The party, which had been pumping only moments ago, had gone strangely silent when Alfredo threw a punch at Victor. If not for the other players, a fight was about to break out as Victor was ready to pounce on Alfredo. People were now standing around and openly ogling the trio. As her gaze slided over the crowd, heat scorched her cheeks as humiliation flooded through her body.
Everyone had heard what Victor said.
After his gaze moved from her lips down to her chest where it lingered, Victor grabbed Brenda by her ass and pulled her to himself. About to forcefully kiss her, she kicked his crotch with her knee and pushed him off— thank God for the self defence classes she took.
Humiliated by her reaction, Victor let out a dry laugh. "You still haven't been laid right, Bree?" he blurted out. "I won't blame them, you're lousy in bed after all," he added.
That was when Alfredo landed a strong punch to Victor's right cheek. He was about throwing the second one when Francis stopped him.
Brenda wanted the floor beneath her feet to open up and swallow her whole. She wanted to flee but all the eyes focused on her seemed to paralyzed her.
Alfredo grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room. She was too stunned by the situation to question where he's taking her to. The crowd parted as she struggled to keep up with him. Whispers flew amongst the party-goers and she kept her face down.
Alfredo pulled her up the staircase.
This is exactly the kind of attention Brenda hated. When people talk about the fight that broke out between Alfredo and Victor at the party, her name will always be mentioned. She's going to be plastered all over this story and she hated that.
Once they reached the second-floor, he led her down the dimly lit hallway. Her mind kept racing, trying to process everything that transpired in roughly ten minutes of time. It never occurred to her to untangle herself from Alfredo's grasp.
Pulling out a key, he unlocked the door, yanked it open and entered pulling her in. Once she slammed it shut, her eyes found him, and they stared at each other.
*****
"What just happened?" Brenda whispered. "How am I going to show my face around campus Monday morning? This may be college, but it's more like high school on steroids. People love to talk," she ranted, pacing round the room.
What had happened that night was going to be juicy gossip for days to come because not only is Alfredo Mackenzie involved, but Victor Simons as well.
"It's my senior year, and I'm ruined!" she added.
"Look Brenda, I know this seems like a big deal right now, but it's not. Trust me. Certainly not enough for you to be this tense. Come on, Williams. I never took you for a drama queen."
Brenda gasped and spun around, not realizing how close he was. Her breasts grazed his chest and awareness scuttled through her. She could feel the heat building in between her legs. Ignoring it, she focused instead on what he said.
"A drama queen! I'm not a drama queen. You heard what Victor said. By Monday morning everyone on campus will know that I suck in bed!" she said pointing towards the door.
"You never struck me as a girl who cares about what other people thought of her," Alfredo said calmly. "Why do you care?" he added as he brushed a strand of hair off her forehead.
"I don't know. But you didn't have to punch him like that." Brenda said as she slid her fingers into her hair and shook her head, her voice climbing up as hysteria hits her.
Just then she felt his hand behind her back as drew her close and leaned in. As the distance between them covered, her mind kept screaming "what is he doing?" But somehow, she was frozen. Her body couldn't move neither could she protest. As his lips touched hers, she felt her body surrender to him— he felt it too. He kissed her deeply and she kissed him back. She could taste the lime from the beer he drank. Unconsciously her hand flew to his back as he pulled her in closer, crushing her breast with his broad chest.
Brenda was lost! She could hear herself screaming but no sound was coming. She couldn't stop herself.
The heat between her legs had turned into drips of wetness and her pussy didn't hold them back. She could feel sweat trickle down her thighs.
By the time he grabbed her ass, she couldn't take it anymore. Her hand flew to his chest and even though she wanted to caress his nipples— "damn they're hard," she thought, she summoned all the energy she had and pushed him hard.
Hands on her lips, she unlocked the door and bolted out of the room down the stairs. She could hear him calling after her but she didn't stop. She knew that whatever dignity she had left at that point was hanging by the thread.
Fleeing down the stairs with him right behind her, a group of about six or seven girls at the bottom of the steps caught her eye. As soon as their hungry gazes fall on Alfredo, they start clamoring en masse. It was like a rock star had just stepped into their midst.
Brenda rolled her eyes at their ridiculousness. They seriously didn't have a more productive way to spend their time. Like maybe empowering themselves with the education they're supposedly in school to get?
As if to answer her silent question, a few actually squealed and waved their hands in the air. Kiren, the third person she wanted to avoid, was among them.
"Arrrggghhh!" Brenda thought. "Wait a sec, instead of feeling irritated, I should thank them because they've created the perfect opportunity for me to make a hasty escape." she added and then slowed down her pace.
"It seems that your adoring public awaits," she told Alfredo, who had caught up with her.
He placed his arm over her shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Slipping from beneath his arm, she hastened down the steps. "The more distance that stretches between us, the easier it is for me to breathe," she thought.
"Aww, Williams, come on. Don't run away." Humor simmered in his voice as he shouted at her retreating backside. "I promise, there's plenty of me to go around!" he added.
Without turning, she could sense the full-blown grin on his lips. She didn't break stride as she fled, his laughter following her as she slipped into the crowd.
"What have I done?" she said aloud as she left the party.
*****
"You're such a fool!" Brenda growled at herself, pacing restlessly around her room and pounding her forehead. "How come I kissed him back? For God's sake!"
She couldn't get him out of her mind now! She had tossed and turned on her bed for the past hour, unable to sleep. When she closed her eyes, she could see him. His captivating eyes. His hot, hard nipples. She wished she could feel him pressing up against her. To feel his strong hands grab her ass while he fucked her.
She felt his hand reach for her nightgown, which barely covered her breasts. They rose and fell with each breath she drew.
He yanked her nightgown down, exposing her breasts—freedom, they sang—each hard nipple pointing at him.
Brenda couldn't bring herself to say anything to him. Not with the way he held her. She seemed to take his every breath away. He reached for her breasts, fondling them slowly, drawn in by her eager eyes. The caution bells in her head screamed louder, but Alfredo bridged the distance between them with a kiss, seizing her lips.
Everything that happened after then was a whirl of ferocious passion. Alfredo was fiery. His tongue glided down her throat, eager to taste and yearning for more. His tongue was smooth yet rough.
He licked his way down her waistline, brushed aside her underwear, and sank his mouth to her moist, dripping pussy, maintaining her eyes.
"Ohmagod!" Brenda screamed at the sensation of his rough tongue piercing, drilling, and licking her wet cunt. Her hands searched for and found his hair, squeezing it as he devoured her, not stopping until she trembled on his tongue, her wetness rubbing all over his face.
The expression on her face when she climaxed, he adored. Her eyes would expand, then close. As she tightened and exploded, her mouth would part in a quiet scream.
He took a small step back to remove his shorts. Brenda gasped for breath as she struggled to sit up. Her gaze was drawn to his dick the moment his shorts dropped, and she licked her lips.
"Come here," she ordered.
"Feisty," he said, shifting his gaze to her. "I really like that!"
When she slid her lips over him, he moaned and threw his head backwards. His hands slid reflexively into her hair, steering her lips around the length of him.
"Exactly like that.... Williams, that feels so fucking amazing."
Encouraged by his groanings, she moaned her way around his pulsating shaft. He then drew back, puffing heavily. He was so close to coming. He needed to be inside her or he'd go insane.
"Please Fred," she begged as he subtly ran the head of his dick down her dripping mound. She was desperate for him. He pounded into her, gasping at her tightness. She was in a terrific mood. Their pace became uneven and fierce as passion grew hotter between them. His body shivered as he realised he was going to come.
"Ah! Freddy Freddo!" she screamed, as their beat rapidly increased until both of them climaxed.
Just then, she woke up, drenched in sweat and found herself in her juices. She'd been DREAMING!