When Ryan walked his mother to the door she went into the kitchen and started cleaning up the dishes. She never turned around when she heard him come in. "I don't think I was really invited."
"Pay no attention to my mother, she a bit of a snob," he answered, putting his arms around her waist.
"Ryan, she doesn't like me."
"It's because you mouthed off to my father, they aren't used to someone talking back to them. I don't give a damn if they like you or not, I do and I want you there with me."
"So you are going to go?"
"Yup, and you're coming with me."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then I won't go either. But it will be fun, they will have a live band, food and plenty to drink. I think you might like meeting some of the people. Will you go with me?"
"Alright," she answered, putting her arms around his neck. "I'll go on one condition."
"What is the condition?"
"That you take me into the bedroom and f**k me real hard."
Smiling he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. "Now that is a condition I'm happy to agree too."
The Party:
The night of the party Ryan arrived at her apartment to pick her up and when she opened the door he was blown away. She looked smoking hot in a short, strapless dress. Her hair hung down in ringlets and she had on a pair of silver dangling earrings. "Wow, you look stunning," he said, feeling his c**k getting hard. He wanted to kiss her bare shoulders and rip off her dress and take her right there, on the kitchen counter.
Her eyes traveled down his body, he had on a dark suit, white shirt, and a red tie, he looked good enough to eat and she saw the bulge in his pants. Going up to him she cupped his cock in her hand and smiled up at him. "Someone's h**ny."
"If you keep your hand there another second longer we won't be going to any party.