The Fear of Messing Up (Heating Up)

Alexis! My ex-girlfriend! The night of drama has begun. Wonderful history have been made between Alexis and I, but ended with a case of cheating and lies. No one could be trusted within the relationship between her and I. Alexis was not ugly, trust I would not be paired with someone I can't take pictures with, but I know her life style and can tell that she is nothing but trouble. I turned around and looked Alexis in the eyes. I could tell she had a few drinks for the night and knew that she was at a level that could cause problems-- not for her but for me. When Alexis drinks she... Alexis pulled my arm and dragged me away from my beautiful dance partner. I turned facing the sexy girl that I was moving further and further away from and yelled to her "I'll be back". I looked for my best friend and could not find her anywhere within the room. I was in for some trouble. I looked to see if anyone was noticing me move towards the door to the outside world of the party. No one was looking, but I was now clear of the crowd and outside still being dragged to place I could not figure. Alexis, in front of me, was staggering with each step and was moving towards the cars parked around the house outside. In the pathway of the direction we were walking Alexis was walking to her car now. I was thinking in my head, thank goodness I just got out of a relationship with my girlfriend of three months, Janelle. If I was to cheat on her, then I know that I would not be alright with myself. In fact even if I messed around with Alexis now while I'm single, I can kiss the opportunity of getting back with Janelle away!

"Alexis, what are you doing?"

"Shh... don't say anything, Anthony, just follow me!"

Alexis opened her car door and sat in, still holding my hand she pulled me inside with her. She was in the mood for sex, just by telling from her motions of unbuttoning her shirt and trying to sit on my lap. Alexis was wearing a pink button up, skin tight shirt, with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. She had jeans that were so tight on her legs I could see everything that was in her pockets, and feel them too. Her hair was straightened with curled bangs. She smelled so good, even though she had a couple of alcoholic beverages, her breath smelled rather fruity then the foul smell after drinking alcohol. Her body had the fragrance of some type of perfume that smelled like cherry blossoms. The smell of her skin made me want her just as much as she wanted me; but I was thinking too much of my recent relationship and began to resist. Alexis was kissing me constantly on my neck while trying to take her shirt off. She moved towards my ears with her tongue and I could feel something warm and wet move around my ear as her breathing tickled my insides. She now sat on top of me in her bra and jeans. With the motion of her tongue she triggered a hormone in me that made me return the actions Alexis was giving. I was now gently moving my hands up and down her back and spine as I used my tongue to massage her neck and shoulders. I began to move down towards her breast that were in her bra when all of a sudden she started to moan. Her legs were moving too much at the time and she started grinding on my thighs. I could tell she wanted me to go inside of her but something in my head was hesitating the more."I can't" I whispered. But the words were just fading and mixing in with the heavy breathing we were both making. The windows were now fogged and the car was heated. Somehow Alexis lifted my shirt up over my head and I continued to move my lips down to her breast. I now was moving my tongue over her left nipple as they were ripped and pointed. Alexis breast were big but not as big as melons, nice size that made me attracted to her in the past. I squeezed her breast and moist them with every bite. Her moaning got louder and louder and she was now grinding even more. Alexis then took one of my hands and moved it from her naval down towards the opening of her pants. As she tried to force my hand down her pants my cell phone rung with the ringer of...
(to be continued)

The Fear of Messing Up

Walking in the house with about a room full of college kids my age, I noticed that there was no empty spots to stand except on the other side of the room. My best friend, Destined, and I held on to each other as we pressed our way through the sweaty dancers moving rapidly. Saying hey to the crowd as we walked through we were approached about twenty times. My best friend and I were two good looking people and we noticed that most eyes were on the both of us. I was wearing khaki shorts with with a black fitted tee-shirt. I had some black Air Force I shoes on with gold trimming on them. I was wearing a black fitted with a gold scarf wrapped around my head. Black and gold was the color scheme for the night for the both of us because she was wearing gold high heels with black leggings. Her short dress had a mixture of black and gold as her patterns. Her hair was curled and her ears were dangling with gold earrings that jingled as she walked. We were looking nice for the night. Not trying to steal the night away, like that wasn't our plan in the first place, we continued to walk to that empty space on the opposite end. Finally out of the crowd and in a area where we can actually breathe we were hot from the heat built up from the dance floor. The party was hype and so many people looked attractive. Guys and girls approached us from the empty space we were standing and danced with attempted us. We were fine with the company because no one frightful had approached yet. In the distance I noticed the one girl who caught my attention the most out of all the girls within the room. She was wearing a black skirt that stopped inches above arm length. Her top was colored in teal and yellow patterns and the neck area swooped down to show a little bit of her nice bulged breasts. She was thin but had enough meat on her and around the right areas of her body that a guy would ask for. She was light skinned with black silky hair that was straight and stretched down to her shoulders. I decided that I was going to move in. I was going to go and dance with her without hesitation. Besides she was standing without a dance partner and the song required everyone to be paired up. Moving closer for the dance of the night I looked back at Destined. The guy dancing with her had his hands moving around to her waist. She looked as if she was enjoying every moment with this guy. He was tall and dark skinned, with a fitted on his head. His hair was short in the brush cut form. He wore a fitted tee that showed the muscles he possessed. He wore jeans that were not too baggy and not to skin tight. His shoes were Forces and matched his outfit but stuck out to be different from the clothing he was wear, somehow. The colors he wore were red and yellow. The more him and Destined grind the more she relaxed and laid her head back. I continued to move towards the girl I had my eyes on and by time I reached her she was looking my way. She knew I was coming for her. I was now face to face with her and she slowly turned her body with her face still looking towards me. She placed her nice size jeans on my khaki shorts and began to move slowly back and forth. The more the music played the more we grind, the more she grind the more I was enjoying the moment. The more I enjoyed each minute the more I noticed eyes were on us and she relaxed as if to spite the guys who wanted to dance with her. As we continued to dance, with the song fading out as the DJ was mixing in a new song, I felt some hands move around my waist from behind. I was beginning to turn around to see who it was but the person placed their face against my back so I could not see. I wanted to stop dancing to turn and see who this mystery person was but i didn't want to mess up the flow of my dancing partner in front of me. I slowly turned my head without being noticeable because I wanted to see who it was. From the size of the body and complexion of the hands I had a thought of who this person could be. I looked up and noticed my best friend looking towards me with a shocked and concerned look on her face. I could tell that trouble was behind me. I stopped dancing and turned around to reveal... (to be continued)


*This is not based on personal experience! So I am not included in this story!

New Beginnings

thanks to SC8709 and his stories from his blog site, I will be beginning a blog site myself and will be entertaining readers with some good stories as well. Thanks SC8709 for inspiring me!