Safe With Me, Special Edition

by Shaina Richmond

  I pushed myself back on the bed and made sure the camera got a good shot of my pussy. The lighting in the room was much better than I expected. Not as good as the lighting in a few of the rooms at my house, but lighting that nice costs several thousand dollars. I had to remind myself not to look too professional for Tyler.

  In my drug-induced mind, I smiled when I thought that someday I’d tell him I gave him something for free that most people had to pay for. He’d appreciate that, wouldn’t he?

  I bent my legs and spread them wide, reaching down to put two fingers inside me while cradling my breast with my other hand. I looked over at Tyler when I heard him say, “Holy shit.”

  He smiled down at me, proudly. His gorgeous eyes were so full of honesty, it scared me.

  He wouldn’t want me to do this for anyone but him. I could feel it in his gaze.

  I forced a smile in return, then closed my eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand. I used my fingers to penetrate myself for a while longer before changing positions - rolling over and propping myself up on my hands and knees, hopefully giving the camera a lovely view of my ass.

  “Oh yeah. That’s nice," Tyler said.

  I stretched one arm down between my legs to spread my lips wide open to fuck myself with my fingers again, nice and slow. It always turned me on to do it for the camera, but doing it for Tyler and a camera... I knew I was going to come, soon. I moved my fingers to my clit, rubbing it as fast as I could.

  I heard Tyler moving the chair, then typing, then shutting his laptop.

  He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, easing himself inside me.

  “Yes!” I screamed. I was so grateful for that big cock. It always knew how to stick me just right. He wasn’t going hard or fast, but he used his hips with great skill and precision, giving me just the kind of fucking I needed right then. In, then out, in deep, even strokes.

  “Oh Tyler.” I heard my impending orgasm calling my name. The pressure built slowly with the steady rhythm of his cock.

  That’s when his palm struck my ass with a loud smack.

  I squealed and fell forward, doing my best to keep my fingers against my clit. It needed me now more than ever. “Yes!” I yelled.

  “You’re such a bad girl.” He smacked me again.

  A high-pitched shriek of joy came from the back of my throat.

  “Yeah. You’re so fuckin’ bad.” Tyler gave me another swat while maintaining his speed inside me. “You need a spanking.” Smack! “For what you just did on that camera.” Smack!

  “Uh huh,” I said, barely able to speak.

  “Bad little girl.” Smack! “You’re really gonna get it.” Smack!

  I rubbed my clit faster and opened my mouth, wailing loudly as I came. Tyler took firm hold of my hips with both hands and drove himself into me faster and deeper until I fell forward and collapsed on my face, trying to catch my breath.

  “We’re not done.” Tyler chuckled. “Get on your back.”

  “Hold on." I took another moment for a deep breath before rolling over.

  He immediately grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand up to his mouth, looking into my eyes as he licked my fingers. I laughed as I watched his greedy tongue slide all over my hand.

  Tyler shook his head. “I can’t get enough of that.” He took both hands and pushed my arms over my head, holding them down on the bed. In the same fluid motion, his cock slipped inside me.

  I gazed up at his gorgeous face as he penetrated me, deep and slow.

  His eyes went down to my chest. “I love how your tits move when I fuck you.”

  “Oh yeah?” I chuckled.

  “Yeah. They move real slow when I fuck you slow like this.” His eyes moved up to mine. “And I love how your pretty head rolls back a little every time I push.”

  “You’re so sweet."

  “So are you.”

  Tyler and I stared in each others’ eyes as he dazzled me with his ability to maintain a slow, steady pace. He had usually built up to record breaking speeds by now, and that’s usually what I wanted. But not this time. I loved how he held me down and it didn’t scare me. It made me want him even more.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

  “I like that,” he whispered with a smile, licking his lips. “Yeah, I like that. Now tell me you love me.”

  Shit! “I don’t know...”

  “Come on. Let me hear you say it.”

  I stared up at him.

  “Please, baby,” he whispered. “I got you high and everything.”

  “That’s why you got me high?”

  He grinned. “Maybe.” He continued to rock his hips into me at the same gentle pace.

  I shook my head. “Tyler...”

  “Come on. Why’s it so hard, baby? I’ve heard you say it before.”

  “Great.”

  “What?” His eyes lit up. “You didn’t think I heard you?” He chuckled. “Please. Stop holding back on me.”

  “Damn it...”

  “You might as well give in, darlin’.” Tyler smiled. “‘Cause I ain’t givin’ up.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Oh well. You’ll find out.”

  “No.” I stretched my legs and put my feet back down on the bed. Tears filled my eyes. “You’re gonna break my heart.”

  Tyler stayed inside me but stopped moving. He let go of my hands and propped himself up, staring down at me, his eyes piecing mine. “You don’t know that.”

  “I don’t deserve someone like you.” I wiped my face, trying rather unsuccessfully to choke back my tears. The weed had the opposite of Tyler’s desired effect. Somehow, it gave way to the most honest things I could have said to him. ”You have so much. You have a family and happy memories and people who are proud of you. There’s so much you don’t know about me.” I sniffled. “I’m just so fucked up compared to you. I mean, for God’s sake, I don’t even go back home. I dropped out of high school but you were popular. Everybody loved you...”

  “Stop. Just stop. Don’t give me that shit.” Anger was unmistakable in his eyes. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me either. Have you ever thought about that?” He arched both eyebrows, staring down at me.

  “No. I...”

  “I just had the four worst fucking years of my life, Susie. Four. Fucking. Years.” He paused, gritting his teeth, breathing heavily. “It doesn’t matter who I was in high school. Is that what’s holding you back? What the hell even made you think about that?” He shook his head. “Don’t hold that against me. I don’t give a shit about you dropping out of high school or your family or any other stupid thing you’re ashamed of. I just know that after all the shit I went through,” he closed his eyes, shaking his head, “somehow this amazing girl appeared in my life from out of nowhere. Like a gift.” Tyler gazed into my eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly turning down. “I want you to know how special you are to me. I just wish you’d give me a chance, Susie. That’s all.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned.

  Tyler pressed his lips together. His eyes darted around the bed, like he was thinking. He stood up. “I know.”

  “What?” I sat up on my elbows and watched him walk to his desk to get his laptop and bring it back to the bed.

  Tyler sat down next to me, typing.

  I sat up. “What are you doing?”

  “I gotta make sure I don’t forget this later.”

  “Forget what? I don’t even think you’re that drunk anymore.”

  He shrugged. Then he typed for a little while longer and turned to look at me. “I have an idea and I just need you to go with it, okay?”

  “Tell me what it is first.”

  “Alright.” He cleared his throat. “So, you keep telling me we haven’t known each other long enough. And then there’s this whole ‘you’re too good for me’ bullshit. Right?”

  I started to get worried for some reason. “Yeah...”

  “And there’s obviously a lot
of shit you haven’t told me about yourself. And you always get upset when you think about it. Right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay.” Tyler typed a little more into his document as he spoke. “Well, here’s the thing. I need you to stop thinking of all these reasons to push me away. And I need you to stop telling me I haven’t known you long enough to be in love with you. And you probably wanna get to know me before you trust me with all this stuff you haven’t told me about.”

  I squinted, trying to see what he was typing. He used a ridiculously small font.

  “So,” he continued, “we need to set a date for both of us to tell each other everything. You can even get high first if it’ll help. I think you need to give me time to earn your trust.” Tyler stopped typing and turned to me, smiling. “Then we can have a day where you give me your whole life story. Everything.” His eyes widened on ‘everything.’ “All the shit you think’s gonna make me run away, screaming. You tell me all about it. Your family. Your past. All the horrible things that aren’t gonna matter to me.” He chuckled. “You wait until then and you tell me. And I’ll tell you anything you wanna know about me.”

  It was overwhelming to think about doing this. Telling him things that nobody else knew. Was he serious about this?

  “So, we need to set a date.” He turned back to his computer and double-clicked on a calendar.

  Something about the way sexy Tyler sat there hunched over his computer was hilarious to me. I suddenly began to chuckle.

  “What?” He looked worried. “It’s a good idea. And it’ll work.”

  “How do you come up with these crazy plans?” I laughed so hard, I had to hold my stomach. I took a deep breath to try to stop, but I found myself laughing even harder, probably because I was high. I thought about his ‘twice a week’ rule, and him always telling me he was going to win our bet and take me home for Thanksgiving.

  “What’s the big deal?” he asked.

  I exhaled, trying to calm myself down. “This is beyond crazy. You really are a nerd.”

  “Hey.” Tyler cupped my chin and looked in my eyes, grinning. “I think you love that about me. You love my crazy plans.” He gave my lips a quick kiss. “I think they make you want me even more.”

  How the hell did he know that?

  Tyler and I kissed for a while longer but we had to stop to decide upon a date. After much discussion, we chose January seventh, the Friday before our next semester of classes started. Tyler said he liked that day because it was at the end of Winter break and we’d both be back in Lockwood by then. It would also give us that Saturday and Sunday to have uninterrupted sex in celebration of this event before school started.

  He also suggested that I let him inside a few of the rooms in my house that day. I had no response. If his plan worked, then yes, there were a few rooms he could see. I would have no reason to hide them anymore. But he specifically mentioned a room on the first floor, directly below my bedroom. The only person who had been inside that room since I moved in was Rosita, to dust occasionally and make sure nothing had found its way inside to build a nest. That room was off-limits and he’d just have to deal with it.

  After we picked a date, we tried to finish what we’d started earlier but Tyler yawned, repeatedly. He said he’d make it up to me the next day as he almost fell asleep on top of me.

  Susie

  Sunday, October 31

  7:10 AM

  Snoring. That’s the first thing I heard when I woke up in Tyler’s bed with a full bladder.

  The temperature was a little colder than I would have preferred at my house. But at least there was a heavy comforter and some very soft flannel sheets. There was also a naked, warm-bodied man next to me who didn’t mind me cuddling up with him in the middle of the night.

  However, at that moment, my only thought was that I dreaded throwing those covers off to go to the bathroom.

  I peeked out over the sheet. The room was dark. A small stream of light cut across the bedroom floor like a laser, illuminating the yellow vinyl numbers from Tyler’s football jersey. I was relieved to see something big enough to cover me up so easily. I took a moment to press my body up against his and give him a kiss on the cheek. He was on his back, sound asleep with his mouth hanging open. I already looked forward to sliding back under those covers to be next to him after my barefooted dash to the bathroom.

  I finally worked up the nerve to do it. I slipped out of the covers and ran to Tyler’s jersey, pulling it over my head as fast as possible. At least it smelled like Tyler. Mmm... yeah... there was definitely an up side. I still had to figure out what made him smell so good.

  A few minutes later I stood at the bathroom sink, washing my hands, grateful that I was about to go back to Tyler’s bed and hopefully get a lot more sleep. I liked the way his jersey hung on my body. Aside from the shoulders being ridiculously loose, the neck was wide enough to show a good portion of my cleavage. I smiled at myself in the mirror. Wearing his jersey made me feel like he was with me, even when he wasn’t in the room. Or awake.

  I opened the bathroom door a few inches, listening for people. Although my crucial areas were covered, I still wanted to avoid being seen by any leftover partygoers. Hearing nothing, I pushed the door open and padded into the hall.

  I was a good six feet away from Tyler’s room when the door to the left of his swung open.

  “Mornin’ girlie,” Caleb said, smiling weakly. He stood in his doorway wearing blue pajama shorts and a plain white shirt. His short brown hair stuck out from his head randomly like he’d just woken up.

  “Hey.” I could see inside the room through the open door. I knew exactly who I saw asleep on his bed. “Caleb!”

  “Shh. You’ll wake them."

  I pushed past him and opened the door a little wider to make doubly sure I saw who I knew I saw. I tried to keep my voice down. “What the hell?”

  “Hey, don’t judge me.” Caleb crossed his arms and leaned against his door frame. “There were two of ‘em. It was late.” He stared at me, wide-eyed. “It was their idea.”

  “Shit.” I had forgotten all about Joan. I wondered when I’d get her next-day-apology phone call. I hoped she’d be long gone before I woke up in Tyler’s bed later that day. “I thought you’d end up with Jacinda last night.”

  “Yeah, well. She passed out on the couch.” He sighed. “Disappointing, really.”

  “Oh yeah, I know.” I was more anxious than ever to get back to Tyler’s room before the two naked girls in Caleb’s bed woke up. “Well, bathroom’s all yours. I’m going back to bed.”

  “I don’t need the bathroom. I heard Tyler’s door open earlier and I took a chance it was you.”

  “Okay.”

  Caleb quieted his voice to a whisper. “Troy sent me text messages all night. He wants to talk to you.”

  I groaned. “I didn’t know you were best friends.”

  “We’re not. He assumed you were here for the party.” He gently shut his door, then put his arm around my back, guiding me into the hall. “Look Susie, I’m not trying to worry you but I think Troy’s gonna tell everybody.”

  I shrugged. “I’ll take care of it.”

  “I thought you’d be more upset.”

  “He was always a little crazy. I should’ve seen it coming.”

  “So, you don’t care if Troy tells the world? Posts a link?” He chuckled nervously. “Tells...” He nodded at Tyler’s room.

  I threw my hands up in the air. I’d spent days going over it in my head, ever since I found out Troy had spoken with Caleb. What would it mean if everybody knew? Did I really even care anymore? “I always knew that could happen.”

  “And you still haven’t told Tyler?”

  My thoughts went instantly to my hazy memories of the previous night, and the plan Tyler came up with. It seemed kind of silly now that I wasn’t high. But I was up for it if Tyler was. Did he really say he wanted to set a date, giving me time to trust him first?

  “Susie?
” he asked.

  “Oh.” I sucked in a breath. “You let me worry about Tyler, okay?”

  “Okay.” He nodded. “But, just so you know, if it were me, there are certain things I’d want to know about my girlfriend.”

  “I’m not his girlfriend. And I think you need to mind your own business.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “I told you last night. Don’t fuck him over like you did Troy."