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ALEXIS, AKA THE AMATEUR DICK RIDER
No sane hip chick wouldever believe the romantic proclamations of a man enjoying an orgasm. That’s just common sense. I am super sensible, too. That’s why I don’t let most things bother me. Dead mom? No one lives forever. Loser dad? No one’s perfect. Growing up poor white trash in a town filled with similarly impoverished pale people? Blending in with the crowd makes hiding from the cops easier.
Everything has a positive spin if you choose to view the glass as half full. I’m too sensible to be distracted by emotion.
Yet, West says those three words with the same intense sincerity as when he talked about losing me for five years. He’s probably just swept up in the fun of this experience. I shouldn’t trust him. He’s perhaps the worst man ever. Just look at how handsome he is! That’s a sure sign he’s deceitful.
Soon, I wrap West in my arms after he comes hard inside me. He seems so vulnerable. I’m well aware of the tender male heart. Gary used to cry like a baby when his team lost a big game. Yes, men are very sensitive about the important things.
While West doesn’t cry, he does cling to me. I certainly won’t complain about being trapped in his powerful arms. Hell, I might be a little clingy myself, soaking in the warmth of the sun whose orbit I never want to leave.
“Was I too rough?” he asks as we chill in the wonderfully chilly room. “I feel like I started off careful but then went fricking wild at the end.”
“As someone with no sexual experience, I feel comfortable stating that was the best sex anyone’s ever had in the history of the world. So don’t doubt your skills.”
West smirks. “I want you to feel good.”
“Mission accomplished.”
“Are you cold?”
“No.”
“Are you hungry?”
“West, it’s okay. I don’t need anything,” I say and then add, “Well, I could use a little mood music as I bask in the afterglow of losing my cherry to a sexy biker.”
After finding a playlist on my phone, I rest on my back as my body enjoys the aftershocks of so many orgasms. A smile plants itself on my face and refuses to relent, even when West acts like I’m behaving oddly.
“What do people do after sex?” I ask as he rests on his side and makes circles around my belly button.
“Let’s pretend this is our home. We already live together. I’d love for you to be waiting for me naked when I get home from work.”
“What about my work?”
“Well, how long term is that really?”
Frowning, I ask, “Are you planning to get me fired?”
“Will you really want to engage with snot-nosed little monsters at Penny’s when you can hang out with our evil darlings at home?”
The idea of children makes me want to shit the bed. Rather than share this fear, I ask, “Will they really be evil?”
West considers my question. “I don’t think I was an evil child. I felt rambunctious at best and devious at worst. But never full-fledged evil.”
“I was an angelic child. Never stole from anyone.”
“What about those lemons you took from those house kids?”
“Well, that was more about teaching them charity and how to deal with business losses.”
West’s fingers move to my tits before I shoo them away. “Don’t get me revved up again. I need to enjoy this feeling before I endure your devastatingly perfect dick again.”
“It is pretty great,” he says and winks at his relaxed cock. “You get how we’re the real deal here, right?”
Studying him, I choose to be honest. “Not really, no.”
“Because you never get good shit or because I’m not trustworthy?”
