The Strange Guy

I know Jayson wasn’t down for whatever or forever, but damn, part of me still wants him.

When it’s all shattered and broken into pieces… it’s so unimaginable when the heart just stops working. Will leaving us be worth it?

You can call me that curvy girl — the finest in my family, with a mad sense of humor. By the way, I’m just a 26-year-old Canadian girl.

On the 10th of March, one of my bitches rang me up.

“Girl, get dressed! We’re hitting the club tonight. I need my ride-or-die with me.”

It was Mila Anderson. Her dad is stupid rich, so when she says club, she means proper VIP vibes.

We pulled up and the bass was shaking everything. That’s when I saw Jayson. He was so damn fine I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My knees literally went weak. I froze right there.

Mila looked back. “Hey girl, what’s good? Who are you staring at like that?”

I didn’t even blink. “That handsome, cute, sexy guy right there. You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s a regular here,” she said.

I spun around smiling. “And who’s that girl next to him?”

“That’s his girlfriend, Cassie.”

“Ugh… that hurts,” I made a face and turned slowly, still stealing glances.

We walked to the VIP table. My bestie is a rich babe — her dad, Mr. Anderson, is loaded. I still don’t know how I ended up rolling with her.

I’m the kind of sassy, angry girl who doesn’t talk to people. But one day I was coming to school and saw this spoiled rich girl, Mila Anderson, stepping out of her Mercedes SUV. I was caught by her beauty, but I didn’t know she was actually a softie.

During lunch I was sneaking out to smoke when I saw some girls bullying her. I stepped in, gave those bitches a taste of their own medicine, and we’ve been tight ever since.

We were drinking heavily that night — Mila made sure of it. Not drugs, just drinks. We got properly lit.

I grabbed Mila’s hand. “Come on babe, let’s go dance!”

We hit the dance floor and I let loose, moving my body like nobody was watching. After a while I started feeling pressed. I leaned into her ear.

“Girl, I need to pee real quick.”

“I’ll come with you,” she said.

“Nah, I’m good. I know my way. I’m not even that drunk,” I lied, laughing.

I staggered through the crowd and pushed open a door. I wasn’t even sure if it was the men’s or women’s restroom. But the second I walked in, there he was again — blonde hair perfect, broad shoulders, fine ass face, and those sexy lips.

I couldn’t think straight. I walked right up, grabbed his collar, and kissed him hard. He tasted so fucking good. His perfume smelled like heaven. My hand slid down and gripped his dick through his pants while I moaned into his mouth.

He pushed me back suddenly. “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?”

I laughed, biting my lip. “Oh,come on… tell me you don’t like it. You felt that, right? Why not enjoy this moment with me tonight? Just you and me… Never let go.”

“I have a girlfriend and we came together… Are you crazy? Who would kiss a stranger just like that? If you're drunk then go sit your ass down.” he said, his voice loud and harsh.

He washed his hands and fixed his clothes. Then Cassie walked in. Her eyes bounced from him to me.

“Babe, what’s taking you so long? And who the hell is this?”

Jayson stuttered, “I… umm… I don’t know, maybe one of these random girls you know. common, let's go babe.”

She smirked at me. I wanted to smack that look off her face. *Bitch, i just grabbed your man’s dick and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, and you show up*?

I stepped right up in her face, looked her up and down, smiled, then shook my head. *This motherfucker is ugly as hell.*

They started walking out when Jayson turned back. “Just so you know… you’re in the male restroom.”

I laughed. Yeah, that made sense, but I was still determined to have him.

Later Mila said she had a migraine and wanted to head home. But I wasn’t done. I needed this guy’s number and I *needed* dick tonight. It had been eight whole months.

“Chill babe, sit down. I’ll just order an Uber and we’ll grab your car tomorrow,” I told her. She agreed.

I slipped a security guy $100 and asked him to call Jayson out, saying his car got hit. A few minutes later I met Jayson in the parking lot.

The moment he saw me he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “You again? What are you looking for, hun? Look… whatever happened in the restroom was a mistake. We were both drunk, okay?”

I stepped close, pressing my big boobs against his chest so he could feel my heartbeat. “I wasn’t drunk. I felt your vibe the second I saw you. I like you. I don’t care about your girlfriend. Let’s just enjoy the moment… no strings attached.”

He tried to speak but I kissed him again. This time he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard, kissing me deep and passionate. His hands moved down my neck, then to my chest. He pulled my top down, brought out my tits and started sucking on them like he was starving.

“Shit…” I moaned loudly. I was soaked.

“Let’s go to a hotel or your house,” I whispered, stroking his hard dick.

“My house,” he growled.

Before we got in the car he looked at me and said, “Bet you’re a mystery. What’s your history? You always out here leading people on like this? We gon find that out together.”

After a few minutes' drive, we arrived at this big glowing house. Dude is super rich, but I didn’t care. I only cared about the dick and the sex.

The second we stepped inside I threw my bag, pulled him close, and we went at it again. I pushed him on the couch, sat down, spread my legs wide, and beckoned him with my finger.

“Oh my fucking God…” I cried out.

He ate my pussy so damn well like a pro — licking my wet folds, sucking on my swollen clit, tongue fucking me deep while his hands gripped my thighs. I was shaking, moaning loud, gripping his hair as my juices ran down his face.

I pulled him up, got on my knees, took his thick dick out and sucked him sloppy — deepthroating him, swirling my tongue, playing with his balls until he groaned and came hard in my mouth and all over my face. I swallowed what I could.

Then we had the real sex.... He fucked me for real — hard, deep, and nasty. He flipped me over, spread my legs and slammed his dick deep inside my creamy pussy. “Fuck yes!” I screamed as he pounded me hard, deep strokes hitting my spot every time. He fucked me rough while choking me lightly, sucking my tits, slapping my ass while his balls slapped against me.

I came so hard my legs were shaking. He flipped me to doggy style, pulled my hair and fucked me even deeper, destroying my pussy until he groaned loud and filled me up with hot cum.

We collapsed on the couch, breathing hard… but I already knew this was only the beginning.