by Fox, Harley
“Oh,” Trista says. “Yeah. It was great meeting you too.”
“Hey, you should come around here more often,” says Alyssa. “You’re cool.”
“Thanks. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
“Bye, Flynn.” Alyssa gives me a look, then descends the few steps as she and the rest leave, the others waving goodbye to the both of us.
“Wow,” Trista says when they’re gone. She’s looking around the bar. “I didn’t realize so many people had left. What time is it?”
Oh no, please don’t say you have to go. Still, I pull out my cell phone and look at the time. I feel my eyebrows raise.
“It’s about a quarter to four,” I say, and when I look at Trista she tilts her head.
“Damn,” she says, and she looks up at me. She looks like she’s sorry. “I think I have to go.”
No. No!
“Right, yeah,” I say to her. “Gotta get up early to jack all those car stereos.”
She lets out a laugh.
“Yeah, something like that.”
I put my pool cue down on the table and Trista does the same. We’re looking at each other … indeed, I feel like I can’t stop looking at her.
“Well,” I say to her. “I guess I’ll see you around sometime.”
“Yeah,” she says, and just as I put my hand out to shake hers she opens her arms, taking a step toward me. We both falter, and now I feel like an idiot. We laugh, awkwardly chuckle, and after a small, strange dance our arms both open and we pull each other in for a hug, her head nestling against my chest.
Jesus Christ, my heart is pounding, I think, feeling it hammer against my ribs. I’ll bet she can hear it. She must think I’m an idiot.
Trista and I hold our hug. She smells amazing, feels amazing. I lower my head down and find my nose buried in her mess of red hair. As I take in a slow breath, drinking her in, I feel her head shift, tilting up.
I’m in high school again. I’m having my first slow dance. Trista feels so good in my arms, I don’t want to let her go. Her hair disappears from my lips and nose and is replaced by soft skin. Her forehead, and then her cheek. My eyes are closed. I don’t remember closing them. I can hear her soft breath, feel the warmth of it against my lips.
And then they’re there, the soft fullness of them, and I’m swept away. She’s kissing me, we’re kissing, and it’s like nothing else I’ve experienced before.
I feel Trista breathe out through her nose as our lips begin to dance together. It’s like the world around us has disappeared and all I can feel, all I can taste and smell and experience, is her.
Floods of desperate emotion come over me and I grab onto her, my fingers tightening against the soft leather that covers her body. I pull her closer to me, her lips pressing harder up into mine. Trista makes a small noise in her throat and I respond by parting my lips, pushing my tongue out, meeting it with hers.
They dance together and down below, inside of my jeans, I feel myself begin to stir. But it’s something other than what I’ve felt before. It’s not a game this time, nor a way to provide release. This time it’s a need. A desire. As though hot fingers are reaching out from inside of me I slide my hand down to the bottom of Trista’s jacket, to the firm roundness of her ass, and I grab it, squeezing, pulling her into me, into my hardness, where I know she can feel it against her.
I hear the sweet sound of air being sucked in through her nose and she doesn’t pull away, doesn’t try to end this.
Good.
My kisses leave her lips and I travel them down, down to the side of her neck. Trista lifts her head, allows me access, and I take it. I find the soft skin of her throat and latch myself to it, sucking greedily there, wishing to both give pleasure as well as take it. Her hands are around me and I feel them pull. Hot gasps are being sucked in through her mouth and knowing that I’m giving her pleasure only turns me on more.
My cock is hard as steel now and I can feel the throb, the incredible tension inside of me, wanting, needing her. I want to fuck her, right here and now. But the tiniest bit of logic that’s left in my brain clears its throat and reminds me that we’re standing beside the pool table in the middle of the open bar.
So I pull myself back, detaching my mouth from her throat, and when I look in her face I see a mix of desperation and disappointment. Her eyes open and we look at each other and already I’m lost in those deep, green pools.
“Trista,” I say, surprised at how breathy my voice is, how deep it is. “I want you.”
She gasps, a shuddering sound. She looks scared, if only for a moment, but then she leans up and kisses me again, locking her lips to mine. When she breaks it off it’s only to bring her lips to my ear.
“I want you too,” she whispers, and I could come in my pants.
Instead I control myself and let go of her ass, grab her hand, and turn to lead us away.
Marla’s been watching us this whole time—how could she not, we’re two of less than a dozen people in here—and raises an eyebrow as I make my way to the bathrooms.
I look at her but don’t say anything, and then I look away. We reach the door and I push through, then into the men’s bathroom, the small tiled room with one sink, two urinals, and one stall. I choose the stall.
Pulling Trista in after me, I push the door closed and then push her up against it, planting my lips onto hers once again. Trista kisses me back and the filthy smell of piss and soap and urinal cakes fills my nostrils but I don’t care, I want her, I need her, and it has to be right now.
The stall walls moan and creak as Trista and I grab onto each other, our hands searching all over each other’s bodies. It feels good to be touched by her, and she feels incredible, even over her clothes.
I slip my hands between her jacket and shirt, feeling the soft curves of her body, the layer of womanly muscle underneath. Up along her sides and then I find her breasts, clad in a bra. Trista gasps through her nose and I feel my cock straining at the sound. With the experience of many years I slide a hand around her back and quickly undo her bra through her shirt. It goes loose and I bring the hand back, then wiggle my fingers underneath the cup, pushing it up over her beautiful breasts.
The soft roundness feels incredible against my hands, and her nipples are already hard, poking out against the thin fabric of her shirt. Trista moans as I grab onto her. Our mouths move hurriedly together, our tongues lashing out, desperate for one more kiss, just one more.
I feel her hands land on my stomach, move up to my chest. Her fingers squeeze and claw at me, and she breathes heavily through her nose as they slide back down, down past my abs, down to the front of my jeans where they cup over my throbbing cock.
I feel her gasp and my mouth drops down to her neck again. She’s pushed back against the door and the toilet stall groans in protest. Trista rubs me over my jeans and I take one hand down off of her breast, past her stomach to where her shirt has ridden up a little, and then do the same to her, latching onto her pussy over the top of her jeans.
She gasps, louder now, as I push into her. My fingers find the clasp of her belt, the button and zipper of her jeans, and then I’m in, sliding down underneath the elastic band of her panties, past her trimmed pubic hair only to feel her warm and soaking-wet pussy happily greet me.
This time Trista doesn’t gasp, she moans. A long, deep sound that, combined with the feeling of her in my hand and her rubbing my cock, makes me almost explode. But I hold myself back. I don’t want to come just yet. I slide my fingers between her swollen pussy lips, feel her slickness, cover my hand in her incredible juices.
I curl my fingers up and slip them just inside of her. She clenches, I can feel her muscles pulling at me, and then I plant my hand over her, feeling my palm cover her clit, rubbing all of her at once and suddenly she’s bucking, moaning next to my ear.
My head lifts up and we’re kissing again as I guide her along with my hand. She feels incredible against my fingers and she’s grabbing onto my cock, bucking
her hips, moaning against my lips and through her nose and all I can hear and feel and taste is her.
She tightens around my fingers and I keep going. She pushes her lips into mine so hard that it hurts and I keep going. I hear her moans coming out, longer now, with more need. Still I keep going, I keep moving my hand, dipping into her, keeping that pressure on her clit the entire time until finally her moans rise up into almost a cry and she seizes against me, holding me, her pussy tightening almost painfully around me. We keep kissing as she comes hard against my hand, and when she’s finally done, that’s when I take my hand out of her pants.
Trista is gasping for breath, panting heavily. I rub my fingers together and they feel slick with her juices. My cock is so hard it’s ready to burst, but I pull away from our kiss and open my eyes and Trista looks flushed, out of breath. She opens her eyes too and I bring my hand up, look at it. It’s shiny and wet and she smells so amazing on it. Opening my lips, I put two fingers in, tasting her, sucking her sweet juices off of me. Trista watches this all, breathless, and then I take my fingers out of my mouth and offer them to her and she accepts it, her lips and tongue moving over me as she tastes herself. Our eyes are locked this entire time and when I pull my hand away we kiss once more and I can still taste her, can still smell her. She’s everywhere, she’s all around me. This is absolutely incredible.
I grab onto Trista again and her hand, still covering my cock, begins to rub me once more. This time she uses both hands to undo my belt, the sound of metal on metal jingling in my ears. I feel her unzip my pants and reach in, inside my boxers, and then she’s there, she’s grabbing onto me, taking me out of my pants and into the cool air of the world.
Trista pulls herself back and looks down at the thing in her hands and I see her eyes widen. Everybody’s does. No girl expects me to be as big as I am, but there it is. She could wrap both hands around it, side by side, and still it wouldn’t cover the length of it. I watch her as she watches her hands. I see her take in shuddering breaths, see the awe and hunger in her eyes. She swallows, and that need, that carnal desire flows into me. I reach up and slide a hand around the back of Trista’s head, making her look up into me. My lips latch onto hers one more time, and then I’m spinning her around, pushing her against the bathroom stall door, and she lets out a grunt as she hits it.
Her hand temporarily lets go of my cock when I spin her around, but she reaches behind her, grabs onto it once again. I hook my fingers into both sides of her jeans and panties and shuffle them down, down to her thighs. Her beautiful ass is revealed to me and, just below it, the glowing pink mound of her pussy as she sticks herself out toward me. It’s all I can do to stop myself from sliding into her here and now, but first I reach into my pocket, take out a condom, rip it open, and roll it out over my cock.
Trista’s hands are still clamoring for my hardness, but I take them away, step up closer to her, guide myself to the space between her legs. I feel the tip of myself touch her and she moans, simultaneously freezing and aching to push herself back. I feel the desire in her, flowing between us like a liquid. Holding onto her sides, I tighten my grip and slowly slide myself in.
The silent gasp in Trista’s throat is the sound of pure ecstasy to me. She feels so incredible, so warm and wet and tight around me. When I’m in as far as I can go I begin to move, in and out, pumping slowly lest I explode inside of her right away.
Trista’s silence makes way for deep, breathy moans. She’s up against the stall door and her head is turned to the side, and I see her eyes close, her eyebrows belying the sensations she’s feeling. She tightens around me when I’m all the way in, and it feels like she’s pulling on me, drawing me further into her. I slide my hands up her body, slipping underneath her shirt this time, and along her smooth and warm skin, up to her two beautiful breasts.
I pull her closer to me, pull myself closer to her, and our bodies move faster together. Trista cries out as I plunge into her, and her body feels so soft, so wonderful against mine. I find myself craving her, wanting more, needing more of her with me.
My hands on her breasts hold and squeeze her. Trista’s nipples poke out like diamonds against them and I home in on them with my fingers. She shudders against me, gasping in between her cries of passion, so I do it again. I feel her tighten around me. My own breath is coming in short and shallow, and I feel an excitement course through me that I’ve never felt before. I’m smiling, desirous, watching her, feeling her all around me.
As we continue moving together I see her gasp more. One of my hands leaves her breast and I slide it up to her throat, curling around it. Trista cries out when I grab a hold of her, but she opens herself to me, allows me to hold her there. I drive faster into her and her lips part. I lean myself forward, curling my body around hers, and press my cheek against hers. She twists her head just a little bit more and our lips find one another’s, our bodies still connected, my cock still pushing up hard and fast into her pussy.
We kiss, our lips stumbling and tripping up together in between the gasps and moans on both of our parts. This feels absolutely incredible. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but I can’t seem to get enough of her. I feel her tighten hard around me and she pulls in a sharp, deep gasp. Our lips connect again and I start to pound into her, keeping her tight, making her moan and cry out through her nose.
I can feel myself start to rise. That pressure is building in me and I want it so badly, but I don’t want this to end. What lies beyond this moment together? What will my life be when I’m not with her? It seems like such a world doesn’t exist, and instead all that is and ever was is here, now, the two of us, together.
Trista moans longer and harder as I keep fucking her passionately. She reaches behind her and wraps a hand around my head, holding me, keeping me close as we rise up together. Her body is radiating heat and so is mine. Her pussy feels so wet and wonderful, her body feels so soft and inviting. Her breasts, her throat, her lips, her kiss. Everything about her only makes me want more. I can’t stop myself now. It’s going to happen soon.
I keep pounding into her and feel her tighten around my cock. Her lips open and she begins to cry out, starts moaning against me and I feel her shake, quiver, tremble against my own body. Her hips move in waves and her cries are coming on more intensely now. She rises up, and up, and inside I can feel myself fly right toward the edge.
And then, in an explosion that could end the world, the two of us fly off together and cry out as our orgasms rip our entire beings apart. I feel myself seize, every muscle tensing, my cock pulsing in thick waves as I explode inside of her. Trista practically screams, her body shaking and spasming next to mine, her neck muscles taut, her nipples hard as diamonds, her pussy squeezing over and over on top of me.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s everything I need. This woman and I ride on each other’s highs, we soar together and just keep coming, just keep flying into the starry majestic night.
And then it begins to subside, and my muscles start to relax and so do hers, and I feel her still trembling, but it’s a different sort of tremble this time. And my cock is still throbbing, still hard as a rock, but I pull myself out of her, take the condom off, drop it into the toilet behind me.
Trista is breathing hard. I loosen my grip on her neck but keep a hold on her, since it feels like she could collapse at any moment. My hand is still on her breast and I relish the feeling for just a moment longer before taking it off. When she spins around her face is flushed and her clothes are a mess, but I swear to God I’ve never seen a more beautiful person in my life.
But that … scares me. I have to swallow. I have to take a step back. Get my hands off of her, because if I don’t then I don’t know if I’ll ever want to let go.
I turn, looking away from her. Reaching down and grabbing a wad of toilet paper, I hand it to her blindly and she takes it. Then I grab some for myself and wipe off my cock, which is still hard, still betraying me by showing me my true feelings.
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br /> Dropping the toilet paper in the bowl next to the condom, I tuck myself away and wait, not looking, for Trista to dress herself. Inside my head is a battle of desires. On one hand I want to help her, I want to feel her again, and be with her. But on the other I keep myself grounded, remind myself of my rule, of the policy that’s kept me from getting hurt after all these years.
Once is enough.
That’s right. Keep your head about this. This was just a fuck, that’s all. Don’t make it out to be anything more than it is.
“Well,” comes Trista’s voice, and when I finally look at her she’s all dressed again. But the expression on her face … it’s not what I expected. It makes me think of how I’m trying to feel right now. “Um, I guess I should get going.”
I blink at her.
“Yeah,” I say, and something inside of me feels hollow. Was I the only one who felt that? “Yeah, we should go.”
So I step back to make room as Trista opens the stall door, and we leave it, walk out of the bathroom together, without saying anything, without speaking to one another.
When we step into the bar and head toward the front door, I look over at Marla and see her watching me again. She’s got a smirk on her face. A smirk that says, Way to go, player. You bagged another one. But I feel different now to how I would when I’d normally fuck some chick. I feel … different.
Trista leads the way to the door and opens it up. The sun is just cresting the horizon now and we walk out into brightening sunshine. When we’re both out she stops and turns to face me. We pause for a moment, and I feel like neither of us knows what to say.
“I guess I’ll see you around,” I finally tell her.
“Yeah,” she says.
Our eyes hold together and there’s something there—there is, I can feel it—but then she pulls her gaze from mine and a part of me is pulled away with it.
“Okay,” she says, not to me, to the ground. “Okay.”
And then she turns and walks to the side of the building, and I watch her go. She reaches the side of the building and turns to go around it, and for a fleeting moment I feel like she’s going to look back at me, but she doesn’t, and then she’s gone, headed to the back of the parking lot.