One Night Stand
Story by Peter

Britney/Kevin Story
*Adult Content*

The room was crowded. She could smell cigarette smoke everywhere. People were all over eachother in the booths, some were on the dance floor, dry humping, not giving a damn who saw them. 'Do those people know the meaning of the word dignity?!' She thought as she made her way through the crowd. They came here to have fun, understood, but there are boundaries.

She saw some guy approach her. He winked and mumbled something that sounded like 'Hey sugar, nice ass. wanna dance... or maybe get out of here?'. 'Oh, joy', she thought. She isn't going anywhere with him.

She knew guys would throw themselves at her because of who she is. That's what she wanted. She was a bitch. Mommy would be so proud.

She went over to the bar and ordered a drink. She will have fun, she will get drunk and probably pass out later somewhere on the floor. Dignity? Eh? She threw that word outside the window with the first sip of her drink. And then another one. And another.

Surprisingly she wasn't drunk. She wasn't even tipsy. Not one bit.

From the corner of her eye she saw a guy in the corner of the room. 'Well, doesn't he look lonely', she thought. She wasn't drunk. She wasn't.

'Hey stud. Wanna dance?', she asked the guy.

'Umm yea, sure. Why not.' he replied. Bingo. She thought as the guy grabbed her waist and they began moving to the music.

Maybe she will after all get laid tonight.

The dance seemed to end pretty quickly but she didn't want it to end. So she moved his palms to her ass and made them rest there. That'll make him stay. Yes. She knows the trick. She has a great ass, she's heard it many times and this time she'll use it to her advantage.

After what seemed like an hour of dancing together, they started kissing. When they caught their breath she whispered into his ear.

"I know you want me, you know it. Let's just do it. My place... yours? No strings attached."

"Mine"

Ohhh. A gentleman. She likes it. She grabbed her keys and they went to her car. She let him drive. It's not like she could drive anyway. She would probably kill them both if he let her drive.

The ride ended pretty quickly. He opened the door, the house was empty.

She stopped only to feel sharp pain go through her. The guy backed her against the wall. He likes it rough. Now that's a plus. She thought.

They were almost naked, her black thong the only barrier between them.

"Wait", she said sounding out of breath. "What's your name?" Well, she did want to at least know who she fucked.

"Kevin" Nice, she thought. Tomorrow, Kevin... you'll be home alone again. She mentally kicked herself. What a lame joke, Britney.

Soon they were naked. He took her thong off of her with his teeth. Rawr. Take me now, stud... she's just full of lame jokes tonight. Must be the alcohol. She'll sober up tomorrow.

He kissed her neck, her shoulder blades, her belly. Then his mouth went lower and she thought she would die. His talented tongue found its way to her aching center. She came. Soon she felt him kiss her lips. She felt his massive cock at her center. They were fucking on the floor, he was so good. His huge cock was sliding easily between her pussy lips. She let out a moan to let him know how good his making her feel. He thrusted harded and she came. He didn't. They were both out of breath now.

"This is it buddy. Still not there? Let me take care of that."

He laid down obeying. She took his dick into her mouth and she heard him moan. He's enjoying it.

"Yes, God, Yes!", she heard him scream out. Who said she wasn't talented?!

They were both tired, sweaty, laying on the floor. The whole room smelled like sex. Two minutes passed by and they heard the front door open.

"I'm home honey." No girlfriend?! She didn't regret it. She didn't feel guilty.