you bump into a 5’9 girl with black wavy hair drunk. your friends left you, and your all alone. “hey..- watch where ya goin..!-“ she said, drunk.

“how about you first, you’re in the middle of the dance floor, drinkin.” you say, smirking

“oh, sure. it’s a public place. anyways, what are you doin, dancin on the floor alone?” she asks, curious why you’re alone.

I smirked and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer before gently pouring some water over her face. "Time to wake up, Lana." I chuckled as she sputtered and tried to push me away. "You were asking what I'm doing here?" I raised an eyebrow, looking down at her with a mischievous glint in my eye.

I took another glance around to make sure no one was watching and then leaned in close enough that our bodies were practically touching as I replied, "Well, Lana... if you must know, I'm here for you." I gave her a wicked grin before pulling back just slightly. "Now that you're awake, what shall we do?"

Her eyes sparkled and she smiled playfully. "I knew there was something about you..." She giggled drunk again and wrapped her arm around my waist. "...let's dance some more!" Before I could protest or agree, she pulled me out onto the floor once more, starting to lead me through a series of expertly executed spins and dips.

I couldn't help but laugh as Lana dragged me onto the dance floor yet again, her grip on my waist tightening as she led us through a series of twirls and turns that made it impossible not to enjoy myself. As we swayed together to the beat of the music, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and rested my hand on her hip, feeling the warmth radiating off her skin.

"So," I began, trying to keep up with our movements while also engaging in conversation, "what do you usually do at parties like this?" It was clear she knew what she was doing out here on the dance floor; maybe there was more depth to Lana than just flirting and being daring.

You were supposed to be Lana. Stop pretending you're someone else. I know it's you.

Well then, Mr. Ahmad, if you aren't Lana, why did you reply to her message? Or are you just that good at pretending? Either way, it's a little weird. Let me guess, you must be really into her, huh? It's alright, we all have our secrets. But just remember, she probably isn't looking for someone like you.

Well, either you are Lana and playing games with me, or you're not and making assumptions about her. Either way, let's keep this conversation civil. My name is Saywer, by the way. So what brings you here, Ahmad? Just passing time until someone more interesting shows up?

My smile turned into a wry grin as I heard that. "Oh really? And who might that be?" I asked casually, maintaining eye contact with Ahmad. "If you don't mind me asking, that is." There was an underlying tone of amusement in my voice, making it clear that I wasn't entirely convinced by his story.

We continued to dance and chat, each of us seemingly interested in getting more information about the other. The air around us felt charged with tension as we danced closer together, our bodies swaying in sync to the rhythm of the music. But still, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right here...

I raised an eyebrow as he mentioned someone they'd talked to recently. "Someone specific, or just a vague statement?" I asked with a grin, still trying to gauge his intentions and whether or not he was actually who he said he was. Despite my skepticism, there was something about this mysterious figure that made me curious about them.

As we continued dancing together, I found myself searching the crowd for any sign of someone who might fit Ahmad's description. The party had grown livelier since our encounter, with people laughing and drinking all around us. It was a lively atmosphere, but it didn't make it any easier to spot anyone out of place... or someone who seemed like they stood out in particular.

I cocked my head to the side, confused by the blatant repetition of my own name. "You keep saying 'her name is Saywer.' What are you getting at, exactly?" There was a hint of amusement in my voice, but also a growing sense of unease. Something about this conversation felt off-kilter, like Ahmad was leading me down a path I wasn't meant to follow.

The music changed abruptly, pulling us back into reality as the beat dropped into a faster, more rhythmic pattern. As we continued dancing together, my mind raced with possibilities and questions about who Ahmad truly was, and why he seemed so intent on engaging me in this strange exchange.

---

I hesitated for a moment, glancing around to make sure no one was watching us too closely. "Alright," I finally replied, my voice low so as not to draw attention to ourselves. "Let's go." Something told me that following Ahmad to the storage container would be a bad idea, but curiosity and caution were engaged in an intense tug-of-war inside of me.

As we moved through the crowd, his words echoing in my ears, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was all some sort of elaborate game or ruse. But I continued to follow nonetheless, uncertain of what else to do. The closer we got to the storage container, the more anxious I became...

I took a deep breath, following him inside the storage container, feeling the walls closing in around us as soon as we were out of sight of the main party. Ahmad pulled a half-empty bottle of wine from a crate and uncapped it, pouring some into paper cups. I hesitated for a moment before taking one, unsure whether or not I trusted him with anything more than that.

We sat down on an old wooden crate, the dim light casting eerie shadows across our faces as we began to drink and talk. At first, Ahmad kept up his act of pretending to be someone else, but as the wine loosened his tongue, I caught glimpses of a truth hidden beneath his charade.

Still, there was something unnerving about this entire situation... an undercurrent of danger that sent shivers down my spine every time I thought about it. Whatever

As our conversation continued, an uneasy feeling grew inside me, making it hard to focus on what Ahmad was saying. Something told me that if I didn't do something soon, I might end up regretting whatever happened next. Before I could think twice, I leaned in and kissed him, pulling him close and losing myself in the moment. His lips were soft against mine, and for a split second, I wondered if perhaps this was all just some kind of twisted game he had been playing with me. But then he deepened the kiss, and everything else faded away as desire took over.

As we moved through the party together, my heart racing with excitement and fear, I couldn't help but wonder if what had just happened between us would change anything at all. Ahmad led me to a quiet room nearby, his hand trailing lightly down my arm as he urged me inside. Once the door was closed behind us, he turned toward me, searching my eyes for some sign of what I was thinking or feeling.

I didn't know how to respond, so instead I just held his gaze and waited, unsure whether to trust him or run in the other direction. The room seemed to grow smaller with every passing moment, the weight of our secret pressing down on us like a physical force. Finally, he broke the silence.

"So...what do you want to happen now?" He asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Between us, I mean." His words sent shivers down my spine

I wanted to tell him that I didn't know, that this was all new and confusing and scary. But instead, I found myself leaning into his touch when he reached down to touch my pussy through the thin fabric of my underwear. Heat spread through my body as I arched against his hand, moaning softly.

"I don't know what's happening..." I confessed, my voice wavering with emotion. "I mean... it feels right... but I shouldn't be doing this." The words tasted like ash on my tongue as he continued to stroke me, his touch making it impossible to think straight.

The feel of his fingers on my skin sent shivers through me, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was what it would be like if I really gave myself over to him. As he continued to touch me, the thought became less terrifying and more enticing with every passing moment. It was as though some invisible force had taken hold of my body, pulling me closer to him despite all reason or logic.

I moaned softly as his fingers found a rhythm against my clit, circling and stroking until I could feel myself on the edge of release. "Ahmad..." I whispered his name, feeling my whole body tighten in anticipation of what was to come. My heart raced wildly in my chest, fear and desire battling for control as he brought me closer and closer to climax.

As I lay there, panting heavily from the intensity of the orgasm that had just washed over me, Ahmad removed his hand from between my legs and stepped back. His eyes met mine, searching for something in my expression. Part of me wanted to thank him, to tell him how good it felt, but another part was too scared to give voice to those thoughts.

"What do you want?" He asked finally, his tone serious and earnest. "From this... from us?" There was an unspoken plea in his words, a request for honesty that made it impossible for me to ignore. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to be honest with both him and myself.

His eyes widened at my confession and he took a step closer to me again, cupping my face in his hands gently. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "And you'll only ever be mine." With that, he leaned down and kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine as he showed me just how much he meant it. As our lips met, I could feel the tension between us start to dissipate, replaced by a warmth and comfort that I hadn't expected to find in this place or at this time.

"So," Ahmad said when we finally broke apart, his voice still husky from desire, "what do you say? Want to try again?" He grinned mischievously, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of what might happen next.

With a laugh, I nodded and allowed Ahmad to undress me, his hands tracing teasing circles over my bare skin as he pushed my clothes off. Once I was completely naked, I realized just how much trust I had placed in him; exposing myself both physically and emotionally to this man who had once been a mystery.

He moved between my legs, spreading them wide, his hungry gaze taking in the sight of me as if I were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Then, with gentle fingers, he guided his hardness toward my wetness, slowly sliding his length inside of me. A sharp intake of breath escaped my lips as pleasure coursed through me; it felt so right to be connected to him in this way, even if it was a little overwhelming at first.

As Ahmad began to move inside me, his touch growing more confident and certain with each thrust, I arched my back and moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure overtook me in waves. He leaned down to kiss me again, their teeth clicking together in a wild rhythm that mirrored our movements. His grip on my breasts tightened, and I cried out at the pleasure coursing through them; they felt impossibly sensitive under his touch.

"You feel so good," he murmured against my lips before nibbling lightly on my lower one. "So fucking perfect." Each word seemed to fuel our passion, drawing us deeper into the moment until it was impossible to tell where one of us ended and the other began. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching my back further, meeting his thrusts with equal force as we moved together toward what felt like an inevitable clim

A sharp sting accompanied by a delicious heat filled me as his hand connected with my bare ass. My eyes widened but I couldn't suppress a moan, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. I arched into him, meeting his thrusts harder, taking everything he gave and begging for more. It was exhilarating, this power exchange between us. I had never expected it to feel this amazing, this right.

As we reached the peak together, Ahmad growled into my ear, his grip on my hair painful yet somehow perfect. He drove himself deep inside me one final time, holding still as waves of ecstasy washed over us both. For what felt like an eternity, we remained locked together, panting heavily and clinging to each other as our hearts raced wildly. It was only when I could finally find the breath to speak that I