Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Besides, there will be plenty of opportunities tonight; I’m aware of my looks, and not afraid to admit it. It’s that like I put that much time into my appearance, but at the end of the day I draw my fair share of attention from the ladies, for better or worse.
I spend a while exploring the house, passing couples locked in passionate embraces and trios of partiers pawing at each other like their lives depend on it. A decent number of them are younger than me, but not all of them; it looks like the guests range in age from early twenties to mid-thirties, and they’re all undeniably attractive.
Eventually I find my way into the kitchen, finding a spot by the drinks table and making conversation with a few of the others as more guests show up. Things are really starting to pick up within the hour, and I’m on the verge of approaching a fit blonde who’s been eyeing me for the past few minutes when I’m suddenly doused with cold liquid.
I look around in confusion for a moment before my eyes settle on a girl next to me, who’s fumbling with an empty champagne glass. She’s buxom, with rosy cheeks, long, chestnut hair, and eyes to match. She reminds me a little of an old-fashioned pinup girl, with attractive curves and the kind of delicate features that make it hard to tell how old she is. Her skin is smooth and soft, her peaches and cream complexion giving her a warm glow even under the neon lights.
I listen to her stammer out an apology, her voice breathy and musical as she takes me in with her eyes. I can see her struggling not to stare, and I can’t help but leer a bit at how cute she is. The fact that she’s still wearing clothes isn’t lost on me either, and I would know the deer-in-the-headlights look on her face anywhere. She’s never been to one of these things, that much is clear.
I begin a conversation with her, the small talk coming as easily to me as ever as I observe her and listen to her words. Turns out her name is Frankie, and she came here with a friend. She’s a student at Cal. Smart, clearly, but shy. She asks me what I do for work and I tell her, in so many words. It’s not something I normally like to get into at these parties, but she’s so naive and nervous that I can’t bring myself to give her a hard time about it. There’s something about her that draws my attention, even though she seems like the type to avoid attention like the plague. It’s in the way she speaks, I think, and the way she carries herself. She reminds me of a spring flower with delicate petals, just waiting to be plucked.
She’s mine for tonight, I decide. The realization comes to me quickly and powerfully, and within seconds my mind is made up. I take a step closer to the gorgeous girl. She swallows audibly, looking at me with big caramel eyes.
“So, what are you looking for here?” is my drawl.
I catch a whiff of her scent then, light and floral. Innocent and sweet. It’s enough to make me want to grab her and ravish her right there.
“I…” She looks up at, her eyes wide, her breath catching in her throat. “I’m just back here for the summer. I didn’t want to stay in California after finals, so I figured I would come home.”
Her naivety is charming.
“Come on, Frankie,” I murmur, smirking a little. “What are you looking for here? At this party?”
She watches me for a moment longer, her chocolate-brown eyes showing both doubt and veiled desire. Does she even realize it?
“I don’t know,” she breathes. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”
A lock of brown hair has fallen into her face, but she seems at a loss. Pushing it out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear, I let out a hum. This is the best part, the moment before everything comes together, right before we jump off the precipice into a new adventure, even if it’s only for a single night.
“I can think of a few things you could do,” I tell her, and kiss her. She feels tentative in my arms, but before long her arms are coming up to rest on my shoulders, and when I break the kiss she looks like she’s in a trance. “Do you want to get out of here?” I ask. She bites her lips and looks hesitant, but then something melts inside. Pretty soon, I’m leading my new victim upstairs to seek a private place together. Shit, I can’t wait to get inside those curves and to taste her lush creaminess.
Now we’re standing in the only bedroom in the house that hasn’t been claimed. I shut the door behind us, and as I take Frankie in with my eyes, I see that her face is flushed with desire, her eyes wide. I take a few steps closer to her and lift my arm to her shoulder, caressing her smooth skin before leaning in to kiss her gently. I can feel her trembling slightly as my lips move against hers, the movements of her hands and tongue tentative and exploratory as I tangle my other hand in her hair. The kiss grows deeper, and I can feel my arousal building already. When was the last time a girl got me this riled up, even at a swinger party?