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I lift my hands to her face and wipe away the single streak from her cheek before coming down and rubbing my thumb over her full bottom lip. Now that my hands are on her, I can’t pull them away. I don’t even try to imagine what she looks like. My imagination couldn’t conjure up her genuine beauty if I tried.
Her breath hitches as I lean in closer. Her soft, minty breath is mixed with the sweet smell of a candy apple. Sweet and crisp. I pause, taking in her scent, the feel of her warm breath on my face, and the sound of it deepening.
Wrapping my palm on her cheek, I bring her in to close the gap and press into her soft lips with mine.
The world stops, and we’re the only two in the room.
Hands down, the best kiss I’ve ever had. Better than Natalie Kippins, my high school crush, or Lisa Darvey, the girl I lost my virginity to. This girl, this mystery girl, is hands down the best. And the sparks I’m feeling going through my body are the most incredible feeling I’ve ever felt and will ever feel.
It’s not just the unknown or my temporary blindness heightening my other senses. It’s this girl. This perfect woman who had been sent here just for me.
Our lips lock into each other and the tip of my tongue runs along her upper lip. She pulls away and clears her throat.
Fuck. What am I doing?
I don’t even know her name. That hasn’t stopped me before at a drunken party, but here we’re both sober. Mostly. This girl doesn’t seem like the drunken one-night stand type. We had a great time, but not let's jump into bed, great. I could, but her… maybe not.
“I’m sorry. Was that too much?” I force my hand down from her face. I should tell her my name. Can we take these stupid blindfolds off now?
“No. It wasn’t too much.” She feels the same way. There’s an intense electricity between us, neither can ignore. She leans closer to whisper. “Would it be too much to ask you to come upstairs? My room is the third one in. I don’t really like an audience.”
Well now, maybe I was wrong about her.
This girl could be the one for me, and we should take it slow, but I’m a twenty-year-old horny college student. I’m not going to say no to that.
We quietly make our way up, and she feels around the hall counting the doors we pass.
One…Two…Three.
After she punches in a code to the lock, the door opens and I’m struck with the same candy apple scent that is this mysterious girl I can’t even see.
Slowly we step in, but once the door shuts behind me, she pins me against it.
I’m not usually the one being pinned back or letting the girl take control, but I don’t hate it.
I reach up to remove my blindfold, and she stops me.
“Let’s leave them on,” she says in a sultry voice.
I’d say yes to anything she says in that voice. Especially when she follows it by biting and pulling my lip.
This girl has me by the balls. Literally, her hand is already down my pants. She’s quick.
I’m quicker, but I can’t see a thing and have no idea where I am. Our hands are still tied, making this very difficult. I take a second to think, but it’s too long and my brain is in a haze of lust. Fuck it. I pull our hands up and rip the cloth, tying us together with one pull.
Mystery girl gasps before I pull her against me, crashing my mouth onto hers. Our lips collide messily in the dark, desperate for a taste.
My hands find her round plump ass, and I give it a hearty squeeze to fill up my hand. I’ve always been an ass man. I love a good round juicy ass I can sink my teeth into. Now, I have to imagine what it looks like, but I let my hands form around it to give myself a complete picture.
I want to look at her. I want to see her. She insists on leaving the blindfolds on. Is she hiding something or does she not want to see who I am? It doesn’t matter. Not when she’s dragging me across her room by the hem of my shirt.
After a few steps, we stop, and she pulls my shirt over my head. Running her fingers over every inch of my chest and abdomen. I do the same to her. She’s short, and it’s easier for me to get her shirt off, but then I take my time letting my fingers trace over the curve of her neck. Over her collarbone, and the lace of her thick bra straps.
I trace her bra line before taking one cup full in my palm. It fits perfectly, filling my big hand and then some.
She moans at my touch, spurring me on to move faster. I reach back for the clasp, needing to feel her flesh, but it’s already undone. She quickly pulls it off herself, waiting for no man.
Don’t worry, I don’t plan on making her wait.
