A Wild Night's Encounter (4 page)

The man smiled and shook his head.

“You really think I’m dumb don’t you? You think I’ll tell all these drunk people here who’ll probably be passed out and forget everything tomorrow?” He shook his head once more and started backing away. “Three words – Night Vision App. Now remember that part about being polite the next time you talk to me. Okay?”

With that final declaration, he turned his back, whistled to himself, and walked out the front gate that demarcated the grounds of the Alpha Kappa Omega frat house.

Laila’s mind swam. Night vision app?

And then it hit her. Of course!

Like a cat sensing big trouble, Laila’s bodily hairs stood up – she was afraid and angry at the same time!

She ran after the man.

ONCE SHE GOT OUT of the gate, she looked left and right.

To her right was a familiar figure. She headed that way.

“Hey! Hey!” she called to him loudly, then remembering the part where she needed to be polite, Laila toned down her voice and called out again. “Wait up. Please!”

The man turned around when he heard the word ‘please’. He stopped and waited for her. Once she caught up, he started walking again.

“Knew you would come. And polite too! You learn fast.” He grinned.

“What did you mean about...”

“Don’t worry about that yet. Walk with me. Coffee or cocoa?” he asked.

“Cocoa. I guess,” she replied, still not trusting him.

“Good, I know just the place! Name’s Eric by the way,” said he, facing her, grinning.

“Laila,” she answered awkwardly.

“That your real name? Laila?”

She nodded.

“Sure?”

“Y-Yes.”

“If you say so,” Eric said, whistling to himself.

Laila walked beside him to the diner, her head full of thoughts. She didn’t speak a word until they got to their destination. Eric just whistled, hands in his pocket – as if he hadn’t just had a bad exchange with Laila.

****

They walked together towards the twenty-four hour diner. Laila fell behind a little bit on purpose. She was not sure whether to trust him or not. She decided to keep her guard up and be observant to be safe.

She noticed that even at 5”8’, he easily towered over her. He must have drunk at least six or seven bottles earlier, but his sure gait did not betray anything. If any, he gave the impression that should not be messed with.

There was something reassuring in that.

“Hey, Laila, you’re lagging behind,” he said, interrupting her thoughts. “We are not far. Come.”

Laila obliged. The man stopped just to be sure she caught up with him. He was smiling.

With what little light the post could spare, she saw a gleam in his eyes. If she weren’t busy worrying about what might happen next, Laila would already have been entertaining thoughts about him.

Still, she maintained eye contact while she approached. Something she learned online about being in situations like this.

“I’m Eric, by the way, in case you were wondering,” he said, baring his teeth with a wide smile. “And no, I’m not going to do anything to you. At least not tonight,” his smile was even wider this time.

“Thanks, I guess,” she managed to respond.

Her eyes leveled with his. Those gleaming orbs that seemed to be full of mischief spoke to her, stared back as if to taunt her. It was like they were warning her to stay away. It might have been the few sips of beer, or it could have been the last waves of ecstasy that lay trapped inside her. Maybe it was the wild sights she had seen on the grounds of the Alpha Kappa Omega’s frat party. Or perhaps, in a sense, it had been too long since she had been in the arms of another man. She did not tarry; Laila didn’t have the time to examine her motives.

Before Laila could think about it, she found her body launching in his direction, her arms coming up from both sides. Her hands found the sides of his face and, without any further thought, locked her lips against his.

Eric, for a moment, found himself wide-eyed and rooted to the ground. It didn’t take long before he was fencing tongues with the woman he was antagonizing just moments earlier. Her kiss was rude; her tongue insisted in being given access. Eric resisted at first, but the contrast between her approach and the feel of her tongue won him over. Hers was a tongue that felt as soft as goat’s cheese on his palate. With her hands on both sides of his head, her tongue battling his, and her body pushing against his, she won him over.

Eric was almost overwhelmed with Laila’s advances. He was barely able to think that the two of them were very visible against the street lights that framed the entrance to the university. He only hoped that the solitary guard that manned the gate’s entrance had not been able to spot them yet. It was a good thirty paces away at least, but then he remembered they were just a bickering couple of moments back – he could not take chances.

Without breaking their locked lips, he maneuvered her through placing one hand on her shoulder and one hand on her hips, guiding her back to where they were barely illuminated. Laila did not object, her fires were blazing to the point of not caring. Eric, in an honest moment found rare among men in such situations, admitted that things are probably going to end better than he had forecasted. With such thought, he worked carefully to stoke her fires, taking care not snuff it out nor let it blaze on too strong that it would consume itself.

Once they were on the dimmer side by his estimation, Eric quickly worked to rouse whatever remained of Laila’s conscious thoughts. He knew he had to overcome that one last obstacle before home run. While her arms were still locking his head in place, he deftly slid one hand down her bum, giving it a squeeze, his other hand shamelessly slid under her blouse to cop a feel. His squeeze brought a pause to her incessant advances. When Eric managed to slide the bra over the crest of Laila’s teat, he maneuvered his hand such that her nipples were between his thumb and forefinger, leaving the entire hand cupping her breast. Simultaneously, Eric squeezed both boob and nub. He was rewarded with an appreciative and low moan.

It was Laila who broke the kiss. Eric’s heart stopped.
Oh shit no!
he thought. His light panic was immediately quashed when he saw Laila looking around. She was looking for a place! A smile crept up his face when he realized that. He knew where to bring her – he was looking at it! Eric took her hand hastily and with a light spring in his step guided her where to go.

The back of the university’s library was hardly a place to make out. Even in normal days, no one was there. The place was just a fifteen foot stretch of Bermuda grass capped off by the high walls that surrounded the back of the entire university. It was a boring, unattractive place – precisely what the unlikely pair needed.

They had barely rounded the hedges that marked the sides of the library when Laila pushed Eric to the wall. Her hands busied themselves in unbuttoning his jeans. Once that was done, she stopped and proceeded to caress him through his jeans to heighten his longing. Laila compensated her teasing with more of her hungry kissing, a gesture not entirely unwelcome in itself. Unable to contain her anticipation, with breath growing audible by the second, Laila plunged her right hand inside his boxers and felt his might. Though unsure if he could see her in the faint light, she looked up to him and smiled. Then her knees bent lowering her entire upper torso, leveling her face to his crotch, his jeans going down with her.

His hands shot out and held her by the pits. He pulled Laila up and with a shuffle, pushed her against the wall. He pinned her by one shoulder and without further ado, inserted his right hand inside her stretchy harem pants. When his fingers brushed her clit and his middle finger buried itself snugly in her crack, Laila let out a whimper. At the same time her nipples seemed to have come alive, pointing and stretching to their limits.

Eric rubbed her mercilessly until she lubricated like a leaking oil tanker. Her earlier adventure had set the bar high and in a brief moment, she was thankful for that. In a long time, this was her first brush with the opposite sex and though she would love to orgasm as many times as possible, it would not be satisfying if the quality of her eruption was not memorable. If she could throw her head back, she would have done so.

The heat building up between her thighs was becoming more and more noticeable and she ached to be impaled. Her sighs grew louder. Eric did not miss this. He pulled her harem pants down, her underwear included. Eric then proceeded to guide Laila’s legs into opening up so that she was spread-eagled, while standing. Eric then stood up and very slightly hoisted his pants a little higher, just enough to expose his muscled butt. His goal was to step across Laila’s stretched pants and underwear, just in case they become a problem in a short while.

Laila, worried that the position he had her in might be a little problematic. He was at an angle and though it was slight, it could rob him of a few inches of advantage over her already sopping love cave. Her worries were eased as easily as they appeared. Eric, it turned out, not only had the ability to start the deed, he also the length to finish it!

On his first thrust, Laila involuntarily bit her lip down. She had been missing this, but save for that one experience on a dim road, this was her first lustful act performed in public. With the angle that Eric was on, he hit places that would have otherwise been neglected had they been in a normal position and she was glad it was so.

Eric brought her arms together while he thrusted held them together with his left, then pinned them above her head. His speed, instead of slowing down, only built up. His free hand squeezed and teased her boobs without mercy. It seemed as if he knew when her nipples well. Every time she felt them straining, Eric came and pinched them. That, together with the piston-like speed in which he rammed her over and over was enough to push her off the ledge.

She knew it had arrived. She felt the first few initial streams of her own hot juice. The addition made the sloppy noise of his sawing even more audible. And then, just when she thought she would be able to hold a little longer, Laila gushed. The big O had arrived.

Eric felt it too. The soft velvety snugness that wrapped the entirety of monster had done its job too well. He had hoped to last longer but like Laila, he too failed. Just as Laila went rigid with pleasure he felt his member bulging up even further. One, two – he exploded. He barely had the time to pull out. Thankfully, Laila was already at the last stages of her dying desire. Eric pelted the triangular area of her privates with gobs of his man juice – his neck muscles straining to their limits as he tried to hold on to the glorious feeling that washed his entire being.

Then Eric almost crashed into Laila as he let his body rest against hers, letting her wrists go at the same time. No one spoke. The two just savored the moment, both wondering how they went from bickering to copulating.

***

Eric stood aside, opening the door for her as they reached the joint.

She cautiously walked in, her eyes making a few sweeps of the place. Eric got in behind her, walked forward, swept the place and picked a table. He chose the one farthest from the counter.

It didn’t take long before a waitress who obviously needed sleep followed them to their table. Eric waited for Laila to pick which side to sit before sitting himself down. He then gave a smile to the waitress who tried to smile back in return.

“I’ll have me some coffee, black, and the most delicious pancakes you have ever made,” said he, looking at her and smiling a big smile.

“That’ll cost you,” the waitress said.

“For your smile, I’d pay anything!”

“Jesus, Eric! It’s almost dawn, give it a break,” the waitress protested.

Laila looked at the waitress, then to Eric, and repeated her actions a second time. Moments ago she had already put him as annoying and arrogant – a fact that was almost supported by Eric’s recent antics towards the waitress. But the way the waitress protested betrayed something only women and the keenest of men would catch – familiarity.

“So you guys dated?” she asked, wedging herself into the conversation.

“What?” the waitress asked, suddenly facing her. “Me? With this prick? Oh no, never! I would rather stick my hand down the meat grinder than go out with this lout!”

Having said her declaration, the waitress executed the smartest about-face anyone on high heels could ever accomplish and walked away.

LAILA LOOKED AT ERIC, who was still staring at the waitress’ behind, the smile still on his face.

She saw that he was not unattractive. At such a close angle, Laila was able to observe the merits of her blackmailer’s features.

His head of curly and unruly hair looked like it was just a cap he had put on his head, but the same head of hair framed his head so well that it made his face look shorter and more symmetrical than it actually was. His eyes were wide, but his sleepy look actually played it down and made him look even more attractive.

Laila noticed a detail then that almost did not register. She was busy inspecting his face, the bridge of his nose, the slight parting of his lips and the proud lift of his chin.

In the back of her mind, she knew there was something that changed, but could not pin it down. It wasn’t until she noticed his lips part sideways that she caught on what it was.

And Laila panicked, her face flushed red.

Eric had been looking back at her, smiling. She blushed. Laila blushed so hard she almost had a panic attack.

Just a moment ago she did not trust this man and now she was admiring him – and she did not know why. She looked away, trying to appear nonchalant.

“You know, it’s not polite to stare,” Eric said.

“What? Huh?” she attempted to deflect.