Maybe 'party' was a bit of an overstatement. It was one of those neighborhood get-togethers packed to the brim with friends and family huddled about in tight knit groups, retelling the same old stories they did the last time they were here, with a few new embellishments sprinkled in. Maybe this time someone's fourth cousin twice removed graduated culinary school, or maybe it was to welcome back someone's globetrotting elderly aunt who just got back from discovering herself for the third time somewhere in Central America. Honestly, it didn't really matter. These things all blurred together after a while.

Still, boring as it was, your boyfriend had managed to get himself swept up in one of the reruns. Try as you might to drag him away from the fish tales, you simply couldn't pry him away.

Resigning yourself to your fate, you heaved a sigh and threaded yourself through the little cliques, exchanging the odd bit of rehashed comments about the weather and asking strangers how their mothers were. It didn't take long to realize this was all a lost cause. In fact, the only bit of excitement you found was when you crossed paths with a dark eyed guy you didn't know who couldn't stop grinning at you.

Maybe it was more of a smirk, if you were being entirely honest, but it was the most enthusiastic anyone here was to see you at least.

Still, whenever we crossed paths, our pleasantries hardly revolved around what a dry heat it was, or when the next rain was due. And hey, at least you got some reassurances about how good your ass looked in the dress. Before things got too carried away, you did the responsible thing and mentioned your boyfriend at least. Of course, that bridged itself into venting about how he had been ignoring you the entire day.

"Well, if he won't pay attention to you, I will," I'd ventured with another playful grin. You'd done your due diligence, you couldn't help that I was persistent. Still, you did put some distance between us to cool things down. But no matter how many times you dipped back into the throngs of middle aged women whispering about whichever member of their group had happened to excuse herself most recently, you couldn't help but wander off and bump into me again. You hadn't meant to. You just hadn't meant not to either.

Somewhere along the way the floodgates to flirting had cracked, but they hadn't opened in earnest until we had to make room for a gaggle of grandpas to pass by in a narrow hallway. Pressing back against me, your hips found out just how enthusiastic at least one guy was to be talking to you today. It wasn't quite a grind, more just rocking your hips back to confirm what you had felt, but it was enough.

Once we finally had the hallway to ourselves again, I threaded my fingers through yours and looked you dead in the eye, that cocky smile on my face once again. "Seeing as he's so busy, I don't think your boyfriend will mind if we head upstairs for a bit."

The shock in your expression was evident, but so was the grin you were wearing. And that was enough for me to tug you along behind me toward the first open bedroom we can find.

Some of the kinks I'm interested in for this scene include cheating, casual sex, barebacking, size difference, risky sex, semi-public, lingerie, messy sex, and you can definitely count on a cream pie.

Limits are abuse, bodily fluids that aren’t saliva or sexual, rimming, and darker themes. I'm also not out to make this all about cucking your boyfriend.

Hit me with a message to hammer out the details, or feel free to jump in where the prompt left off. DMs, chat, roll with whichever, just send me more than a one liner.