Filthy Dirty Normal, Volume 1 Page 3

  The clubs were warm, which was nice. Kaylee had been cold outside. They all had. They’d walked briskly from the cars, hugging their arms around themselves, their heels clicking staccato beats on the concrete, giggling and making shivering noises. They’d known it would be chilly, but nobody wanted to be burdened with a coat in the clubs, and nobody had wanted to wear jeans.

  Well, except for Kaylee. When Kaylee had emerged ready to go at the beginning of the evening, Miranda had laughed and told her to go and put on something more “partyish,” which apparently was college girl code for “sexy.” Miranda only greenlit Kaylee’s choice when she emerged wearing the only skirt she’d brought with her to school, but told her to trade the sweater thing she was wearing above the waist for a sleeveless blouse that, in Kaylee’s opinion, was a little bit too small on her. Miranda had scoffed and made gagging noises, saying, “Yeah, you’re so fat,” in a sarcastic way that made Kaylee giggle. Miranda wasn’t at all fat herself, but she had more meat on her than Kaylee did and had already made several jokes about how she was going to have trouble hooking up with guys if Kaylee stood too close to her.

  After three clubs and three watered-down drinks (Miranda had shown her how to get them from the youngest male bartender at each club because they never seemed to care about their hands’ lack of stamps), Kaylee still felt uncomfortable standing in the middle of a room dressed the way she was. She wasn’t used to her legs being exposed in the off-season, and she definitely wasn’t used to the way the room’s air played right up under her skirt. Every time someone walked by her, she felt a draft all the way up to her panties. It made her feel exposed. The heels, which made her ass stick out, weren’t helping. Neither was the way the cold air on the way from the last club had made her nipples stand out.

  Kaylee felt out of place, she thought, because she’d always been “the good girl” and didn’t have much experience being borderline slutty — a line she felt like she was currently toeing. Her nipples were super-visible under the tight top, and all that stood between the others in the club and a view of her crotch was perspective. If a guy squatted down beside her (say, to pick up something he’d dropped) he’d get an eyeful.

  She couldn’t believe some women had the confidence to dress this way every day, going to work and out to eat wearing what was essentially a loin cloth. The skirt barely went halfway down her thighs. She never should have let Miranda talk her into wearing it. She could barely believe she’d packed it. She’d gotten it almost five years ago, and in that time, either she’d gotten taller or the skirt had gotten shorter.

  And speaking of Miranda, where was she?

  Kaylee barely knew the five other girls. They were all from her floor, and she knew them by sight, and she’d exchanged a few words with them. She could see a few of them around the bar, but she couldn’t see Miranda, and she’d made Miranda promise to stay by her. She’d only known Miranda for a month, but in college, surrounded by so much newness, a month’s relationship felt very long indeed.

  She was annoyed at Miranda for a second, but then that pleasant dulling sensation from the drinks took over again, and she remembered that her hands and feet were just a little bit tingly and that everything was cool. Everything felt a bit more fun than she suspected it actually was.

  “You looking for your friend?” said a voice behind her.

  She turned around and found herself face-to-face with the bartender who’d given her her most recent drink. The drink was still in her hand, untouched. She hadn’t felt brave enough to drink it. She didn’t think she was precisely drunk, but she was normally a teetotaler and currently felt drunk enough.

  “Yeah,” said Kaylee.

  “Well, you may be waiting a while. I saw her go upstairs with my buddy Chuck.” He made an embarrassed face. Then the look passed and he indicated the drink in Kaylee’s hand. “How’s that drink?” he said.

  Kaylee’s face felt warm. Embarrassingly, so did another part of her. The bartender was really cute; she’d noticed that when he’d handed her the drink. She’d felt the tiniest buzz when their fingers had brushed during the hand-off. Not that she usually flushed around cute guys. It must be the alcohol.

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I haven’t tried it. Miranda made me get it, but I don’t really want to drink anymore.”

  He chuckled. “I hear you. I don’t drink, myself.”

  That was different. First of all, he worked in a bar. And second, he seemed to be about her age. Didn’t they all drink?

  “I don’t normally, either. I feel a little impaired.”

  He smiled. “I doubt you’re too impaired if you’re choosing the word ‘impaired.’”

  “I guess not. ‘Buzzed,’ then. Everything feels … nice.”

  “What feels nice?”

  Good question. She was just feeling uncomfortable and annoyed at her roommate. Now she was leaning against the bar with a cute guy who seemed to not have anywhere he’d rather be, or needed to be. Maybe his shift was over.

  “I don’t know … nice night, cute guy….”

  Oops.

  She started to open her mouth to apologize for being forward, but he spoke first.

  “Well, thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  She giggled. She didn’t usually giggle. Damn alcohol. Only, that wasn’t fair. She knew that the drinks in her system weren’t making her do anything she didn’t want to do. She just seemed to have lost a level of self-censorship.

  “You want to dance?” he asked.

  “This isn’t a dance club,” she said.

  “Ha. Yeah. There’s kind of no clear way to go about this.”

  This? She felt herself flush again.

  “Except for what our friends did, of course,” he said with a laugh, and pointed at the ceiling.

  An image suddenly appeared full-blown in Kaylee’s mind, and a thought hit her like a jackhammer. It was so obvious and so plain, but for some reason it suddenly seemed very profound: right now, probably just twenty feet away, Miranda was having sex with some guy. What Miranda had done and was doing was so carefree, so I-don’t-give-a-shit-because-I’m-horny. Kaylee couldn’t help but admire how forward and carefree it was. Miranda had wanted pleasure and she’d gone after it. Sometimes, Kaylee wished she could do things like that. Touching herself in the shower when she felt the urge just wasn’t the same. But what was she supposed to do — go from being an honor student to being a party girl overnight?

  “She’s crazy,” said Kaylee. “I kind of wish I were that crazy sometimes.”

  “So be crazy,” said the bartender.

  “It’s not that simple. It’s not who I am.”

  He shrugged. “I’d help you be crazy. Just offering my services, you know.” Then he laughed again, but this time, she was pretty sure that the laugh was just a foil. He meant it … if she were willing to mean it, too.

  Before she could second-guess herself, she turned and awkwardly kissed the bartender on the mouth. Then she turned back and resumed her position beside him, blushing.

  He looked over at her, but she kept looking straight ahead. That was so out of character.

  She felt his hand behind her, at the small of her back. Then his other was on her belly. He turned toward her and kissed her, and this time it lingered just a bit longer because she didn’t have to be the initiator; she simply had to allow it, and she realized that she very much wanted to.

  Her skirt suddenly seemed too confining. Her panties felt hot against her pussy. The feeling was primal, and warm. His hand stayed behind her, hovering on the small of her back. Then Kaylee felt the hand move down onto her ass. Her mouth opened just a little, and a small breath escaped her.

  Then, still behind her and out of sight to any onlookers, the bartender’s hand found the bottom of her skirt. He watched her face. When she grinned at him, the fingers went lower, now onto the skin of the back of her left leg. Then the hand doubled back and went higher, under the fabric this time, finding the crease between her as
s and her leg, the bottom of her panties.

  This time, her eyes closed as she exhaled. She snapped them open. A pleasure face would alert others to what was happening behind her.

  The need for stealth did nothing to dampen the warmth and wetness radiating from her.

  The bartender played with the bottom edge of her panties, still watching her face for a reaction. She looked straight ahead, suppressing a smirk. She was afraid that if she looked at him, she’d get embarrassed. That would be bad, because if she got embarrassed, she might feel obligated to stop herself. And she really didn’t want to.

  His hand cupped her ass, his index finger moving under the bottom edge of her panties. She felt the finger brush her outer lips, which had become very wet. It went back and forth, slowly, extending and flexing at the knuckle so that the people in the bar wouldn’t see his hand or shoulder move if they looked over.

  Why am I allowing this? she thought. This isn’t who I am.

  Now his finger was playing very near her opening, and her wetness was causing it to glide frictionlessly back and forth, in and around.

  She leaned toward him and whispered, “I want to do something crazy.”

  “Thank God,” he said. She looked down and noticed that a noticeable protrusion had formed at the front of his jeans.

  “I want to go upstairs,” she said.

  “Chuck is my roommate,” he said. “It’s a studio apartment. So unless you want to be really crazy….”

  His finger was rubbing her back and forth, back and forth. Waves of pleasure were causing her to shake a little, but she was still present enough to see the picture in her mind. Miranda and Chuck would be screwing beside them if they went upstairs. What she was doing was crazy enough.

  “Somewhere else, then.”

  “There’s a storeroom,” he said.

  “Does it lock?” She was feeling a strange mixture of abandon and prudence. Screwing this strange guy in the back room was now somehow okay, but being walked-in-on was still unacceptable.

  He leaned in to whisper in her ear. The heat of his breath sent a thrill up her spine. “Yes.”

  And as if to drive the point home from both ends, he slid his whole hand around the contour of her ass as he leaned closer, causing the finger to go further under her panties. It passed her folds and almost slid inside of her.

  “Show me,” she said.

  She turned, the motion pulling his hand out from under her skirt. Then she stopped and swiveled to face him, planting her palms against a delightfully firm chest.

  “Wait,” she said. “I don’t even know your name.”

  “Josh,” he said.

  “Okay, Josh. Now I feel better. Show me the storeroom.”

  He took her by the hand as if he was afraid she’d change her mind and led her down a small hallway toward the bathrooms. They passed the bathrooms and came to an unmarked door. He had a key on a lanyard around his wrist and slid it urgently into the lock. It was as if he sensed that some big clock was ticking. Kaylee took another look at the front of his jeans and realized that in a way, it was. She felt the same clock ticking deep inside of herself — a desperate need to be filled, lest she explode.

  “This is the only key,” he said. “It keeps getting lost, and I keep telling the owner to make a copy. He never has.”

  The door opened and they ducked inside. Josh flicked on a light and closed the door behind them. Kaylee reached out and tried the knob, making sure that it had latched.

  There were rolls of paper towels and cleaning supplies and bags of food all around the small room, but Kaylee lost sight of all of that when Josh’s hands were suddenly all over her, pawing at her shirt and pulling it up, over her head. Then his fingers fumbled behind her and her bra came off, and then he was stooping down, his mouth over one of her nipples, his hand cupping her breast.

  She felt herself getting wetter and wetter. She wasn’t in the mood for foreplay; this had become serious business. She pulled his shirt off and placed her hand on his stomach, fingers down, and then pushed her hand lower. It slid below his jeans, below his boxers, and a moment later, her hand was on a cock so hard and so warm that she felt sure that getting it off was a medical necessity. She used her other hand to unbutton and unzip his jeans to give herself some room, then began rubbing up and down on its underside.

  He reached down and began pulling off his jeans and boxers. “Take everything off,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”

  Kaylee was glad that Miranda’s quips about Kaylee’s good body were fresh in her mind, but it almost didn’t matter because the air between them was so hot. But as an added bonus, Josh’s body turned out to be trim and lean, effortlessly athletic.

  They were totally undressed within seconds. She crossed the space between them and pressed the length of her body against his. The intense, whole-body skin-to-skin contact was thrilling; she could feel his warmth radiating into her. His chest pressed against her sensitive breasts. His rock-hard length pressed into the hollow between her legs. She wanted it inside of her. She rubbed herself against it, but he was too tall for her to guide it in without actually guiding it in. She ground against it, feeling its lower edge tickle the tops of her lips and the sensitive clit at the top. She rose to her toes, feeling the slick head rub against without quite popping inside.

  Then he reached a strong arm under her left leg from the inside and hooked it up into the air, and then, with her spread open, it did pop inside. A gasp escaped her as she felt the head of his cock slide into her pussy, filling her all at once. Her arms were around him. She buried her head in the hollow of his neck, his hot skin filling her open mouth, and she found herself biting him gently.

  She expected him to start thrusting immediately, but he didn’t. With one leg up and one leg on the floor, now turning around so that her back was against a wall of shelves, he could go very deep, and he did, slowly. He filled her to the hilt, all the way in, so that the root of his cock pressed against her mound and her clit. Once in, he began grinding. Her clit rolled between their pubic bones while his cock moved against the length of her insides. The feeling was delightfully maddening, and she could feel her entire groin swelling and pulsing. She felt herself beginning to spasm over him, clutching his cock with little intense waves of contraction. The grinding sensation was intense. It was what she’d done for years when she needed release, gripping a pillow between her legs and rocking it against herself until she came. But this time, the same old sensation was magnified by a magnificent fullness.

  She watched his face, wondering if he was going to cum when she came, and just how deep inside of her his cum would go. He was deep, deep, deep….

  Deep.

  He hadn’t cum yet, but she could imagine it. She wanted to imagine it. She could almost feel the warmth spurting from the end of his cock as its length contracted and pulsed and….

  Oh God.

  Her orgasm hit her like a truck, seeming to come out of nowhere. Her raised foot pushed into the door of the storeroom. Her mouth pushed into his neck. She felt her hands become claws and dig into the meat of his shoulder, his back. She clamped down on his cock, hard, trying to squeeze it as if it were in her hand. With her whole body tight, she pulled back, then pushed herself against him again to drive it deeper inside.

  After a few waves, her orgasm passed. His cock was still inside of her. She thought she might be able to cum again, and fast, if he just kept going like this….

  He pulled out, his cock sliding down her vertical thigh and leaving a streak of her wetness. Everything down there was slick and liquid, like a water balloon had burst.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  She usually preferred her sex face-to-face, but right now, she actually wanted him behind her. It felt more animalistic that way, as if she were being taken. Which, she realized, was exactly what was happening. Kaylee didn’t do things like this. Girls like Kaylee didn’t get rammed from behind in the back room of a bar by strange hot guys while her friends
waited outside, and….

  Oh God!

  The thoughts that ran through her head were like her own peep show. Sensations hit her from both ends, from both her eyes and her imagination. It was almost enough to make her cum again, right then and there, her hands against the wall, her legs splayed, Josh still not having even slid his cock back into her. She felt her hand flinch toward her crotch to rub it, but she stopped because he’d be there soon enough to do what she had in mind.

  A second passed. Another. The waiting was torture.

  “Oh God, hurry up and stick it in me,” she panted.

  From behind her, there was a smile in his voice when he said, “You do ‘something crazy’ well.” And then she felt herself filled up again. She was so wet. The motion of his cock in and out made wet sounds, but it didn’t embarrass her. It only made her hotter.

  It made Josh hotter, too, apparently. His tempo had picked up. In this position, the head of his cock pressed into her G-spot with each thrust. The thrusts became faster. And faster. And faster.

  “I’m going to cum!” he said.

  So was she. But if he pulled out, she’d lose the orgasm that was about to crest within her.

  The last of the tiny voice of restraint inside of her died as she said, “I’m on the pill. Cum inside of me.”

  That simple sentence made him moan, her words now pushing him over the edge. And so, unable to stop herself, totally out of character, as her second orgasm gripped her in its tight fist, she said, “Shoot your cum up inside my pussy … pleeeeeeeeeeaaaasssee….”