Making Out Session Comes To An Abrupt End (R-18)

Author's Note: If you don't want to read the make out scene, you can skip to the last few paragraphs of this chapter.

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Within the confines of the locked restroom, the atmosphere was charged with an intensity that transcended the raucous energy of the party outside.

The lip smacking sounds that filled the space happened to out volume the party music from outside.

Miles and Sarah, caught in a moment of impulsive desire, found themselves drawn together.

As their kisses deepened, Miles lifted Sarah effortlessly. He set her down gently on the cool surface of the counter, her back pressing against the mirror, which fogged slightly with the heat of their breaths.

Sarah's hands found their way to Miles's hair, tugging him closer as their lips moved in a fervent rhythm.

Miles's hands, meanwhile, roamed with growing boldness, tracing the contours of her thighs, which were exposed by the dress that had ridden up in the heat of their embrace.

Sarah responded to his touch with a shiver that ran through her entire body, her legs wrapping tighter around him, pulling him in, urging him to forget the world outside.

"Miles," she breathed between kisses, her voice a whisper that was filled with an urgency that matched the pounding of her heart. Her fingers traced the lines of his jaw, feeling the sharp edges and smooth curve.

His responded by pressing closer with his hands exploring further, sliding up her sides, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest as their breathing grew more labored.

Miles's hand ventured higher, encouraged by Sarah's gasps of approval, her body arching towards him as if drawn by a force beyond their control.

Sarah, lost in the sensation, found the hem of Miles's shirt and slipped her hands under it, feeling the taut muscles that moved under his skin. Her touch seemed to ignite something even more profound within Miles, his kisses becoming more insistent, more demanding.

"Miles, I—" Sarah's words were swallowed up by another kiss, deeper than the last, silencing any thoughts that tried to intrude on the moment.

The world outside—the music, the laughter, the entire party—faded into a distant murmur. In this locked room, nothing else mattered but the feel of Sarah's skin under his fingertips, the taste of her lips, the sound of her quickening breaths.

As they paused, foreheads pressed together, breathing heavily, Miles whispered, "Are you sure about this?" It was a moment of clarity amidst the whirlwind of passion, a check for consent, for mutual desire.

Sarah responded not with words but with action, pulling him back by the collar for another deep, affirming kiss. That kiss sealed their mutual agreement and shared need to explore further.

As Miles's hand traced the contours of Sarah's waist, he could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, the electric connection sparking with each caress.

Sarah, responding with equal fervor, pressed herself against him, her hands roaming over his back, pulling him in as if trying to merge completely.

Miles gently tugged down the lacy straps of her dress, exposing her shoulders to the cool air of the room, which contrasted sharply with the warmth of their enclosed space.

His kisses migrated from her lips down to her neck, each touch eliciting a soft sigh from Sarah, encouraging him to explore further. The tenderness of his lips on her skin sent shivers through her body, each shiver a silent plea for more.

"Sarah," Miles murmured against her neck, his voice a husky whisper that vibrated with low romantic frequency; "Tell me if this is okay," he continued, seeking affirmation, his respect for her boundaries paramount even in the heat of the moment.

"Yes, Miles, please don't stop," Sarah breathed out, her voice a mix of desire and assurance.

She was swept up in the wave of arousal that Miles's attentions stirred within her, feelings she hadn't anticipated when the night began but now embraced without reservation.

Encouraged by her words, Miles's hands ventured further, exploring the elegant curves that lay beneath the soft fabric of her dress.

Miles fingers snaked around and soon found its way to her underwear.

Gently pressing his thumb on the moist part through the fabric, a soft moan escaped Sarah's lips. Miles began to slowly massage and twirl his fingertips at the middle of her covered moistness.

With every movement, Sarah moans increased and Miles couldn't help but pull down her lacy bra with his other hand. Soon his lips were placed on her hardened pointers as he pleasured her by sensually sucking on them.

Miles would occasionally swirling his tongue around the hardened pointers, causing Sarah moans to grow even more erratic as her body shivered uncontrollably.

"Please... Fuck me..." She whispered in his ear amidst heavy breaths.

A smirk appeared on Miles face as he whispered back; "If you really want that then take it out yourself."

Sarah bit her lower lip while slowly opening her eyes to stare down at his hard-on. With urgency she pulled down the zipper to reveal Miles member which immediately reared its head out of the space it's been cooped up in the whole time.

'Damn! What have I gotten myself into... It's huge,' Sarah mind reeled from the shock wondering if she could take such a length.

'I used to think Derrick's was large but this...'

"Chickening out?" Miles whispered while planting a kiss on her neck.

Sarah's thighs subconsciously trembled as she felt more juices flow.

"...Put it in me," She responded with a sultry tone.

"As you wish," Miles stated while pulling her panties to the side to reveal the overly wet pinkish entrance.

Just as he was about to shove it in... He suddenly paused.

'What's that smell?' He wondered while taking a step back.

"What is it?" Sarah quipped with a tone of confusion.

"Do you smell... hear that?" Miles questioned with a wary time.

"I hear nothi... Hold on, I hear screams and ~whiff whiff~ something is burning."

"Exactly," Miles yelled while quickly dressing up.

Sarah after realising that something was up did the same and they proceeded to unlock the washroom door.

The moment they did, a cloud of smoke wafted straight in.

"Korrhh! Korrhh!" They both coughed uncontrollably as the thickness permeated their lungs.

Alongside it, came a stinging increase in temperature as a world of reddish brown came into view.

Sigma Chi house was on fire...

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