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We backed up toward the bed but stopped as I unbuttoned his shirt, threw it on the chair, and took his pants off. As I slid his jeans down, his huge erection bounced back and forth, now only restrained by his boxers. I stood up and looked at him as he pulled my dress up over my head and ran his palms over my naked breasts. My nipples were erect, and I could feel the heat between my legs as he pushed me down on the bed and pulled my panties off.
I laid down on the bed as he sat on his knees, spreading my legs apart and running his fingers through my folds. His fingers were warm, and my pussy was wet, and feelings of pleasure pulsated through me. I reached my hands over my head and sighed as he pushed two fingers inside of me and slid them in and out, making the heat in my stomach ignite into flames. I pulled my legs up and lifted my pelvis, moaning low as he caressed my pulsing nub. I looked up to find his eyes fixated on my face, the lust covering every inch of his skin. He began to move his fingers faster and faster, pushing me out of my own mind and into the ecstasy of it all. I grabbed onto the sheets above my head and took in a deep breath, already feeling the orgasm in my stomach begging for release. I had never felt something so amazing in my life. As his thumb circled around my clit, I arched my back and held my breath, feeling the explosion in my belly take over my whole body. I twisted and writhed against his hand, my body shaking from the feelings pulsing through my muscles.
Immediately, he pulled his fingers out and scooted forward, leaning back to grab his pants and pull a condom from his wallet. He tore the top of it off and pushed the condom over his cock, before turning back and lifting my ass in the air. He grasped his shaft at the base and pushed forward, groaning as he entered me. I could feel him slowly glide forward, filling me fully as he touched down into my skin. Our bodies collided, sending lust deep into my chest. I ground my hips hard against his, lifting my body up off the bed. He groaned as he grabbed my body and pushed and pulled with it, sinking his cock deep inside of me.
He pulled out and flipped me over on my stomach, bringing me to my knees before guiding his cock back into me. He grabbed my hips and slammed his body against mine, fueling the fire within us both. I reached out and grabbed the headboard, trying to steady the bed since it was making a lot of noise. He began to slow his movements, grasping my ass and digging his fingers into me. I could feel his cock bulging inside of me, and I slipped my fingers between my legs and began to rub my clit. At first, I moved with his rhythm, but as the heat in my belly increased, my fingers began to tap faster against my hard nub. As if that were a sign, he picked up his pace once again, this time fast, but not as hard. I could feel him become needier as he pushed deep into me, grasping my sides with every thrust. I spread my legs wider apart and rubbed my pussy in circles, gently grazing his shaft as it moved up and down inside of me.
Suddenly, as my legs began to shake, he turned me back over on my chest and put his hands on mine, moving my fingers as it caressed through the wetness. The way he moved his cock was unbelievable, and I could see the muscles in his arms and chest begin to tense as I moaned out, not caring how loud I was at that point. My body began to convulse, waves of the second orgasm flowing wildly through my body. As my juices exploded onto him, he grabbed my hips and dove deep inside of me, holding it there and closing his eyes. A low growl escaped his throat as his cock pulsed back at my pussy and exploded with his seed. His hips moved just slightly as he pushed into me, feeling the pleasure of coming mirror my orgasm.
For several moments, we were stuck in that position, unable to even breath from the ecstasy in our bodies. As our muscles began to relax, he let out a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking down at me in wonder. From the look on his face, I did a good job, and from the feeling in my chest, I hoped this was not just a one-night occurrence.
Chapter 3
Blaine
I woke up in my bed the next morning, wishing I was still lying next to Josie. I couldn’t get her off my mind, and after she walked me out and kissed me sweetly, I was pretty much done for. She had been so absolutely adorable while drunk, with her cute little quirks and the funny way that she pointed at me when she talked. She was completely different than any girl I’d ever hooked up with.
Normally, I went for the blonde bimbo with too much makeup and too much silicone. Josie was a natural beauty, with curves in all the right places, big beautiful natural breasts, and even after a drunken night and some really crazy sex, she looked hot as hell. I could still see her standing at her front door with messy hair and a sleepy face, leaning against the doorframe and smiling as I walked away. She was so different and so far out of my normal range of women, I couldn’t help but go against my normal routine and give her my number. I couldn’t bring myself to treat her like one of my normal hookups.
I sat up in the bed and ran my hands over my face, exhausted from how little sleep I’d gotten. However, after several hours of lying there, thinking about Josie, I figured I might as well get up and start my day. This girl was sweet, almost too sweet, and was the purest form of a woman I had met in a really long time, probably since my mother passed away. There was no way that I could put her in the same category as the other woman I’d been with. Josie was something special.
At the same time, I knew that I should make every effort to avoid her because I could already tell she was a threat to my normal, purposefully chaotic, lifestyle. She brought an order to things, just due to her presence. I sat there on the bed, thinking about how hot our sex had been, like we had known each other our whole lives. I read her body, and she read mine so easily. In fact, it had to have been one of the best orgasms I’d had in a really long time.
I knew there was no way that I was going to be able to move past this girl unless I just threw caution to the wind and went and saw her. I jumped out of bed and showered, knowing if I didn’t j
ust go do it, I would lose the nerve and talk myself out of it. Besides, it could have seriously been the whiskey and the atmosphere. There was a very good chance that I would get there and realize it was a fluke, and that in the light of day, my interest dwindled quickly. Sadly, it wasn’t the fear of walking away that was bothering me. It was the fear of not being able to let go.
I got ready as fast as possible and jumped in my car, replaying the GPS from the night before. As I crossed over into West Palm, I could immediately see how different everything was. Instead of bodegas and fancy shops were convenience stores and specialty shops. The houses were smaller, the yards were minuscule, and the public transportation seemed to be moving triple the speed that it did on my side of town. When I pulled into her neighborhood, I could really see the difference in where I grew up versus here. The houses were tiny, and the yards were littered with cars and mowers that had been abandoned because they were broken and useless, not because they were showpieces like my car at my father’s old estate.
Several people were walking out to get their mail, and others sat quietly on their porch, sipping their coffee. All of them waved or smiled at me as I passed. I nodded back to them, pleasantly surprised by the warmth of this community.
Where I grew up, nobody sat outside, and the people were so rich, they felt as if the world owed them something. They would never go out of their way to greet someone from the other side, and at best, their hospitality was cold and condescending. I now understood why people from West Palm didn’t venture off to Palm Beach very often. The looks on the old, rich women’s faces would be enough to keep me away.
I pulled up in front of Josie’s house, which looked a bit more worn down than I remembered from the night before. I could only hope I didn’t have the same thoughts about Josie when I saw her. I parked the car and slowly walked through the overgrown yard to the front door. I knocked hard, stepping to the side as heavy footsteps approached. The door opened, and I stared at an older man, wearing a wife beater and shorts, round in the middle, with barely any white hair left on his head.
“Hi, my name is Blaine,” I said. “I am here to see Josie.”
I reached my hand out and waited for his response. He looked at me strangely and peered down at my hand, finally taking it and shaking.
“Right,” he grumbled. “Carl, my name is Carl. I’ll go get her for you.”
I looked around the neighborhood for a second, watching as Carl shuffled toward the back of the house, leaving the front door wide open. I felt slightly awkward not understanding Josie’s father or what role he played in her life. I did remember her mentioning that she had to take care of him, so I figured there was something wrong with him. Most men his age, that I knew, were pushing just as hard as they had at the beginning of their career and not even thinking about retiring yet. I made sure to take notice but not pass judgment, as I didn’t really know the whole story. Anything could have happened, and I could be making assumptions that would really hurt my chances with Josie.
I stood there for a second, staring at the open door before shrugging and walking inside. I assumed that he had left the door open to invite me in. I took a few steps inside and turned, closing the door. I looked around the room, trying to piece together a bit more about Josie. The place was small but cozy, and I could tell it had something of a woman’s touch. The couch was new, the television was relatively new, and the computer on the desk in the back corner had all the bells and whistles. As far as aesthetics, the floors were clean, but I could tell the carpet had been there a long time. To the right was a doorway into the kitchen, and I could see the off-white and gold tile on the edges. There was definitely some seventies influence in everything, and I assumed the large gold painted frame holding a velvet picture of Elvis was Carl’s influence, more than it was hers.
In all reality, I didn’t care what the place looked like as long as Josie was here, safe, and happy to see me. I knew I was probably intruding, not having called or texted before I just showed up. My mother had always taught me not to do that, but I didn’t really think about it until I had pulled up out front. Her father walked back out but didn’t even look at me. He sat down at the old desk and waved the mouse around on the surface. On the screen was some sort of online poker game, and he looked pretty gruff. I could hear the fake shuffle of the cards, and then I jumped. Her old man let out a loud growl and a few choice curse words at the screen, and I assumed that he had found himself with a bad hand. I never quite understood how the online poker thing worked, but I knew that if I were going to play a game, I much preferred the casino. Maybe, if Josie and I saw each other more than once, I could take her father out to the casinos, and we could have a little bonding time. I still wasn’t sure how all that worked, since I had stayed relatively single for many years now.
I stood listening to the ticking of a clock that I couldn’t seem to find on any of the walls. The house smelled like a fresh shower and leftover breakfast, what I assumed most houses smelled like. I usually picked my breakfast up and rarely cooked at my place, but I could still remember what my house smelled like as a child when my mother would wake up early and cook us all breakfast. She loved cooking bacon, and we definitely loved eating it. I wondered many years later if it was because that was all she knew how to make.
I looked up out of my daze to see Josie walk around the corner. She was clutching a furry pink robe closed in front of her that had seen better days. On her feet, she wore matching fuzzy slippers, and the rose color matched her cheeks. Her hair was dripping wet, and she wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup. I assumed I had pulled her from her shower, and I realized maybe I should have called, after all. Then I wouldn’t have gotten to see her in her all-natural state, which was beyond breathtaking. She looked absolutely amazing, even more amazing than she did all done up at the bar the night before. She smiled at me and slapped her dad on the shoulder as she walked forward.
“Hey,” she said, confused. “It’s good to see you. Did I leave something in your car last night?”
“No,” I said, laughing. “I came to check on you. I figured with as much as you had to drink last night, you might feel pretty hungover.”
A smile spread across Josie’s face when she realized I wasn’t there for any reason other than to see her. She pulled her robe a little tighter and glanced back at her father, obviously not wanting to be too candid in front of him. I still couldn’t believe just how gorgeous this girl was in her all-natural state.
“Oh,” she said, laughing. “Yeah, I was hurting pretty good this morning. I couldn’t even remember what I had drunk, but my mouth tasted like juice and gummy bears, so I’m assuming the girls went shooter crazy. Nothing a few aspirin and some serious amounts of water couldn’t cure.”
