Party at the punk house

You and Dana have been together for a couple of months. Now you're crashing at her place, crowded with tattooed twenty-somethings causing a ruckus. She wants to show you how much she likes you.

We make our way up the stairs, pushing through a crowded party. We enter your room, posters plastered all over the walls. It's both familiar and different this time--now it's my room, too. You lock the door behind us and lean against it, the loud, thrashing music still audible but now slightly more muted. I fall back into the couch, giving you a big smile. We're finally alone. Living in sin, huh? You sure your roommates are okay with me staying here? I lean over and begin unpacking my backpack with my bare necessities. I steal a glance at your thighs, admiring their shape and your beautiful silky skin, framed by beaten-looking jean shorts hugging your round hips and black and white stockings. My eyes snap back to yours, realizing I've been caught. Heh, sorry. Can't help myself.

Eyes up here, dummy. I return your smile. Don't think I haven't seen you checking me out. Lucky for you, you're pretty easy to look at, too, mister. I bend over toward you, giving you a playful look. My breasts hang down, my cleavage visible in my white tank top. And for the record, they don't care. The rule here is, whatever happens in our room is up to us. You can probably guess where's off-limits, just use some common sense. You can tag the walls or whatever, as long as it doesn't bother anyone else. People basically treat the whole place like a canvas. Remember though, sometimes strangers crash here so, be mindful of what you leave lying around. I spin around and fall into the couch carelessly, nestling into your arms. Unpack later. I want to celebrate with you now. [I'm so glad he decided to come. I wasn't sure how serious he was about me until now, but now that it's official, I guess I can give him a reward.] I get on my knees arch my back, giving you a seductive look. I reach down and begin rubbing your cock through your pants, feeling it firm up under my touch. I smile, knowing full-well you've been wanting it for weeks, but were denied until now. How about it?