Occupied

It seemed as if everyone at the party was having a great time. It was a hot summer's night in Boston, the music was loud enough to enjoy and still be able to talk, and the beer was flowing freely. My boyfriend Mark was friends with the guys who were renting the apartment, and from what I could tell, they seemed like great guys. Mark and I had been there for about an hour, mingling freely, chatting with old friends and meeting new people. We also made good use of the kegs. We weren't driving, so we weren't bothering to pace ourselves, and I had a nice glow going relatively quickly. For me, the whole scene was perfect: a fun party on a hot Saturday night, no responsibilties until Monday morning, and I was there with my boyfriend. Being there with Mark made it so much better than if I had been been there as someone who was not in a relationship. It let me be more friendly with guys, not worrying about being hit on all the time, so I was in very good spirits.1

About an hour into the party, I was at one of the kegs to fill up my cup for what was probably the fifth time. My friend Jill was there too, and we started gabbing away about whatever had happened since the last time we had hung out. While we were talking, I looked around and saw Mark across the room standing near the bathroom and looking at me. When he knew he had caught my eye, I saw him subtly gesture with his finger that he wanted me to go over there. I mouthed the word "What?", and he silently answered back, "Come here." I told Jill that Mark wanted to talk to me, so I excused myself, and I walked through the crowd. When I got to Mark, I asked, out loud this time, "What?" With that, he reached out and took my hand and led me into the bathroom, and locked the door the door behind us.2

"What is it?", I asked him, and Mark answered by asking, "Do you know how hot you look right now?" I said, "Aww, you're sweet," and he pulled me close and kissed me. I put beer and my purse down on a hamper and kissed him back. It was a great kiss, and it quickly turned into making out. Making out with Mark was always a treat, and it wasn't long before our tongues were wrestling and dancing in each other's mouths and our lips were smacking. Mark backed me up against a wall and pressed up tightly against me, kissing me with even greater passion. I was already lost in the pleasure of the moment when I felt one of his hands grabbing my left breast and start kneading it through my blouse. It felt great, especially when he felt the nipple and gently pinched it between his thumb and index finger. I groaned his name and lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around him, pulling him tighter against me. Through my skirt, I could feel how hard he was and soon I was grinding up against him. It was heavenly.3

I felt almost as if I was in a dream. We were both getting completely turned on by the whole situation, but then we were snapped back into reality when someone started jiggling the knob of the bathroom door. We both froze in mid-grope, and looked at each other. The knob jiggled again, and while staring me in the eye and smiling, Mark said to whomever was on the other side, "Occupied." We could hear someone say that there was a bathroom in the kitchen they could use, and with that, Mark and I started up again. It was such a thrill. The combination of the music seeping in and the beer I had drunk and the knowledge that people we knew were right outside the door, literally a few feet away, all made the scene feel vitally intense and terribly naughty. He switched hands and began groping my right breast, a development that I greeted with a moan and a deliberately provocative grind into the stiff bulge that was pressing against me. I knew that would get a response and I soon felt a hand gliding up one of my thighs. There I was, up against a wall, French kissing my boyfriend while he was pinching my right nipple with one hand and tickling the inside of my left thigh with the other. We were getting so hot that if it had been winter, the mirrors would have been fogging up. It was then that I felt his thumb slide up the center of my panties.4

With everything else going on, it was as if I hadn't noticed how excited I had become between my legs. Mark's thumb started rhythmically stroking me through my nearly soaked panties, and it set off a fire inside me. I had to stop kissing, and I tilted my head back with my mouth wide open but silent, just lost in the pure physical pleasure I was feeling. I felt a surge of animal lust course through my body with an intensity that startled me. Breathing heavily, I looked Mark in the eyes. He looked back at me with a devilish smile and arched his eyebrows in a manner that wordlessly asked, "So, do ya wanna do it?" I hesitated and noticed the sounds of voices again and thought for a moment that we might get caught, so I said quietly in a wobbly voice, "Mark, we can't. Let's wait til later." Mark was still up tight against me when he playfully smirked and whispered, "Just give me one minute." With that, I felt his thumb start rubbing through my panties again. This time he managed to pay special attention to my clit, and I was off to the races again. After maybe twenty seconds I knew that I was helpless to resist my feelings any longer. 5

I pushed Mark's hands off of me and stepped away from him. Grabbing him by his shoulders, I turned his back against the wall where I had been. I bit my lip coyly and sank to my knees in front of him. While staring him right in the eye, I ran a fingernail along the top of the bulge so close to my face, and it seemed to move a bit in response. Then I undid the top button of his chinos and slowly pulled down the zipper. He was so hard that the red material of his boxer briefs pushed right through into the new space, and I gave him a squeeze that caused him to inhale suddenly. I pulled his pants straight down and then hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. With a quick but careful tug, I pulled his briefs down to the floor, and there he was. My friend was right there in front of me. Mark definitely had a beautiful cock. It was long and straight and wonderfully thick. I was pleased to note that the head was wet because that meant that we both were. I gently cupped his balls in my hand and then I leaned in and gave the head of his cock a little lick, right on the hole. This made Mark moan slightly, and then I immediately started licking the whole shaft. Mark groaned my name when I started taking the whole thing into my mouth. I had a feeling that he wouldn't last long, so I varied the tempo quite a bit to prevent him from popping his cork before I wanted him to. At one point, someone knocked on the door, and this startled Mark. He said, "Occupied" again, but this time with a voice that nearly cracked. A girl's voice asked, "How much longer?" Mark managed to say, "A couple more minutes." I almost laughed, but I kept at it.6

Eventually, I stopped and looked at Mark. I could see a measure of disappointment in his face, but I smiled and stood up in front of him. While looking at him, I bent a little at the knees, reached under my skirt, and pulled down my panties. I stepped out of them, and with an exaggerated flourish that reminded me of a stripper, I flipped them onto the hamper. Then I took a couple steps towards the sink, grabbed the edge of it, and bent over. I was going give Mark some instructions, but he didn't need any. He shuffled over to me with his pants around his ankles and folded the skirt up to my back. I knew what he was seeing and then I spread my legs wider and bent in a way that offered myself for the taking. Mark knew what I liked, so he teased me by rubbing the tip of his cock along the length of my pussy. I could feel myself opening more and more, and each time he touched my clit, I couldn't help but let out a little noise. I finally said in a hushed voice, "Mark, please fuck me." And he did. He entered me slowly, maybe a quarter of the way at first, and then he pulled out, and then back in a little bit deeper. Each slow thrust seemed a little deeper than the one before, and with him being as thick as he was, I kept feeling more and more filled. It was a glorious agony. I finally could wait no longer, and when he started entering me again, I sort of backed into him, pushing him all the way in. This made us both gasp. My eyes were closed and my mouth was open wide and my whole body was simply suffused with pleasure. We remained like that for a few moments until I said, "Fuck me." He started up again, and I was in heaven. I soon heard him say that he was getting close, and when I did, I reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit. On my fingers, I could feel the length of his cock moving in and out of me. I knew we were close, and I wanted to time it just right, so when I felt him starting to come, I sent myself over the edge. It was a shuddering climax for both of us, with me gasping and him grunting. I nearly collapsed off the side of the sink, but I held on, thank goodness. The real world slowly came back into view, and I knew we had to get going.7

"Put your pants on, loverboy," I said, and he did, not saying a word. I sidled up to him and asked with a sly grin, "Are you happy now?", and without waiting for an answer I reached up and kissed him. "Go on. Get out of here," I said, "I'll be out in a minute or two," pushing him towards the door. He opened it and slipped out, and right after he shut the door, I heard Mark tell someone, "I think someone's in there." I laughed. I cleaned up a bit and was very glad that I had a panty liner in my purse. I drank about half my beer and dumped the rest. I took a deep breath and headed back into the party. Jill was at the keg where I left her, so I went over there and asked her to fill my cup. While she was pouring the beer, she asked nonchalantly, "So, did you have fun?" I asked back, "What do you mean?" "You guys were in there for about fifteen minutes. Did you have fun?" she asked again. I couldn't stop the grin that crept across my face, and I said, "Oh yeah. I had a fucking blast." 8