“Jeremy. You need to breathe. Come on, dude,” I insist.
Finally, he gets in a few short breaths. They slowly get deeper and more promising.
Within a few deep breaths, Jeremy’s lungs decide they’re ready to function again.
Phew.
Let it be known to the world that if survival was on me and if breathing couldn’t fix the problem, we’d be goners.
I don’t ever want to be an EMT or a nurse or a doctor or any of that shit. It’s way too fucking stressful.
“What the hell happened to you?” I exclaim. “You scared me half to death, Jer.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he replies. “I just didn’t expect to see that.”
Jeremy is pointing ahead of us, just a handful of feet away. I turn my head to where he’s directing his attention, and I gasp just slightly at the sight before us a little ways away.
The couple I saw out on the dance floor…the ones who were all but in each other’s pants off to the edge of the crowd? They’re going at it even harder in an alleyway between two buildings.
The girl’s luscious blonde locks are tousled all over her head, some of it drooping over her face and covering the gorgeous blue eyes I saw inside. Like, her eyes are the color that everyone wishes they had.
And not to mention she’s got an absolutely smokin’ body. Shit, the dude going at her knows it, too. He can’t stop touching her.
Shit. Is that fucking Emilia?
God, I haven’t seen her in…four years? We were like, partying besties back in the day, and now she’s got some guy getting into her pants. In public! And she was the tame one!
Well, fuck. Good for her. I resist the urge to shout something ridiculous like ‘You go, girl!’ at her and wreck her moment.
“Should we go inside?” asks Jeremy. He’s clearly not sure.
“Oh, please. I can’t imagine they’d be going at each other like this if they didn’t at least enjoy the thought of somebody maybe watching them,” I respond. “Besides, don’t you want to see what happens?”
“I don’t know, Laura…”
“Jeremy! Stop thinking so hard. Just live in the moment tonight, eh?”
Jeremy says nothing and backs himself against the side of the building, tilting his head enough to see the two of them still going at it.
I watch as Emilia slowly lifts her leg up and wraps it around the tall, handsome man’s hip and thigh. Her black Louboutins have a sexy sheen in the glow of the street light, adding even more allure to the already insanely sexy vibe she gives off.
His head tilts and turns, complementing hers and switching directions as their lips lock in a passionate, dramatic kiss. What I saw on the dance floor was a mere appetizer for these two.
God, I would kill to have this much passion in my life.
I can’t tell if it’s just watching this guy grind his cock against this girl’s pussy, the only barrier being their clothing, or if it’s the deprivation or the alcohol…but I’m so fucking horny right now.
I literally cannot tear my eyes away from them.
I’m so full of lust and desire that my pussy lips are literally aching for attention. Right there in the middle of the smokers’ area, I start rubbing my thighs together, forcing my thong to tease against my clit.
I look around quickly and realize there’s benches out here and promptly sit myself down with my hands between my legs. I try to be inconspicuous about it at first, just rubbing my fingers against my clit through my thong.
But as the two of them get even more into it, seeing him thrusting his cock against her, dry humping her against the building and groping hard at her tits, I get a little bolder.
I spread my legs and slide my fingers into my dripping pussy, using that sexy couple as my own live action pornography.
Jeremy breaks his attention from the couple to look over at me.