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One woman's last night of pleasure.
Casey's face broke into a wide smile. I quickly became flustered at the sheer number of teeth. She spoke again, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"I saw you watching me at the dance a few weeks ago. You couldn't keep your eyes off me. Even my ex noticed." I blanched. Here it was; the mocking had begun. Of course she'd noticed me staring. I'd been bloody obvious.
God-please smite me where I stand.
But Casey wasn't done.
"You know, I've been thinking a lot lately--about what it might be like. To be fucked. By a woman, that is." She broke off, bit her lip, and glared suddenly. "I have been fucked by a man, you know."
I didn't know quite what to say to that, so I just eyed this new demonstration of insanity warily and tried not to giggle.
"I know you want me, Molly. I saw you." She smirked, but it looked forced. Was she nervous?
Panic. Run away. Was this a test? Was I supposed to screech in disgust, and say, 'What? No way, man!' and act like I found the very idea repulsive?
The trouble was, I didn't find it repulsive. At all. My treacherous brain, tempted by the sheer, miniscule possibility that she was really offering what I thought she was, began to torture me with images of kneeling on this very bed, driving into her with her legs spread wide and curled over my shoulders, perfect white teeth biting into her perfectly plump lips.
I gulped the ridiculous thoughts away and tried to concentrate against the pounding of my heart and curling of my toes, feeling betrayed by my own body.
"The door is locked. No one will hear us."
My eyes went wide. What?
It was then that I started to really flip out, as my wits caught up to the situation. The door was locked? What the fuck? Since when? I didn't dare look at it to check, though, because Casey's gaze had become positively predatory, and part of me *knew* that if I looked away even once she might pounce.
"You want this," she said, raising her hand, and my eyes followed despite their best wishes as she began stroking her breast through her shirt. "You want me." My heart felt ready to leap to its death, and I couldn't speak. My throat had closed up. Her fingers' circling motions were making her confident breaths falter, and I just couldn't take it anymore. She had to stop, or I knew I'd do something I regretted.
But she showed no sign of slowing down.
Soon she had captured my wrist and was pulling my shaking hand upward, to rest on her breast over her shirt. She tightened her grip around my arm, and I suddenly found myself with a handful of perfectly soft flesh.
My jaw went slack. My pupils dilated, and I hardly dared breathe. I tried half-heartedly to pull away, but then she did something even more unexpected and fell backward against the bed, taking my wrist-and therefore me-with her.
I found myself drawn into a sitting position between her spread legs, in a state of frozen shock, shoulders tense. Her non-occupied hand feathered across my bicep, and I shivered as her fingers wandered upward, stroking my neck with the lightest of touches. I felt my hair being tucked behind my ear, the caress like electricity. Casey's breaths grew shallower, and she was staring at me with an expression somewhere between awe, hunger... and genuine excitement.
Without warning, something in me snapped.
I grabbed both of her delicate wrists and pinned them on either side of her body. She gasped, but I forced her to lie still, pressing my body down the length of her so that we were flushed together. She struggled a bit and made a squawking noise, but I ignored it in favor of basking in the feel of a small, soft body beneath my own.
"I knew you were bent..." she whispered accusingly, a bit of a laugh fluttering through her words, but she must have seen something in my eyes that gave her pause because she stopped talking. And then I couldn't look away from her lips. They were so perfect. Everything about her, so soft...
I lowered my h