My body caught fire, spreading need and desire all the way down to my core and its most sensitive parts. I had never wanted something so much as I wanted this, needed this. He kissed me back deeply, his tongue parting my lips and exploring my mouth with just as much need and hunger as my own. My hands moved to his head, my fingers raking through his short hair, pulling him even closer as his large hands firmly gripped my waist leaving no distance between our bodies.
His tongue was driving me crazy as it played with my own, it was positively sinful. I needed more. I couldn’t take it anymore when his strong hands roamed my body, cupping my ass, I playfully pushed him back onto my bed. He fell back on to it, bouncing slightly as he went down. I pulled my dress over my head and threw it on the ground in one swift motion, never taking my eyes off him. I stood there in nothing but a matching lacy black underwear set, thankful that I’d chosen to wear sexy underwear today.
I could see the lust in his eyes as his mouth opened in awe. No one had ever looked at me like that, like I was a goddess, like I was the only thing that mattered. It not only gave me more courage to continue but it turned me the hell on. I slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on his lap so that I was straddling him. I could feel his massive erection through his jeans and my thin panties, making me hotter and my pussy wet and ready.
Bringing my hands to his face again, I kissed him slow and deep, savouring the taste of his mouth. That was all he needed to give into his hunger and devour my mouth with his. His firm hands kneaded my breasts through my lace bra, his thumbs brushing against my perky nipples. I moaned in delight, undoing his pants, needing to get rid of all barriers between us. He let me remove his pants and his boxers, lifting himself up so I could pull them free. This time my eyes widened as I caught sight of him. I think I even stopped breathing for a second when I saw the full length of him; he was huge and thick. I’d never seen such a huge cock, I thought they were just jokes or enhanced in pornos but this was real and suddenly I was terrified. How would it even fit? It was sure to hurt! As if reading my fear, he loosened his grip on me.
“Are you,” he started, his voice husky with desire. I cut him off, my hand feeling up and down his length. I wanted this. I yanked off my panties, watching the hunger in his eyes. He grabbed his wallet from his pants on the floor and pulled out a condom. I watched as he ripped it open, sliding it over his thick head and rolling it down his length in lightning speed. I positioned myself over him and slowly lowered myself on him, millimeter by millimeter. I cried out with gratification. I’d never felt anything like it before, there was a little pain from being so completely full but I couldn’t get enough of it. I pushed down slowly until he was completely inside me, filling me to the brim. I couldn’t help the scream that bubbled up from my throat. I had never been vocal with Chris. He didn’t like that but now I didn’t care and I was just giving into passion.
“You’re so wet,” he growled out in his thick accent, making me lose control. I rode him fast, shouting and screaming out in pure release. “You’re so tight,” he continued through clenched teeth. “You need to slow down,” he warned me, his voice husky, grabbing my ass to slow me down but I couldn’t. I was so close and I could feel he was too. He was going to come any second and it only fuelled me on.
Ignoring his grasp on my ass, I rode him faster and harder, getting him even deeper inside me.
“Yes! Yes!” I screamed, as I felt myself going over the edge and losing myself completely, at the same time I felt him pumping his load out, deep inside me. “Yes!” I cried, dropping down onto his chest. Wow! My whole body felt tingly from the pleasure I had just experienced. After a few moments of getting my breathing regulated, I slowly lifted myself off him. I felt empty without him inside me, as I lay down beside him on the bed. He pulled me closer as if to cuddle and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This wasn’t raw passion and hunger-driven sex anymore. No, it was intimate and I wasn’t ready for that again.
I quickly pulled away from his embrace and got up, snatching my dress off the floor, I hastily pulled it down to cover myself, and then I grabbed my panties and pulled them on as well. I looked back to the sexy man in my bed and realized I didn’t even know his name; I knew nothing about him. Realization of exactly what I’d just done fully engulfed me and I couldn’t stop the blush that came over my face as I watched him start to dress himself again.
Fully clothed, we both just stared at each other, neither one of us saying anything. Not knowing what to do, I walked to the door and unlocked it. Standing beside it I looked at him, feeling uncomfortable. He looked at me in shock, understanding my not-so-subtle hint and walked towards me.
“Thanks,” I said lamely, as I opened the door to let him out. I saw many things run through his eyes. He opened and closed his mouth as if to speak a few times, before just nodding his head and walking out the door. I closed the door behind him and went to sit down on my bed.
I was mortified by what I’d just done. I couldn’t believe it. Did I actually just do that! I Leah Parker, just had a one night stand. My first one night stand and with a man whose first name I didn’t even know, let alone his second. I’d never done anything like this before; hell, I’d only ever had sex with one guy in my entire life: Chris. I wasn’t one of those girls who did stuff like this. I wasn’t like Chelsea, sex meant something to me and here I was sitting in the bed where I’d just had sex with a complete stranger. And Chris! I can’t believe I did that to him! Well, I guess I shouldn’t care because he’d asked for the break and was clearly doing this to me but still the guilt ate at me. Even though I knew it shouldn’t.
What made me feel the guiltiest was the fact that I’d enjoyed every second of my lust filled sex rampage. I’d loved it, I’d never been so turned on or felt so connected to anyone in my life as I had been to that mystery man in that short time. I finally knew what it meant to feel pure unadulterated bliss and have a real orgasm, everything that I knew before shockingly paled in comparison.
I woke up to the sound of a door closing and slowly opened my eyes. I was shocked that it was still dark in the room and that Chelsea hadn’t left the blinds open last night after her before pre-bed smoke, a first for her in the last three weeks.
“Morning,” she said cheerfully. Which confused the hell out of me, she was never a morning person. I quickly grabbed my phone to check the time and it was seven a.m. Chelsea never woke up this early, what was happening to my world? It was like it had completely tilted over last night.
“Morning,” I replied groggily. “Did you get in late last night?” I asked her, trying to put everything together in my head.
“No girl,” she laughed, “I’m just getting in!” she said, winking. Well now, that made perfect sense, so it was only me that had gone crazy then. Great. She sat down at the foot of my bed, her golden shoulder length blonde hair messy from her wild night out and her eyes, big and red from the lack of sleep. She looked like a mess and I hoped now that we’d be going home today that she’d stop or calm down the gallivanting and reckless lifestyle she’d taken to lately.
“You have to pack, we leave today.” I told her, not letting her fall asleep in my bed. She groaned loudly in protest but got up anyway and went to pack her stuff. I watched as she scrambled to get all her belongings packed. They were strewn all over the room, and I couldn’t help but smile at how opposite we were. I’d had my bag packed since the day before and I always liked to keep everything neat and organized. I got up to help her pack her bag and picked up her clothes from the floor, folding them and putting them in her large suitcase. I had only brought a small carry-on for myself.
“Lee, last night I had the most amazing sex with this guy Garrett,” she gushed, as we packed her stuff away. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips, thinking about the mind-blowing sex I’d had last night, nothing could compare to what I’d experienced last night. Chelsea didn’t notice my smile; she was too wrapped up in what she was saying. Last night was my secret, o
ne I’d think about often and never forget.
THE FLIGHT BACK HOME TO Florida went by so fast, the whole trip really had, three weeks passed by in the blink of an eye. I couldn’t believe I was already back home after three weeks. Mom, Dad, and even my older sister Jackie, were all waiting for me at the airport. I hadn’t realized until that moment just how much I had missed them since I left.
“My baby!” Mom cried, pulling me into a huge hug and crying on my shoulder. “I missed you so much,” she continued, kissing my cheek as Dad joined in our hug.
“I missed you my girl,” Dad told me, tightening the hug.
“I missed you guys too!” I said, smiling in their crushing embrace. “It’s nice to be back home,” I told them, meaning every word of it.
The next few days flew by in a breeze and everything was returning to normal, or as normal as it could get with a cheating ex-boyfriend constantly calling you and leaving you messages. I’d been back to my apartment for three days and I already had two bouquets of red roses delivered to me from Chris, as well as about twenty missed calls and five messages in my voicemail. If I gave him any credit, it would be for being persistent. I looked at the red roses that I’d nearly thrown out twice now. Instead I’d put them in vases with water, just because I wasn’t interested in Chris, didn’t mean I should waste them. No, instead I’d just let him waste his money and his breath on me.
I looked around my small apartment; it wasn’t a big room; just enough space for a twin bed, a small desk and a dresser, with two small rooms branching off of it; one with a bathroom and one with a tiny kitchen. It was perfect for me and it fit my budget.
I was so thankful every day for my scholarship and bursaries, without them, none of this would be possible. There was a picture of Chris and I, in a picture frame that his Mom had given me for Christmas. It was a cute picture of us, he was holding me in his arms and looking into the camera with his perfect smile, ready and aware that someone was going to take a picture of us and I was looking up at him with a big silly smile, so in love with him. Well, I wasn’t anymore. My heart was shattered and surrounded by steel walls now.
A loud knock sounded at my door making me jump. I wasn’t expecting anyone but maybe it was Chelsea. She was always showing up unexpectedly, even more so now than before. I skipped to the door in my boxers and a little pink pajama top. What I didn’t expect was for it to be Chris standing there against my door frame, wearing a snug pair of jeans and tight grey shirt. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out, I didn’t know what to say to him, I hadn’t planned on speaking to him again. My plan was to ignore him and he’d just ruined that. I went to close my door again but he was faster, he put the palm of his hand against my door stopping me and walked right by me, into my apartment and sat on my bed. I followed him angrily and stood against the opposite wall with my arms crossed against my chest. He looked around the room. His eyes stopped when they fell on the vases of roses that he’d sent me. Another mistake on my part, I should have just thrown them out. Damn me and my hate to waste.
“Glad to see you’ve been getting them,” he said with a smug smile across his lips. I wanted to slap that smug smile off his lips and cut the dark brown hair that fell into his blue eyes. I used to find it cute but now I wanted to cut off his messy mop of hair, he looked like a bum.
“What do you want Chris?” I asked, frustrated by all of his bombardments.
“I want you Leah,” he said, balling his fists at his sides. “I want to talk to you, that’s what I’ve been trying to do for days,” he said exasperatedly, throwing his hands up.
“And I’ve been ignoring you because I clearly don’t want that. Any of that,” I told him defiantly. He groaned loudly in frustration.
“You won’t even give me a chance to talk, to explain,” he argued. Not exactly true; I’d heard all the messages he’d left me and I’d listened to them more than once.
“I’ve heard enough,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Lee, just listen to me,” he said, making no attempt to move from my bed. This time it was my turn to groan in defeat. He wasn’t going to leave and there was no way I’d be able to make him, short of calling security, which I really didn’t want to do. I put all my weight against the wall as I leaned into it, allowing it to hold me up but wishing it would swallow me whole. When I didn’t say anything back, Chris took his opportunity to speak.
“Lee, I love you,” he stated and I could tell some part of him meant that but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough, you didn’t do this to people you cared about, much less loved. I couldn’t let him continue, I’d heard enough and it didn’t make any difference to me.
“You cheated on me, Chris!” I shouted furiously. He jumped up from my bed and came to stand an inch from me.
“Lee, I made a mistake,” he started slowly, his voice calm. “But we were on a break and it wasn’t like I slept with her,” he said, his voice suddenly defensive. Now, I was feeling guilty for what I’d done and the mistake I’d made.
“I saw the pictures, Chris!” I said, almost shouting in his face. “Seriously though, the day before I was coming back!” I said even louder. This time he grabbed my hand, his fingers pushing me harder back into the wall and sinking into the skin on my arms.
“Leah,” he said slowly. “It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have even asked for a break but I was scared; we were getting so serious and I panicked. I’ve never done this before,” he said, letting go of me and brushing the hair out of his eyes. Neither had I but I didn’t ask for a break! I wanted to yell at him.
“The night before you came, I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to see you and tell you how much I wanted this. Wanted us,” he started, his voice cracking ever-so-slightly, catching me off-guard. I’d never seen Chris so emotional.
“Lloyd got me to go to that stupid party and I got shitfaced. Honestly, I don’t even remember most of the night,” he said, unable to hold my gaze. “One second this girl starts talking to me and then she’s attacking me. I pushed her away but she kept coming at me, I’ll admit I kissed her back but then I stopped. I knew it was wrong and she wasn’t you.” It was hard for me to listen to but I needed to hear it. “I love you. Please just give me another chance.” he begged. I looked at him, straight into those blue eyes that I used to think were the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. I thought about everything he was saying and realized how similar what I’d done was to him, actually it was worse. I couldn’t help but forgive him, we’d both messed up.
“Okay Chris,” I said flatly. His eyes grew in anticipation. “I forgive you,” I told him honestly, “We were on a break but I don’t ever want to talk about it again,” I said, not only for his sake but for mine.
“So, you won’t leave me, baby,” he said, grinning now.
“No, Chris. I forgive you but I’m not ready to be in a relationship right now. What happened, well it changed me,” I told him honestly. He grabbed my arm.
“Leah, please don’t do this to me. I love you, baby,” he pled, moving his face closer to mine, so that our lips were nearly touching.
“I’m not ready, Chris,” I repeated, tilting my head away to avoid his lips.
“I’ll wait for you until you are, baby. I’m not giving up on this.” He vowed and kissed my cheek. Chris left shortly after that, leaving me alone to think about it all. He texted me goodnight before I went to bed, making me wonder just how persistent he’d be.
3 months later…
CLASSES WERE IN FULL SWING, exams were starting, along with assignments, clinical, and the air conditioner could be turned off. So much had happened in those past three months, I couldn’t believe it at all still. Chris came up to me, grabbing me in a kiss and I kissed him back as he took my hand walking me to class. After more than a month of begging, I’d agreed to continue dating Chris. So, we’d been back together for more than a month now and were falling back into a routine. Chris walked me to my first and last class every day and then on Wednesday night
s we’d go on a date and on Saturday nights he’d sleepover. Chelsea still didn’t approve of him after everything that happened over the summer but she also didn’t know what I’d done in Germany. No one did but me, and that sexy mystery man but I didn’t have to worry about him, I’d never be seeing him again.
“Love you,” he said, kissing me softly, as he dropped me off at my last class of the day. Neuroanatomy, a second year class. I loved my program and the four-week summer clinical I had done after Germany only affirmed that this was what I wanted to do. I couldn’t wait to graduate as a certified physical therapist. It had been my dream ever since I was a little girl and my daddy brought me to a football game where one of the players got injured. I’d asked my daddy about the people rushing out onto the field and he had explained that they were special doctors who helped fix the players back up when they got injured. From that moment on, I knew that was what I wanted to do, help fix the people I’d idolized growing up. I only had one year after this until I’d have accomplished my goal and I’d finally graduate and reach my dreams of being a licensed physical therapist. Everything was finally going right, now I just prayed it would stay that way.
“Hey Hon!” Chelsea said, waiting for me outside of my class, surprising me. I’d just finished up all of my classes for the day but I knew that on Friday she finished an hour before me.
“Hey,” I said, smiling at her as she hugged me. “What are you doing here? You finished class an hour ago,” I asked, confused but happy to see her. It had been a while since I’d seen her, what with balancing class, clinical work, and seeing Chris. It didn’t leave me much free time. I felt bad; I hadn’t really been able to balance her into my hectic schedule lately.
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