andrea

     As I exited the hallway filled with voices of laughter and overly intoxicated smells, the room I walked into softly filled itself with the echoes of those voices. The walls around me wrapped themselves in the low light of purples reflected from the lights below them. There were plants against the rays, allowing shadows of their figure to silhouette the walls. I felt an overwhelming sense of peace in being separated from the dense energies of the party. I walked to the bed in the center of the room and sat on it. The cover embraced my figure as I lay my body upon the comforter. I felt my body evaporate into the bed and began staring at the lights in different shades against the ceiling. I let the moment entangle with my mind and body, the voices outside the room fading into the distance. I felt my hands upon my body. I could feel the tight dress wrapped around my skin as the cuts within the fabric allowed for subtle openings of my sweet skin to welcome the humid air. The areas of my skin not covered in fabric felt cold. A sudden burst in the door shocked me out of my moment, and I sat up immediately. A woman entered as fast as the door shut behind her. Her breath was hollow from the escape she had made. I watched as she calmed down before noticing me sitting on the bed and staring at her. She had caramel hair mixed with dark highlights long enough to brush against her collarbone. She had decorated her skin with gold glitter against her left cheek and down her neck, highlighting her collarbone. She was wearing a matching white set of a tight white top and skirt clinging to her skin, holes within the outfit from top to bottom on both her sides. She had big lips and a picturesque smile, which she sent my direction as she recognized I had witnessed her presence. She began to laugh as she spoke.
    “Hi, sorry you just had to see that. I was trying not to be recognized by some guys out there.” She picked herself up as she spoke and used her left hand to lock the door before coming over to where I was.
    “All good,” I smiled, “I came here to escape the social communion as well. What’s your name?” I questioned. As the words left my mouth, she jumped up on the bed to the opposite side and leaned against the pillows and wall. 
    “Andrea. Yours?” She smiled as she got more comfortable.
    “Sam.” I smiled as I shared what I considered my label for this lifetime.
    “Well, Sam,” she leaned over and pulled my arm to motion for me to get comfortable against the bed again. I followed and allowed myself to lay across the bed on my side, leaning against my hand, held by my elbow, kindly looking up towards her. The lights against the room highlighted the gold against her cheek and neck, lighting it as she moved with her words. “Tell me about the worst sexual experience you have ever had.” I lived for an easy conversation; she had just given me sweet access to a hilariously good one.
    “Yes, ma’am,” I smiled as I spoke. “It was the first time I had ever been to a burlesque club. I was sitting at one of the high ballin’ booths with some other girlfriends and their partners. I was alone, I just wanted to go out to have some fun. The evening ran through, and near the end, one of the servers left a note on my table with the words find me behind the 7th booth towards the bar. The waitress was a dime, had one of those short blonde bob haircuts, and wore a tight black dress to serve. Not gonna lie; she got me excited. So I left the table between the next sets of performances and said I had to use the bathroom. I walked towards the back, and there was a little crevice of space between these booths that was enough to fit a person, so I walked straight through. I entered this little secret room, and there she was. She had her dress unzipped on the back, turned to me, and asked me for help removing it. Now, I was too down and had a few drinks, so I wasn’t about to say no. I walked over and helped her slip the dress off as she said to me she needed to change before going on stage in a few sets. I was stoked, dude. Things started to get heated a bit as she was kissing me and rubbing against me, and I will say that my hands were wandering a bit across her body.”
    “This doesn’t sound so bad.” Andrea interrupted. The story enticed her as she crossed her legs and wiggled in the bed to stay comfortable. I lifted myself as I spoke to pull myself closer to her on the bed. 
    “Just wait.” I smiled, now a few inches from the bottom half of her. “So this girl and I were messing around, right? She started taking off some of my clothes or reaching for them, and I wasn’t about in the mood for that; she was the one who needed to be touched, so I pulled her hands away and told her just to let me please her since it was what she wanted.” As the words left my mouth, Andrea jumped around on the bed, pulled her skirt down a bit not to let it ride up too far, and moved into a position parallel to me on her side. She lay less than a pillow's distance away from me, our heads staring against each other as I spoke. “The girl obliged, and my hands were all tied up in her, yeah? Her breath was heavy, and obviously, we were in a place where others might hear her if she was too loud, so I pulled her close to me to keep her more present.” Andrea moved again, pulling herself onto her stomach, inching closer to me as I told the story, intrigued.
    “When does this get to a bad story, huh?” she laughed and bit her lip. 
    “What if it doesn't?” I asked, “Would that be disappointing, or is the story good enough to keep going?” I could hear her gasp for a bit of air.
    “I guess I would expect a climactic end if you didn’t tell me it wouldn’t get bad.” As the words left her mouth, I felt my body excited. She was stunning. Her lips aligned perfectly against her face, she had cat eyes filled with a lightened brown, staring up at me. Her voice had changed; I felt she was intrigued by me or the story. I ignored the excitement in me and continued with the story.
    “So she was wet, so beautiful, excited, and I was having the time of my life with my hands, but I was ready for a step more. I could hear the crowd outside clapping with enthusiasm between the sets. I began kissing her, down her neck, heading towards her chest, and so on, yeah?” Andrea swallowed, agreeing with the story. “And then I felt hands grab me from behind, trying to take my shirt off; I would've been inclined had it been a girl, but I felt a brush of a guy’s boner against my backside, and it shocked me right out of what I was doing. I, dead in my tracks, stopped and pulled myself away, and the girl begged me to have a threesome with her and her partner. I was very uncomfortable. The guy began to take his shirt off, and nothing against men, you know,” Andrea was laughing at this point, unable to hold it in. “but I’m only into the ladies if you know what I mean.” I laughed with her a bit. “I don’t know if I need to finish, but I left that evening and couldn’t stop thinking about how long that man had been watching before he interjected himself into the experience. 
    “That is nauseating,” Andrea laughed a bit with me for a moment, enjoying the embarrassment I had shared with her. 
    “Does that make it your turn?” I asked softly. She pulled herself closer to me before answering.
    “I’d rather have a better experience than that if you’re interested?” She bit her lip again, and my whole body was dripping in excitement.
    “Absolutel-” She cut me off as I answered by kissing me. Her lips were sweet against mine. As our mouths entangled, I pulled myself up against her skin, my hands wandering first against her face as we kissed. The air felt hot; her hands were against my back, caressing my skin softly with her fingertips. I let my hand wander down to her chest, softly moving my fingers across her breasts, one before the other. Her tongue played with mine as our breaths elongated. I softly bit her lip, and she laughed.
    “I’ve never done this with a stranger before,” she whispered between kisses. My hand moved down her ribs, her waist, her hips.
    “Do you want this?” I pulled my hand down to her skirt and began to lift it slowly as I waited for her response. She moaned yes into my lips before kissing me again. My hand pulled her skirt far enough up to slide my fingers between her legs. She wasn't wearing anything beneath, the lovely smooth liquid spread between her lips. I dipped my fingers into it before gliding them slowly against each crevice of her sweet skin. She pulled her legs open as I kissed her, smiling between the moments, watching her moan at the slow movements. Her hand graced itself upon mine as my finger lightly pressured against her; softly, in slow, circular movements, she began to pant against my lips. I slowed. “Tell me what you want,” I whispered. She held her breath for a moment as she caught her breath and looked me right in the eye.
    “I want you to kiss me,” she pulled her fingers against her lips and moved them down as she spoke, “from my lips to my neck, all the way down,” I cut her off with a kiss.
    “As you wish,” I smiled. I kept my fingers slowly gracing against Andrea's skin, moving down and back up to her clit, between the two enough to not let her reach climax just yet. I pulled my lips from her mouth and kissed beneath it, against her neck in a slow line, down her collarbone and then her breasts. I took my tongue against her skin and across each nipple, slowly and softly sucking at them. Her breath began to get heavy again. Small slips of moans would escape; I could tell in this that she loved the caress of her breasts. I moved down towards her stomach and her hips, kissing every inch of them before moving down to the soft skin beneath her belly. My left hand reached up against her breasts to keep a soft touch against them as I devoured her. My lips reached the top of her heaven. She pulled herself up against the bed diagonally to make room for me against the bed with her. She looked down at me; I could see the want in her breath, her lips, “Are you ready?” I asked softly.
    “Yes,” she whispered. She opened her legs for me, my right hand reaching beneath her waist, grasping her lower hips as my left held her breast, my thumb softly gracing against her nipple. I took my tongue and licked softly against her clit; her breath became heavier as I moved my tongue against her lips, making physical love to every section. Circular motions, her magical liquids drenching my lips, soaking me in her pleasure. She tasted incredible; soft touches of sweetness came from different sections. I looked up at her. She watched me as I licked softly from one section to another. I could feel her presence as I closed my eyes and fell into the moment, devouring her skin. Her breath, one with her voice at this point, let my mouth take control, softly and rhythmically licking each section. Her voice became loud, her panting heavy and moans escaping. She reached down and grabbed my hair as I moved with her. I could feel her clit clenching beneath the touch of my lips. She moaned, “Make me come, oh, make me come.” I relished in the words as they left her lips, my motions speeding up so slightly, not once losing rhythm. She moaned as loud as she had, and her entire body pulsated beneath my tongue. I slowed my rhythm, not stopping to let her relish in every last moment of my lips and tongue. Her breath began to slow as I pulled my lips off her, kissing her body from where I was to her hips, making my way back towards her breasts and soft to her lips. As I kissed her lips, her breath was one with her body; she was resting in pure bliss. I smiled. 
“You’re a treat. I hope you know that.” She laughed.