speaking in tongues.
Lacey huffed and said, "Fine. I'll introduce you to some people I know."
Jane couldn't help but look over at Wyatt every so often. At one point, he caught her eye and waved her over.
Lacey murmured, "No way. Make him come to you." But Jane was already on her way over to him.
As she approached, he evicted the pretty blonde from his lap. She frowned at Jane and walked away. He motioned for Jane to sit with him.
When she hesitated, he said, "She was just keeping your seat warm, babe.”
She shrugged and sat down. Her perch allowed him a clear view down her shirt.
“You look really hot tonight," he murmured, drinking her in.
She giggled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nipped at her neck.
"You coming home with me tonight?" he asked.
She met his gaze and slowly nodded.
He had a couple more drinks and got a bit handsy with her in front of his friends. Lacey couldn't help but notice and was concerned for her friend. They barely knew each other, and he was clearly trashed. When Jane went up to go to the bathroom, she went to check on her.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
"Of course," Jane exclaimed happily. "He wants me to go home with him."
"So not gonna do that whole ‘get to know him better’ thing we talked about earlier." Lacey mused.
Jane shook her head.
"My little girl is growing up." Lacey joked. "But seriously," she continued, "be safe and make him take his time. You better tell me all about it tomorrow."
Jane solemnly promised to, and they returned to the party.
When Jane got back to Wyatt, he said "This party blows. Let's get out of here."
He lived a very short walk from where the party was. Once in his apartment, Jane looked around. It was really nice in comparison to other college apartments she had seen. There was actual framed art on the walls, and it was very clean. Too clean for a college guy. She wondered if he had a cleaning service.
He took her coat and rested it on the back of a chair near the door. Taking her hand, he led her to the living room and sat down in front of her on the sofa. Picking up a remote, he turned on a stereo somewhere. The speakers were hooked up to a surround system, and the room filled with classic rock. Feeling self-conscious because she was still standing, Jane went to sit next to him.
"Uh-uh," he said, stopping her. "Take off your clothes." He leaned back and watched her.
She blushed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Don't be a prude." he said. She uncrossed her arms and went to slip off her boots and socks.
"Do it more sexy." Wyatt demanded.
Isn't taking your clothes off in front of someone already sexy, she thought to herself. She continued to remove her boots and began rocking her hips slightly to the beat of the music. She pulled her shirt over her head and began unbuttoning her jeans. Once they were unbuttoned, he brought his hands up to slide them down her legs. She stood there for a moment in just her bra and underwear. She took a deep breath and unhooked her bra then shrugged it off.
"I thought you had bigger boobs," he said, staring at her chest.
She brought her arms up to cover herself. He placed his hands on her hips and brought her a step forward to him and then slowly pulled her underwear down. She stepped out of them and moved one hand to cover herself. He stood up and told her to undress him. She slowly unbuttoned his oxford shirt. Possibly thinking she was taking too long, he brushed her hands off and quickly finished undressing.
He stood naked in front of her, and taking her hands, he said, "Make me hard."
She gingerly touched him with her fingertips, unsure of what she was doing. It seemed to be working, though. Once he was fully aroused, he led her to his bedroom and motioned her to lie down. He quickly took a condom from a box on his bedside table and put it on. He then covered her with his body and pushed deeply into her.
She would have cried out in pain, but she bit her lip not wanting ruin it for him.