Simone felt her consciousness drifting in and out. Even though she was shitfaced, her insomniac mind refused to let her fully rest. She felt very relaxed and her head was no longer throbbing, but her mind kept her somewhat aware of her surroundings.
She realized that she was in a car.
She kept her eyes closed after repeatedly failing to lift her lids.
She was also aware of the fact that she was leaning against the same man's body and his arm was wrapped around her shoulders. Her head was flopped on his shoulder and she could still smell that particular cologne that made her wonder if this guy really was a stranger.
She was too tired to work it out.
Or feel any sort of concern over the fact that she didn't even remember getting into this car and didn't know where she was going.
Was this guy really a good Samaritan helping her at the request of the barmaid or a creep seeking to take advantage of a vulnerable woman? She was starting to feels hints of unease when she fell asleep again.
When she came to, she realized that she was inside her apartment, being lowered onto her couch. Thank god.
"Thank you for bringing me home. I'll pay you back, I promise." She slurred as she kicked off her heels. "Give me your number." Her face scrunched as she realized how dry her throat was. She threw an arm over her face to shield her face from the overhead light.
The light shut off and she could hear the stranger moving about in her apartment. Next thing, she was being lifted up and a glass of water was pressed to her lips. She drank on instinct and felt marginally better.
"Thank you."
Next thing, she felt herself being lifted. Her head head fell back and she saw her bedroom door upside down coming into view before she was laid to rest on it.
The stranger was being very gentle with her and Simone felt herself relaxing once more. Still, it was odd.
"Who are you? Why are you being so considerate? Do...do we know each other?"
Simone felt her bed dip slightly, indicating the man had sat down. She felt hands on her aching feet, gently massaging them. She moaned in pleasure.
"I'm not a stranger. But I don't know if you'd remember me, we were classmates not friends." The man's voice was deep and warm. Away from the noise of the bar, he sounded very pleasant to Simone's ears. So she wasn't imagining things. She knew him.
"I don't recognize your voice, but I recognize your cologne. How's that possible?" Her eyes stayed closed, his fingers on her aching feet was masterful.
"I wear a very distinct cologne, most people comment on it. So did you the first time we met. We were in science class and apparently I was in your seat." The stranger chuckled. "You told me I stank and to get out of your seat."
Simone felt an elusive memory tug at her. "I vaguely remember. Sorry about that. I had a bit of an attitude problem in, was that in high school or junior high?"
"High school," the man replied, pressing a kiss to her foot.
Simone stiffened and opened her eyes. She could make out a large man dressed in black attire with a hoodie pulled over his head. "You just kissed my foot."
The man lifted her other foot and kissed it as well.
Simone's lips parted, but she didn't know what to say. In the end it didn't matter as he began pressing more kisses on her feet, moving from her toes to her arch to her ankles and further up.
His hands began to massage her calves and thighs. She felt his breath on her skin, sending tingles over her legs and heating her blood. It must be the booze, there's no way she would let a complete stranger do this. But why did his hands feel familiar? Was he really just a random classmate from the past? Did he lie to her?
Her lashes fluttered as her lids closed once more. For the first time in a long time she wished she wasn't so drowsy. This wasn't right, she thought as his hands grasped the inside of her thighs and spread her legs open.
His soft kisses had turned into licks and nibbles and Simone found herself getting turned on. This wasn't right.
She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but the only sounds that escaped her lips were gasps of anticipation. She felt the stranger yank her dress up past her waist and gently bite her underwear, before pulling at it with his teeth.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." His voice was even deeper and husky now. Again she felt a tug in her memory but nothing clear.
"Don't stop," she whispered.
The man laughed against her belly button, dipping his tongue in. "Thank god. I couldn't take my eyes off you from the moment you walked into the bar. This dress and your heels and your red lips, fuck."
He surged up and pressed his lips to her, one hand fisting into her messy hair. "And this hair, so damn sexy," he growled against her lips.
Simone opened her mouth to his kiss. She let him take the lead, moaning as his tongue stroked and caressed the insides of her cheeks.
The stranger's hands grew bolder, pulling her dress up past her breasts. Her nipples hardened behind her bra.
The man briefly broke the kiss as he pulled her limp body up and pulled her dress over her head. Her cheek briefly rested on his shoulder. Simone was in a bit of a daze as he rid her of both her bra and her panties. She couldn't believe she was letting this happen. The last time she'd been with a man was her one and only relationship. And they'd never had sex. Though she had been in love, he had left her before they could get to the sex part.
But right now, she didn't care. She was miserable and drunk and this strangers hands and lips were making her feel so good. Consequences seemed to be far off in her mind. For one night she would give in.
Losing my virginity to a stranger, how odd.
She heard more ruffle of clothing before the man lowered himself on her, hugging her tightly and pressing a hard kiss to her lips before sliding down her body.
Simone gasped at the feel of his naked skin on hers. Damn, since when did skin feel this good? She could tell this stranger was very muscular and much larger than her. She felt a moment of fear and insecurity, but was quickly lost in sensation again as he began sucking her nipple.
Her back arched and her hands went into his hair, it was so soft.
His erection pressed against her inner thigh like a branding iron.
The man's lips moved to her other nipple, tormenting it with his tongue as his hand slid down belly and cupped her between her legs.
She gasped, spreading her legs more.
He moaned. "Damn, Mione, you're so wet for me." His fingers began to stroke her slick folds.
Simone moaned loudly and held his head tighter to her bosom as his fingers moved faster, thumb pressing into her clit.
"Oh, god. Oh, fuck. What craziness is this? I can't believe I'mmmm....with a stranger." Her words were faint as her lashes fluttered, her lower body tightening with that sweet tension.
The man licked a path down the valley of her breasts. "I'm not a stranger, Mione. I've been watching you for so long. I've wanted you for so long. But I've been too cowardly to act on it."
She moaned.
He kissed her stomach. "I'm sorry for what your father did."
She moaned.
His adjusted her, throwing her legs over his broad shoulders as his tongue licked her from the top of her shaven pussy down to where she throbbed the most. He slipped a finger into her heat, even as his lips closed over her clit, sucking hard.
"Ah!" Simone's hips jerked up off the bed. The man only pursed her more intently, his finger stroking against her inner walls as his tongue lapped at her clit.
"Ah! Oh! Fuck! Ah!" Simone's hips twisted and turned trying to both escape and press herself closer to his feasting mouth.