Taryn

"... Yeah, few months now." Taryn paused slightly before giving her reply...

It was the hesitation in her voice to admit she had a partner that made Mark's ears prickle. He had to restrain himself from grinning at hearing it.

"Congratulations." Mark gave her a smile as he let go of her hand, letting it drop against his thigh. He kept his gaze on her when she didn't move it.

"He's not here tonight."Taryn replied shyly, ignoring what Mark had said. Her cheeks went red as she looked away from him, gazing aimlessly toward a spot on the floor a few feet in front of her.

"Well yeah, but you've got your friends here." Mark spoke casually, though a little shocked at how open Taryn was being. Mark hadn't even addressed where her fiance was, so she had made good effort to let him know he wasn't with her, as if she wanted him to know she was unrestrained tonight. Mark knew Taryn was being a bit shy at that moment, but her response only further reiterated her intent.

"... yeah, but he's not here." Taryn spoke quietly again, as if only to herself. Her eyes still hadn't moved from the spot where she stared, her hand was still on the inside of Mark's thigh as the party raged around them.

"That's a shame." Mark spoke to break her stare.

"A shame he isn't here?" Taryn asked quizzically, a little confused by his response.

"Shame you're engaged." Mark lied with a calm smile.

"Ah... yeah." Taryn spoke awkwardly, unsure how to explain the openness of her flirting.

"Another drink?" Mark nodded towards the kitchen, changing the conversation casually.

"No more shots, though." Taryn smiled, a little more relaxed knowing Mark wasn't deterred by the fact that she had a fiance.

He certainly wasn't deterred by this, if anything this was the most motivated the 20-year-old could be...

It was going on 3am and the party was just as strong as it had ever been. Admittedly the alcohol was a lot more scarce meaning drinks were being shared and god awful (even worse than before) combination of cocktails were being made. Mark and Taryn stood side by side at the kitchen counter, laughing to themselves as a very drunk blonde poured them a mix of drinks that were apparently 'approved nightclub cocktails'. The pair took this as a challenge and were onto their fifth Cowboy Butterscotch Creme shot with orange juice chaser. Sadly enough, this was by far the best mix she had come up with so far.

"Alright, fuck it, I'm done." Mark held up his hands as the nameless blonde pulled out the remainder of what appeared to be an absinthe bottle and a carton of blueberry juice. There was no way he could stomach any more of these hideous creations.

"Win!" Taryn slammed her hand down on the counter.

The pair were kind of drunk at this point. This wasn't to Mark's plan, rather the fortunate by-product of spending time around so many keen drinkers. But hell, they were finally getting into the swing of the party.

"Draw." Mark corrected her. "We had the same amount of drinks."

"Pour me one." Taryn gestured to the ditsy blonde who looked happy that someone was actually keen to enjoy her combinations.

"It's absinthe though, love." Mark jeered the make-shift bartender to make the challenge harder. "Gotta be at least half and half."

"Fuck off." Taryn hit Mark on the chest playfully, though still quite hard. She probably didn't realise how drunk she was at this point. "That stuff's like 60%."

"I don't make the rules." Mark shrugged before gesturing that the blonde poured the glass deep.

"No, you don't, asshole." Taryn spoke with a smile and a little more venom before telling the blonde to stop. The glass was still deeply filled, so much so that the deep blue mixture of blueberry juice was diluted heavily by the time the glass was filled. The short haired brunette took the glass and inspected it hesitantly before biting her lip and looking up to Mark. She offered the glass to him. "... if you drink it you'll win."

"Fuck off, it's yours." Mark laughed with a slur as he watched in anticipation.

Taryn sighed. She put the drink on the counter and pretended to stretch, rolling her neck, flexing her arms and finding pretty much anything to do to prolong knocking back the drink. Mark laughed as she put on the clumsy display before grabbing the drink from the counter and wrapping an arm around her.

"Not for looking at." He said sternly as he put the glass to her hand and kept a hold of her from behind until she brought the glass to her lips and impressively downed the entire thing in a single go. Mark instinctively let go and took a step back, looking quite impressed. "Shit... fair play."

"Wiiin, bitch." Taryn put the glass down. Her bright blue tongue glowed as she grinned feverishly.

"Yeah, alright, fair play." Mark spoke quietly, a little embarrassed that he had been out drunk by a girl less than half his size.

"That's embarrassing for you, isn't it?" Taryn goaded Mark as she drunkenly poked him in the chest. She was rather smug she had beaten him. Little known to her Mark had quite a bit of trouble swallowing his pride. "... someone of my size to beat you."

"The drinks were shit." Mark shrugged. "They were sickly. I guess you're the best at drinking shit alcohol."

"Better than you." Taryn taunted him further.

"Sure." Mark nodded, trying to change the subject as he leaned against the table.

"You upset?" Taryn grinned at Mark, playfully poking him in the chest again.

"Distraught." Mark put on a smile and stared her down.

Mark knew he had to shake the jealousy. It was getting late and he ran the risk of not even trying to get his way with Taryn. He was pretty drunk at this point, so he threw caution to the wind and decided to try and get her alone. He knew the rooms upstairs would most likely be free, it was just a matter of convincing her to go up there with him.

The pair stayed close to the bar, though this time not to drink. All the surrounding sofas and benches outside were crowded and the pair were happy to talk away from prying eyes and curious ears. Mark started to flirt playfully, well, they had been flirting all night, only now it was more apparent. Taryn was as receptive as ever, and with every cheeky comment or playful touch to her body Mark made there was a flirtatious, though nervous giggle to follow.

"It was nice coming to a party without Liam." Taryn mentioned all of a sudden, completely unrelated to their talk on student life. She seemed to have put a lot of effort of bringing this up, as if she wanted to reiterate to Mark that she was alone. "Just nice to be by myself."

"By yourself?" Mark questioned the gorgeous brunette sarcastically. "So have I just been your imaginary friend for the night?"

"You know what I mean." Taryn smiled a little shyly, now not looking at Mark. She paused for a moment as if she were considering her words carefully."Just worried what Rach will think.'

"What do you mean?" Mark asked with a raise of his brow.

"I've just been sat with you... talking all night." Taryn paused on the word 'talking' because the fact was they had been flirting and touching playfully for most of the night. She certainly didn't sound worried though, it was as if she was trying to lead the conversation in a different direction."She might think something's up."

"I haven't even seen Rachel for the last few hours." Mark said surveying the room. This was a lie, fact was he saw her 10 minutes ago going outside with some guy he didn't know. Taryn wasn't as tall as he was so the chances are she hadn't seen her. He wanted to make sure she felt hidden, away from the nosy, gossips that were her friends.

"Really?" Taryn looked around the room unsure of herself, buying into Marks lie."Well you know what I meant."

"What, that I'm hitting on you or something?" Mark replied, a subtle level of sarcasm laced his voice as he hinted, they both knew full well that they had both been flirting.

"Oh yeah, but you wouldn't do that, would you?" Taryn quipped sarcastically.

"'Wouldn't dream of it." Mark replied lightly with a small smile.

"Shame I'm engaged or you might have gotten laid tonight." Taryn laughed to herself after a pause of thought. She blushed, brushing the hair out of her eyes as she looked away from Mark's curious gaze. She didn't mean for it to sound so suggestive, but it was clear she wanted to raise the subject with Mark.

"Might have?" Mark snorted, his tone turning smug. "Would have already had you by now."

"You are so fucking full of yourself." Taryn didn't sound offended by this, matter of fact she looked up at Mark intently when he said it. She goaded Mark further into the conversation. "I'm sure I would have been pretty disappointed."

"Don't act coy, you would have fucking loved it." Mark said a little more seriously. He wasn't daft, he could see right through Taryn's attempt to bring the conversation onto sex.

"Shame I'm engaged then." Taryn brought it up again, as if she wanted Mark to challenge this obstacle, and much to the gorgeous brunettes anticipation he did.

"Engaged or not, I'd still fuck you." Mark didn't laugh this time, he didn't even give her a smile. He spoke arrogantly, directly to her but quiet enough that only she could hear. He wasn't messing around now, there were no second meanings behind anything he said, no light flirting, nothing. His intentions were clear and the importance of Taryn's reaction to this was paramount to gauge whether he'd hit what he thought was the holy grail of his 'preference', a bride to be.

"I uh, yeah, well..." Taryn could only muster a stumbling response. She was completely thrown off by the seriousness of Mark's reply. The pair had been flirting lightly all night, their conversation hidden by a secret code of suggestion. Mark was the first to remove the mask from his intention. She couldn't look at Mark now, only mustering a stare a few feet away as she tried to grapple onto a response. Her mouth moved but nothing came out and by the time she had thought of something to say, Mark had gotten in first.

"You really think I care that you're engaged, Taryn?" Mark spoke, the same annoying, arrogant tone dripping from his voice as he spoke softly. He dropped his head so his eyes were in the line of Taryn's, breaking her gaze so her attention was back on him. He stood up again, towering above the gorgeous, slender brunette as her eyes followed him. "Do you really think that would stop me? Your fiance isn't even here."

The party raged on around them. The music blared loudly and the massive bonfire outside was higher than ever. People were singing, drinks were being knocked back faster than ever and complete strangers were side by side as if life long friends. Everyone was in a phenomenal mood, so nobody paid any notice of the guy and girl talking rather intensely at the kitchen counter. To any observer the conversation would look innocent enough, but at that moment the tall, cheeky boy was trying to convince the gorgeous brunette to forget about her fiance and fuck him.

"W-we couldn't..." Taryn said with a lot of hesitance in her voice. She fumbled for a reason. She had to protest, she didn't want to come off as a slut, if she gave herself up to this guy so easily then it would be unforgivable Unfortunately though, the excuse she gave wasn't very deterring. "There's nowhere... private."

Mark smiled smugly. This wasn't an excuse, it was a question. She was asking him if he knew somewhere they could find to fuck. If she really felt bad about it she would have used her fiance as an excuse, the logical excuse, the reason why a woman wouldn't fuck around, not that she couldn't find somewhere to do it.

"Upstairs. There's like 4 rooms up there." Mark said, keeping his gaze with her. He knew if he looked away her eyes might wander, and wandering eyes means a racing mind. He didn't want her to look around the room and consider people hearing, all the strangers who might walk in on them or her friends finding out... he wanted her whole attention to be stuck on him and the illusion of inevitability of what the night had been leading up to.

"Yeah, but..." Taryn paused, her mouth opened again to find the words but she couldn't think of an excuse. She might not even had wanted to find an excuse. The pause went on and she gave a smile of frustration at the smug looking guy chatting her up.

Mark was convinced she wanted it. They had been flirting all night, she had been touchy and suggestive and now she was struggling to find one of a million possible excuses for not cheating on her fiance.

This was usually the point where Mark would take charge. The girl would sit and struggle to think of something to say because the alternative was agreeing to cheating, and no matter how bad the girl wanted to fuck this was a tricky thing for them to do. Mark learnt that he needed to take control of the situation at this point after once having a girl fumble around the idea for well over half an hour, waiting for him to lead her to somewhere quiet.

"I'm going to have another drink." Mark said, nodding over the counter to the stash of spirits left laid out for people to drink. "There's a room upstairs that's quite interesting, actually. I think you should check it out."

"Oh?" Taryn asked curiously. Her voice was without any flirtatious suggestiveness and now sounded nervous and innocent. Her eagerness to Mark's orders highlighted her intent to actually make this happen... she wanted an excuse to go up there. "Why's that?"

"Reece has an old school Street Fighter 2 arcade machine." Mark replied, knowing this would have her attention, especially after speaking to her for an hour about childhood video games.

"Seriously?" Taryn sounded a bit more receptive now, though not just for the sake of the arcade machine... it was an excuse, an excuse for her to go to the secluded room Mark suggested. She didn't have ask him to fuck, something she might feel bad about doing, this would come around by itself. What she said next highlighted her eagerness to get him alone. "... do you want a game?"

"Yeah, I'll whoop your ass in a second." Mark said without the pun intended. He wanted to make sure she felt comfortable about going up there and something that would stop the nagging in her mind is if nobody suspected they were fucking, so going up separately, even with just a few minutes apart would be enough to stop people from making assumptions.

"Bullshit." Taryn laughed, her voice still a little nervous at the realisation of what was going to happen. She paused for a moment as if waiting for further confirmation from Mark that they were going to go up there.

"Go." Mark nodded through to the other room where the stairs led up to the collection of spare rooms above the party. He watched for a moment as the brunette smiled incredulously and made her way through to the other room. He noticed Taryn turn to look at him again, a cheeky smile over her face as she made sure nobody was watching, and before he knew it she had jogged up the stairs.

Mark couldn't hear if she had gone to the right room, the music was too loud. This was a good thing though, because no doubt Taryn would be aware that their voices would be hidden up there. The tall, brown haired student gave a quick, smug laugh to himself as he made his way to a nearby tequila bottle and poured a shot, downing it without hesitation. He placed his hands on the counter of the kitchen and once again stared into the bonfire that raged outside. He couldn't help but crack a smirk at the thought of Taryn's fiance, wherever he might be. He imagined some poor chump, hands down pants watching late night TV while his girl was waiting for some other guy to come upstairs and fuck him.

Mark looked around the room for a familiar face, eventually finding East rather unsuccessfully chatting up the same ditsy blonde who served Taryn and himself drinks. He walked over to the corner of the room where they were stood and slapped East on the back.

"Right fuckwit, I'm off." Mark said with a smile, saying his goodbyes.

"What? Come on man." East protested before trying to drag Mark back toward the kitchen. "Lauren's going to make shots for us.

"I think I've had enough of Lauren's shots." Mark laughed, slapping East's hands out of the way. "Anyway, gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Alright fucker, we'll come see you off then." East suggested to a rather unimpressed looking Lauren.

"Oh no, I'm not driving. Going to walk back. Drank too much, I'm just gonna get my car tomorrow." Mark quickly thought up an excuse. He leaned into East and spoke quietly. "Besides, you're fucking in, man."

Mark gave East a friendly slap on the shoulder. He knew full well that Lauren the blonde would drop him in a few moments, but at least it would keep him from following Mark around. He threw East a parting wave as he made his way into the other room.

It was always important for Mark to have an alibi, even if fake. He always made sure to falsify his whereabouts to rule him out of suspicion should say an angry boyfriend find out what had happened. Mark was a pretty big guy, not just tall but also well built from his time playing sports and rowing, but it was better to avoid that sort of confrontation. He learnt this out the hard way during his younger years after sleeping with a girl... whose boyfriend happened to be a boxer. Mind you, he still argued it was worth it.

Mark skipped his way through the crowd and couldn't help but grin as he made his way up the flight of stairs to the darkened landing at the top. The music faded and the drunken banter below was numbed as he walked past the doors until he reached the furthest on the right, already slightly opened. He turned around to insure nobody would see him before pushing the door open and sneaking in.

The room was dark and messy. A king sized bed sat in front of a large window, light flickering over it as the bonfire outside shot light into the tucked away bedroom. There were clothes on the floor, though the bed was perfectly made. Mark scanned the room and saw the antique Street Fighter 2 arcade machine, though it wasn't on. His eyes adjusted to the semi darkness as he noticed the shadowed figure of Taryn standing in front of the machine, staring blankly at it, her hand tracing the buttons. She turned and looked up at Mark nervously as she heard him close the door behind him.

Mark walked towards the nervous, gorgeous short-haired brunette, a cheeky smiled draped over his face as he pinned his eyes on hers. He watched as she broke her grip on the arcade machines joysticks and took a step to meet him. He had expected her to be rather shy at the prospect of cheating on her fiance, but the moment Mark was close she gripped onto his shirt, pulling herself closer and kissed him.

The pairs lips mashed together as their tongues danced wildly, a soft moan escaping Taryn's warm mouth as Mark took hold of her hips, sending tingling vibrations through their lips. Mark gripped tightly, pulling Taryn toward him as his tongue explored hers. He could feel her tits push against his chest as his bulge pressed just under her stomach. The couple stood for a moment, loud music muffled from outside as the product of 4 hours of teasing finally came undone, every little suggestion and flirty comment finally climaxing as the pair ripped into each other.

Taryn brushed her hand over the bulge now prominently poking out from Mark's jeans. A sultry smile and shaky breath escaped both their lips as Taryn squeezed against Mark's cock playfully, her hand tracing his length as she began to jerk him through his clothes.

Mark dipped his thumbs under the bottom of Taryn's shirt and lifted it, exposing her slightly pale, silky stomach as he raised it above her body. Taryn broke away from the kiss, raising her arms in the air as Mark pulled the shirt from her, leaving her in just a plain, black multiway bra. It wasn't the most extravagant looking bra in the world, but the way it pushed her tits up looked stunning. Mark couldn't help but stare as he felt the warm, silky skin press against him. His hands traced Taryn's back, gently tracing a finger up her spine, sending shivers through her as she put her hand back against Mark's bulge.