I lived in a small town. And when I say small, I mean everyone lives in each other’s pockets, everyone knows what everyone else is doing in their lives, and every knows who’s fucking whom. Which isn’t a problem if you’re in a committed relationship, for the most part. I loved my boyfriend, he was my rock and he got me through some really terrible mental health days. But when it comes to the bedroom… let’s just say I wasn’t exactly screaming his name. It was okay, but I mean, who wants okay sex? Nobody. Especially not someone who’s constantly reading about mind blowing, soul-shattering, earth-trembling sex in their seedy little romance novels that they hide from everyone. So yeah, if there was one thing my relationship was lacking, it was a hotter-than-hell sex life. That’s where Chris came into the picture. I knew OF him, in a sense that everyone knows everyone in this town, but I had never really spoken to him or had anything to do with him until the masquerade ball. Yep, our tiny, Podunk town decided to host a full-blown masquerade ball for this year’s footy presentation night. So of course I was going all out for it. Everyone was. My best friend Erin and I had taken a trip to the city to find the best masks and dresses. Mine was great. It was a sliver mask with blue and white glitter swirls best suited for a full-blown Cinderella dress. But I paired it with a cute little dusky pink number that was long at the back and lets just say, quite short at the front. I liked it. The whole outfit screamed to be taken off and worshipped at the earliest convenience. Which I guess came in handy later in the night. Because when I walked into that hall-come-ballroom I knew I was the best dressed there. The girls from town had done their best but they had clearly never been to a real formal and nobody had explained ‘black tie’ to them. They had cocktail dresses with homemade masks with lots of feathers and sequins. But anyway, I’m not here to rain on their parade, they looked fine, really. Back to Chris. Chris Chris Chris. He was wearing a form-fitting grey three-piece suit with a silver tie (really it even looked like we got dressed together) and damn did it do something for me. He was a good looking guy, there was no doubt about that. He was tall, about 6 foot 3 with wavy blonde hair pushed back in a sleek, 40s looking ‘do. His eyes were the purest blue I had ever seen, like the water that runs off ice peaks in the mountains in Canada. I could drown in those eyes. Anyway, nobody else could hold a candle to that outfit with those chiselled features. He was easily the hottest guy in town but nobody ever really considered him like that because he wasn’t a flirt. He had been with girls, sure, but he didn’t commit and he didn’t push himself on the girls around town like the other meathead football players of the district. Maybe that’s why I liked him, he was a bit of a mystery really. So tonight my eyes were drawn to Chris while I was sitting right next to my perfect boyfriend who was, bless him, completely clueless. Now I had no intention of doing anything more than look at Chris. I wasn’t a cheater, but damn, a girl couldn’t help who she was attracted to. And that night, I was attracted to Chris. Little did I know, he had been watching me since I entered the room at the beginning of the night too. So the night wore on with some speeches, some dancing and a lot of drinking. Sometimes I wonder if this would’ve actually happened if I hadn’t been drinking, and in all honesty it probably wouldn’t have, but I really have no regrets now. And I know what you’re thinking. God what a horrible bitch, she clearly cheated on her boyfriend and has zero regrets about it. And that’s exactly how I felt about myself the following morning but please. Let me explain.
The masquerade was finishing up, everyone had had a good time and was heading either home to bed or on to the after party. I asked my boyfriend what he wanted to do and he said he was heading home to bed, so I followed. But. On my way out the door my phone pinged with a snapchat notification. It was a text message, and who was it from? None other than pretty Chris. He told me he liked my dress and was I coming to the afterparty. I told him no I was probably going to go home to bed. He said that was a shame and he was hoping to see more of me tonight, rather suggestively if you ask me. My cheeks heated, was he actually flirting with me? He’d never really noticed me before, so I was secretly thrilled that I had caught his attention. Perhaps I shouldn’t have but I snapped him back a photo of my dress with my cleavage perhaps a little more on display than was necessary. His response? He sent me a photo of his face mid-groan. I had actually made him groan. What the hell was going on? I sat down for a minute and tried to think of the best way to reply. Obviously sober me would never have replied, I would have shut that shit down fast. But drunk me has never been one for wise decisions and besides, this was kind of fun. So I sent him another picture, this time of my skirt riding up my exposed thigh. It wasn’t that scandalous in the grand scheme of things but I was sure he would be bored of me soon enough. I had a boyfriend, what did he hope to accomplish? But no sooner had I sent it than the text reply came, “meet me out the back?” The back? Of the building? All that was out the back were car parks. My car was there, and probably would be until tomorrow morning when I could pick it up. Was I really going to do this? My head was swimming. But how often did smoking hot guys ask to see me in a gorgeous dress with my makeup on point? Fuck it, I would at least go see what he had to say. Ten minutes later, after giving my boyfriend some excuse about wanting to catch up with the netball team, I slipped out the back door and around to my car. Leaning up against it was pure sex on a stick. He had lost his jacket but his trim figure was still defined by the silver grey vest he wore over his white button down shirt, tucked into his matching slacks. He smirked when he saw me, and I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Probably not. He asked me how my night had been and I told him it was just getting interesting now. His eyebrows raised at that but I wasn’t going to let him best me at the surprises. He tapped on my driver’s side window. So are you going to let me in? he asked. Now it was my turn to smirk. You want to get into my old Nissan pulsar? I fired back. He grinned at me wickedly. Oh yes I do, he replied. Oh screw this, I thought, what the hell. You only live once. So I unlocked the car with my remote key and went to sit in the drivers side. Oh no princess, the backseat is reserved for us, Chris purred. Flustered but still completely intrigued, I slipped into the backseat behind the driver just as he did the same on the passengers side. Now what, I asked. I shouldn’t have bothered.  Chris immediately leaned over and tugged gently on the strap of my dress, so it hung down over my shoulder. I flinched at the coldness of his hands but I didn’t tell him to stop. His touch was electrifying. Could this Greek god of a man truly be interested in me? It sure seemed that way. This was wrong, I should just go home. Really, I was going to go home, just give me a minute to think up an excuse. But a minute was all he needed. While I was  hesitating, Chris leaned in and lightly brushed his lips on mine. Not even a real kiss, just a whisper of a caress. Is this ok? he asked. A little breathless, with my heart hammering wildly, I just nodded. Then I look up at those bright blue eyes and completely lost myself. I wound my hand up and into his hair and pulled his face straight back down to mine. I kissed him hard and fast, our tongues meeting and sliding over each other with the practice of a couple who had been doing this for years. We fit together, that much was clear. My hands continued to roaming through his hair, now falling freely over his forehead in beautiful messy waves. One of his hands held the back of my head while the other began to roam slowly up my exposed thigh. God that felt good. Heat started to pool beneath my stomach and my heart kicked it up a notch. Was I really doing this? Yes, yes I was. It was already too late to stop. The position we were cramped in in the backseat of my small car wasn’t exactly comfortable, especially not for a tall guy like Chris, but he didn’t complain. His hand ran up my thigh, over my hip and up to tug the other strap of my dress down. His kisses became light and he pulled away from my mouth to trail a path of them down my neck and along my collarbone. I groaned, especially when he sucked my earlobe into his mouth gently and pulled on it. I was coming undone. The want and blatant need in me was undeniable. Can I take this off? I asked Chris, tugging on his vest and button down shirt. He obliged me by unbuttoning them both and pulling the shirt out of his pants. I couldn’t help but stare at the perfect set of abs the now open shirt was revealing. His skin was tanned, probably from playing football shirtless in the sun. He caught me staring. Your turn, he whispered. I reached around the back of my dress and pulled at the zipper until the soft material fell down around my waist and my purple lacey bra was exposed. It was a tight one, and my breasts spilled over the top in a way that clearly had Chris shifting in his seat. He groaned almost inaudibly, then reached out the stroke the soft skin just above my bra. I felt my skin prickle and my nipples peak at his touch. Then our mouths were exploring each other again, going over our necks, our shoulders, our jawline. He gently unclasped my bra with an expert one handed flourish and dropped in into the footwell of the backseat. I should have felt exposed, in a car sitting out in a parking lot, but it was dark and all I felt was a rush of adrenaline. I pulled Chris’s shirt the rest of the way off him and roamed my hands over those amazing abs and pecks. The need to be closer to him was building up inside me and I didn’t know how much longer I could contain it. When Chris’s hand slow slid up under the skirt of my dress pooled at my waist and grazed over the line of my panties, I made a small whimpering noise that I had never made before in my life. Chris chuckled, not unkindly. Do you like that sweetheart? He asked me, and I nodded up at him through my eyelashes. I could clearly see the arousal he felt too through his tight pants as it pushed at his waistband. I grinned a little wickedly as I reached over to undo his belt buckle. His eyebrows rose as he looked at me and I move my legs a little wider apart, hoping to encourage him to roam even further. He took the bait. His fingers swept ever so lightly over my now soaking panties, making him smile delightedly. Ready for me then sweetheart? God yes, I thought. This was unlike anything I had ever done before, and I knew right then that I needed to be fucked, and fucked properly. No making love, or gently coming together, I wanted to see what this guy was working with and whether he knew how to use it or not. Shifting around a little awkwardly I pulled my dress off down legs and threw it into the front seat, so I was sitting in nothing but my wet panties. Chris slid off his belt, then his pants and sat in his boxers, where I could clearly see the outline of what was evidently an impressive shaft. I swallowed a little nervously then. But Chris just reached out and grazed my breast again, then moved to cup the back of my head and my waist as he dragged me onto my back and held himself above me. He had one leg on the seat and one on the floor, which cant have been comfortable, but he didn’t complain. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, he breathed. Are you ready? I nodded again and reached between us to close my hand around the length of him and began to move up and down. Chris closed his eyes and shot a deep sigh down his nose. Then he reached his hand between us also and pulled my panties to the side, gaining access to my most delicate parts. He rubbed his thumb gently over my clit and I arched my back, surprised at how sensitive it already was. He slipped a finger lower and carefully pushed into me, making me melt back into the seat. A second finger joined the first and slowly explored my inner walls. As I worked him up and down he mirrored my movements with his fingers and soon I could feel the pressure building inside me. Every now and then his thumb ran in a small circle over my clit and I gasped in pleasure. I needed him closer, I needed all of him. Chris chuckled again and asked, are you sure? Oops I didn’t realise I had said that aloud. Yes I’m sure, I told him, please. I wasn’t begging, but I was ready to if he didn’t put his cock inside me soon. Then I felt it, his head at my entrance and swirling around to wet himself before he pushed into me in one powerful thrust. I gasped at the sensation, a little painful with the swiftness of it but a lot pleasurable. I wrapped one leg around him to get at a better angle as he began the motion of thrusting in and out slowly. The feeling off fullness was so exquisite, but I didn’t want him to be gentle. Harder, I breathed, and he obeyed. Fuck yes, he said, as he began pumping into me with more strength. His mouth was on mine and we kissed and licked and nipped on each others lips as we bumped together over and over. Chris reached down and began to circle my clit again with his free hand. God that felt so good. The pressure inside me was building fast now. Come for me sweetheart, he whispered in my ear, come all over my dick. And I complied. My orgasm ripped through me like an avalanche had just ripped me off my feet and I bucked and moaned under Chris as he pumped harder and faster into me. Just as I thought I was going to come apart at the seams, Chris groaned my name and started to shake as his own pleasure was released. We lay there locked together for a minute, breathing hard and staring at each other. Chris plastered a wicked grin on his face and said, we work well together, then carefully pulled out. I sat up as best I could in the cramped space and tried to find my panties to slip back on, but I saw Chris swipe them from the floor and pocket them before I could object. For good luck, he said with a wink. We didn’t talk much as we got dressed, but I saw Chris flick his eyes over me a couple of times, making sure I was okay. I smiled at him reassuringly and said, don’t worry, this is just between us. I got my dress on and asked Chris to zip me back up, which he did with expert fingers. After that there really wasn’t much more to be said. Chris leaned over and kissed me once more. Goodnight sweetheart, he whispered, then disappeared into the night.