply had to allow it, and she realized that she very much wanted to.
Her skirt suddenly seemed too tight. Her underwear felt somehow full. The feeling was primal, and warm. His hand stayed behind her, hovering on the small of her back. Then Kaylee felt the hand move down onto her ass. Her mouth opened just a little, and a small breath escaped her.
Then, still behind her and out of sight to any onlookers, the bartender’s hand found the bottom of her skirt. He watched her face. When she didn’t protest, the fingers went lower, now onto the skin of the back of her left leg. Then the hand doubled back and went higher, under the fabric this time, finding the crease between her ass and her leg, the bottom of her panties.
This time, her eyes closed as she exhaled. She snapped them open. A pleasure face would alert others to what was happening behind her.
The need for stealth did nothing to dampen the warmth and wetness radiating from her.
The bartender played with the bottom edge of her panties, still watching her face for a reaction. She looked straight ahead. She was afraid that if she looked at him, she’d get embarrassed. That would be bad, because if she got embarrassed, she might stop what was going on. And she really didn’t want to stop what was going on.
His hand cupped her ass, his index finger moving under the bottom edge of her panties. She felt the finger brush her outer lips, which had become very wet. It went back and forth, slowly, extending and flexing at the knuckle so that the people in the bar wouldn’t see his hand or shoulder move if they looked over.
Why am I allowing this? she thought. This isn’t who I am.
And yes, she should probably stop it. But now his finger was playing very near her opening, and her wetness was causing it to glide frictionlessly back and forth, in and around.
She leaned toward him and whispered, “I want to do something crazy.”
“Thank God,” he said. She looked down and noticed that a noticeable protrusion had formed at the front of his jeans.
“I want to go upstairs,” she said.
“Chuck is my roommate,” he said. “It’s a studio apartment. So unless you want to be really crazy…”
His finger was rubbing her back and forth, back and forth. Waves of pleasure were causing her to shake a little, but she was still present enough to see the picture in her mind. Miranda and Chuck would be screwing beside them if they went upstairs. What she was doing was crazy enough.
“Somewhere else, then.”
“There’s a storeroom,” he said.
“Does it lock?” She was feeling a strange mixture of abandon and prudence. Screwing this strange guy in the back room was now somehow okay, but being walked-in-on was still unacceptable.
He leaned in to whisper in her ear. The heat of his breath sent a thrill up her spine.
“Yes.”
And as if to drive the point home from both ends, he slid his whole hand around the contour of her ass as he leaned closer, causing the finger to go further under her panties. It passed her folds and actually slid inside of her.
“Show me,” she said.
She turned, the motion pulling his hand out from under her skirt. Then she stopped and swiveled to face him, planting her palms against a delightfully firm chest.
“Wait,” she said. “This is nuts. I don’t even know your name.”
“Chad,” he said.
“Okay, Chad. Now I feel better. Show me the storeroom.”
He took her by the hand as if he was afraid she’d change her mind and led her down a small hallway toward the bathrooms. They passed the bathrooms and came to an unmarked door. He had a key on a lanyard around his wrist and slid it urgently into the lock. It was as if he sensed that some big clock was ticking. Kaylee took another look at the front of his jeans and realized that in a way, it was. She felt the same clock ticking deep inside of herself — a desperate need to be filled, lest she explode.
“This is the only key,” he said. “It keeps getting lost, and I keep telling the owner to make a copy. He never has.”
The door opened and they ducked inside. Chad flicked on a light and closed the door behind them. Kaylee reached out and tried the knob, making sure that it had latched.
There were rolls of paper towels and cleaning supplies and bags of food all around the small room, but Kaylee lost sight of all of that when Chad’s hands were suddenly all over her, pawing at her shirt and pulling it up, over her head. Then his fingers fumbled behind her and her bra came off, and then he was stooping down, his mouth over one of her nipples, his hand cupping her breast.
She felt herself getting wetter and wetter. She wasn’t in the mood for foreplay; this had become serious business. She pulled his shirt off and placed her hand on his stomach, fingers down, and then pushed her hand lower. It slid below his jeans, below his boxers, and a moment later her hand was on a cock so hard and so warm that she felt sure that getting it off was a medical necessity. She used her other hand to unbutton and unzip his jeans to give herself some room, then began rubbing up and down on its underside.
He reached down and began pulling off his jeans and boxers.
“Take everything off,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”
Kaylee was glad that Miranda’s quips about Kaylee’s good body were fresh in her mind, but it almost didn’t matter because the air between them was so hot. But as an added bonus, Chad’s body turned out to be trim and lean, effortlessly athletic.
They were totally undressed within seconds. She crossed the space between them and pressed the length of her body against his. The intense, whole-body skin-to-skin contact was thrilling; she could feel his warmth radiating into her. His chest pressed against her sensitive breasts. His rock-hard length pressed into the hollow between her legs. She wanted it inside of her. She rubbed herself against it, but he was too tall for her to guide it in without actually guiding it in, and the tiny part of her that wasn’t yet totally on board — the This isn’t what Kaylee Islip does! Kaylee is a good-girl honor student! part — refused to let her use her hands. She ground against it, feeling its lower edge tickle the tops of her lips and the sensitive clit at the top. She rose to her toes, feeling the slick head rub against without quite popping inside.
Then he reached a strong arm under her left leg from the inside and hooked it up into the air, and then, with her spread open, it did pop inside. A gasp escaped her as she felt the head of his cock slide over her pubic bone and into the space between her legs, filling her all at once. Her arms were around him. She buried her head in the hollow of his neck, his hot skin filling her open mouth, and she found herself biting him gently.
She expected him to start thrusting immediately, but he didn’t. With one leg up and one leg on the floor, now turning around so that her back was against a wall of shelves, he could go very deep, and he did, slowly. He filled her to the hilt, all the way in, so that the root of his cock pressed against her mound and her clit. Once in, he began grinding. Her clit rolled between their pubic bones while his cock moved against the length of her insides. The
