After Midnight

“I haven’t been with a guy in about five years,” I told him. “I don’t shoot up drugs. I haven’t had any blood transfusions. And I’ve had annual check-ups. I’m not gonna give you any disease.”

“Five years?” he asked.

“I’ve been saving myself for you.”

He smiled and said, “Right.”

“By the look of things, it was well worth the wait.”

“Thanks, but I still want to use a condom.” He turned away and walked toward his dresser.

“Come on, no. I want to feel you in me.”

As he pulled open a drawer, he looked over his shoulder at me.

“You wear one of those,” I said, “it’s like getting fucked by a balloon.”

He laughed softly and shook his head. “It’s not much better from this end, believe me.” Then he started searching through the drawer. “Maybe after we’ve known each other longer…”

“Next time, I’ll bring a note from my doctor. If there is a next time.”

“I hope there will be,” Murphy said.

I said, “Me, too.”

Then I pulled the skirt out from under me and pushed it aside until it fell to the floor. On my back, I brought my knees up to my chest and peeled my panties off.

Murphy found what he was looking for, turned around and came back toward the bed with a foil packet pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Would you like me to do the honors?” I asked.

“Like what?”

“If you have to wear it, I might as well get the fun of putting it on you.”

“Okay. If you want to.”

Sitting up, I swung myself around. I sat on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor. “Right here.” I spread my knees and patted the side of the mattress.

Murphy stepped in between my legs.

“Man, look at that thing.”

He glanced at it and shrugged.

“Looks like a cannon.”

Blushing deep red, he muttered, “No it doesn’t.”

“Hope it doesn’t go off by accident.”

“Hey.”

“Might blow out my eye.”

“Jeez.”

I grinned up at him. “What?”

“Do you have to talk about it?”

“Just admiring the equipment.”

“Do you have to?”

“I don’t have to.”

“It’s just…sort of embarrassing.”

“Okay. I’ll stop talking about it.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Me and my big mouth,” I said.

“That’s all right.”

“But are you sure you want to cover this baby up with a nasty old rubber?”

“That’s the only way I’ll…yeah. I’m afraid so. Sorry.”

“Okay. It’s a shame, but if you insist…”

“I do.”

“Okay. Well, give me that thing.”

He handed the packet to me. I tore it open and pulled out the condom. It felt warm and slimy. “Yuck,” I said. “I really want this in me. What is it, used?”

“Just pre-lubricated.”

“I know, I know. I was kidding. But yuck. I mean, really.”

“We don’t have to do this,” he said, and placed his hands gently on my shoulders.

“Don’t have to use the rubber?”

“Not if we call the whole thing off.”

I looked up at him. “Do you want to call it off?” I asked.

“Do I look like it?”

“Hardly.”

He started to rub my shoulders. And kept rubbing them as I leaned forward.

But it wasn’t the condom I put on him.

It was my mouth.

He gasped and arched his back and squeezed my shoulders. But he didn’t complain or try to pull back.

Dropping the condom, I clutched his buttocks. I dug my fingernails in, drew him closer to me and slid my lips down his thick shaft, taking him into my mouth until no more could fit in.

He stood rigid and moaned.

I pulled slowly back, sucking as I went.

He shuddered.

I squeezed his buttocks and went down again, my lips a tight, sliding ring.

“Don’t. Uh. Y’better stop.”

Up again, pulling at him, sucking.

“Ahhh!”

Down, taking him in deeper and deeper.

“No, y’gotta…I’m gonna…!”

I jerked my head up suddenly and he popped out of my mouth with a wet slurp. I tugged his ass. As he stumbled toward me, I shoved at the floor with my feet, springing up from the mattress and wrapping my arms around his back.

He fell forward, trapped between my thighs. I fell backward, pulling him down on top of me.

On the way down, he prodded my right thigh so I shifted a bit to take care of the aim.

My back hit the mattress.

And in he went.

He was awfully big, but I was juicy.

Pre-lubricated.

He went sliding in all the way. It felt huge, but I liked how it filled me and stretched me. I hugged him tightly and clamped my legs around him.

Grunting, he tried to push himself off me.

For about two seconds.

Then, with a moan, he kissed me and shoved his tongue into my mouth and jammed a hand in between us and grabbed one of my breasts and thrust at me with his hips and throbbed deep inside me, spurting.

“So much for condoms,” I whispered.

I held him hard against me.

The moment he finished pumping, though, he started to struggle so I let him go. He didn’t have any mattress under his knees. As he squirmed backward, he no sooner got out of me than he slid off the edge of the bed.

Raising my head, I found Murphy on his knees. He was red and gasping, and had a dazed look in his eyes.

He still had his glasses on and they’d gotten knocked crooked.

I gave him a cheerful smile.

“That was a…lousy trick,” he said.

“I thought it was a good trick. Hell, so did you. You loved it. You went nuts.”