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She caught his gaze in the mirror and grinned. “You lost?” she teased.
He didn’t answer; he didn’t know what to say, anyway. Weeks of talking to Brenda hadn’t led anywhere. This wasn’t a relationship, he reminded himself. This was purely mercenary. As his body filled with lust, his mind became surprisingly calm. He’d obviously put too much pressure on himself to find a girl who’d overlook his handicap. All along he should’ve just been looking for girls who didn’t need to know.
He strode up to her and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her back into him. If she had any doubts about why he was there, surely his hard on pressing into her ass made it clear. With his free hand, he swept her long, blonde hair off her shoulder and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. She giggled and pushed back against him. “Nice to meet you, too,” she said.
Easy’s hands skimmed over her tank top and he cupped her breasts in both hands. The material was thin, so was her bra and her nipples jutted into his palms.
“Oh, God,” she whispered as he pinched them, gently rolling them between his fingers. He bit her neck, just enough to sting, and she arched her back, filling his hands.
“You smell good,” he lied. She smelled like onions and fries, which made sense. She did feel good, though, and he figured that was all that really mattered. And she was into him, which was the other catch. She’d certainly do, he thought to himself and let go of one breast. Slowly he ran his hand back down her stomach, making it clear where he was headed next. If she was going to object, she might as well do it now, so he could give up and find someone else.
He felt her take a deep breath, but the command to stop hadn’t come yet. Ever the gentleman his mother raised, he refrained from shoving his hand straight into her shorts. Instead he cupped her pussy through the denim and started rubbing. She was warm and obviously not inclined to stop him since she was now grinding on his hand. In the mirror he saw that her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted and cheeks flushed pink to match her shirt. Easy smiled to himself in the polished glass- like shooting fish in a barrel.
He popped the button on her shorts and ran one finger under the waistband of her cotton panties. They were cheap, and the elastic was worn. He ignored it and tugged on them. As he pushed her shorts down over her hips, she paused. For a moment, he thought she was finally going to stop him, but instead she said, “Is the door locked?”
“It’s fine,” he replied. Not quite a lie, he figured. It was fine as far as he was concerned.
He ran his fingers down her ass, which was as smooth, white, and tattoo free as the day she was born. He pushed his hand between her legs from behind and felt her soft curls. He squeezed and pinched and rubbed her folds, slicking up her entrance with his fingertips with one hand as he unbuttoned his own fly with the other. His cock was pulsing behind his zipper.
She wiggled against his hand while clasping the sides of the cracked porcelain sink with her own. He took a condom out of his pocket and nearly dropped it onto the gritty floor. He was glad she was facing away and couldn’t see how badly his hands were shaking now. He preferred to think it was pure need that had him feeling light-headed and jangly. He wasn’t afraid of a piece of pussy in a dirty bathroom; that was for sure.
He rolled the condom down his shaft, wincing at the tight feel. It had been a long time since he’d worn one. He moved behind her, spanned one of her bare hips with his hand, and guided his cock to her entrance with the other. Fuck, she was wet, seeping juice onto his fingertips as he parted her. With one thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep.
They both cried out at the same time, he from desperation and she because, well fuck, he realized, she was tight as hell and clamped down around him like a velvet fist. Her cunt fought the sudden invasion despite being well-prepared. He withdrew and shoved in it in, losing control of himself and the situation. He already felt the familiar heaviness in his lower belly, the tingle in his sac.
“Damn,” he half-cursed, half-gasped as he erupted into the latex that separated them. Even before the last of his cum spilled, he staggered back into the wall behind him. There was a sheen of sweat on his palms and his brow as he fought to catch his breath.
