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*”I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”*

He smiled at her back as she melted into the crowd. Three years they’d been dating and Xinli was *still* finding methods to keep things interesting between them. And interested he was! This would be the first time they’d made it at a party, and Mike’s we’ve-graduated-uni-and-welcome-to-the-real-world gathering was certainly one of the better ones he’d been to in all of his 26 years. Nearly everyone he knew was either here, or had passed through here at some point.

He idled a few minutes, finished his drink, headed for the stairs and realized…she hadn’t told him *which* room to meet her *in*. OK, think…Mike’s room was probably out – this was his first time doing it at a party but instinctively he knew that you don’t do *it* on the host’s bed – the basement bedroom…probably not the one she meant as there was a fair bit of sporadic traffic down there…so that left the third floor room and the guest room beside Mike’s, one floor up. He decided it was probably that one. Mostly because he was too drunk to make it up *two* flights of stairs.

Casually he made my way upstairs, and slipped into the far guest room. He closed the door and drew the curtain to pitch-black darkness. Dropped his phone on the night stand, and waited in the dark.

A minute he waited, two, then a shadowed figure slipped into the room from the darkened hallway and closed the door. Quickly they embraced, and he was surprised to feel her tongue dart into his mouth…she’d never done that before.
*The party must have her excited,* he wondered, and poked his own tongue into her mouth. At the feel of her sucking his tongue as he did, he got hard immediately. They separated, and he quickly pulled off his shirt, his pants, his underwear, heard her doing the same in the dark. Held her again, cupped one breast, ran one thumb along her nipple. A different breast than the one he knew. Held her bottom cheeks, pulled her waist tight against his, his member hard against the thatch of hair there. Pubic hair where she should be clean-shaven.

He grinned to himself. All right. Clearly another couple had the same idea, and if his girlfriend hadn’t come upstairs by now then she was clearly either sidetracked or waiting for him in another room. She’d either be up shortly, see *this* door was closed and wait elsewhere or she’d discover him later…and here pressed against him was an opportunity he’d never get again. *It was dark, I couldn’t see, I wondered she was you….and just where* were *you, anyway?*

He bent to take one breast in his mouth, ran his fingers between her legs, felt the moisture along the slit ever so subtly different than hers. Carefully he pushed one finger up into her, another, and nodded to himself when she not only let him but shifted down to take them….Xinli had never liked being fingered so whoever this was, she wasn’t Xinli.

You know what else Xinli wasn’t a fan of? He took her hands and pulled her down to her knees in front of him, took the back of her head and pulled her towards him. Her lips parted and she took him in her mouth.

Yes. This *definitely* wasn’t Xinli.

He stood with his hands on the back of her head and enjoyed the feeling for a while, then pulled away. He pulled her up, then pushed her back onto the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he kissed her knee, ran his tongue along the inside of her thighs, heard her give a soft *gasp* at the sensations. He began to run his tongue along her, between her legs, slowly his fingers in and out as he did. The smell of her was sweet, and the scent of her skin somewhat familiar, tickling the back of his head. He’d smelled that before. Whoever she was, he *definitely* knew her.

He smiled to himself again as he tasted her, lifting her legs *up* to better gain access to her entrance, running his tongue up and inside of her as far as he would reach, relishing her hiss as she felt that movement inside, strange but pleasurable all the same. As he licked her he was gonna make the most of this opportunity; it would be *fun* figuring out who this mystery woman was.

Anna from English Lit? Satoko, the cashier from the 7-11 near his place? Maybe his older sister Eun-Jung’s friend Sung-mi? Maybe.

He heard her breath begin to come faster so he straightened and lay on the bed beside her. She pulled her legs up onto the bedspread and he breathed deep of her hair as he rolled on top of her – the scent of her shampoo *so* familiar – a soft sigh from her lips as he slid *up* and *into* her, her breath hot in his ear, her cologne sweet on her neck. Soft, warm, and welcoming; whoever she was, she felt *wonderful* as he moved within her and she must have felt the same as she planted her feet and arched her waist to take as much of him as she could within her. He kissed her again, the taste of her on her lips, her hips rising to meet him with every stroke. The feel of her different than that of Xinli; warmer, wetter…so much so that he distantly wished he had wondered to bring a towel.

Chandra from Biology 430? Mike’s girlfriend Juney? *Oh,* please *let it be Juney!*

Then, she began to make urgent panting noises and within a surprisingly short time she wrapped her arms around his back, hugged him tight, bit his ear with a quiet cry in a voice he was *certain* he knew as she came.

He was close, close. He closed his eyes, and began to speed up. Almost, almost…and then he came, pushing hard, deep into her, held himself still as he came, came inside this sweet, unknown woman…

He didn’t want it to end, so rather than withdraw he stayed where he was, still hard within her, and kissed her again, felt her tongue dart between his lips, flick the tip of his nose. He ran one thumb along her breast, then arched his body to run his tongue along the nipple. Straightened, idly began to move his hips once more.

“Stop that,” she whispered even as she moved hers in tandem, kissing him again. “We should get back to the party.”

He froze…*he knew that voice!* But it *couldn’t* be…she had come to the party but didn’t she and her boyfriend leave an hour ago?

And at that instant, the bedroom door opened. His head whipped to the figure standing in the doorway, at the face of Xinli who had come looking for him. Then down at the woman underneath him, to the face mirroring his own shock there beneath him, a face he saw every week at dinner with their parents, the face of his sister Eun-Jung staring up at his. His body on hers. He between her legs. He still up inside of her, hot, wet. The smell of her sweat in his nose. His come…oh god, his come leaking out of her.

He slowly withdrew from his sister and stood beside the bed as she sat up. This was gonna be an interesting one to explain to Xinli.

And the family dinner tomorrow night was gonna be even more interesting.

NSFW: yes

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