She hopped out before I could open her door and followed me inside. Luckily, my brothers were out for the night and there was no one to disturb us. They would definitely have something to say about me bringing a woman home since I was so picky with my selections. And Katherine definitely wasn’t a woman I normally brought home.
Her hips swayed from side to side as she headed for the stairs and turned back to me tauntingly. I swallowed hard, trying to restrain myself from taking her on the stairs. I stumbled up after her and pushed her toward my door, slamming it behind me. I stripped her of her clothes and got mine off in record time. She jumped up into my arms and wrapped herself around me. I stumbled back, trying to balance us, but then overcorrected and sent us flying toward the bed.
We bounced off the edge and fell to the floor, her straddling my hips and grinding against me without even registering that we just fell off the bed. Her juices rubbed against my cock and before I could think about it, I was inside her and she was riding me hard. Fuck, she felt amazing. Her moans filled the room and it took every single memory of me and my brothers to keep from blowing inside her within a minute.
When I finally had myself under control, I rolled her over and took her hard. I felt like a deranged psycho going in for the latest kill. I had to have her. I needed to make her mine now. I had never let loose like this before. I was always the responsible brother that took a woman out on at least three dates before taking her home. This was so unlike me, but exactly what I needed right now.
I took her twice more that night and then fell back on the sweaty sheets with her laying on the other side of the bed. I shouldn’t let her stay. I didn’t even fucking know her, but she was already dead to the world. I rolled over and passed out, wondering why the hell I allowed myself to drink so much.
The next morning, the sun shone brightly in my eyes, blinding me and letting me know that I had definitely missed my wakeup call and would be late for work. I threw the covers off, my head pounding and my stomach revolting. I was never drinking like that again. I stood and made my way to the bathroom, doing a double take when I saw a feminine foot sticking out of the covers. I leaned in close to examine it, as if I was seeing things. Her toe nails were painted a sparkly pink. I blinked several times, sure that I was imagining things, but the foot was still there.
I shook my head and looked up by the pillow. The woman from last night was most definitely in my bed. That hadn’t been a dream, which meant the sex was very real also. I went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face and took a shower to wash the stench of sex off of me. I toweled off and saw that she was still sleeping in my bed. Not able to deal with her yet, I got dressed and went downstairs in search of coffee. Andrew was sitting at the kitchen table, doing something on his phone while Joe was making a smoothie of some kind. What ever happened to good ol’ bacon and eggs?
“Morning,” I mumbled as I poured myself some coffee.
“Morning. So, who’s the lucky lady?” Joe asked.
“Shut up.” I took a sip of coffee and cringed when he started the blender, making my head pound and my teeth clench painfully.
“Dude, it worked out?” Andrew said excitedly. “You brought what’s-her-face home?”
“She has a name, asshole.”
“I’m sure she does. I just don’t give a shit what it is. Thanks again for that, man. Her friend was quiche AF.” Andrew had a grin on his face that stretched a mile wide.
“She’s here?” Joe asked, intrigue in his expression.
“Oh, yeah,” Andrew grinned, holding his fist out for a fist bump, which Joe returned. “Upstairs in my room as we speak. She was so thirsty for me.”
“Just once, I wish that you would talk like a normal person. I can’t decipher what you’re saying this morning.”
“The friend was hot as fuck and she wanted my cock. Clear enough for you?”
“Crystal,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Oh, God.” I turned to see Katherine walking down the stairs, holding her head and wearing only my t-shirt, which barely covered her ass. I walked over to the coffee pot and poured her a cup, holding it out to her. She took a sip and then spit it out. “What is that?”
“Coffee.”
“I don’t drink coffee, remember?”
I searched my memory, but there were a lot of blank spots. I shook my head.
“We didn’t drink that much,” she said, sounding insulted.
“I only drink beer, so that was a lot for me.”
“Who are you guys?” she asked as she looked at my brothers. I quirked an eyebrow at Andrew who looked completely unfazed by all this.
“You know Andrew and this is my brother, Joe,” I pointed in Joe’s direction.
Andrew shook his head slightly as he assessed Katherine. “Nope. Not ringing any bells.” I rolled my eyes. Typical of Andrew to not recognize the woman he set me up with.
“Let me just eat some breakfast and then I’ll drop you at your car. Do you want some eggs?” I asked Katherine.
“Sure. Do you have any cream to put in that black gunk you call coffee?”
“Nope. We drink it black.”
“Savages,” she muttered under her breath.
“Morning, everyone!” A perky blonde walked down the stairs and over to Andrew, straddling his lap and giving him one of the dirtiest kisses I had ever seen. I rolled my eyes and waited for her and Katherine to say hi to each other. They didn’t really seem the type to be friends. The blonde looked like a slut and not all that bright. Katherine, while definitely more wild, for sure had more clothes on. Her face was free of makeup while the blonde looked like it was caked on her face.
The blonde came up for air and dismounted my brother. “Wow. Full house this morning. Are you going to introduce me, bae?”
Andrew gave her a strange look. “My brothers, Eric and Joe. You know her,” he pointed at Katherine. She tilted her head and seemed to search her memory, but shook her head.
“No, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sadie.”
“Kiki.”
“Wait,” I pointed between the two of them. “You two are friends. Andrew said that he brought the friend home.”
“No, I’ve never met her,” Katherine said in confusion.
“But, I was supposed to meet Sadie’s friend last night.”
“Oh, Bethany,” Sadie nodded. “Yeah, she took some other guy home.”
“If I wasn’t supposed to meet you,” I said to Katherine, “then who were you waiting for?”
“I was waiting for a blind date also. I just assumed you were him.”
“You didn’t get a name?” I asked incredulously.
“In case you didn’t notice, you didn’t know my name either,” she snapped back.
“That’s because my dipshit brother couldn’t remember your-her name. I just assumed when you introduced yourself as Kiki that you were the bimbo I was supposed to meet.”
“Bimbo? Is that what I am now? Strange, you weren’t calling me that last night when I was sucking your cock.”
Joe cleared his throat,” I think I’m gonna bounce. Way to go, Hunty,” he whispered as he left.
I shook my head. It was too early for this crap. I finished making breakfast and unloaded it on plates. Katherine ignored me as she ate quickly, almost as if she wanted to get away from me. Which was fine because I was regretting our little rendezvous also. We got in my truck and I started for her car. I was trying to think of how to say this nicely, but there really wasn’t a nice way of putting it.
“Look, last night was fun, but I don’t normally do that kind of thing.”
“What kind of thing?”
“Bring random women home from the bar. I usually date.”
“So, what made you do it last night?”
“Alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.”
“That’s such a cop out. If you didn’t want to have sex with me, you wouldn’t have taken me home. I’m pretty sure you were a willing participant in
what happened.”
“I’m not saying it was wrong, I’m just saying I don’t normally do that. It won’t be happening again.”
“Because you’re too uptight?”
“Because you’re not my type,” I snapped. I wasn’t uptight. I just did things a certain way and her way wasn’t my way.
“And what is your type? Some Martha Stewart wannabe?”
“No, just not the type that goes home with men she picks up in a bar after just meeting.”
“That’s so hypocritical. Did you ever think that that was my first time doing something like that?”
I hadn’t. It hadn’t even been a consideration. By the way things went last night, I just assumed that was something she did on a regular basis.
“Well, it wasn’t just that. You jumped into my arms when you saw me. You wrapped your legs around my waist! Who does that?”
“Oh, please. I had you pegged as soon as you walked over. The way you were looking around the bar in disgust, I knew you were too uptight to be in a place like that. I was messing with you.”
“Can we just forget about last night? It happened, but it’s not gonna again.”
“Whatever,” she huffed. We rode in silence the rest of the way to her car.
When she stepped out, she held the door for just a second. “See you around,” and then she was gone.
That was one night that I wouldn’t ever be repeating. Not only did I have a killer hangover, but I didn’t particularly like dealing with women that felt they had been slighted. When I took a woman out on a date, I always made sure that we were on the same page before things went further. One night stands were just messy.
Katherine
This was really irritating. It had been two weeks since my night with Eric, but he still crept into my thoughts, and I wasn’t sure why. He was rude and completely not my type, but the sex was good. I just wished I could remember more of it. The problem was, a lot of that night was a blur and I couldn’t be sure if I was remembering what actually happened or if I was just remembering what I wanted to happen.
The images that scrolled through my mind were downright indecent. I swore I could still feel his lips wrapped around my nipple and the feel of his hands on my ass, but it wasn’t crystal clear in my mind. More like something I really hoped was true. It was infuriating because in my mind, he was the best I’d ever had, and I couldn’t help but want more.
I knew that would never happen though. We were nothing alike. In fact, when I saw him in the bar, I knew that the date would be a dud, but I decided to make the best of it. I toyed with him because it was my night off and I was desperate for some fun. He had surprised me when he asked me to go home with him. I really hadn’t expected that. But then he was so stiff in the morning. It was like he couldn’t believe that he had allowed himself to have fun for one night.
“Sorry I’m late!” Chrissy said, rushing over to the bar table and tossing her ten gallon purse on top, sloshing my drink all over the place. I sopped up the mess with some napkins as she pulled off her jacket and shoved her hair out of her face. “You are not going to believe what happened to me today.”
“What?”
“So, I was getting ready to walk out the door when the hubby stopped me. Just came at me out of nowhere and totally attacked me. I felt like I was in one of those nature films where you watch the lion attack the lioness. You know where he mounts her and-“
“Yeah, I get the picture. And for all of us not having sex right now, this story really sucks.”
“Hey, you just have to find the right man. Like that guy you met at the bar. Whatever happened with him?”
“You mean the stiff?”
“You said he was good in bed.”
“He was. I think. I can’t really remember, but the point is, he was a complete asshole the next morning.”
“Was it because you stayed over? They always get pissed when you do that.”
“No, he didn’t seem to care. He even made me breakfast. In fact, most of the time he was a perfect gentleman. He just seemed to be pissed at himself for bringing me home.”
“What outfit did you wear?”
I rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t the outfit.”
“I’m just saying, sometimes you dress a little slutty when you’re feeling feisty. Maybe he just wasn’t into that look.”
“It wasn’t the outfit,” I stressed again.
“Alright,” she said, holding up her hand placatingly. “So, if it wasn’t the outfit, maybe it was the sex. Maybe you’re not as good as you think.”
I snorted. “Trust me, I’m that good.”
“But was it good with him?”
I squinted, trying to remember as I dug through what I thought were memories. “Okay, I can’t say for sure. I drank a lot and I’m not sure what was real and what wasn’t.”
“Well, there’s your answer. I’m sure the sex just wasn’t good enough. He realized it the next morning and didn’t want to tell you how bad the sex was.”
“But he made me breakfast and was pretty much a gentleman at the same time that he was an asshole. I’m not even sure how you pull that off.”
“So, he was being sensitive to your feelings. Was he at least hot?”
“Eh. I guess. I mean, I remember that he had nice eyes. I guess he was good-looking, but when I was being shoved out the door, I wasn’t exactly drooling over the guy.”
“Well, what was he like when you were on your date? You said he was stiff. In what way?”
“Just…he called me Katherine.”
She sucked in a breath, shaking her head. “Wow. That’s…talk about uptight.”
“I know,” I whisper-hissed. “And he told me that he doesn’t swallow. What kind of man expects blow jobs, but won’t reciprocate?”
“Amen, sister. If he’s not willing to lick my pussy and make me come all over his mouth, there’s no way that I’m putting his dick anywhere near my mouth.”
“We’re talking about before your husband, right?”
“Of course. Darren goes down on me at least three times a week.”
“Wow.”
“I taught him early. He knows what I expect in the bedroom and what my rules are if he expects head.”
I laughed a little. Leave it to Chrissy to have rules about giving head. “I’ve gotta hear this.”
“Well, first, if head is given, I expect him to give me the same. Second, he must shower first. There is no way I’m going down on him and his sweaty ball sack. Third, he has to be trimmed. There is nothing worse than going down on a man and getting hair stuck in my teeth, or worse, down my throat! I won’t gag on his cock, but I will gag if I have hair stuck in my throat.”
“Completely understandable.”
“Four, if he doesn’t come in five minutes, I’m allowed to stop and we just have regular sex. But I still expect him to go down on me.”
“You put a time limit on blow jobs?”
“Hey, my jaw starts to hurt, and trust me, I put in a lot of effort, so if he’s not coming right away, I know it’s because he needs more time. Besides, there’s only so much my knees can take. You know, I’m in my thirties.”
“You could always wear knee pads,” I smirked.
“Right, that would really be a turn on.”
“You could dress up as a volleyball player. Just tell him you’re into role play.”
“We already do role play, but I don’t want him fantasizing about teenage girls. That’s just gross.”
“Point taken.”
“You know, I think deep down, you’re finding reasons not to date this guy.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “He was the one that told me he never wanted to see me again.”
“Yeah, but I can tell that you wouldn’t have given him another chance anyway.”
“You don’t know that.”
“But see, I do know this about you. You date men that will always let you down. Maybe that’s why you don’t want this guy. He sounds responsible,
and maybe you don’t want to date a guy that’s responsible.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I scoffed, glancing away. I didn’t want to think that anything she was saying was true.
“You tend to date these guys that don’t expect a lot from you, and then you’re disappointed when they turn out to be losers.”
“They weren’t all losers.”
“Cigarette man?”
“He wasn’t a loser. He just smoked so damn much. I felt like I was suffocating just on his smell alone.”
“And Marcus?”
“He lived with his parents. Come on, any woman would think that guy was a loser. He was thirty-three!”
“But you knew that when you met him and you still went out with him! See! You like being disappointed by men!”
“That’s…” I scoffed, shaking my head slightly. “That’s-“
“Ridiculous?”
“Yes! Why would I want to be disappointed by men?”
“Well, I’m not Freud. I don’t have all the answers.”
I thought about what she said as she rambled on about the graphic sex she had just had. Was she right? Did I really choose losers? This was a small town and the surrounding towns were small also. It wasn’t like there were a lot of choices. But Eric was the exact opposite of a loser. He seemed very put together and if anything, too rigid. I’m sure to him I really did look like a slut. It was the one night that I had chosen to go out and have some fun, let my hair down and dress for fun. Had I actually known I was going to meet Eric, I wouldn’t have dressed like that.
He was so intense and serious. The bar was too dirty and I was dressed too slutty. He didn’t seem like he knew how to have any fun. Still, a man like him was probably a great catch. I shook off those thoughts. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like I was ever going to see him again. He made it perfectly clear that I was not his type and we would never go out again.
Eric
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