Part I.
My
phone rang on the nightstand. It was 2am and my TV flickered a movie that I’d
memorized every line to. She was a blonde. She was short and wasn’t beautiful,
but I felt I deserved it.
“Hello?”
“Can I come over?” her voice finding a
casual composure.
I hesitated for a moment because I
understood that it will be another mistake but I had no arguments to stop
myself with.
“Sure.”
“I’ll be there in thirty,” she hung up
knowing I’d say nothing more.
I thought about the anticipation that
thirty minutes would leave me with. Maybe a silence that offered me an
imagination of what my night will follow. The TV went on and I zoned to the
darkness of her under me.
She knocked after twenty and saved me from
my anxieties. I walked to the door, opened it, and found her back turned away.
She turned around shyly; playing with her blonde strands loose from whatever
day she’s had.
“Hi,” I managed and began a smile that
suggested nothing.
She smiled in return and proceeded inside
my house. It only took her a few steps into my living room till she slowed and
paused to what I assumed were her own anticipation for regrets. She turned to
me and smiled anyway.
I was awkward and lacked any initiative.
Then I wished she knew what to do with me so I can follow on what to do with
her.
“I was just watching a movie.”
“In your room?”
“Yes,” so I played that opportunity to head
to my room and she followed behind me, clutching on the purse on her shoulder
and finding more smiles in her to offer me.
We were childish.
We were amateurs.
I thought about offering her a drink but we
were already in my room and she was already sitting on my bed, waiting for me
to make my advances. But I didn’t. I sat beside her and the bed moved with our
tension. I felt immovable for a moment as I tried to face her.
Shit.
We had nothing to say and she knew that.
She giggled then leaned into me for a kiss. It was slow and intent. I kissed
her back urgently for a second then I stretched for the lamp on my nightstand
and clicked it off.
The darkness found us naked and insignificantly
less tense. We took our clothes off as we kissed. I was easing into excitement
and began to act more myself. She was smiling in between kisses, excited to
finally have what she’s wanted from me.
Under the sheets, we slid against each
other. I threw the pillows on the floor and realized I’d left the TV on. I
thought about turning it off but it meant it would only be her and me. So I
left it on and took comfort in its background, knowing I’d remember which lines
would distract me from all this.
We were only kissing, her hands on my cock
as her mouth began to move sloppily against mine. She was sucking on my neck
and moving downwards. On top of me, with the sheets sliding off her back, she
was frantic. She found me down there, risen to her mouth all over me. Then for
a while I laid back and watched her head bob in front of the movie that I
memorized so well.
She went up for air and I reached into my
nightstand, fishing for a condom. Before I could open it, she took it out of my
hand.
“It’s OK, I got the shot.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, but if you get pregnant I’ll have
to punch you in the face.”
She laughed not knowing how inconspicuously
sincere I tend to be.
We kissed again and she threw the condom on
the floor next to the pillows. Immediately, she rode me. She was on a mission,
hair a mess and faces of no avail. My hands were on her hips, gripping to the
sight of her tits bouncing in front of me, completely blocking my movie now.
Panting and moaning, she rode till we began
to sweat. She was consistent and persistent, eager for me to come. I simply let
her fuck me, let her do what she wanted to do with me, let her be who she
needed to be. Her version of a breather was leaning to me for a kiss while she
grinded slowly. Heavy breaths, a grind, and my hands grabbing on to her ass.
I came, eventually, and she slowed to a
halt then rolled over beside me. If she finished, it was none of my concerns.
My movie was over and the credits lined up. Pillowless, we both stared up at my
ceiling and panted together. I heard her mouth pull back a smile so I thought
it appropriate to pull back a smile as well.
She got up and flipped her head left and
right for her clothes. She was feeling through the darkness so I reached for my
lamp again and turned it on. The light brought back our tension and she was
pulling on her clothes. I sat up and tried not to watch her bare back as she
fought with her jeans. Then her shirt was on and I slid off the bed to put on
my shorts and a shirt. She turned to me and smiled to tell me she was ready to
go.
We walked out of my room and through my
house with the forgettable satisfaction of the night. She kissed me under the
doorway, a quick thank you kiss or whatever she wanted to leave me with. Again
she smiled but I was tired and out of smiles so I closed the door behind her
then walked back to my room where I restarted my movie and waited for sleep.
