I was lost in a world of dragons and magic when Alan’s voice broke through my reverie. “Arya, have you thought about coming to Devin’s party with me?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes, feigning disinterest, but the curiosity in my eyes gave me away. “Fine, I’ll go,” I huffed, closing my book with a satisfying thud.
The next day, I stood in front of my mirror, wearing a stunning navy blue dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. I curled my hair and pinned a flower over my ear, a playful smile playing on my lips. I looked good, and I knew it.
Alan, dressed in a black shirt and pants, couldn’t take his eyes off me as I walked towards him. He stuttered, trying to find the right words. “Arya, you look beautiful,” he finally managed to say, causing me to blush.
At the bar, I clung to Alan’s hand, intimidated by the crowd. Alan introduced me to their friends, easing my nerves. After dinner, we gathered to wish Devin a happy birthday. I noticed a girl approaching Alan, buying him a drink. I scoffed, “Oh great, another admirer.”
Alan looked conflicted, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him away. “Sorry, love. He’s taken,” I said, glaring at the girl.
Alan asked what was wrong, and I, a little drunk, admitted I was jealous. My words were passionate, “You really are oblivious, aren’t you?”
Alan apologized, embracing me. I calmed down, feeling his nuzzle in my hair. He kissed me, causing me to moan.
We stumbled into a private room, and I pushed him on the couch, straddling him. I unbuttoned his shirt, admiring his body. He unzipped my dress, revealing my blue lacy bra.
Alan touched my pussy, rubbing my clit while talking dirty. I responded, “Fuck, Alan, you’re making me so wet.”
I came hard, my juices flowing freely. Alan encouraged me, “Cum for me, Arya. I want to feel you.”
Afterward, I pushed him back on the couch and took my bra off. I unzipped his pants, pulling his dick out. I rode him, but then Alan flipped me over and fucked me.
I bit his thumb, and we both came. Alan admitted, “She wasn’t my type. You’re far more beautiful than her.”
I laughed, “I know, Alan. I’m the only one for you.”
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