“What?” I look down at my desperate cock. “A condom?”
“No, you’re on the bottom with that.” She gets up and pushes me onto the bed on my back. I climb up onto the pillows as she kicks off her shoes and pulls her underwear off. She climbs up onto the bed with me, letting me pull her into my arms. But she doesn’t let me get on top of her again. She climbs into my lap and slowly eases herself onto my cock. She takes the head, doing mini pumps before she takes a little more.
I’m vibrating with the need to fuck her but she needs a minute. She lifts and lowers, adjusting until I’m buried to my balls in her. She’s sitting on my lap, tense and ready to move, but she doesn’t. Her eyes meet mine and I have to stare.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper. She flinches and I see it was the wrong thing to say so I recover with something less personal, “Can I fuck you now?”
The playful grin comes back and she bites her lip.
Scooping her into my lap, I get up and lay her on her back. The smell of cherries and her is everywhere when I bury my face in her neck and slowly start to thrust again. Her breaths are gasps but she’s taking me, all of me. I let it go for a few minutes of playful fucking before I pound her once. She moans and rotates her hips like she did when it was my face there.
I lean back, dragging her to me and putting her calves on my shoulders as I lift her butt and grasp her hips. She’s lying there, spread out and beautiful as I pump into her, making her breasts bounce with the rhythm of our fucking.
My grip tightens as my thrusts become faster. I’m fucking her hard now and she’s crying out, chanting, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” She contorts a bit, clinging to my body as her orgasm hits and she forces me to fuck her at a particular angle. As she comes, her body clutches mine, squeezing my cock.
The ecstasy builds with that movement and I let it unleash. I couldn’t hold it back if I wanted to. I come so hard my entire body tenses and cramps as I pound into her until there’s nothing left but small twitches.
She wraps her legs around me, pinning me to her so we are frozen with my hard, yet slightly dying cock inside her.
We’re both gasping for breath, but she doesn’t want me to move as her body clings to mine.
When she’s done shuddering, she releases me. I roll to the side and try to gather my thoughts but my mind reels with the insane outcome.
She turns and sighs. “I needed that. Thanks.” She closes her eyes, not showering or peeing or anything. She passes out. It’s weird and sudden and I feel used.
I don’t know what to do.
She’s sleeping.
I guess she’s staying. I pull the covers up over her before I clean myself up and come back to bed to stare at her.
I fall asleep with the image of her face burned into my mind and the smell of cherries in my nose.
It’s the last way I imagined the night would end, but it’s the best possible outcome.
17 Round two
Sunday, June 18
Jenny
My thirst and cotton mouth are the first things I notice.
The obvious insane amount of sex my body has had is the next.
Memories flash in my mind. I wish we were drunk enough that I might be able to forget at least some of the humiliating details.
But no, the night is crystal clear, including me asking Lawrence Eckelston for a fuck. I said “fuck.” Drunk drummer Jenny asked for a fuck.
God kill me now.
This is why I wasn’t allowed to stay in the band or why I don’t talk about it. Banging Josh’s best friend all summer because the drums got me hot was apparently not cool.
And here I am again. Asking for a fuck.
My cheeks burn with humiliation, but I’m still too stunned to completely understand how I thought it was okay to say that to him.
The warmth from his side of the bed and the sound of him breathing sends stabbing pains into my stomach. With trembling fingers and the worst sensation of anxiety I’ve had in a long time, I lift the covers to what I expect to find. Nothing. I’m naked.
Without moving too much, I scan the dimly lit room, seeing our clothes in a disarray of scattered fabric. Each piece invokes a clear memory of the moment it left his body or mine. The remains of his shirt is extra embarrassing. I ripped it from him like an animal, spewing buttons across the room. My breath is shaky as I tense and slide from the bed, leaving the sheets and blankets behind and risking being naked in front of him. I’m not bashful about nudity, but I’m unsure what my body looks like after the insanity of what happened. Searching for my dress, it takes me a second to recall stripping as I drove the golf cart.
“Oh my God,” I whisper and hurry to the bathroom to steal one of his thick towels, avoiding my reflection. As I pass the door to my room, the door that I should’ve been smart enough to unlock last night, I cringe. But that isn’t the case. Tiptoeing to my shoes and bra, I abandon my underwear and creep to his door.
His breath remains even when I turn the handle and pull so slowly it adds suspense. It’s hardly open enough for me to slip through but I do, closing the door the second I’m out. Pressing my back against it, I take a deep breath before scurrying like a college kid from his porch to my own.
Fortunately, it’s early and no one else is up.
When I reach the door, I realize the key card is in
