Club Night

"Do you like it?" I asked Devon.

"Well, it's big, that's for sure." he replied, not committing to an answer.

We were standing in my bedroom so I could show off my new purchase - a large mirror, with a black wrought-iron frame that stood on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"I've been looking for a nice mirror this size forever. A girl needs to be able to see everything when she's getting dressed, and this is perfect." I explained, standing close to the mirror and twirling a bit in place to show Devon what I meant.

"I'm pretty sure that all of Cambridge can see you getting dressed in that thing." he joked, and sat himself down on my bed.

"Oh, hush!" I chastised him. Flopping down on the bed next to him, I asked "So, we're still on for tomorrow night?"

"You do realize I can't dance, right?" he explained. "I'm not into going out to clubs."

"Come on, I promise big fun. And really, you just have to stand there and watch me dance. Doesn't that sound like fun?" I asked, snuggling closer to him, hoping my body language might give him an idea of the sexy time I had planned.

"Okay, okay. I'll meet you there. 9 o'clock." he said, giving in to my request.

"Good. You won't regret it." I told him, and kissed his cheek. I hoped I'd be able to make our club night one he'd remember forever.

The club was packed, an endless wash of people moving and dancing, or clustered talking in small groups. It was also loud with the pounding beat of the music, drowning out any sound of conversation, and the crowd was illumated by flashing colored light. Devon pushed his way through the throng, looking for Kira. 9:30 had come and he was worrying that he'd never be able to find her in the crush. Even the fact that she was taller than most of the other girls in the club didn't guarantee she'd stand out from the rest of the mob of dancers. He wedged his way up close to one of the various bars scattered throughout the club, straining to see over the heads of the others, trying to spot Kira. Suddenly, someone tightly gripped his left arm and pressed close to him. Devon turned his head quickly, a bit startled, and looked down straight into Kira's bright green eyes.

"Hi, babe. I'm so sorry I'm late." I said, getting on tiptoes to give him a kiss. The fact was I'd been at the club since before 9o'clock, arranging something special. "I'd love a drink." I told him matter-of-factly before he'd even asked the question. Minutes later, cosmopolitan in hand, we made our way to a fairly uncrowded spot near a table to talk and drink. Our spot was up a small set of stairs, and I led Devon by the hand so that he could admire me in my outfit. I'd worn my favorite short black miniskirt - the skirt with the snaps that showed lots of leg when it slid open a bit. Since it was still early spring and cold out, I wore black boots with a stiletto heel and a red wrap top that showed much cleavage. I hadn't even bothered with nylons tonight, and underneath it all was a black satin undies set. My little black purse dangled from my wrist.

"Wow, I haven't been to a place like this since..." I started, but cut myself short, suddenly conscious of what I was saying. After a pause, Devon finished my sentence.

"Since L.A." he said, looking down at his drink. We never talked anymore about my former life in Las Angeles, which was fine with me really. I'd always explained that those days were "P.D." - pre-Devon - and they didn't matter. Putting my arm around his neck and getting close, I nearly had to shout to tell him my thoughts. "I wouldn't give you up and go back to that life ever, for any reason. I love you and I love being us, now." It seemed so odd, such a personal confession in the midst of the racket and craziness of the club, but it got through to Devon and he smiled and kissed me sweetly.

We drank and smiled at each other, completely giving up on talking over the nearly ear-splitting music. Flirty looks, smiles, softly touching his face, and holding hands were all I needed to show Devon how much I enjoyed being out with him. We finished our drinks, and I led Devon to the front edge of our little platform at the back of the club, where a railing separated us from the rest of the dance floor. The music was getting to me, and I swayed my hips a bit in time with the music. Devon stayed close and watched me, smiling. Ignoring my self-consciousness I let him watch.

Each song blended into the next, but right on time I heard the unmistakable drum beats of a song that Devon and I both knew and liked. By the way he cocked his head a little, I could tell that he recognized it instantly. The money I'd bribed the DJ with to get him to play this song, just at the right time, was well spent. The lyrics of the song began, and I kept dancing for Devon.

I've been crossed, like a river between you and I....

I moved with the music, facing Devon. Even though my eyes were on his face, his eyes looked up and down my body. His slight smile told me that he was enjoying the show. Swaying, I raised my arms over my head, which pulled up the edge of my top a little. I knew Devon could see the light glinting off the crystal ring in my pierced belly-button. When we're alone, his fingers and tongue love to tease that spot.

...I've been waiting, I've been holding out...

I turned around, facing the crowd, hands on the railing, flipping my long brown hair as I turned. I tried to forget about Devon and all the other people who might be watching me dance, and lost myself in the music as much as I could.

...Everything you've been wanting is so much more than you could give....

Suddenly, Devon was right behind me, hands on my hips. I pressed myself back into his body, still dancing with the song. My tail rubbed back into his body, purposely trying to arouse him.

...If you think you have the slightest chance of swallowing me...

I turned to face Devon, and put my arms up around his neck, still moving to the beat of our song. His hands went around to the small of my back, keeping me pressed close to him. I tried to read the joy and lust in his eyes.

...I'm doubting you could take me down...

Our song ended and I stopped dancing and looked up at Devon, smiling. He gave me a little kiss, and we moved towards the back of our area, into a more shadowed area. It was only a few steps, but I could see the other dancers near us, boys and girls, were looking at me. When Devon and I were seperated from the others a bit, he kissed me again. No quick peck, this kiss was insistent, strong, and totally sexy. His tongue played with mine, one hand behind me pulling me into him, the other hand behind my head. My dance had done it's job, I could feel his desire - not just in his kiss but with his growing hardness pinned between our bodieWe found a spot on a low couch in the back and sat, Devon turned towards me a bit and me next to him with my legs crossed.We kissed more, not deeply but with quick touches of our lips and tongues. At one point, Devon leaned in to talk into my ear.

"You are the sexiest girl I've ever known." he said. My face flushed and my breath caught for just a second, moved by his confession. If he'd told me that under other circumstances I might have cried, or just snuggled into his arms, but tonight was not meant for emotional reactions. I wanted him to know that there was more sexiness for him.

"Do you want to take your sexy girlfriend home, then?" I asked His answer was just to stand up, and hold out his hand to take mine. I stook and he led me through the crush of people to the front of the club, and out the door into the chilly spring air. We climbed into a waiting cab, and Devon gave the driver my address as our destination. I expected a quiet ride home, full of sexual anticipation, but Devon surprised me by sliding close to me and kissing me again. He's normally a bit shy in public when it comes to kissing and being affectionate, but not tonight, in that cab. My plan to dance for him and turn him on seemed to work well, because he kissed me deeply and urgently. Our tongues played, wet lips slid across each other, and at one point Devon even ran his fingers over the bare exposed skin of my chest before massaging my breast though the smooth fabric of my top and the satin bra underneath.

If the cab ride had been longer I don't know what would have happened, because I was hot enough for Devon to do anything. As it happened, we pulled up in front of my apartment building just then, and we disengaged when the driver announced the arrival at my address. When I exited the cab, I couldn't tell from the drivers face whether he'd seen our private touches in the back seat, or even cared. Devon paid and followed me into the building and up to my door. As I searched my little bag for the key, he stood close behind me, running his fingers along neck and sending sexy shivers down my spine.

Once inside, there was no doubt about Devon's desire for me, because he immediately took hold of my hips and pushed me back up against the inside of the door. His tall, broad body pinned me there while he kissed me hard, his hands immediately going to my breasts. My legs were spread a bit, one of his legs between mine. He rubbed his groin, with his hardness obvious in his pants, into my hip, and my own hardening unit ground into his thigh. Right then, I wanted him so much.

I got my feet directly under me again, and by holding his shoulders and turning him, I managed to move Devon back up against the door, with my body pressed in close. I continued to kiss him while my hands when low - unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his jeans. Once undone, I could easily push his pants off his hips, letting them fall to a puddle around his ankles. My hand rubbed his erection through the tight material of his briefs, but I wanted something more. I broke our kiss and pulled my head back a little to look into Devon's eyes, and we never broke contact as I knelt there on the floor in front of him.

Sometimes the girliest thing you can do, dressed in a mini skirt and stiletto boots, is just kneel and give your boyfriend sweet head, and that's what I wanted to do now. I reached up under the hem of Devon's shirt, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his black briefs. Pulling out and down, I had the briefs down to his ankles in one motion, freeing his hard dick. His dick, long and pink and so beautiful to me, jutted out towards my face, and I took hold of it's base with one hand while the other hand went to rest on his naked hip. I licked the tip with my tongue, wetting it, getting it ready to slide between my lips. When the head was slick, I closed my eyes and held my mouth open to slide his rigid cock into my mouth. A few inches dep into my mouth I pulled my head back, creating friction with my lips, and then pushed forward to slip even more of him into my mouth. I could tell Devon enjoyed the feeling of my warm, wet mouth by the moans of pleasure he let out every time my mouth went far down his shaft, and to be honest, I was enjoying every second. I could have, like I'd done so many times already in our short relationship, continued sucking him until he couldn't hold off any longer, and rewarded my oral work with a mouthful of his warm cream. But tonight I wanted a different pleasure.

Since our first night together, only a few months previous on New Year's Eve, Devon had become much more comfortable with my body, and how much I enjoyed anal penetration as a standard part of sex. Together in bed, he was always gentle and we took the time necessary so that I could relax and fully enjoy having him inside me. It was just another way for me to truly be a girl, and actually it's terribly sexy to have a beautiful boy filling my bottom with his hard dick. But tonight, I didn't want a slow, comfortable encounter - I wanted Devon to take my ass, to give me the hard anal love I'd been craving since the last time we'd slept together. I didn't want him to make love to me - I wanted him to fuck me, to let his lust take control.

I let Devon's cock slip from my mouth, and looked up into his face. His head was back, eyes closed with pleasure or concentration to stave off orgasm, but he looked at me when he felt my mouth leave his body. Still holding his hard organ with one hand, stroking it slightly, I stood up and directed him to action.

"Get naked and follow me." I told him. I turned away from him and walked slowly down the short hall towards my bedroom. When I looked over my shoulder, I could see Devon quickly kick of his shoes and step out of his jeans and undies. He also discarded his shirt and socks into the pile of clothes and started after me down the hall. My room was dark except for the glow of Boston's lights filtering through the windows, so I took the extra time to light the candles on my dresser and bedside table. Devon, somehow knowing to wait, stood in the doorway, buck naked, muscular, erect, and gorgeous. Facing Devon, standing next to my bed, I reached behind my back to untie the wraps of my shirt, opened it to expose my black lace bra, and dropped the top onto my bed. One quick pull disengaged the three snaps that held my leather mini on my hips, and I flipped it onto my bed. I stood, giving Devon a look at me in my lacy undies for just a few seconds before bending to open the drawer of my bedside table, and retrieve the tube of my favorite lubricant. I walked over and put the gel in Devon's hand, and making sure he was looking in my eyes and listening, I made sure he knew what I wanted.

"No foreplay, no teasing. Take me, make me your girl." I explained to him, smiling but deadly serious.

I crossed over to stand in front of my window looking out over the city, hands on the back of the chair I keep in my room. I looked back over my shoulder at Devon, silhouetted in the dim light, my back arched and bottom out. When he started moving towards me, I looked away, allowing myself to wait in anticipation of what was about to happen, wanting to feel his nearness, not see it. Actually, I was surprised when he hooked his fingers in my panties, pulling them down to the tops of my boots but making no effort to remove them, just the way I'd wanted. The next thing I felt was the tip of Devon's cock, cool and slick with the lubricant, as it slid between my round buttcheeks. After the briefest second of positioning, I felt it make contact with that private opening and now all my nerves were on fire, waiting. With a sharp push, his hard dick slipped up my ass, stretching me open to accept him. I let out a moan, nearly a grunt, with the intense pleasure of that penetration, painless and beautiful.

Hands on my hips, Devon pushed insistently further into my tight opening. packing my sweet tail with his big warm cock. My eyes were shut, head thrown back and my long hair spilling down my back, while the feelings washed over me - deep physical pleasure, the thrill of pure lust between Devon and I taking over, and happy love for this man that I'd given control over my body. My eyes were still closed in sweet ecstasy while Devon began thrusting himself deeply into my ass, pulling back and sliding deep inside again. It wasn't fast, but a solid, rythmic drilling of my tail, making me moan with every deep insertion. I was lost in the amazing feelings surging through me from his assault on my bottom, when suddenly he pulled completely from my ass. Devons strong hands were still on my hips, and my strength temporarily failed, making me bend over at the waist, resting on the back of the chair. I wasn't spent, but desperately aching for him to keep fucking me. My body needed it, craved it.

I felt Devon's hard cock enter my ass again, quickly but not deeply, and just as immediately withdraw. Devon had learned this trick of pleasure for my body, and repeatedly slipped into the snug ring of my asshole and then back out. In and again, he plugged my round bottom with his prick, making me squeal and groan, until in his deepest thrust yet pushed his cock impossibly deep into my body. His hips were pressed against my cheeks, my tail so packed with his cock, and the amazing jolt of pleasure made me straigthen my back, pressing back against his chest. Devon put his strong arms around me, one around my waist the other around my chest, and held me tight. Looking sideways, into my large mirror, my eyes locked straight onto Devon's - he was also looking into the mirror. He didn't smile, but his eyes and face showed his lustful pleasure.

Devon's arms released me, and I bent forward slightly. Devon fucked me then, quicker than before, and I knew he intended to stop holding back, to make himself come inside me. Still looking in the mirror, I saw myself - perched high on my stiletto heeled boots, panties below my knees, while my tall, beautiful boyfriend screwed my willing ass. Devon's thrusts sent my nerves tingliing again, his persistent strokes making the sexual excitement build ever higher, and then it happened. I felt Devon's cock twitch, buried halfway inside me, and his hot come flooded inside me. A half-second later, the sexy feeling of his spunk jetting into me and my own excitement brought my own orgasm crashing down. Clenching the chair with my hands, moaning, I came, my own partially hard cock spurting come onto the floor.

I was instantly tired, exhausted in that way only an earthquaking orgasm can do, but I felt Devon withdraw from my bottom. I guess Devon could see my weakness, and I was only dimly aware of him bending to pull my lace panties back up, carefully pulling them over my hips. Some part of me recognized the completeness of that act, as if he'd truly used me for his pleasure, and was now done with me. I wouldn't have been angry if he'd simply left, but he didn't. Devon guided me to my bed where we collapsed, lying close and snuggling. After a brief rest, Devon propped up on one elbow and kissed me.

"You came." he said, not questioning. "I didn't touch you or anything. I didn't know that you could do that." I smiled at him, touching his cheek with my hand. "I didn't know either, I never have before." It was the truth, and even if it never happened again, it was something special between him and I.

There were no more words needed. We cuddled, smiling and in love for a while longer, and Devon stayed on my bed, naked and beautiful, when I got up to wash my face and put on pajamas for bed - even sexy chicks like me don't sleep in stiletto boots. I blew out the candles, and found my way to bed, happy to sleep safe and warm with my sweet Devon.