Game of Lies

Game of Lies

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A girls night out turned into a different type of night. A man, a game, and a little fun filled the night away.

Summary

A girls night out turned into a different type of night. A man, a game, and a little fun filled the night away.

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Submitted: December 07, 2016

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Submitted: December 07, 2016

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So my friends and I decided that we needed a girls night out. Fun, right? We haven't gotten together in a good while, so why not? My friend Casey wanted to try out a new bar in town and I'll admit I wasn't too sure about it, but I was out voted five to one. 'Suck it up girl.' That's what they all told me. So I did. 

I was always the designated driver because I wasn't much of a drinker. Okay, let's be honest, I don't really drink... at all. Maybe on a special occasion I'll have a sip of champagne or a shot or two, but that's it. I don't like wine, or I just haven't found one that I do like. Beer is an acquired taste that hasn't been acquired by my pallet, yet. Although, I will say that hard soda is pretty good and maybe a hard apple cider too. As far as liquor goes, I'm a whiskey, scotch or bourbon girl through and through. But like I said, I don't really drink, so designated driver I am. 

And then my mind was blown, a limo pulled up in front of my house and my girlfriends all fell out the door shouting and hollering for me. 'Let's party hard!' I think that's what they were saying, anyways. I grabbed my things, locked up and headed towards the party girls. I had no idea what was in store for me tonight, but I wasn't going to be the same old prude I always was. Okay, prude is putting it too harshly, responsible sounds better. That's right, screw responsibility. This time I'm throwing caution to the wind and having a good time.  

I didn't catch who said they sprung for the fully stocked limo, but the girls all started drinking well before they got me. A glass of champagne was shoved into my hand as they all cheered.  

"What's going on? Are we celebrating something?" I basically have to shout over them to be heard. 

"We are celebrating our friendships, careers, and life in general. And the fact that Billy proposed to me!" Casey started to cry with tears of joy, I hope. We all gushed at her announcementApparently this was the first any of us had heard and I honestly couldn't be more happy for her. Billy had been her dream come true. Her fantasy man made reality happen for her. I really am happy for her and maybe a bit jealous that she found her one. 

It must have been a good ten minutes before we all realized the limo wasn't moving anymore. I pressed the button to lower the privacy window and the driver told us we arrived. Casey and the rest of the girls wipe their happy tears away and we head out of the limo and towards the bar. 

The Bar. That was name of this humongous establishment. I thought this was a bar, for real, but it's a club. I don't frequent the club scene because it was never me. Again, that responsibility thing kicked in and I had to shove it away. Rachel, one of my girlfriends saw my inner struggle and squeezed my arm. 

"Hey, just relax and have fun. Dance a little, drink a little, and if you find a man to screw just let us know where you'll be heading." That wasn't subtle at all. "Seriously, girl." I nodded my head and smiled. That was good enough for her to turn and head to the dance floor with the rest of our friends. I slowly trailed behind. 

I'll admit, I was totally having fun. I haven't let loose like that in forever. Life is too short for me to let the fun slide by. For Christ's sake, I'm thirty three and this was the first club I had ever been to. Maybe prude was the right word. I'm so lame. Snap out of it, woman! I'm here to celebrate Casey's engagement and have loads of fun. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. So I head to the bar.  

Just as I got to the bar someone got up so there was a seat. I snagged it right away. As I slid on to the stool, my thigh brushed against the person next to me. I turned to apologize because that was the polite thing to do, but I couldn't get my voice to work when I saw him. 

From his profile he looked good and tasty. He had light brown hair that looked like he ran his hands through quite often. His eyes were sexy as hell, oh and blue too. The lighting was darker, but I was close enough to see he had a nice tan going. And hello five o'clock shadow. That rugged and scruffy look was a big plus in my book. He was gorgeous. And I mean insta-lust, panty wet, heart racing gorgeous.  

The bartender interrupted my lust-filled stare. "What can I get you dollface?" 

I glanced down at this gorgeous man's neat brown drink, maybe scotch or bourbon. "I'll take one of those." I pointed to his drink. "That looks good." The bartender pours me a glass and sets it down in front of me. "Thanks." 

Just as I grab my drink, the gorgeous stranger clinks his glass against mine. "To the same drink." And he brings his glass to his mouth. I follow suit with mine. He sets his glass down, motions for the bartender and holds up two fingers indicating he wants two more. My nerves are having a field day right now.  

Two more glasses show up in front of us and this time I clink my glass to his. "Let's play the game of liars." I raise my brow in a fun challenge sort of way, I hope. I can do this. Fun, fun, fun.  

"Your on." He grins. 

"All right. You go first." I can't help but watch his long fingers wrap around his glass and place his kissable lips on it to take a drink. I wonder what it would feel like if his fingers dipped inside my quivering cunt and his mouth and tongue caressed my screaming hard clit. 

"Name?" He adjusts his position on the stool. His leg is pressed closer to mine.  

"St-" Liars game, girl. Not your real name. "Storm. You?" Of all the names to come up with, I pick a comic book character. Really?  

"Nathan. Nathan Dayspring." He said with a smile. That was good, another comic name. He just got more gorgeous. "What do you do for a living?" 

"I'm the high school librarian." I turn and lean forward a little to show off my cleavage. His eyes go for the prize. 

With his eyes still on my cleavage he said"I'm a musician." I'm astonished at his answer and my mouth fell open. Oh he's good at this game. A musician. Right. 

"I'd close that sweet mouth of yours before I put something in it." He whispered in my ear. 

I reach for my glass and dip my middle finger in the brown liquid. I bring my finger to my mouth and trace along my bottom lip with it before my tongue pokes out slightly, taking my finger back with it inside my mouth, sucking on it. Oh yeah, my panites are wet now. I glance down between his legs and I can see the evidence of the effect this is having on him. My panties aren't just wet, they're drenched. 

We continue to banter with our lies and I love it. This was so much fun. I got to be someone else. Our innuendos and accidental touches grew bolder and I grew hornier. Fun. 

"What's your favorite thing to do, or hobby?" He asked. So much fun! 

"On my knees and between a man's legs with a cock in my mouth." So that's not a lie, but I'd also like that cock to be buried in my cunt, doggy style to finish. I was totally screaming in my head.  

He licks a stray drop of his bourbon drink from his lips and grunts. "My favorite place would be your body. Licking every inch of your skin until you begged me to fuck you." I couldn't help it. It was an involuntary movement, but I leaned closer to him. I needed a taste of him. He gave me a smirk and brushed his lips against my ear. "Careful, sweetheart. Any closer and I won't be able to stop at just one lick."  

"I wouldn't stop you." Seriously, the words just flew out of my mouth. I am never this bold, but I guess I'm not really me, but Storm, the high school librarian. 

Nathan nods to the bartender and stands up, bringing me with him. He grabs my hand and heads away from the bar and through the crowd dancing the night away. I happen to catch Rachel's eye as we made our way through and she started jumping and screaming to our other friends. Soon they saw me and were jumping too. Thank God Nathan didn't see. 

He pulled me down a hallway and stopped at the last door. Before he opened it he pulled me up against his chest and kissed me. It wasn't a slow kiss, but rather a rushed and feverish kiss. It was hot. His hand moved down and between my legs. He massaged me through my jeans. 

"I want to feel your cunt around my cock." He kisses me again. "I want to feel how silky smooth you really are." His breath grew heavier and I reached out to the hard bulge beneath his pants. He opened the door and we went in, still kissing and touching and massaging.  

I unbutton his pants and lower the zipper as I drop to my knees. I pulled his cock out from his boxers and there was already a steady drip of pre-cum. I leaned closer and licked it off the tip of his cock. He was tasty. I place small kisses around his cock and he grunts grew louder. He grabbed under my arms and pulled me up. 

"Not now." Is all he said. He unsnapped the button on my jeans and pushed them to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. "Turn around and put your hands on the door." I did as he asked. 

I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then there was silence, but only for a second. Next thing I knew, his mouth was on me and kissing my neck. He pushed aside my panties and in one thrust, he entered me from behind. So much fun. 

His thrusts were frantic and needy and I quickly matched his pulse-pounding rhythm. I loved every thrust as he drove in deeper and harder. "Touch yourself." He told me. I'd never touched myself with someone else there. I didn't know if I could do that. 

He pulled out of my dripping cunt, his tip poised at my opening. "Come on, baby. You can do it." It's as if he heard my thoughts. So I brought my hand down to my soaked entrance. I slid my fingers in just to get them wet and began to work them slowly at first, but then more quickly over my clit. He resumed his fucking with a glorious thrust into my cunt. The sensation of his thrusts hammering into me and the friction of my own touch brought my orgasm in seconds.  

He continued his thrusts and caressed my breasts, my hips, my thighs, sending waves and waves of pleasure through my body, every inch. And still he didn't stop. Harder and faster and more glorious than before. This time, when my orgasm hit, we jumped over the edge together. Our bodies molding together as one and the only reason I didn't crumble to the floor was because he was holding me up.  

"Amazing," he said. He pulled out of me and righted my panties. He handed me my jeans and corrected his own clothing. He reached for the door when we looked decent, but didn't open it right away. Instead he pulled me in for another kiss, a mind bending kiss, too. 

And then he was out the door. I stood there, shocked and relaxed at the same time. He was gone and I was done, right? I shook my head to get back to reality and then he came back in the room.  

"You coming?" And I knew this night was far from over. Screw girls night! Sorry Casey, but I'm having my own fun tonight.        

   

  

  

  


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