ROLEPLAY HQ - opposites-attract

Marissa walked into the loud bar, scanning her surroundings. The lights were low, people were dancing, it was very high energy and Marissa loved it. She usually wouldn’t find herself in a bar on a Saturday night, as they always felt a little too much for her, but she made an exception that night. She had just graduated from University. No fancy awards were given to her, but she was happy with just graduating. And she decided to celebrate with a night out with friends. She walked up to the bar, clad in a black dress and heels, and ordered herself a drink. Something simple, rum and coke on ice. She didn’t want to get too drunk right off the bat and go home early. Marissa wanted to enjoy herself, and enjoy herself she would. @Deleted User

"I fuckin' hate this and you know it," Mikey Edwards would say, loud enough to where he could be heard over the music of the moment, which seemed to be a bumping electronic dance track, "It is too loud and the people are fuckin' fake." Mikey would sit back with his drink, a bottle of Smirnoff that he loved, something he would get made fun of sometimes by his beer drinking friends because it was 'pussy beer,' but it was the only alcoholic beverage he would drink. It had been a long year for him. Working in the local foundry, but keeping up with his friends, he found his life to be in a little bit of a hole right now and going out with friends was one of the only if not the biggest escape that he had. "I am going to get another beer," he said as he stood from the corner that his friends were crowded in and begin to move across the crowded dance floor, getting hit frm all sides, "Jesus..." he would mutter and cuss as he finally made his way to the bar, "Yo! Another Smirnoff?" he would shout towards the bartender before turning to see a face he hadn't see in years... "Marissa?"

“One rum and coke.” The bartender said with a smile, placing the glass in front of Marissa. She smiled, thanking him before she took a small sip. Her friends had dispersed in the bar for a moment, leaving her at the bar alone as they found other friends to join them. Marissa was about ready to go sit at a table until she heard a voice calling her name. She turned around in spot, seeing the person from which the voice originated from. “Uh… yeah, that’s me.” Marissa said with a soft smile. At first, she didn’t recognize the man, but after a few moments of staring at him, a light clicked on in her head. “Oh my god, Mikey!” She said with a laugh, shaking her head. “I almost didn’t recognize you, how have you been?” She asked, leaning back against the bar.

"I thought that was you... oh my goodness..." he said with a smile, trying to not to let her see, but he was definitely looking at her, "You look amazing..." He would laugh and meet her eyes again as she asked how he was, "Doing okay," he said with a smile, was he lying? Sure, but people didn't want to hear the bad stuff, "Awesome to see you around town again, did you finally graduate from... where was it...?" He racked his brain for a moment trying to remember where it was they said in the graduation that Ms Valedictorian was going, but he was so high during the graduation ceremony...

“Oh, thank you.” A light blush spread across her cheeks as he complimented her, and she was thankful that the lights were dim enough to hide it well, hopefully. “You look really good too.” She smiled warmly, trying to keep herself from looking him over, again. “Yeah, I moved back shortly after my graduation ceremony.” She explained, nodding her head. “Yale, I went for law. It was… hard. But I still enjoyed my time there.” Another sip of her drink down, enjoying her time talking to Mikey a lot. “Are you here with anyone? I don’t want to keep you if you have someone waiting.” Marissa said, though she didn’t want the conversation to end. If she had to admit to anyone, Marissa had always had feelings for him while they were in school together. But, different crowds. @Deleted User

"Yale... holy shit... excuse me," a light tint of red embarrassment crossing his cheeks as it is 'not polite to cuss in front of women' as his grandmother would always tell him, "I would bet it is hard, and no one in particular. Just a few buddies who dragged me here from work. Fuc... forget them, I didn't know you were in town, I wouldn't mind catching up!" Marissa was always the good-two-shoes, someone who would have never been allowed, or maybe wanted to hang out in his group of 'demon' children as someone of the Bible belt teachers would call us. We love metal, played roleplaying games, and general did the more degenerate stuff, but none of us really had the best influences...

Marissa was a little relieved to hear that Mikey wasn’t here on a date, at least. Though, she was somewhat surprised when Mikey said he wanted to catch up with her. They weren’t exactly friends in high school, Marissa thought that she wasn’t the type of woman that he would want to hang out with, but she happily agreed. “I would love to catch up!” She hurriedly said, almost embarrassed by how fast she agreed. “Should we find a place to sit and talk? Do you still need to get your drink?” Marissa asked before she scanned the bar, hoping to find a place for them to sit alone.

As she suggested getting his drink, the voice behind them of the bartender would say, "Smirnoff!" He nodded to the bartender and grabbed the drink, "Definitely, I think they have quieter areas up top," pointing to an upstairs lounge like area away from the dance floor and tables, couches that surrounded the floor. He knew his friends wouldn't miss him as they were chasing tail around the dance floor anyway. He smiled as he motioned towards the stairs, "After you!" As they would make their way to the stairs, the dance music would continue to vibrate through them. He hated the dance music and the stupid environment around him. He would much rather be at home with music playing or playing a game, but if he was, he wouldn't have seen Marissa. As they made their ways up the stair, the music would get quieter and quieter as they would find a couch that was empty in the back of the lounge to talk. "Ah, much better, music now a days is annoying..." He would give a smile before he let her sit down first.

Marissa quickly walked up the stairs, her ears slowly adjusting to the new silence as the music gradually began fading away. Once they had found a spot, Marissa quickly sat down on the surprisingly comfortable couch. “I feel like the music it’s just headache-inducing sometimes.” Marissa agreed with a small laugh. She placed her drink down on the table in front of them, getting comfortable on the couch as she turned to look at Mikey. “Mr. Mikey Edwards, god the last time I saw you was… high school graduation?” She shook her head with a smile. “You look good.” She complimented again, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Mikey blushed for a moment, almost taken back by her comment that he looked good. He most certainly didn't feel it mentally, but coming from her, it almost lifted his spirits more than it should have. He looked over as she finished, "Yeah, high school graduation," he said with a smile, "I think I seen you with... what was the dudes name?" He knew the guys name that she was with at the time, to be honest, he envied him some as he did have eyes for her at one time. It all started with a little science project together and it beautifully blossomed from there… Until the day that it was shut down. His mind would shake loose the brief thought of it as he listened to her, taking sips of his drink.

Marissa had taken a few more sips of her drink as Mikey spoke. The glass was set down with a satisfying clink, and Marissa let out a small laugh. “Oh yeah, Stephen.” She shook her head, almost rolling her eyes. “I am so glad I’m not with him anymore.” Another laugh. “Were you with anything at the time?” Marissa tried to think back, unsure if he was dating someone around graduation. It was hard to recall, she had been so tied up with applications and preparing to move to the Yale dorms, a lot of her senior year was a blur. But, Mikey seemed to be a focal point, even if it was distant and most likely not reciprocated. Another few sips downed. Her eyes gazed over him once again, taking in what he was wearing. Mikey looked just as good as she remembered, if not better. She quickly averted her eyes, looking back up at Mikey’s face with a smile.

"Stephen," he would say with a bit of fake surprise... Stephen was a dick, is the only thought that he would have in that moment, but he would smile widely, almost so much so that he had to bring it back and little bit, "Ah, yeah, I was with Trisha. But, she left around summer of that year, went to LA. Wanted to act or something. Never heard from her after that summer, which was sad..." As she would bring his eyes to his body, he would smirk for a moment, she wasn't being coy about looking at him and he actually liked that. He never knew what it felt like to be looked at like that, but her was a girl that he had the hots for in high school doing just that... His attire from high school never really changed in the long time it had been, band shirts, blue jeans, boots, and spikes, bracelets, necklace, everything. His hair cascaded across his shoulder like a 80s punk rock star, but he maintained it. During the time, he had decided to keep a small five o'clock shadow, but he didn't know if he liked it or not. He would return the favor by looking her over as well...

Trisha. Marissa thought back to high school, vaguely remembering Trisha. She saw her throughout the hallways occasionally, and Marissa had also recalled seeing Mikey and Trisha together from time to time. It did make Marissa slightly jealous at the time, but at the time, she wasn’t sure why. She had a boyfriend who she thought was good at the time, but Stephen quickly proved that to be wrong. “Yeah, I think I remember her. I’m sorry to hear about that.” Marissa said, pouting a little. “I haven’t dated anyone since Stephen, school took up way too much time.” She laughed, scratching the back of her neck. She could feel his eyes boring into her, just as she did earlier. It felt nice, almost as if she might have a slight chance, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up. The alcohol was making its way through Marissas body, already the slightest hint of a brain fog making itself known. She was a lightweight, especially after not drinking a lot over the past few years while she was in university.

At this point, Mikey was about four Smirnoff deep into the night and he could feel a little buzz beginning to show, but he was no lightweight and could handle his stuff. He smiled as he looked over at her, hearing that she didn't date anyone sent a hint of sadness through his body. Not that he was wanting anyone to take her, but that she missed out on the crazy college dating years that he did, "I did see a couple of people myself, flings, if anything, but never anything long term since I got out of high school." "Did you say that you moved back to town completely?" He asked as he would finish the last bit of the beer in front of him as he looked over and with a laugh asked, "Why on Earth would you wanna come back here?"

Marissa smiled, nodding her head. “Yes sir, I’m completely back. For now, at least.” She explained before finishing the last bit of her drink. Time for a refill. “I haven’t found a job yet, so I thought, why not come back and see if there’s anything here for me?” Marissa laughed, a light shrug of her shoulders. “Plus, you know, I’ve missed some people here.” She somewhat hinted. Marissa wasn’t exactly expecting to see Mikey after she moved back, but it was a very pleasant and welcomed surprise. “I need a new drink, do you wanna come down with me?” Marissa asked, her head tilting slightly to the side.

"No, you stay," he said with a smile as he bounced back up, "I will get it you, you stay comfy..." Without a word of fight against it, he would grab her glass and his bottle and head to the bar down the stairs, the music blaring against his ear drums again as he would head to the bar, ordering a rum and coke and Smirnoff. As he waited, he felt a hand on his shoulder, "Bro, where have you been? We are getting out of here, this place blows tonight..." "You all go ahead," he would say as he turned around to see his friend Stan behind him, one of the group that came with him, "I will catch an Uber home, I met an old friend and we are catching up." Stan looked at him and gave him a smirk, "Alright, your loss. We are going to Rosie's for the night, see some BOOBIES!" He was almost cheering as he left and all Mikey could do was laugh as he turned back to the bar. A few moments later and two drinks more, he smiled as he walked back up the stairs.

Marissa relented, leaning back into the couch as Mikey stood up. “Hm, okay. I’ll be waiting here.” She said with a smile, watching him walk off downstairs. Her phone buzzed a few times, so Marissa quickly took the moment to reply to the texts she received. After a few moments, Marissa looked over to the stares to see Mikey returning with newly replenished drinks. “That was quick.” She joked, sitting up slightly straighter. Without really realizing she was doing it, Marissa looked him over again, admiring the bracelets and rings he still wore, a staple of the Mikey Look, as she remembered. It was probably easy to tell that Marissa was looking, though, she wasn’t sure if she was exactly trying to hide it from him.

He watched as he handed her the drink and seen that she was looking directly at him, more specifically, his jewelry, "You remember when I tried to give you a spiked bracelet," he said, not knowing if it was the alcohol or the emotion of seeing her bringing it back up, but he started again, "We were doing that science project for Mrs. Edgesworth's biology class, you said you really liked it, so I handed it to you and said you could have it..." He looked down at it, "Almost identical to the same one," he said with a laugh, "But, your parents made you return it after they found out who you got it from even though you wouldn't tell me at first?"

Marissa let out a surprised laugh. “Oh my god, you remember that.” She broke out into a bright smile. “My parents were so upset. I have no idea why, though. I think they just didn’t want me getting distracted from school.” Marissa explained, her eyes glancing down to the drink she held in her hands. The ice floated mindlessly, shaking as Marissa moved. She quickly took a sip before setting the drink down on the table. “It is almost identical.” Marissa said, looking back at the bracelet. She look a hold of his wrist lightly, studying the bracelets that decorated his arm. “I can’t believe you still remember that. I was so embarrassed when I had to give it back. I really did appreciate it.” She looked up at him, her hand still on his wrist.

Mikey thought he would know why they did, but he was hesitate to bring up that issue anymore. He smiled at her as he looked it over, "I tell you what..." He would slowly bring his wrist up to his other hand and begin to unclasp the wrist band, "Here, to make up for lost time..." He smiled as he unclipped and handed the bracelet to here, the spiked band had multiple clasps on the inside of it so it could fit many wrists. Mikey had thousands of them at home, but he thought it would be funny to see her reaction.

Marissa watched with a somewhat bewildered face as Mikey took off the bracelet, laughing. “What? Nuh-uh, no way.” She shook her head. “I would feel so bad taking it from you now, after not seeing you for so many years.” The spikes glinted as they reflected the sun lights from the ceiling above. Marissa looked up from her spot on the couch, shooting a bright smile towards him. “Come sit down, c’mon.” Marissa patted the spot right next to her before taking another sip of her drink. The alcohol was beginning to hit her a little more now, leaving her with slightly more confidence than what she arrived with.

"Come on, take it..." he would say with a smile as he would find the seat that was offered next to her, sliding in closer than he had been before, "I think punk rock might look good on you, Ms. Kersey." He sighed as he sat, it was nice to see that she was enjoying her time with him and him with her, but, he would begin to think... It was definitely something that he had doing when he was drinking, but seemed to always follow him. They come from different sides of the world. Her, the uptown side of things with a whole future bought and paid for with her parents money. Him, a degenerate, who has scratched and clawed for almost everything, who took the small indulgences in life as opportunity. He smiled as he looked over at her, catching her eyes again. But, fuck, what could one night hurt?

Marissa laughed once more, shrugging her shoulders. “Okay, you convinced me.” She said with a smile, looking down towards the bracelet in an attempt to hide her blush. She grabbed the spiked bracelet in her right hand, maneuvering it around her left wrist, intending on wearing for the night. It really was almost identical to the one Mikey had given her before, bringing back happy memories of the very few times they spent together in high school. “Thank you.” She said, studying the bracelet. Marissa had always been so focused on her education, and it made everything seem so… complicated, but she now realized that high school was probably one of the easiest times of her life. University was full of constant studying, feelings of inferiority as she realized her high school valedictorian status didn’t translate to university. Imposter syndrome. Now, having to find a career, it was just so much harder now than before. “Y’know, that science project we did? It was probably the most fun I had in high school.” She reminisced. “You made that biology class bearable.” Marissa admitted with a small voice, looking back up at Mikey, offering him a small but genuine smile.

"I am glad I could help," he smiled back, offering her a small head nod, "She wasn't the most interactive teacher in the world, I am glad I could make it worthwhile..." He stared deeply into her eyes for a moment, trying to gauge what was going on in the moment. He knew what he wanted to be happening, but he didn't know if that is what she wanted as well. As he looked up at her, the same high school girl rang through in his eyes, it was like she had never left the area, never grew up. The same face of the same beautiful girl he felt his first crush on. He smiled as a gentle blush crossed his face, "Umm, I am not sure what you are doing right now, but I would love to see you more." It was abrupt and almost too sudden, the question or request, but he felt like he needed to say it.

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Marissa spent a few seconds studying the bracelet that now adorned her wrist. It was a stark difference from what she usually wore, but it seemed to somewhat match her dress she wore that evening. Plus, it was a pleasant reminder of Mikey, even if he was right there. When she realized he was staring at her, she looked up at him with a bright smile. “I’m supposed to be with friends right now, but they seem to be doing their own things right now.” Marissa said, shrugging her shoulders lightly. It felt almost unreal to her that Mikey was wanting to see her more. The very same Mikey she was head over heels for in high school. Absolutely unreal. “But, we can go somewhere else if you want. I’m not really a bar-type of person.” She admitted, quickly finishing off her second drink of the evening. She knew that more people would be showing up to the bar in the coming hour, so she was willing to go anywhere else if Mikey wanted too. @Deleted User

Mikey meant like what was she was doing in town, but when she said she wouldn't mind leaving with him now, his face gained a smile that couldn't be surgically removed. He looked up at her, "Me either," he said with a nod, "I had the club and music scene and I was dragged her by friends myself." He looked down at his phone, "Let me get us an Uber and we can go down to the park or my house or something like that..." He snuck in the my house, hoping that she would hear that and be okay with it, but not so obvious that is what he really wanted.

Marissa checked her phone for a moment, seeing a few texts from her friends and they were leaving already. The others who were still at the club were preoccupied with other friends they had found within the crowd. It seemed as if Marissa was now free, which she was internally thankful for. Her entire surroundings were becoming a bit too much for her, and she would rather retreat to somewhere a little more quiet and comfortable. Clicking the phone screen off, her set it down in her lap and looked at Mikey, nodding her head. “I’d love that. It is getting a bit cold out, so maybe your house?” She asked softly, knowing that it wasn’t actually getting too cold outside. She just didn’t want to seem… desperate to hang out with Mikey alone. I’m heading out now, too many people here. See you guys later! Marissa quickly sent a text to the group chat she shared with her small group of friends. She gathered her belongings, which consisted only of her phone and a small clutch she kept her money and cards in, and stood up, smiling at Mikey.

He watched her check in with her friends, to his assumption and her going back to him and saying she would like to go back to his house... Holy shit, he thought to himself, trying to contain his excitement, "Yeah, no doubt... Hungry? I can make us food too?" He would stand and reach out his hand, a moment of super confidence as he would see if she would take his hand in the moment as they began through the stairs towards the doors.

“Maybe a bit.” Marissa said with a smile. “I would love that, I can help.” She watched Mikey reach his hand out, and with no reason to deny it, Marissa grabbed ahold of it. Her hand gripped his lightly, her smile only growing wider as she began to walk down the stairs. The outside of the club was a lot quieter. The music could still be heard, but it was muffled by the walls of the building. There were a few speakers on the patio, but the music seemed to be drowned out by the laughter of those who were smoking outside. “Should we stop somewhere and pick up some drinks?” Marissa inquired, looking up at the much taller man. @Deleted User

"I mean," he said with a smile, "We can, or we can drink stuff at my house... I have smirnoff, whiskey, Coke, etc..." It was a small list, but getting back to his house was priority to him at the moment. He didn't want her to rethink this option at all. He smiled as he noticed the Chevy Malibu Uber that was sitting towards the corner and walked over to it. "Uber for Mikey?" he said with a smile and they nodded in agreement, "Awesome." He would open the door for her allowing her to sit down and get comfortable before he jumped into the seat.

“Sure, I like the sound of that.” Marissa smiled, nodding her head for a moment. Her attention was pulled away from Mikey when she heard the vehicle pull up. She climbed in carefully, being sure not to trip over the heels she wore as she situated herself in the backseat of the Uber. After Mikey had climbed inside as well, the vehicle began driving. Marissa leaned back in her seat comfortably, giving Mikey a quick glance. She just… couldn’t pull her eyes away from him. She tried desperately to think of something- anything- to say to him. She didn’t want him to get bored of her, regretting inviting her to his place. “I, uh-“ she let out a small chuckle. “Thank you, for inviting me over. It really is nice to see you after all this time.” She said, her voice smooth with only a slight hint of nervousness. Nervous that she would, well, somehow drive him away.

Little did she know, he would never grow bored of her. His attraction to her almost bordering on obsession at this point as he looked towards the floor before he noticed that she was looking at him, he would smile as a red tint would encompass his cheeks. Smiling at her, he would see that the same nervousness that felt was almost written on her face in the moment. He had no idea why, but that eased everything for him, almost finding it extremely adorable... "You are very welcome," he said with a smile, "And its always amazing to see you as well. You haven't changed at all, still as perfect as you were back in the day..." His hand would slowly move over to her, his confidence beginning to spike as his hand would move past her and land right in the middle of her thigh, giving a soft pat before it remained there for the moment. He looked at her to see if she was uncomfortable with this...

Marissa looked over at him as he spoke, almost surprised at what he said. Perfect? She blushed, her cheeks rapidly heating up. And it only got more intense when she felt his hand on her thigh. She glanced down for a moment, eyeing his hand, the jewelry that adorned it. It made her feel warm in more ways than one. Between the two drinks she had and the confidence she was gaining by just being in his presence, Marissa could feel her nervousness melting away with ease. She shimmied closer to him in the back seat of the Uber, her heart rate picking up as her smile grew wider, her gaze focused back on Mikey.

The metal rings on his fingers clanked together and the bracelet gently rolled across her leg as his hand would gently move to the inside of her thigh as she moved closer, staying the same general position in the middle of her thigh, but swayed softly back and forth, letting the feel of the jewelry be a extra added sensation. He looked up at her with a smile, the conversation seemingly dying down in the moment as she let his embrace wash over her.

Marissa could feel her breathing picking up slightly, though she tried to seem as normal as possible so as to not make their driver suspicious. The rings were cold against her skin compared to the warmth of his hand. Goosebumps rose on her skin, moving her hand to rest on top of his. Her eyes stayed glued on him, eyes slightly lidded with adoration as the car kept driving forward to Mikey’s house. “Do you guys want music?” The sound of their drivers voice surprised Marissa, making her jump lightly in her seat. “Oh, uh, it’s up to you.” Marissa stumbled over her words, still reeling from the feeling of the hand between her thighs.

"Umm, yeah," Mikey would say with a smile, "Turn it over to 103.4 FM, should be a classic rock station..." He smiled as he would turn his attention back to her, he would begin to feel the goosebumps rise on her. It almost pushed him to stop, but as the music turned on, Motley Crue's, "Smoking in the Boys Room" came on over the sound of the tires bouncing over pavement and he caught her eyes.

The driver turned the dial for the volume up a little big more. Marissa thanked him before turning back to Mikey. “Good idea, I love this song.” She said with a smile, inching closer. The situation that was unfolding wasn’t something she could even dream of, but Marissa didn’t complain. It was something she always wanted from him, and now it was happening. She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting him keep his hand right where it was. “How much longer until we get to your place?” Marissa asked, her voice only audible to her and Mikey.

"Probably got about five or ten minutes..." he said with a smile as his eyes turned to her laying her head on his shoulder, "Relax and I will make sure you are feel good in the mean time..." He smiled as he looked down at his hand, the hand slowly slipping up her thigh inch by inch, but only stopping if she stops him.

Marissa maneuvered her head to glance down at his hand on her thigh. Shivers shot down her spine as he spoke, swallowing hard. His voice was deep, echoing throughout her body. She watched as his hand slid up her thigh, quickly reaching the hem of the dress she was wearing. She had never really been in a situation like this before, out in public. It was new, but she didn’t stop it. She actually enjoyed it, a lot.

As he reached the hem of her dress, he couldn't help but check extra carefully at her reaction, but the feeling of a small heat radiating from her thighs did catch him by surprise. She was not stopping him, but she wasn't encouraging him either. He was unsure of what to do in that moment as he looked over at her, "Okay?" the word would cross his lips as he looked at her.

Marissa shivered slightly, trying to muster an answer. She glanced up at him, lifting her head from his shoulder for a moment so she could get a better look at him. “Yeah, perfect.” She managed to say, nodding her head before shooting him a reassuring smile. And to add to her certainty, she parted her legs ever so slightly, still making sure that the driver wasn’t paying them any mind. “I’ve never- uh-“ She laughed slightly. “I’ve never done something like this before.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek, furiously blushing as she stared at him.

"Yeah, perfect." That was all Mikey had to hear, his core tightening and his body beginning to react to her words and actions as she slide her legs open only slightly more. His eyes would go wider with excitement and maybe surprise at her actions. Hearing that she had never done this before was more exciting to him than he could have even imagined. His hand would continue to brush up and down her leg, giving reassuring squeezes for a few more moments before his hand would finally find its way under the hem of the dress where he would begin to feel the heat becoming even more intense.

Marissa studied his face as she felt his hands travel further and further up her leg. His reactions were cute, which just made Marissa want him even more. She could feel her stomach doing flips, her breathing becoming shaky before eventually hitching in her throat. Her hand snaked around his arm, feeling his muscles contract as he pushed past the hem of her dress. “Don’t stop. Please.” She begged, in a quiet yet whiny voice. Her hand squeezed his upper arm once again, still looking right at Mikey. The scenery outside was rapidly passing them by as the vehicle continued to drive, the music playing over the speaker being just loud enough to mask the sound of her small whimpers.

“Don’t stop. Please.” Again, all he needed to hear. He would slowly let his hand move to the inside of her dress, feeling the fabric of panties that laid underneath. His fingers gently teasing the outside of them. The sheer exterior felt nice on his hand, but he would quickly come to realize, holy shit, he thought, that's a thong... As his hand would continue to move across the sheer fabric, a small wet patch would hit his fingers, he smiled. He didn't realize he could have such an effect on... well... anyone. His hand would slowly continue to encircle the sheer fabric before he slowly let his fingers guide to the edge of the underwear, slowly peeling them to the side as his finger would drag across her lower lips.

Her breathing picked up once again, feeling his fingers explore her most sensitive area. The heat on her cheeks never dissipated, almost embarrassed by how easily she could become undone by him. His fingers felt cold against her, the rings pressing slightly into the skin of her thighs which just caused more shivers. It was excruciatingly slow, feeling him tease her beneath her dress. It was as if he was trying to get a bigger reaction from her, but Marissa tried to make sure no one besides Mikey could hear her. Marissa wiggled her hips against his hand, silently begging him for more in that moment. It was almost pathetic, how much she needed him in that moment. Marissa had never realized that public play was a turn on for her, yet there she was, growing increasingly wet with every passing second that Mikey had his hand between her thighs.

As she would continue to almost buck her hips against his fingers, a smile would continue to grow across his lips as he looked over at her, the red shine of embarrassment on her cheeks, but the wetness between her legs giving him a green light. As his middle finger would continue to trace up and down her lips, he smiled as he would find what he was looking for and hitting the button at the top of her lips. Her clit was wet with juices already as he began to make small soft circles around it.

Marissa inhaled sharply, glancing towards Mikey for a fleeting moment. She tried to figure out a way to cover her embarrassment, but she couldn’t. Flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, Marissa had practically melted into him. Her hand closest to Mikey found its way to his leg, gripping his pants lightly as her hips bucked against his fingers once again. Her breathing was heavy, Marissa couldn’t hide it well anymore. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, trying to hide her expressions from Mikey for a moment as she tried to recuperate herself. “Oh my god. Keep going.”

As she would bring her head to his shoulder, he would smile, he never knew he could have an effect on a person like this, and it made him feel incredible. He looked down at her, before his finger would move away just slightly and long enough for her to beg for it begin, but before she would say anything, his middle and ring finger would dive through the fabric around them, plunging themselves as deep as they could go between her lips as his palm would come to rest on her clit, as he would slowly bring his fingers out of her, his palm would continue to rub in a small motion against her throbbing clit.

Marissa opened her mouth to whisper out some begging words, but was quickly cut off by the sudden fullness she felt inside her. She stopped breathing for a moment, trying to adjust to the feeling of his hand within her, but just as quickly as it started, he took his fingers out again. The pressure from his palm against her clit was almost enough… almost. It was at that point that Marissa realized just how much she needed him right then and there. “How much longer?” She managed to whisper out between her panting, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Alright, we are here," the words interrupted him before they could say it, "Make sure to throw a five star review on the app for me..." He laughed as he looked over to the driver, "No problem, boss, thank you again..." He jumped out of the backseat, his hand still wet with her juices as he would reach it out to meet her before he would point in the direction of a one story apartment complex in a wooded area of the city. "First apartment on the right," he would say as he was almost dragging her towards the door in a sprint...

Marissa jumped once again when the driver spoke up, pulling her from the thoughts swirling in her head. “Oh, thank you.” Marissa said in a sweet voice, trying to hide her panting. She climbed out of the car after Mikey, grabbing ahold of his still wet hand. She followed after him as fast as she could in her heels, only a pace behind him. She couldn’t help but just stare, watching his hair flow in the wind of the late night. Now, she was panting for another reason as they reached the door of the apartment complex. “Was running necessary?” Marissa joked, brushing aside her hair that flew into her face from the short sprint.

"Uh, sorry..." he would say, but a smile would quickly form with a giggle, "Maybe it was..." He would quickly pull the keys out of his pocket and begin to unlock the door, pushing it open with a rush as the one bedroom studio apartment was revealed. He would quickly walk into the house, but invite her into the house. This was almost now or never for him, he could still see that she hadn't given up or ran from him yet. He was happy about that. As he pulled her, the apartment was dimly lit with a table lamp on the side of a couch, but he would look over to her if she would walk in, him closing the door behind her.

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