"Lust at First Bite"

[JustABadBoy]

He'd been watching her all night, dancing with one guy after another, only to shun them off after half a song or so. It was like she had a very short attention span, or maybe the smell of horny Frat boys dancing in the still-warm October night -- all that beer and sweat and testosterone -- just turned her off. What ever it was, it seemed she was looking for the right guy, the guy who peaked her interest and held her attention.

Pete Timms wouldn't be that guy. He knew that already. He was Mister Average, he thought; average looks, average build, average personality, average car, even average income. The best looking girl he'd dated in high school only wanted his parents' social connections so she would win the popularity portion of the Prom Queen contest and be immortalized in the school annual. No sooner had they proclaimed her queen than she'd run off to the back seat of the All-Star quarterback's SUV and -- Pete smiled, reminiscing -- gotten herself knocked up. And now, three years later, as he stood on the cusp of being able to legally buy booze, he hadn't dated -- let alone fucked -- a woman he'd ever want to take home and introduce to mom and dad.

Suddenly, he flashed out of his reverie and back to reality -- and found the woman standing almost directly in front of him, her eyes set firmly upon his.

 

[Rough_diamond]

Rosa could feel the bitter tang of frustration rising in her throat rapidly as guy after guy was more than willing to dance with her but, unknown to them, completely incapable of satisfying her, forcing her to move onwards, cursing the waste of her time. Normally she enjoyed the atmosphere, the scent of desperation in the air, the music pumping through her head, but tonight she was hungry. As a vampire her sensitive nose could pick up hundreds of details about the men they hadn't even intended to share and none even came close to what she wanted - how could she use any of these..... boys when they were already so used. Her sharp ears could hear their blood pumping under their skin but it reeked, pumped not only full but to bursting point of beer, weed, steroids on occasion. A little alcohol was fine but she was lusting after the taste of a sweet cocktail, not virtual sewage. As for her other taste, these specimens smelt so oversexed that if they weren't jerking off right at that moment they weren't far off. No, she'd have to be utterly desperate to go for one of those.

Suddenly Rosa caught another scent, so much cleaner, sweeter. Her pulse instantly quickened as her frustration melted away, looking around for the source of the new attraction. A few feet away he stood, looking slightly uncomfortable compared to the drunken louts around him, shorter than many of them, less muscular and less obviously attractive but to Rosa he suddenly seemed, and certainly smelt like, the most desirable thing there.

Slipping quickly out of the crowd Rosa stood in front of him, the desire growing stronger already as she could tell how 'pure' he was - a mass of want, hormones and sexual energy not already raging out of control but waiting to be awakened, just waiting for her. There was far more than enough there for one meal and the thought put a wide grin across Rosa's face as she looked deep into the eyes of the new guy.

Pressing her body against him enough to seem flirty but not quite slutty, in case that scared him off, she put her lips to his ear.

"Hi, I'm Rosa, do you wanna dance?"

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Hi, I'm Rosa, do you wanna dance?"

Even before she spoke the words, Pete realized his hands were trembling. He slipped them a tad bit behind his hips, trying to hide them; but that only seemed to emphasize the growth occurring just below his belt line, threatening to push outward against her very-near body. He pulled his hips back a bit, too, but now he just felt as awkward as hell, like some three year old trying to hide the fact that he'd just wet his Pull-Ups.

He had to separate their bodies -- all up and down their front sides, their chests, bellies, groins, thighs -- were touching just such a tiny bit that he could sense her sexual energy ... and it was overwhelming!

Or was it his sexual energy? He had been horny as hell when he arrived at the party, he only became more horny watching her dance with the other Frats, and -- having her suddenly standing right there, asking him to dance ...? Really?? It had been so damn long, he feared he was going to explode right there and then and blow out the zipper of his Dockers.

Separate, pull back, do something, his mind was ranting. He felt like they'd been that close for hours -- it was ... magical -- but it had likely been a second or two. And, he came up with the answer; he turned, pulling his embarrassing crotch away from her, grabbed her by the hand, and headed her for the center of the writhing crowd, answering her question with a simple, "Yes!"

 

[Rough_diamond]

When Rosa saw how the guy in front of her responded to her question she almost burst out laughing but kept her composure easily, the satisfaction from his reaction overwhelming her. He looked so keen all of a sudden, practically squirming with what could have been discomfort but Rosa knew, with the smell of his hormones rising already, that it was excitement instead. She wasn't the kind to doubt herself easily and she was pretty sure she had him hooked already which eased her frustration - looked like the night's entertainment was sorted now, maybe even more than one night's worth judging by how keen he seemed as he led her into the middle of the dancing crowd.

Movement of any kind came fairly easy to Rosa, her senses and reflexes far better than any mere human but dancing was a special pleasure. Letting go of her grip on the man beside her, not feeling the need to come on too strong, Rosa let the music beat through her, her hips swirling freely as she moved in front of him. Her body twisted and bent as she danced, showing off every curve, biding her time to wait for the desire of the man beside her to grow. She needed him to want her, badly.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Pete simply stared at the woman; she knew how to move, like some pop song video dancer. A couple of times Pete realized he wasn't moving at all, except for a slight swaying of his hips. He was absolutely lost in her dance, his mind quickly equating her skill on the dance floor with her assumed skill in the bedroom.

He tried to match her movements, but failed miserably. He'd always liked dancing, and had been told he had good moves; but no one was going to keep up with Rosa out her in the crowd.

The song changed, still having a good beat but moving a bit slower. Before he realized what he was doing, he'd moved up to her, grabbed her right hand in his left, and wrapped his right hand around her back, finding a resting place for it just high enough to be acceptable and just low enough to imply he didn't want to remain acceptable for long.

He pulled their bodies together and immediately moved them together, hoping that she would enjoy the erotic nature of it ... instead of whipping out the mace and dropping him to the floor screaming.

 

[Rough_diamond]

Rosa's jaw dropped a fraction as the song changed and the man pulled her close to him, having expected him to remain a little more reserved for longer but she quickly smiled, a gesture of acceptance as well as happiness. If he wanted her close she certainly wasn't going to object to that, the sooner the better.

Relaxing into his hold, her body slipping against his, she curled her free hand around the back of his neck and moved in time with him, her movements slower now but her hips gently brushing against him, keeping them close, feeling the edge of his growing hardness against her.

Stroking his neck lightly she met his gaze and licked her lips slowly, leaning into him to speak. "You feel good" she breathed, "Any girlfriend I should be jealous of?" she asked flirtily.

 

[JustABadBoy]

He was happily surprised when she matched his movements. Pete wasn't what anyone would call a ladies man; aside from his lack of success with women in recent years -- hell, all years -- he didn't typically have the confidence to do something like what he was doing now.

There was something about this particular woman. She ... enhanced his confidence somehow. And now, practically grinding their bodies together, causing his dick to harden even more than it already had been, he was actually starting to believe that he mightget lucky tonight.

"You feel good" she said over the music. "Any girlfriend I should be jealous of?"

"No!" he laughed, as if to say, Who the hell would want me...? He felt stupid about the way he responded and, leaning in closer in an attempt to seem flirtatious, he added, "I am currently looking for one, though but--" He pulled back again to meet her eyes. "--she'd have to be as beautiful as you."

He could feel his heart pounding ferociously, the blood again filling his face. This just wasn't him; Pete Timms just didn't act this forward to women who were so very far out of his league. He couldn't hold her intense stare, and dropped his eyes to view her body ... her incredible body.

Oh ... how he wanted to be close to that body...

 

[Rough_diamond]

"I am currently looking for one, though but-- --she'd have to be as beautiful as you."

Now Rosa knew she definitely had him. He seemed so entranced he'd even lost the will to be nervous and her excitement grew as he flirted back, and she could virtually feel his pulse racing, as if it was calling to her. If this had all just been about feeding she could have just waited for someone like him out in the street, caught him unawares in a quiet alley and bitten him but this was so much more, the thrill of the chase.... plus she couldn't get away with doing it that way anymore. Biting someone raised too much attention lately, it was getting too dangerous and Rosa didn't want to have to keep running to keep her true nature hidden. But the potential sexual energy of someone like this guy next to her was almost as much as his life energy, she could feed off both for longer, do them both a favour.

Pulling his other hand to rest with his first against her back, she clasped both hands around his neck, keeping them close but leaning into his hold so he could still get a look at her body as he was so obviously enjoying doing.

"You think I'm beautiful?" she flirted back. ".... So if she looked exactly like me she'd have a chance with you?.... Do I have a chance with you?" She moved back slightly from his ear until their lips were only an inch apart.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Do I have a chance with you?" she responded, her tone flirtatious, her face nearing his until their mouths were practically touching.

Before he realized what he was doing, he leaned down and kissed her, a quick kiss, but passionate all the same. He pulled back quickly, face and body, leaving a gap between them as horror spread across his face.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry! Really! I ... I just..." He was babbling. Did you really do that, you fuck? He opened his mouth to speak again and nothing but guttural sounds seem to come out, so he quickly closed his mouth and tucked his lips between his teeth like he used to do as a child when chastised by his mother for using a profanity like dang or butt.

Pete could feel his face flushing hotter than he'd ever felt. You're such an ass! He wanted to cry; he wanted to run away. He'd been getting somewhere with this beautiful woman, and now he'd screwed it up by ... by kissing her in the middle of a Frat House beer fest, are you serious?

 

[Rough_diamond]

The kiss he'd planted had been barely anything, despite the amount of lust behind it, but he seemed instantly disturbed about having taken the initiative, even though Rosa had given him the chance on a plate. He looked so lost and awkard all of a sudden that she was caught between wanting to laugh hysterically and wanting to comfort him. Instead she took his hand, linking her fingers through his, and quickly made her way out of the dancing crowd, leaning against one of the shady walls at the side of the room and pulling him close to her before he could object.

Cupping his face in her hands she took control herself, softly pressing her lips against his, kissing him slowly at first but pouring a little more passion into each second, making the kiss longer and deeper, bending her body into his. After a long drawn-out moment she finally pulled away but smiled into his gaze.

"There, was that so bad after all?" she teased.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"There, was that so bad after all?"

His heart was pounding. "Wow. I, uh..."

He didn't know what to say. He thought he'd really screwed it up, but now...

Remembering her earlier question and marveling at the kiss she'd just laid on him, he informed her with a big smile, "I've decided that you do have a chance with me."

He chuckled nervously, adding, "I don't want to be here. I mean, here, at this party. I want to be her with you, of course ... but ... somewhere else. Any-where else. You wanna go? Split? Hit the road? What ever...?"

He was babbling; and, realizing he was babbling, he again slammed his mouth shut and bit his lips. He wanted to take her somewhere, anywhere, that was a bit more private, perhaps the tavern down the street that was no longer the hip place for the Frat crowd; or to one of the dorm lobbies, which would be empty on a Saturday night while all the students were places where they could drink, and get fucked; or, he fantasized his own dorm room, which would also be vacant because his room mate was away for the weekend. He wondered if she had a place, too, maybe a sorority or dorm or car with a big backseat, he didn't care.

"Anywhere," he repeated, anxious.