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Graduation Party (IJAW and LeatrixSage)

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"God, I looked so ridiculous back then."

Brandon Schaffer looked at the posterboard holding some pictures of him from years past and shook his head. His first-grade picture especially caught his attention, considering the dorky haircut and the awful sweater his mom made him wear.

The banquet hall was beginning to get a little crowded, the people here celebrating Brandon's graduation from Shadyside High School. His family and most of his friends were already here, sitting at the tables that occupied the hall.

After being drawn away from the table by a couple guests that just walked in, he brushed his short, dark brown hair forward, fixed the collar of his polo shirt, and put his hands in the pockets of his khakis. He then saw a figure making her way down the hallway toward the room the party was being held in. It was his girlfriend, who had already been at one of her good friends' parties and was a little late to the festivities here. As she got closer, he smiled.

"Glad you could finally make it," he said with a wink before pulling her in for a quick kiss.
 
"I wouldn't have wanted to miss out," Jess teased lightly. Granted, the party had been fun, but she would rather be here. She pushed her long, blond hair back as she got a step closer to the posterboard, looking over the pictures. After a minute, she glanced over her shoulder to give Brandon a wicked look. "You used to be so cute!"

She'd kept her clothes modest, knowing his parents were going to be here. The blouse was classy, a light blue, the tight pencil skirt a soft black fabric that reached her knees. Of course, anyone that cared to pay close attention would notice they absentee panty-lines. Topping it off, she'd picked simple, black, baby-doll toed heels. All in all, a touch of sophistication that still made it easy to tease Brandon as the evening went by.

"Did I miss anything interesting?"
 
"You used to be so cute!"

Brandon rolled his eyes and laughed. "Used to be? I still am!" He winked at Jess and moved to stand beside her. "Do you believe I used to wear clothes like that? Gross..." he muttered to her, hopefully out of earshot from his mother.

He then took the time to look over his girlfriend, whom he had been dating for about a year. "By the way, you look simply amazing tonight." He reached down and took her hand, squeezing it gently.

"Did I miss anything interesting?"

"Not really," he replied. "My dad's already hitting the booze, Mom's with all the gossip queens at their table and Big Mike is hitting on the cheerleaders." He nodded in the direction of the large, hulking offensive lineman who doubled as Brandon's best friend. He was one of the few black guys in school, which was a huge draw to most of the girls.

He went to the table he had eaten dinner at and grabbed his bottle of water, taking a few sips. "It's a little hot in here...maybe it'll get a little hotter later," he said with a wink, nudging Jess a bit. He saw his mother coming over to talk to him and moved close to Jess. "If you wanna avoid the inevitable, you should get some food or something to drink," he whispered.

Just then, his mother drew him away to show him who had just arrived -- his old kindergarten teacher, Miss Christian. "I'll be right back," he mouthed to Jess as he and his mom walked to meet his former teacher.
 
Jess's eyes tracked over to where Mike was flirting. She waved, but he didn't notice anything beyond his current mark. Her attention was brought back to Brandon when he nudged her.

"Oh ha, ha," she grinned at him, and then nudged him back. "My parents are gone for the weekend. Make sure to stop by, all right?" Before he could answer, Vivian Schaffer appeared. "Hello, Mrs. Schaffer," she switched gears, plastering a sweet smile on her face.

"Hello, Jessica. May I steal him?" She didn't really ask, she just took him.

Jessica chuckled as she watched Brandon's mother drag him away. She supposed he was right. If she didn't want to end up dragged into the fray, she should find an excuse not to be. Her eyes did a quick scan of the room and, spotting a small bar, Jess made her way over. Along her path she met a few people, pausing to say hello to a few, and then going along. She liked most of them, but she still sighed in relief as she sat on one of the bar stools and tapped the counter.

"What's good?" She asked, eyeing the back of the bartender.
 
Finally, a break! Josh Meadows was starting to feel overwhelmed behind the bar. The dad of the kid who was graduating (he couldn't remember his name) was pounding rum and Cokes since he got here, and the other guests sure knew how to drink (and hold) their alcohol.

He moved to wipe his brow and ended up brushing back his medium-length blonde hair. He looked down at the fridge under the counter and noticed he was running low on bottled beer.

"Shit," he said to himself, quickly running to the back to fetch a couple more cases. He had hoped that it would be good enough for the rest of the night, especially since he didn't have a whole lot left.

With his back turned to the bar, he crouched down and began filling the fridge when he heard a tapping on the counter.

"What's good?"

His eyes closed and his face contorted, knowing his break was over. He put on a good face and stood up. Turning around, he saw a cute girl on the other side. There was no way she was old enough to serve, though.

"Depends on how old you are. May just be water or pop for you," he replied with a sly smile.
 
"Old enough," Jess practically purrs. As far as bartenders went, this guy was actually kinda hot. Jessica let her eyes roam over him, her gaze pausing briefly on his crotch. If she'd had to guess, she'd bet he was packing.

Her eyes slid back up to his face, and she grinned at his sly smile. Leaning forward, Jess crossed her arms, intentionally putting her cleavage on display. "Just pour me a drink. I promise to leave a very good tip."

She watched him closely, waiting. If money was enough, then she would leave it at that. If not...

Well, there was more than one way to skin a cat, and she liked getting older men between her thighs every once in a while.
 
Josh chuckled as this brash young woman started to make advances on him. This wasn't his first rodeo; many underage girls had done the same thing before, and he figured many underage girls would do the same thing in the future. Considering how well he was getting paid, he didn't want to screw this up.

"Old enough, huh? I'll believe it when I see it. ID?" As he said that, his eyes were slowly drawn down to her cleavage.
 
Jess smirked slowly as his eyes dropped. Leaning a little farther, she reached out quickly, cupping his crotch and squeezing slightly.

"Baby, do you really need to see my ID?" she asks on a whisper. "If I am old enough to fuck you, why can't I be old enough to drink, too?"
 
Josh let out a little grunt as she grabbed his cock through his black dress pants. He felt a little bit of a sweat coming on, and the thought of fucking this girl right now started to enter his mind.

"You're quite forward, and I like that kinda thing," he whispered back. "So if you're willing to do what you ARE old enough to do, we can both pretend that you're old enough to drink. Fair enough?" he asked, looking straight down her top.
 
"Fair enough," Jess sighed as she sat back on the bar stool. A quick glance over her shoulder found Brandon still being kept very busy by Mrs. Schaffer. Mr. Schaffer was being a belligerent drunk, and was just as much a distraction as the mother.

A small thread of guilt filtered through Jessica while she watched Brandon. He was a generally nice guy, and she wasn’t fond of the idea of cheating on him. Still, this was nothing, a quickie of a business fashion. Sex for alcohol… it wasn’t prostitution, she wasn’t being paid, it was just a trade. Mentally shaking herself, Jess pushed the guilt away and turned her attention back to the bartender.

“So, now or later?” the answer was obvious, but the question had to be asked. And then a semi-private location had to be found. “The girl’s restroom might be best.” She suggested quietly. At least there, Brandon couldn’t just happen to walk in and hear her moaning.
 
Josh watched the girl look back at the guy whose party it was, and had a gut feeling the two may have been dating. Or maybe they were just good friends. Or family -- whatever it was, he found himself caring less about it.

A good fuck wouldn't hurt anyone, so why not take advantage of the offer?

He rubbed his chin as he looked her over. "May as well go now...as long as you're quick about it," he said with a wink. "Can't leave the bar unoccupied for too long, especially with the crew that's here tonight."

He dried his hands with the towel and looked at her. "Girls' room in a couple minutes."
 
“I’ll be there,” Jess promised as she slipped off her bar stool. She took a quick look around, but no one seemed to be paying her any attention. That was good. If no one noticed, there would be no explaining.

She slipped into the girl’s restroom, releasing a deep breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding when she found it currently empty. She head for the stall in the back. There they would find some amount of privacy and the most room. She hung her purse just inside the door, leaving it cracked, and then took a deep breath.

It wasn’t the nicest bathroom. Rather dingy, actually. Maybe not the hottest place for a quickie, but it didn’t do anything to take the edge off. Jessica leaned against the wall, sliding her skirt up and dipping a finger into her tight pussy. Her clit throbbed, and her body shivered. She was plenty wet, and if he was good, she’d definitely get off.

“I can’t believe I am doing this,” she whispered to herself, chuckling as she pushed her skirt back down, and then playfully licked her finger clean. “This is soo crazy.”
 
Josh shook his head and just laughed. "What the hell am I getting myself into?"

He looked around, hoping to catch one of the busboys who were running around the place. He found one and pulled him aside, offering to give him a cut of his pay for the night if he could tend bar for a few moments. After a little negotiation on the price, the busboy accepted the offer.

Josh took a deep breath and tried to make as little a scene as possible while making his departure from the bar. He noticed the door of the women's room cracked, and stealthily slid inside. He pushed the door closed quietly and looked down the stalls, seeing a pair of heels under the one in the back.

He quietly called out, "Hello?" He wasn't too positive if this was his target yet, so he didn't want to be too crazy.
 
Jess jumped slightly when she heard him, and then let out a slow breath. Why was she was nervous?
It was just a quickie, a small fling, and if everything went well, no one would ever know. Even if another woman happened to come use the restroom, none of them would be able to know who was being fucked. Everything would be fine.

“Back here,” Jess leaned out the door to the stall and motioned for him to join her. “Come on, baby.” She purred at him. “I’m ready, are you?”
 
Josh smiled and exhaled as he saw Jess open the door and motion him back to her. "Absolutely," he replied as he walked toward her. Upon coming face to face with her, he slid his hand up her skirt. God, she was wet!

He leaned in and kissed her mouth, swirling his tongue around hers. He reached down and unzipped his pants, then freed his cock from his boxers, exposing her to its hardness. Josh then went back to rubbing her pussy as they passionately kissed.
 
Jess haphazardly got the stall door closed just as his hand went up her skirt. Just as the little bar clicked into place, his hand cupped her mound, and Jess let out a little groan.

She gasped as the bartender’s lips closed over hers, her tongue darting out to slide across his. Her back hit the wall of the stall and the palms of his hand ground into her clit, making her moan against his lips. She heard his zipper go down and reached out blindly, wrapping her fingers around his cock.

She grinned a little, he was a nice size. Jess had the feeling she was going to enjoy this even more than she’d first thought. She squeezed his cock gently, and the stroked him, grinding her pussy against his palm.

“Alright,” she sighed breathily between kisses, grinning almost shyly at him, “how do you want me?”
 
Josh bit his lip at her question. Oh, let me count the ways, he thought to himself.

A second later, he spun her around and bent her over the toilet, letting her palms rest against the wall behind the toilet. He lifted her skirt as best he could around her waist and rubbed her mound a little more.

His cock was already hard from her stroking, so he didn't have to do any extra work before sliding the head inside her with one hand, the other hand resting on her lower back. He moaned a little as her tightness enveloped his cock. He moved his hands to her waist, then began to pump into her at a slow, steady pace at first.

"Done this before?" he asked while fucking her, chuckling just a bit.
 
Jess found herself blushing under the weight of the bartender’s stare. He may have bit his bottom lip, but the hunger in his eyes portrayed a very different line of thought that had nothing to do with nerves. She sucked in a breath between her teeth as he spun her, but bent for him easily, her hands flattening against the cold wall behind the toilet.

She wiggled her hips to help him move her skirt up to her waist, and sighed out a soft moan while his hand kept the pressure right where she needed it. When finally she felt the head of his cock rub against the lips of her pussy, Jess arched her back, angling her hips so that he could slip in easily. Her arms shook as he sank in, slowly stretching her. When his hands settled at her waist, she expected he would become rough, but was pleasantly surprised when his pace started out slow and easy.

“Not with a stranger,” she laughed softly, glancing back over her shoulder at the bartender, an honest blush staining her cheeks. “With someone I was dating? Well, once or twice.”
 
Josh laughed a little as he continued to pump into the girl's tightness. He slid his hands under the material of her top, now holding onto her bare waist as his cock moved in and out of her at a nice pace.

"Must've been...mmm...pretty thirsty then," he replied, his thrusts getting a little harder. He slapped her ass once, the thwacking sound resonating throughout the otherwise empty, dingy bathroom.
 
“Extremely,” she huffed out between moans. That combined with the fact that this guy was rather hot and she loved the thrill made it well worth the risk.

Jess bit down on her bottom lip to muffle her moans, her body rocking with each impact of his hips against her. She gasped when he smacked her ass, but then only angled her hips to raise her butt a little higher, inviting the rough attention.
 
The girl's ass raising higher in the air after the smack gave Josh the green light in his own mind to get a little rougher. He acted upon it, reaching forward and gripping both of her shoulders. With more leverage, he was able to drive his cock harder and deeper into the girl than before.

Josh, too, was biting down on his bottom lip to keep from letting out any yells of pleasure. His focus was on the pretty girl under him, taking almost the entire length of his shaft inside her with each forceful thrust.

"Fuck, that's good," he breathed out.
 
His hands founder her shoulders, and Jess held her breath. Her muffled moans became dangerously loud for the first few pushes of his cock driving deep, and then, gasping for air, she got herself back under control. She let her head hang forward, her eyes closed tight, struggling against the urge to shout. Every time he dove into her, he sank a little deeper, her body slowly adjusting to accommodate his length.

Jess pressed against the wall, pushing herself back into the bartender, taking each thrust and not allowing herself to rock away from it. Jess smiled when he spoke, but she didn’t are answer, not trusting herself to stay quiet.
 
Josh's eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure he was getting during this clandestine fuck in the bathroom. His thrusts started to come a little more quickly now as he felt his body tensing up.

He paused his thrusts just to spread her legs a little wider, then started to play with her clit while fucking her from behind.

"I'm not...gonna last much longer," he gasped through clenched teeth, trying to remain as quiet as he possibly could. "Where...do you want it?"
 
“Oh God…” Jess caught herself, clenching her jaw shut and whimpering out a long, low moan. His fingers playing on her clit was just the touch she needed. She nearly came right then, but his voice cut through the pleasure fogging her brain.

“I’m not…gonna last much longer. Where…do you want it?” Jessica felt her checks flush, where did she want it most?

Grinning, Jess lifted her head and glanced back over her shoulder. “Put it… down my throat,” she panted between moans, her body quivering, right on the edge of her own orgasm.
 
Josh continued to rub her clit, working his fingers faster in an effort to draw her to her orgasm before he reached his.

Not being able to hold out any longer, he pulled his cock out of Jessica's pussy and spun her around quickly. He sat her down on the toilet and pointed his cock at her mouth. Seconds later, he brought himself to his own orgasm, cumming in her mouth and down her throat.

"Oh, fuck!" he yelled sharply, losing himself in the moment, not caring about who could or would hear him.
 
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