**”Breaking Out”**

It was one of those summer nights where the air felt thick with heat, clinging to my skin as I walked down the dimly lit streets. The city was alive with distant laughter and the hum of cars, but my attention was locked onto *her*—Lindsey, this quiet girl from my class who’d always blushed when I teased her. Tonight had started with drinks, just casual, but something had shifted. The way she kept biting her lip, the nervous glances she’d shoot me when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Then, out of nowhere, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a shadowed alley. Her breath was quick, uneven. “I—I want to try something,” she stammered, fingers trembling against my arm.

I could see the nervous energy thrumming through her, the way her tits rose and fell under her tight tank top. I smirked, stepping closer until our bodies nearly touched. “Try *what*, exactly?”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, Lindsey surged forward, crashing her lips against mine. It was messy, unpracticed—she tasted like cheap wine and mint gum—but fuck, it was hot. I groaned into her mouth, gripping the back of her neck to drag her deeper into the kiss. Her little gasp sent a bolt of heat straight to my cunt.

“Fuck, you *are* pent up,” I murmured against her lips, sliding my hand down to squeeze her ass through her shorts. She whimpered, hips jerking forward like she couldn’t help it.

“I just… I think about this,” she admitted, voice shaky. “About you.”

That was all I needed. I spun her around, pressing her against the brick wall, and yanked her shorts and panties down in one rough tug. The damp heat between her thighs was impossible to miss. “You’re fucking soaked,” I growled, dragging my fingers through her pussy just to hear her whine. “All this time acting shy, and here you are, dripping for me in some alley.”

Her face burned red, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she spread her legs wider, silently begging.

I didn’t make her wait. I dropped to my knees right there, the concrete rough under my skin, and buried my face between her thighs. Her cunt was warm and sweet, and the second my tongue swiped up her slit, she let out this broken little scream, fingers yanking at my hair. “Oh—oh *fuck*—”

I licked into her, slow and deep, savoring the way her hips jerked against my mouth. Her clit was swollen, begging for attention, so I sucked it between my lips and flicked my tongue over it fast. She *shrieked*, legs shaking. “Gonna fucking cum already?” I teased, pinching her thigh just to watch her squirm.

“Please—don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I shoved two fingers inside her, crooking them just right, and ate her out like I was starving. Her cunt clenched around my fingers, her moans getting louder, more desperate. Then, with a sharp cry, she came hard, thighs clamping around my head as she rode my face through it.

When I stood up, her lips were kiss-swollen, her eyes dazed. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and grinned. “Still shy?”

She grabbed my shirt and yanked me into another kiss, her hand sliding down to palm my hard nipple through my top. “Shut up,” she muttered—and damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing she’d said all night.