By The Stranger
It was around 7:30 at night and I was fast asleep. I was exhausted from my busy day of sitting on my ass. My cat had curled up in a ball on top of my legs to sleep as well. I heard a car pull into the gravel driveway, shortly followed by a knock on my bedroom door.
“What?” I asked annoyed.
“Grace, you have a couple friends here.” My dad answered through the door.
‘Oh great. People.’ I thought to myself. ‘Who the hell could it be?’ I pushed my cat off of my legs and sat up. I stumbled to the door, opened it, and looked out to see no one there.
“What?” I asked myself.
“It’s Kitten!” My mom shouted from the living room. Nonetheless, Kitten came around the corner, and down the hall to my room.
“Hey Grace. I’mherewithShirley.WeweregoingtothispartyandIwantedtoseeifyouwantedtogowithus.”
Even when I am tired, I am still able to keep up with what Kitten’s saying. Sometimes she talks like she’s in a damn race! Anyway… where was I?
I nodded my head sleepily as I answered her. “Yeah. I guess. Let me get ready.”
“Ok. I’llbewaitingoutherewithShirley.” She turned back down the hall as I closed my door.
I hopped back onto my bed and pulled out my make-up bag and mirror. Even though my eyehaddow was quickly applied, it looked good. I debated whether to style my hair or to simply brush it. I shrugged my shoulders and reached for my brush. Then I went over to my closet and pulled out a pair of tight blue jeans and a black long sleeved shirt, then threw them onto my bed. I stripped the clothes I was wearing, and dumped them into the clothesbasket, on top of the other dirty clothes. Once dressed, I looked into the long mirror hanging on my door, to inspect myself. I was pleased at how I was able to transform myself in just a couple of minutes, when it would normally take a half an hour. After spraying some perfume on my neck and cleavage, I walked out to meet my friends.
“Oh hey Grace. We were going to stay the night at one of Shirley’s friends’ house.”
“Yeah. You will like Micky. He’s a really sweet guy.”
“Very cute too! Imethim earlier today, and he asked me if I wanted to go to apartywithhim.”
“You can stay too Grace. I’m sure he won’t mind.”
“I guess he wouldn’t. I’ll be right back. Let me pack a few things.”
I went back into my bedroom and gathered some things to bring, clothes for the next day, brush, a joint I had been saving, you know, the essentials. My stuff was all packed, including some alcohol Kitten took from the cupboard, and the three of us left for Micky’s house.
Shirley parked the car, and led us to the front door. We heard a very annoying sound, of a small dog trying to sound big and mean, from inside.
“Shut up Mope!” Shirley shouted, hoping that the mutt could hear her through the door. We walked in and Shirley called out for Micky. He walked slowly around the corner, with a beer bottle in his hand. He was really cute, like Kitten had told me repeatedly on the ride there. His curly brown hair was messed up, and it fell over his eyebrows, shadowing his almond eyes. They sparkled sweetly as he smiled.
“Hey.” He said quietly as he looked down at the three of us. He must have had a good foot on us, even Shirley in her boots.
“Hey Micky! This is Kitten, who you’ve met earlier, and this is Grace.”
“Hi.” He said. “Nice to meet you.” I said at the same time. We laughed.
“Hey Mick, why don’t you show them the different colors of shag carpet you have in here.” Shirley suggested.
“Right.” Micky walked into the next room and sat down on a small couch.
“I guess that’s your way of showing the…” Kitten walked past her and sat down on the other end of the couch. ”…Carpet. Right.”
I walked over and sat down between them, closer to Kitten. She nudged me in the elbow and half whispered. “Don’t sit so close to me Grace.” Then she pointed down toward Micky; in a way so only I could see.
I moved down closer to Micky and looked at him. He smiled at me, causing me to blush.
“Hey do you girls know any card games?” We all said no. “I’ll show you one. It’s easy. You’ll pick up on it fast.”
He got up and went into a different room, with us shortly behind him.
This card game turned out to be a drinking game, which neither of us girls had played before. I got pretty buzzed during the game. Part way through the game, Micky’s roommate, Peter, came home from work. His girlfriend, and two other friends, Mike and Davy, arrived not long after him. We played the game some more, then decided to go to the party.
I wound up riding in a car with Mike, Davy, and Micky. Mike drove, and Davy was in the front passenger side. That left Micky and I in the back. I felt Micky’s hand on mine. I looked at him and he smiled back at me. Those eyes of his sparkled again as he smiled. He pulled me closer to him, so that my head could rest on his shoulder. Micky let go of my hand and placed something in it. It was a stick of gum.
“Unless you don’t want it.” He said, as he unwrapped his own stick.
“Thanks.” I unwrapped the gum and popped it into my mouth. I had just barely begun to chew the gum when he placed his hand on my cheek, pulling me into a kiss. Micky was a lot better of a kisser than the last guy I was with. His kisses were smooth, so smooth that I almost couldn’t tell where his lips ended and where mine began. Micky’s lips pulled away from mine, and then went up to my forehead. He went straight for my bare neck and sucked on it for a minute. That’s one of the spots on my body that really makes me hot whenever it is touched by a guy’s sweet lips. I was so into Micky’s kisses that I hadn’t realized we were almost at the party. I didn’t care about a stupid party anymore. Hell I didn’t know anyone there!
Mike and Davy got out of the car. “Hey Mick you coming in?” Mike asked.
“Uh, I’ll be in in a minute man.”
“All right.” He turned around and headed inside for the party.
Once we knew that we were alone, Micky made his move. First he got rid of the seat belts, which were restraining us from doing much. Then he turned, bringing his legs around, so he would be on top of me. Being that we were in the back seat of the car, it was difficult to do things comfortably. Comfort didn’t stop us though.
Micky decided to allow his lips to wander over my body, stopping momentarily on my chest. He paused so he could pull his shirt over those gorgeous curls of his. He even decided that I needed to be shirtless too. Micky was actually the first guy who knew how to take my bra off. Usually I have to unhook it for them. In fact I didn’t have to do anything for him. He just dove in and helped himself. The whole experience just amazed me. Micky began to suck on my nipples, while his arms were wrapped snuggly around my back. He moved back up and kissed me gently on my forehead.
I thought ‘Wow he’s really sweet, and he makes me hot at the same time!’ I never wanted this moment to end. Suddenly someone pounded against the window, scaring the shit out of us. The window was so fogged up, we couldn’t tell who it was. Even though we couldn’t see out, I still covered myself up as a reflex.
“Hey are you dressed in there?” he asked. It was Mike’s voice.
“Yeah.” Micky lied.
“I thought you were going to come in.”
“I said that I’d be in, in a minute.”
“That was a while ago man. What, you like it back there?”
“Yes I do.”
Mike left us alone again. We had just started kissing again when Kitten came up to the same window.
“Hey why don’t you two join the party?” she asked. We didn’t say any thing back. “What are you doing in there?” She joked, knowing damn well what we were doing.
Micky looked at me. “Do you want to go in or stay out here some more? It’s up to you.”
I hate making decisions! It was getting cold back there so I decided that we should go inside. Micky handed me my shirt as he put his own on. I looked around the back seat for my bra.
“Damn it!”
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I can’t find my bra.”
He chuckled, and then started to help me search. About a minute later we were fully clothed, and we got out of the car to go inside for the party.
We weren’t at the party very long before we realized it was boring, and pointless for us to stay. Once again Micky and I had the back seat of the car. Like before, he pulled me close for a kiss. We stopped briefly a few times to hit the joint that was being passed around. The smoke only made the mood better.
I rested my head on Micky’s chest and listened to his heartbeat for a while. That was a great feeling to be held by Micky’s strong, warm arms. He was very sweet, the way he kissed me gently on my forehead.
Back at Micky and Peter’s, Micky and I sat on the couch together, watching the other idiots get drunk by playing the same game from earlier. Micky thought that the two of us should be alone, so he led me into the next room. It was really cozy, and dark in this room. A lot more comfortable than the other couch we were sitting on.
Micky’s soft lips met mine once again. Each kiss seemed better than the first. Suddenly we heard the sound of the front door opening. When would these interruptions end? It turned out to be Peter’s parents, coming home drunk from the casino. They started to gripe at Peter for having all of us over. Actually they were pissed over all of the money they lost at the casino, and they tried letting their anger out on us. We decided to leave so we wouldn’t have to face their wrath.
Luckily there was a hotel nearby. Micky and I rode with Peter and his girlfriend. Mike, Kitten, and Shirley went in Shirley’s car with Davy driving. Apparently Shirley wasn’t ok to drive.
Micky and I took our time getting into our room. It was really cold outside. Micky had one arm around my waist, and he held my coat tight around me with his other hand, making sure I stayed warm until we were inside. The room had two beds, but it was supposed to be shared by eight people that night. Peter and his girlfriend shared one bed; Micky and I had the other, while the others had to sleep on the floor.
Mike and Davy wanted to go down to the pool for a while. They had to be crazy to want to go swimming when it was so cold outside. I laughed to myself, thinking about those two guys freezing their balls off, because here I was all snug and warm beneath the blanket. Micky held me close and pulled me under the blanket with him. He looked great with his shirt off, showing off those luscious abs of his. His hands ran over my body, caressing my skin al the way down to my legs. I felt one hand move up between my legs. His fingers moved over the hair on my pussy, teasing me. It was such a wonderful feeling, the way he felt inside of me. Micky pulled me on top of him, and encouraged me out of my shirt. As I gazed into his eyes, I couldn’t help but to completely melt into him.
Soon we tired each other out, and fell asleep, still clinging tightly to the other. The next morning I sat in the backseat of the car on the way home. I knew that this would be a night to remember, because it was spent with a very sweet, loving man named Micky Dolenz.
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