Mistaken Identity
written by:
Rayanne

When I walked out of the Bay City Club at two o'clock in the morning after partying with some friends I was greeted by a cold wind that made me shiver and sound off with a groaning brrr. The slight mist falling from the sky added to the chill in the air, so I pulled my hoodie over my head and hurriedly made my way along the side wall of the building to my car.

Half way to my car I heard someone behind me but I didn't turn around to see who it might be, but being a woman alone and vulnerable in the night, I picked up my pace. That was when I heard a man calling out, "Patricia...wait!"

I kept walking because my name wasn't Patricia, so I knew that this person was calling out to someone else. But as far as I knew there was no one else in the parking lot at the time. Never the less I kept my fast pace because the cold wind was beginning to chill me to the bone.

The footsteps came up fast behind me and a hand that grabbed hold of my arm spun me around with my back against the wall. It happened all too fast to fend this person off and I was about to scream when the next thing I knew, I was being kissed. His arm reached around my waist and pulled me up to him and his hand cradled the back of my head. My body teetered in a moment of hot, dark vertigo, and my head was spinning from shock. My hoodie was down over my eyes so I couldn't even see the face of this kissing bandit.

Finally, I was able to gather my wits, and with my wits came the strength to push him away.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as I pulled my hoodie away from my face.

The man stepped back with a look of shock written on his face. "Oh my god, you're not Patricia!"

"No shit!" I barked and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. As I looked at him I noticed that he was young, maybe 21 or 22 at the most. His eyes were a deep brown and he had thick brown hair. And he was cute, and maybe a little too cute. My lips pressed together for a moment, partially to show him that I was upset, and partially to soothe the tingle his kiss left behind.

"I think we have a case of mistaken identity here," he said as he looked at me.

"You think!?" I answered smartly. "If you don't mind moving out of my way..."

"No way," he smiled, "not after a kiss like that."

"You got to be joking. Now please let me pass."

He ignored my plea and stood sternly in front of me while shaking his head from side to side. "No, not until you tell me your name so I can apologize to you properly."

"Look kid, if this is your way of meeting girls you got a lot of work to do."

"Maybe you can teach me?"

"Maybe, if you get out of my way I can go home," I answered with a sneer, not feeling as frightened as I was when he first grabbed me.

"Come on, tell me your name," he insisted.

"Rayanne."

"That's a pretty name, pretty like you."

I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. "Look, it's late and I don't know what your game is, but I'm cold, tired, and hungry...and I want to go home."

"OK. I'll walk you to your car," he said reaching for my hand. "Show me where your car is."

I jerked my hand away. "I don't need any help getting to my car."

"Come on, please? It would make me feel better for scaring you the way I did."

"Alright then, right over there," I said pointing at my black Beemer.

He walked along side of me when I walked to the car, but then he stood between me and the driver door before I had a chance to open it.

"Are we going to play this game again?" I asked giving him a frustrated look.

"No. I need to ask you a favor."

"A favor?"

"Yes, I need a ride home."

"You don't have a car of your own?"

"No."

"You're pathetic!" I laughed. "What's your name?"

"Daniel."

"Well Daniel, I'm not in the habit of giving a stranger a ride. Maybe you should call a cab."

He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his lips and kissed my fingers. "Please?" His soft lips tingled my fingers like they did when he kissed my lips. I pulled my hand away with the sudden realization that I actually liked it.

"First you accost me in the parking lot, steal a kiss, and now you're asking me to give you a ride home. I never met anybody as strange as you." Finding myself losing my anger towards him I started to smile. "Where do you live?"

"The apartment building on the corner of Fifteenth and Taylor."

"That's down by the college, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm a student there."

"Oh, you're a scholar now! This just keeps getting better." I reached in to my jacket pocket and pulled out my cell phone. "You see this?" I asked as I was pressing the 911 keys. "Any funny business and the next button I press will be, SEND."

"Got it," he said with his eyes showing a hint of humor. "You know you almost fainted when I kissed you," he said as he walked around to the passenger side of my car.

"Yeah, sure. Just get in Romeo, before I change my mind." Within a few seconds I had the car started and we were on our way.

A block down the road he asked, "Do you think I'm a good kisser?"

"Why don't you ask Patricia? I'm sure she's out there somewhere waiting for you."

"Uh...there really is no Patricia."

"What? You asshole!" I yelled and pulled the car over to the curb. "I should make you get out and walk the rest of the way. Or better yet, I should hit this SEND button and have you explain it to the cops."

"Come on, doll. You don't really mean that," he said leaning his face closer to me.

"If you think you're going to kiss me again, it isn't going to happen."

I was wrong. Damned if he didn't have the balls to do it again. I wanted to push him away, but I didn't. I let him kiss me because his lips were so soft, and sweet. We kissed for a few seconds before I pulled away.

"Yeah, you're a good kisser, but don't try that again," I said looking him in the eyes before turning my attention back to the road and pulled away from the curb.

We sat in silence during the remaining drive to his apartment building. "Well, this is it, Daniel," I said as I pulled up to the curb near the front of the building. "Been nice knowing you...I think."

"Why don't you come up?" he said.

"No. Go away."

"Come on now. I remember you telling me you were cold, tired, and hungry. My place is warm inside, and I can make you dinner."

"And I told you that I was tired and that I wanted to go home."

"You can sleep with me instead of going back to your empty bed."

"You are totally insane!" I laughed. "And besides, I never told you that my bed was empty."

"I don't think you would be out at two in the morning if you had someone waiting in your bed."

His words reminded me of just how cold and empty my bed was and the only thing that I was hugging lately was my pillow.

"You think you got me all figured out. I bet you don't even know how to cook. You're getting out now and I'm leaving," I argued sarcastically.

"Okay, you win. Just one more kiss?"

"No."

"Oh, come on. I'm devastated and rejected and now you're being rude. Come on, one kiss to remember what your lips feel like."

I looked into his whiskey brown eyes and in my moment of hesitation he pulled me to him and threaded his hands through my long blonde hair, teasing at my lips with his own. His lips assaulted mine gently and being drawn into his kiss was like slipping into warm bath water, my body relaxing and all thoughts chased from my head as I eased further into the pleasure of his lips. Daniel had found the right buttons to push and one look from my eyes after our lips parted told him that I was willing to stay for a little while.

"Rayanne"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to take you up to my apartment and lick your clothes off you. Okay?"

"Mmm, we'll see."

He took me to his apartment and after we went inside he led me to his bedroom. "I'll still make you dinner, but we need to get to the dessert first," he said as he neared me to his bed.

I tilted my head back and lightly laughed. "Well, I'm not sure that I'm still hungry for food now that you got my mind on other things."

He lowered his mouth to my ear, blowing gently, and then his teeth closed on my earlobe. Swallowing and finding it hard to balance, my hands came to rest on his shoulders as his mouth roamed down the side of my neck. I felt like I wanted to purr.

"I can't think when you're kissing me," I sighed.

"Well, then I guess you'll turn brain dead when I'm fucking you."

I laughed and gave him a playful slap against his arm. "You're naughty."

He just smiled and wrapped his arms around me and drew me close for another searing kiss. His lips never left mine while our hands fumbled to reach buckles and buttons, smoothing over newly exposed flesh to divest each other of every bit of clothing. A few awkward moments of balancing on one foot, I nearly fell over shimmying out of my panties, but he grabbed me before my other foot hit the floor.

While we were still standing next to his bed he trailed his mouth to my ear and whispered this. "Baby, when I first saw you outside that club, I've wanted you on your knees, and I wanted to be on my knees for you. Think we can work that in? Among other things, I want to see the look on your face when I fuck you senseless."

Husky uneven laughter was my response, and since it seemed my knees were giving out anyway, I started to kiss a path down his chest. Compliant to my gentle pushing, I backed him into a chair that was next to the bed. His cock that sprung from his thick dark pubic hair looked impressive; the hollow eye at the tip of its purple head was looking right at me.

My silky locks flared out like a golden blanket that covered his thighs as I hovered over his crotch. My hands reached out and caressed his torso and when my mouth closed around his cock we both moaned. His hands brushed through my hair, guiding my mouth along with my slow, teasing pace. In my slow and savoring way I used my tongue and lips to explore his manly treasures, familiarizing myself with his taste and texture that I held inside my mouth.

I brushed his inner thighs with my fingertips and knuckles as I cradled his balls gently in my hands. I listened to every sound he made as I sank into a rhythm of oral movements that started to build as my passion grew. His moans turned into a growl, and he abruptly pulled me up, savoring the feel of my breasts trailing up along his thighs, and over his belly and chest. He pulled me up with his hands under the pits of my arms until I was high enough to spread my legs out over both arms of the chair, to which the extent of my flexibility split my pussy wide and open.

With his eyes boring into mine he trained the tip of his cock with his right hand at the entrance of my pussy while using the thumb of his left hand to strum my swollen clit.

"Mmm, I've never tried it this way before," I eagerly confessed as I eased my way down on his lap.

"Oh FUCK, you're pussy is hot!" he strained the words as my pussy eased down his pole.

"Yes, but not as hot as your cock, Daniel," I replied and followed it with a groan when my ass settled upon his lap.

Daniel liked me calling him by his name as I rode his staff. He liked hearing my moans when his cock struck the right places inside me. He played a lot with my breasts and teased my nipples something crazy and listened to every word of desire I expressed to him. His eyes followed every expression on my face as I rode his cock to my clenching orgasm.

The moment my orgasm eased and my pussy stopped clenching his cock he lifted my body into the air so that I could bring my legs in between the arms of the chair and reseat myself on his manhood once again. Free to touch him, I wrapped my arms around him tight and bit into his shoulder as I ground my ass upon his lap once again.

With the juices of my orgasm drenching his cock and balls I rode Daniel like the Lone Ranger riding hard in his silver saddle to save the day. I could almost hear the William Tell Overture ringing in my head and trying to keep up with it.

"Whoa baby, whoa. Let's take it slow," Daniel responded in my ear while massaging his soothing hand over the tight muscles of my back.

He slipped off the end of the chair and on his knees while lowering me to the floor until I was arching my back with mindless wrenching of my hips seeking to keep him inside of me. Slowly, with each caress, he made small changes to my position, sliding my legs to either side of his chest, knees drawn up, until my spine was flat to the floor and absorbing every shock of his methodical and determined thrusts.

Having me in a missionary position, he turned his attention to my breasts, using his mouth to draw each nipple into a peak while my hands went frantic on his shoulders and pulling on his hair. He literally had me moaning, groaning and howling as he fucked me and the more frantic and mindless I became - the slower and more controlled he seemed to get, until I started to beg him with whispers almost unheard, "Please, please, please."

Raising his mouth to mine, he let me bite and lick at his lips when I wasn't darting my tongue into his mouth to taste him. I couldn't seem to get him close enough as I pulled his face to mine with my hands until I felt his crotch once again seating against mine. Our bodies settled on a pace to ride each other to the very limits of our sanity. My legs wrapped around him and my arms held him as he jerked and ejaculated deep inside my wet pussy. I didn't need another orgasm at that point. I just enjoyed his.

Time seemed to stand still as we slowly unraveled to soft murmurs of pleasure. He eased out of me and we stretched beside one another with only our lips seeking for soft kisses and lazy hands trailing along sensitized skin. He smiled and kissed my forehead and then picked me up from the floor and set me on his bed.

"Make yourself comfortable, sweetie. I'll be back with a snack," he said softly and left me alone in his bedroom.

When he left me alone in his room I pulled the sheet over me and rested on my side, thinking about what had happened. I thought about that unexpected kiss in the parking lot and how I felt the tendrils of pleasure blending in with the edge of panic and the adrenaline that flooded my veins at that moment. With all things said and done, I really did enjoy that first kiss. I thought about the sex we had just had together and I could feel the hollow of where he had been so deep inside me, and now that silky texture of his seed dampening my thighs proving that this is not a dream.

"This is all so crazy, and yet so wonderful it blows my mind," I thought to myself.

Only a few minutes passed when he wended his way back to me, his mid-section wrapped in a scavenged towel, and his hands full from carrying a cutting board with some cheese and crackers, a few strawberries and a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat on the edge of the bed and poured me a glass of wine and fed me a cracker with cheese from his fingertips.

I sat up a little, rumpled and still humming with afterglow. "So you can't really cook, can you?"

He smiled. "I didn't want to leave you alone too long."

"That's sweet, but I really can't stay much longer," I said after taking a sip of wine to wash down the cracker and cheese.

He shrugged and popped a strawberry into his mouth. "You won't miss me?"

"Well, if I do start to miss you I know where you live," I said with an assuring smile.

He pulled the sheet down off my body and ran his hand over my thighs. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?" he asked as his fingers found my pussy.

"Mmm...I really should go," I sighed.

His finger slipped inside my slippery nest. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Oh." I gasped as I felt him stirring my passion once again.

He slipped his finger in a little deeper and found my G-spot. "I really can cook up a mean breakfast," he said.

"Well...I guess I can stay a little bit longer," I answered, giving into his seduction, and we started all over again.