by Casey Truman
“What were you doing in Croatia?”
“Sampling the locals. Look Phillip, we have to talk, but there’s something I want to do first.”
As he stood there gaping at me, mouth open and glasses hanging halfway down his nose, I dropped my bag and coat onto the floor, stepped out of my shoes, and unbuttoned my pants.
“What are you doing?” he said, stepping back from me.
“Last time was all wrong,” I said. “I want to purge it, replace it with something a little more in keeping with the new me.”
I pulled my pants down, kicking them to one side, and began unbuttoning my blouse. Phillip was staring at me like I’d grown a second head, which in a way was true. I was a different person after all. The blouse went the way of the pants, and I raised my hands above my head, pulling my sports bra off in one sweeping motion. Sports bras were the only bras that made any sort of sense to me now. Anything more feminine and I looked like a twelve year old playing dress up. With a single final motion I pulled my panties down and took a step towards Phillip, naked.
He was looking at me like he didn’t know what to make of me or what to do with me, and I guessed that both were true, but his body knew, as evidenced by the growing cock visible in his pants.
“Stand still,” I said, before grabbing a pillow off the bed, dropping it onto the floor next to him, and falling to my knees. I’d learned only a few days ago that it got really uncomfortable kneeling on the floor when giving a guy a blow job if you didn’t have something soft to kneel on. They never show you that in porn movies, but then most porn movies were made by men, and the care and well being of women’s knees didn’t appear to be their top priority.
I unzipped his pants and shoved my right hand into the hole, searching for the cock that I knew was growing in there somewhere. When I pulled it out, holding it firmly in my small fist, Phillip groaned a little and looked about to complain, but before he could say anything I lowered my mouth over it, allowing it entry into my warm, wet mouth. I sucked him off, using the limited techniques I’d picked up from Goran and learned from Parker at one of our girls-only nights during the week. I was far from being an expert, and expected to improve very quickly, but I was guessing that Phillip, despite the fumbling fuck of New Year’s Eve, was just as much of an amateur.
It didn’t take long until I noticed the build up of tension that signified an imminent mess was about to be made, so I stopped what I was doing, jumped up and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Why are you stopping?” he panted. “I was about to...”
“I know what you were about to do. You’ve done it before, remember?” He blushed as I spoke of the encounter he had probably planned to forget. I leaned back onto my elbows and lifted my legs off the floor, opening my thighs in the process, exposing my pussy to him.
“You’ve never seen this before,” I said, a seductive tone entering my voice. “Have you?”
“Seen what?”
“My pussy.”
“Last week, I...”
“On New Year’s Eve you saw my bum and you fingered my pussy, before fucking me from behind. Now I want you to fuck me again, only from the front this time. While you look at me.”
This was a me he’d never seen before. I was determined and almost aggressive. I knew what I wanted, and I knew that I was beautiful and desirable.
“But, Mum is downstairs,” he said, a pleading and uncertain tone entering his voice.
“She was downstairs last time too. Come on, you know you want to,” I said, stretching one foot out and sliding it up his leg until it reached his cock.
Phillip was looking at me like he’d never seen me before, and he hadn’t. Not like this at least. His cock was still hard, and he hurried over to me, stepping in between my legs, and squatting a little so that he could reach my opening.
“Push it in, Phillip,” I said. “Sink it in all the way, as hard as you can.”
He did as he was told, a look of ecstasy on his face.
“Now look at me,” I said, my voice clear and confident, “and say my name when you fuck me.”
“Clara,” he said, thrusting deep into my moist wetness. He was aggressive and frantic in his haste to get what he wanted, just like a teenager who’d never had sex before, all grunting and thrusting and grabbing. But each time he pushed inside me he panted my name, and I made him look at my face as he had me. There was no comparison with the calm, passionate competence of Goran, but I wanted to wash away that first time up against the door, take back control of my sex life and my body. He came inside me, shooting his cum deep into me again and again until he was drained, exhausted from the effort and the strangeness of it all.
When he was finished he looked as if he wanted to curl up on top of me and fall asleep in my arms, but I didn’t want that. I had what I came for, and it was time to move on. I slipped off the bed and walked to my bag, bending over to retrieve a handful of tissues which I used to wipe my thighs and pussy.
“You need to move out of your Mother’s house, Phillip,” I said as I dressed myself. “Give her a chance to find a life of her own, maybe even a husband.”
“What? But she likes me living here,” he said, the confusion evident in his voice.
I continued as if he hadn’t said anything, “And you need to learn how to live on your own. You know—learn how the grownups live, go on dates, meet new people, step outside of your cosy comfort zone.”
“You’re different,” he said. “Did something happen?”
“We won’t be seeing each other anymore, Phillip.”
“But we just... Is there somebody else?”
“Yes, Phillip. There is somebody else. Somebody very, very new and very, very different.” He was lying on one side looking as if someone had just kicked his puppy, so I walked over to the bed, bent my head and kissed his cheek.
“Goodbye Phillip.” And I walked out.
Oh, I could have stayed longer, had a more serious chat about everything, but it wouldn’t have made a difference. Shock tactics had woke me from a thirty one year slumber; maybe they would do the same for Phillip. And I had arranged to meet Parker at a bar in Soho at eight thirty—so I had just enough time to rush home and change.
It was going to be a great night.