His Smile: when they lose themselves - Sex Stories

His Smile: when they lose themselves

... “Come with us,” he whispered, tugging us out of the corner. That confused me, slightly snapping me out of whatever magic he was spelling me with. “I’m sorry what?”I asked him, trying to get my breathing in check. My body and I were going to have a serious conversation about agreeing with, and not betraying, each other later. “We were thinking of heading to the pub next door. Come with us.” There was no question in his words and he was pulling me to the exit were I saw the rest of our friends waiting for us. I hoped they hadn’t seen us earlier because I would not be able to deny that away. “I can’t, I’m here with my other friends so I’m not about to leave them,” I countered, trying to pull myself out of his hold despite how much I wanted to stay in it. I mentally patted myself on the back for not brainlessly following him out. He stopped and turned to look at me then. Those hypnotic eyes searing mine as he started pulling me towards the exit again. I didn’t even realize he was until one of our friends asked if I was joining them. I realized what he’d done then and tore myself out of whatever spell I was under. I glared at him as he smirked right back at me. There would be no hope for me if he continued to do that. I turned to my friends feeling him staring at me again as I declined and said that I’d only come out to say goodbye and that maybe Kate and I would join them later if they were still out when we’d wrapped up here. They left then and headed to the pub, Daniel ...

... right behind them when he turned to face me again and winked before smiling, then turning back around to join the others. I stood there shaking my head, my own lips moulding into a smirk as I mentally vowed that we’d definitely be joining them later and he’d regret the game he was trying to play. I returned to my own party and soon enough everyone was ready to go home. Kate and I weren’t though and I remembered that Daniel and the others were still out. Agreeing that neither of us were ready to turn in for the night, a little too drunk Kate and I headed to the pub Daniel had mentioned they’d be at. “So, how do you know that Daniel and the rest of them are going to be here?” Kate asked while we’re lined up to get in. “Well, he told me,” I replied as nonchalantly as I could while my mind replayed how he’d gone about doing that. “Why don’t you just jump his bones already? It’s so obvious he’s got a constant hard on for you and your vagina practically falls to the floor begging for him whenever he looks your way,” she teases me, as we hand over our ID’s to the bouncers letting us in. My eyes widen at that observation, despite being overly exaggerated, and I worry about how much my body language had betrayed me. Just thinking about him had my nipples hardening in a way that usually takes a little more attention than just wet dreams, or well PG13 thoughts in this case. Really girls? Now, when I’m about to see him? I roll my eyes at myself and turn to face Kate, halting our movements ...