Dont Answer the phone

‘Are you high?’ Vanessa asked angrily.

Neil chuckled, ‘what makes you ask that?’

‘Because you only got to Anthony’s to score, you always get horny when you’re stoned and you taste like pot.’

Neil chuckled again and held up his hands, ‘you got me.’

Vanessa gave him a disgusted look and barged past him causing him to lose his balance and have to grab onto the rail to stay upright. Shaking his head with confusion, he lit up another joint as his friend Anthony joined him.

Just as Vanessa got inside she spotted Melida across the room, wobbling towards her. Vanessa grabbed her and pulled her in the opposite direction to the ladies bathroom. She dragged her into a cubicle and sat her on the toilet.

‘What is it with my friends tonight? Both you and Neil were late, he’s high and you’re drunk! Where have you been?’ she demanded.

Melida sighed and closed her eyes, resting her head on he wall behind her.

‘I just had a couple of drinks with a friend, I’m not drunk.’

‘Well don’t drink any more! I don’t want you to embarrass me,’

The party was now in full swing with the rich businessmen, their trophy wives and their spoiled children getting tipsy on Bollinger. Vanessa, the perfect hostess spent much of the beginning of the evening working the room and thanking her guests for coming. On a well earned break she made a beeline for the balcony once more, knowing that her friends would probably be there. She was right; Neil, Anthony, Melida, Anna, Bea and Charles were sat around a small table with several empty champagne bottles and a giant tin of pot.

Vanessa approached then with her hands on her hips. Seeing her, Neil got up and wrapped is arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

‘People are asking where you are,’ she said coldly.

‘So tell them I’m busy,’ he mumbled, kissing his way along her neck.

Vanessa moved her head to he could kiss her anymore, ‘why is that my job? You should be in there helping me make this party run smoothly. Why do you always have to get high at these things?’

‘Baby calm down,’ he whispered, ‘why don’t we just go upstairs to one of the suites and have a little fun, blow off some steam?’

Vanessa pushed him off her. ‘Why can’t you take this seriously? Sometimes I really hate you Neil. I think you should just go home.’ And she stormed off once more back to the party.

Neil shrugged, a little confused as to what had just happened. ‘Guess I’d better be off then. Anyone coming?’

Everyone shook their heads apart from Melida who lifted her head from where it had been resting on her arm and said, ‘I’ll come, I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.’

Neil helped her to her feet and said goodbye to his friends before leading Melida out of the building and onto the street. He hailed a cab and instructed it to take them to Melida’s house.

As they sat travelling in silence, Melida’s head fell onto Neil’s shoulder, her long blonde hair fanning out across his jacket. He looked down at her as she slept, her scent creeping into his nostrils and arousing his stoned mind. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, knowing that he would need to grovel for Vanessas forgiveness the next day.

They reached Melida’s apartment and he carried her out of the cab and up to the top floor where she lived. None of her family was in so he made his way into her bedroom and laid her out on the crisp, white bedspread. He went to the bathroom to fill her a glass of water and set it on the bedside table. Felling tired himself, he took off his shoes and lay down next to her, watching the ceiling as it spun slowly making his feel light-headed. He knew he mustn’t fall asleep there but he didn’t have the energy to call a cab back to his town house.

He looked across as Melida sleeping and stroked her cold cheek with the back of his hand. Her eyes flickered open and she smiled seeing him there.

‘Natie,’ she sighed.

He smiled back and let her snuggle into his arm, her head resting on his chest, her long smooth legs intertwined with his. He could feel his heart pounding against her as a strand of her hair fell across his face as he moved. Her scent once again began to drive him wild and he shuffled a bit, trying to curb his feelings. Melida looked up at him and he looked down into her piercing blue eyes. Before he knew what he was doing he leant down and kissed her soft mouth, brushing the hair away from her face and behind her ear.

She let out a soft moan of pleasure and kissed him back hard, the sensation taking her straight back to the summer that the had lost their virginity to each other. She moved herself fully on top of him and ran her hands up his strong, manly arms and into his hair as they continued to kiss slowly, caressing each others tongues. He tasted smoky and warm while she tasted of the cranberries she’d been drinking with her vodka.

Neil ran a hand down over her buttocks which were firm and round, and slid it back up under her dress to caress her inner thighs and rub the fabric of her underwear just where her clitoris was. Melida stopped kissing him, their lips still touching as she gave a groan of pleasure and he rubbed her sweet spot, letting the familiar sensation sweep over her.

Getting used to it, she moved down to Neil’s neck, kissing and sucking the stubbed skin. She could feel his erection pushing against her lower stomach but didn’t want to touch it yet, she didn’t want to rush things. As he pulled his hands away from her thighs, she knelt up, her legs still straddling him and slowly peeled off her pucci dress so that she was just wearing her white la perla bra and panties.

Neil let out a slow whistle and absorbed her natural beauty. This was a girl who was confident with what god gave her, and boy had god been kind. He pulled off his own shirt, rumpling his messy blonde hair in the process as Melida undid his Armani belt and pulled his trousers off for him. He was wearing tight blue boxers with a picture of a sailboat on them.

He sat up so that his head was level with her chest and kissed along her collar bone and down her cleavage, making her shiver with excitement. As she removed her bra, he slipped a hand under the waistband of her panties and pushed his fingers into her wetness, smiling to himself at how wet she was. He sucked at her nipples while he slid two fingers back and forth inside her, his thumb circling her clitoris. Melida threw her head back and let him pleasure her with abandon, her head still spinning with alcohol, pot and euphoria.

Holding her around the waist, Neil flipped her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. His kissed his way from her lips, down her neck, chest and stomach, until her reached her crotch. He pulled her panties down around her knees and propped himself between her legs. He gave her one long lick along the length of her vagina, making her scream out with pleasure, and then thrust his whole tongue into her hole, continuing to rub her clitoris with his wet fingers. Just as she was about to orgasm, he stopped and smiled up at her, knowing that it was frustrating her.

Loving the suspense, she rolled back on top of him and pulled down his boxers. She had seen his penis before, even felt it inside her, but she was still shocked at how big it was. Long, thick and hard, it turned her on just to look at. She was desperate to feel it inside her, filling her up, but she knew she needed to more than that to please him. She took the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, before sucking all the way down to the base and back up again. Then she took as much of it in her mouth as she could until her eyes watered and began to bob her head up and down, sucking as she went. With one hand she caressed, stroked and gently squeezed his balls as he gently thrust into her mouth.

Tasting his pre-cum she knew he wouldn’t last much longer if she carried on so she gave one last suck and then crawled up his body to kiss him again. She opened the drawer on her bedside table and pulled out an extra-large condom. She tore the wrapper with her teeth and rolled it onto his quivering penis. Straddling him once more she inserted him inside her, gasping as she remembered how it felt to have something so large inside her. She was sat upright and started to bounce on top of him, increasing the pace as she went along. Neil’s hands found her pert breasts and he fondled them as they bounced up and down. They both began to groan with pleasure, and, biting her lip, her head thrown back in ecstasy, Melida gave in to her orgasm. Neil made a move to change positions.

‘What are you doing?’ Melida gasped, ‘this feels so good.’

‘You’ll see,’ Neil whispered.

He turned her onto her front and onto all fours and knelt behind her. He inserted her from behind and began to thrust furiously, reaching around to rub her clitoris. Melida thrust backward as Neil thrust forward, his toned stomach slapping against her firm buttocks. Neil gave one last thrust and pushed himself as far into her as he could with a grunt. He held onto her thighs with his eyes closed, spilling his seed.

As they lay panting side by side, holding one another’s hands, Neils phone began to vibrate on the floor.

‘Don’t answer it,’ Melida said.