R/T/M

by Douglas, Sean

  Her head and shoulder thump against the wall each time I thrust.

  I keep it up until I can tell that I’m going to come soon.

  I stop thrusting and pull out of her.

  While I catch my breath, she flips over onto her back and bends her legs with her feet on the bed and her knees up, spreading them.

  I slide my hands under her knees up until the opposite of my elbows and I lift her legs up and towards her. I lean forward and support myself like I was getting ready to do push ups.

  My dick finds its way into her and I start pile-driving her.

  She makes appreciative sounds each time my pubic bone slaps against hers.

  It sounds like “Uh! Uh! Uh! Mmmm! Mmmm!” with a “Fuck!” or an “Oh shit!” thrown in every now and then.

  I feel like I’m going to cum so I say, “I think I’m gonna come!” in a stage whisper.

  She replies, “Do it!”

  While continuing my thrusting I ask, “In or on?”

  She locks her arms around my neck and draws my shoulders down and kisses me hard, mashing our mouths together.

  I ram myself all the way in and I start cumming and I can feel her insides squeezing me to match the pulsing of my penis.

  Each time she squeezes me she makes and “Mmmm.” sound and I do the same, but on every other pulse for variety’s sake.

  When I’ve stopped pumping my jism into her she squeezes a couple more times, but less intensely and she lets me loose from her embrace.

  I push myself off of her and she tucks her legs in and I flop down on my back by her side.

  She kisses me and smiles and then gets out of bed and goes to the hotel room bathroom.

  I see the light go on as squarish shape on the carpet and hear the whir of the ventilation fan.

  While she’s in the bathroom I lean over the edge of the bed and rifle through my pants pockets for my cigarettes and my lighter.

  I fish a cigarette out and light it while moving the ashtray to the side of the bedside nightstand closest to bed and lay back down, inhaling deeply and exhaling a plume of smoke into the air while satisfiedly sighing.

  She comes out of the bathroom and walks over.

  I watch the motion of her naked body.

  She climbs up onto the bed and on her hands and knees she leans over and fishes around in her purse.

  I steal a look at her profile from the rear while she’s bent over.

  She pulls out a pack of Marlboro Lights, which everyone I know refers to as “slut butts” and one of those oval shaped Bic liters.

  I forget what color it was.

  She lit her smoke and took a drag and began to tell me about herself.

  It’s true she lives with her boyfriend, but he’s mostly useless.

  And by useless she meant impotent.

  But she sticks with him because he takes good care of her.

  And by takes good care of her she meant he makes sure that she has all of the right pills in her med-minder.

  She’s on a chemical of cocktails to address her psychiatric problems.

  She’s schizophrenic. But as long as she’s on her medications he’s able to function.

  I ask her what happens when she doesn’t take her meds.

  She tells me that the voices start to come back.

  I ask her what the voices sound like and she couldn’t tell me much except that the voices are male and they say terrible things about her. Like someone talking about you but just within earshot.

  I decide to not make a habit out of seeing her.

  We finish our cigarettes and stub them out and we get back into it.

  That’s how we spent the week.

  Presentations during the day ten we’d go back to her room get naked and fuck all night.

  I didn’t ask to fuck her in the ass, but she offered that she usually doesn’t mind having anal sex but there was no way I was putting my big dick in her ass.

  I didn’t care. I don’t have any kind of preference for anal.

  By the end of the week she was talking about leaving her boyfriend and moving into my apartment but I deflected her implications with noncommittal replies, like, “We’ll see.”

  On the last day she was pale and didn’t look well.

  It’s understandable. It’s not like we got a lot of sleep.

  She got up during one of the presentations and bolted out the back of the conference room.

  Everyone looked at me and I just looked sheepish and shrugged.

  After the presentation, up in her room, she told me she thought she might be pregnant.

  Conversation on the ride back home was a little stilted and forced.

  A couple weeks later I drove out to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend.

  He was away on business and I wanted to know for sure if she was pregnant or not.

  It was a nice little place. They had one of those luxurious long-haired cats that looks like a stuffed animal and its hair was all over all of the furniture.

  She showed me around and then we went into the bedroom.

  There was a copy of the “A to Z Guide to Serial Killers” on the nightstand.

  I asked her if she was pregnant. She said she wasn’t.

  We started making out, but it wasn’t like that week at the training retreat.

  We had sex and this time I came on, not it.

  While she wiped the cum off of her abdomen with her pajama pants, I got dressed.

  When I was dressed I said, “Well, I’ll be seeing you.” but I never did.

  She had issues I didn’t want a subscription to.

  Around this time my parents decided they wanted to sell their house and move down south.

  I convinced them to let me live in the house they were leaving.

  In exchange I would pay the mortgage and taxes.

  It was a ranch style house. Relatively small and secluded.

  The house was out on a country road and around the perimeter of the property there were thick stands of trees and stone walls which were gradually returning to the earth from whence they came.

  There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room and three bedrooms upstairs.

  The house had a finished basement that ran the length of the house.

  I decide to live in the basement and maybe rent out the bedrooms above.

  I preferred the open space and relative privacy of the basement.

  I told my friends about the house and the open bedrooms which were available to rent, but all of my friends still lived with their parents and were not interested in moving out and paying rent.

  So there was a lot of talk, but not a lot of action.

  I lived alone, but it wasn’t a big deal.

  I made enough money to cover the expenses without going into debt and I didn’t mind living by myself.

  Around the same time MySpace started to gain popularity.

  One night while a friend was over my house he was using my computer.

  I idly asked him what he was up to and he said he was on MySpace.

  He asked me if I had a profile and I replied, “Why bother? I already have a LiveJournal.”.

  He rolled his eyes and helped me set up an account.

  I added my few friends then went on to look up the names of every girl I ever had a crush on, dated, made out with or had sex with to see where they were and how they were doing now.

  Half of them had themselves listed as single, so I figured what worked once might work again and decided to try to go back to the well.

  It was simple.

  Those that didn’t want to put out back then had gone through the wringer and were all dirty and sex crazy. I’d send an introductory message and we’d go back and forth a few times. I’d go over the house with a stack of DVDs and a bottle of wine and that’s all it took.

  Revenge may be a dish best served cold, but fucking the shit out of someone that wouldn’t come across ten years ago is bittersweet. Breasts sag and asses get plumper and vaginal lips
get all floppy.

  I used MySpace to search my hometown for everyone in the age range that I might’ve gone to high school with to see if I saw any familiar faces.

  I didn’t recognize anyone, so I just went back to the first page and started clicking through good-looking headshots to check out profiles. If the profile was all fake and filled with glitter graphics, I backed out. If the profile had a lot of black I checked out the pictures. If the profile picture wasn’t false advertisement I sent an add request. I must have sent dozens.

  A couple days later I get a message from one of them.

  Turns out I knew her well in high school but didn’t recognize her.

  I checked out her pics and she looked like she was in pretty good shape.

  We made plans to hang out and I brought over a stack of DVDs and a bottle of wine like usual.

  She answers the door and she’s wearing a tank top and glasses.

  I raise my hands up. DVDs in one hand. Wine in the other.

  She invites me in and I follow her up the staircase, checking out her ass. It’s a little bigger than I usually go for, but it moved nicely in her pants when she walked up the stairs.

  The apartment wasn’t anything extraordinary.

  We get into the wine and the DVDs.

  ‘Suspiria’ is the first film.

  We watch the film and drink wine and make small talk. You know, “What have you been doing for the past ten years?”

  The movie ends and the wine bottle’s empty so she breaks out one of her bottles of wine and I put in ‘Blue Velvet’. I’m sitting to the left of her and over the course of the movie and the bottle of wine, I move my right hand over and start touching her.

  First I play with the tendrils of hair on her neck. Then I trace my fingertips lightly up and down along the side of her neck. She’s ignoring it, so I say, “Hey. If this is bugging you just tell me.”. She says, “No.” and it goes on like that for the rest of the film.

  The movie ends and she leans forward and grabs the remote and turns off the TV.

  She takes off her glasses and puts them on the coffee table and she turns to me with a tipsy smile and leans into me. We’re kissing and making out and making “Mmm” sounds at each other. She’s a good kisser, but after waiting four hours, kissing is boring. I’ve got a raging hard on and if we make out for too long I’m just going to have to pee. I break off kissing and say, “Wanna switch rooms?”

  She smiles and nods and gets up and walks towards her bedroom. I get up and say, “I gotta use the John.” I walk over to the bathroom and fumble for the lightswitch. I step up to the toilet and undo my fly. My erection is thick and veiny and luscious and it takes a little concentration to make it go down enough that I can pee and even then I have to hold myself up using the wall over the toilet so I could lean over and not piss all over the back of it.

  I button myself back in and walk to her room.

  I walk in and she’s waiting on the bed. She lit a few votive candles.

  I get on the bed and we’re into the making out again.

  We’re laying side by side for a while and then I roll her on top of me.

  She straddles me and I know she can feel my hard-on pressing up against her.

  I grab the shoulder straps of her tank top with both hands and pull her down so we can make out some more. We do that for a few minutes and then she flips us around so I’m on top of her, between her legs. I start humping her while we’re making out. It looks like I’m going to have to move things along.

  I take off my shirt and throw it off to the side. She checks out my chest and then she takes of hers. She’s got on a beige bra with big smooth cups. I reach for her fly and start undoing it so she reaches for mine. We finish about the same time and she flips down the waistband of my underpants and starts jerking my dick. I grab the waistband of her pants and panties and she stops jerking me off so I can take the bottom half of her clothes off.

  I stand up on her bed and take off my pants and underpants and she turns over and reaches over to the nightstand table and opens a drawer and takes out a condom and puts it on the bed. I kick my pants off the bed and since I’m standing on the bed she gets on her knees and starts sucking my dick. She’s good at it and obviously enjoys her work. I don’t want her to get me off with her mouth so I push her away from me and get down on my knees in front of her. I push her back and she lands on her back with a flumph.

  I get up on her and we start making out. She breaks off for a second and whips off her bra. Her tits are big and beautiful except for the nipples which look like raisins shaped like Hershey’s kisses. I dive right for the nipples and suck on each in turn while humping the outside of her pussy.

  I break off and tear open the condom and smooth it down the length of my rod. She takes the couple seconds it takes me to blow out a couple candles.

  She lays on her back and I get on top of her. I hold myself up with my left arm and hold the shaft of my cock with my right hand and use the head of my cock to slide open her pussy lips.

  I find the opening of her vaginal canal. I can feel it with the tip of my cock and I push it in.

  There’s nothing like that first time.

  I go in balls-deep and she bites her lip and sucks in air through her teeth.

  I put my arms under her hamstrings and lift her legs up and I just start fucking her.

  She starts talking shit like, “Oh yeah!”, “Fuck!”, “Fucking do it!”

  I just fuck and fuck and fuck for an hour or so just pounding away missionary style until I feel an orgasm coming on and I say, “Here it comes!”

  She says, “Do it!” and I cum and groan in a rhythm with my orgasmic pulsing and she says, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”. I clench the muscles of my cock one more time then I pull out and lay on the right. She gets up and almost falls over. Her legs are all weak and shaky and she giggles. She blows out the rest of the candles and comes back to the bed and pulls back her side of the covers.

  We climb under the covers and she turns over onto her right side and I spoon her and we fall asleep.

  The next morning we both wake up around the same time.

  She gets up and uses the bathroom.

  She comes back into bed and gives me a coy look and starts playing with my penis until she gets it half hard then she starts jerking me off. When she gets it all the way hard she grins at me and walks on her knees to the bottom of the bed. I follow her lead and get on my back in the center. She straddles my ankles and leans over and starts blowing me. She’s looking me dead in the eyes while she does it and that’s wicked hot. She hums every now and then and she’s really enjoying teasing and pleasing me with her mouth. I’m not worried about blowing my load because I’m desensitized because of the sex the night before. The pressure is off.

  She keeps it up for a half an hour or so and when I don’t make like I’m going to come in her mouth she climbs up on top of me and sits on my dick. No condom this time.

  She moves her hips back and forth rocking my dick inside her. After a few minutes she puts the first few fingers of her right hand into her mouth and reaches down and starts rubbing her clit in circles matching the rhythm of her back and forth movement and I can feel her butt clenching on my thighs.

  She rubs and rocks faster and closes her eyes and arches her head back and says, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” and her ass clenches and her thighs clench and I can feel the inside of her cunt squeezing me while she cums. I have to clench my eyes and concentrate not to blow my load up inside her.

  The squeezing gradually slows and softens and she swings her left leg over me, popping me out of her and I follow her lead and get up on my left elbow, then onto my knees and she crawls up to the head of the bed and I get behind her.

  Her face is down in the pillows and her back end is perched up on her knees. I put my hands under her ass and position her at the right height so I can get a clear shot at her.

  I wiggle forth on my knees a little and grab my cock with my right hand and line
it up with her wet crack.

  I lurch my hips forward and ram myself into her and she makes an “Uh!” sound.

  I fuck her hard and fast. Her ass is big and soft and it jiggles just a little each time my hips smack against it. The rhythm is fluid like when you used to rock back and forth in the bathtub when you were a kid to make waves.

  Her asshole is like a pink balloon knot and I can see it every time I look down.

  I lift my right hand up and put my whole thumb in my mouth.

  Wet with spit, I lower my arm and put the flat of my thumb on her asshole.

  I bend my thumb at the joint and ease the tip of my thumb into her asshole and rest my four splayed fingers of my right hand on the base of her spine.

  Whenever her pussy squeezes my cock her asshole clenches the tip of my thumb.

  I change the pace so that I’m fucking her slower but harder.

  When I can’t hold off any more I pull out. When I pull out she stops moving expectantly.

  I groan and cum all over her back, my semen spurting across her, glistening and opalescent.

  When the last spurts have dwindled I reach over and grab her tank top off of the floor and wipe off her back. It’s still a little wet, but there’s only so much I can do.

  We went on a couple other dates.

  The dates had a lot more talking going on in them and we really didn’t have a lot in common

  We had plans and I called her the day before and she didn’t answer so I left her a message.

  I called her the day of and she didn’t answer. I didn’t bother leaving a message.

  I guess we were through.

  The problem that I had with MySpace is that I had difficulty running more than one woman at a time.

  In college it was easy because they were all in one place.

  As difficult as it was to stay on top of the scheduling in college it was even more difficult running dames across a whole state.

  Rarely could I set up more than one chick in a day. More often I’d make plans with someone on my day off and we’d spend the day together and maybe I’d stay over their place or they’d stay over mine, then we’d go back to our separate lives at work and home.