She reached forward and pulled my boxer briefs off, walking her fingers back up my thighs. She looked me straight in the eyes as she wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked me up and down. She moved her hand tantalizingly slow and ran her thumb over my sensitive head. I groaned and swallowed hard, pushing my hips forward to urge her to wrap her pretty, bow-shaped lips around me. She looked down with a smile and made an “mmm” sound like she was getting ready to devour a tasty meal. My heart skipped even faster. She was such a tease.
She looked up at me and smiled deviously before finally opening her mouth and taking me in, down to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed out heavily as I watched her mouth ease down my length.
I shifted on the couch, not caring about the leather sticking uncomfortably to my skin. Amanda worked me in and out of her lips slowly to the point of driving me crazy. Occasionally she’d draw all the way back until the room filled with the popping sound of hollowed cheeks when I sprang free from her mouth. I reached out and wrapped her loose locks of hair around my hand, begging her to go back down. She looked at me, but said nothing. Instead, she closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around my head, sucking ever so slightly. Her tongue landed flat on the shaft and pressed against it as she bobbed her head up and down.
“Fuck,” I groaned, “Suck that cock.”
Amanda pulled her head back until I was fully out of her mouth, “Of course you’d talk dirty.”
“You fucking like it,” I smirked.
“I like your cock, but not what comes out of your mouth, pig,” she shot back.
We glared at each other as we dared each other to say anything else. But that didn’t stop her from taking me in her mouth again. She sucked with more pressure, this time, bordering on too much. I pushed her head down further each time. I was testing the waters, checking to see if she was okay with me controlling the speed and depth. I started pushing and pulling at my own pace until I was thrusting my hips. She pulled back for a moment, catching her breath in one quick gasp.
“Fucking dog,” she spat before opening her mouth to take me in again.
“Yet-here-you-fucking-are,” I grunted with each thrust into her mouth.
Finally, she jerked her head back and stood up to slide her panties off. She climbed on my lap and I felt her hot slickness on my manhood. She bit down on my shoulder and breathed heavily onto my neck.
“Get the condom,” she ordered.
I pushed her off me and walked over to the nightstand, quickly ripping one open and rolling it over my length. I had just turned around when she shoved me into the wall and kissed me with force. She pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around my hips for support. I pressed her into the wall and held her up with one arm as I reached between us to slip myself inside. As soon as I pressed inside she let out a breathy moan against my ear. That only spurred me on even more.
She cried out and shut her eyes, face flushed. I loved seeing her all worked up like that. I loved even more that it was because of me. I pushed in and out of her quickly for a couple minutes before turning around and dropping her on the bed. I guided her onto all fours and entered her from behind.
“You want to call me a dog,” I muttered.
She cried out in pure pleasure as I rammed into her. The room filled with the rhythmic slapping of our bodies as I gripped her hips for more leverage and pumped in and out. She groaned and whimpered, clawing at my back so hard it hurt. I reached forward and briefly covered her mouth with my hand. She breathed against it and groaned, spit covering my palm.
I went harder. Faster.
I moved my hand from her mouth down to her wetness between us. I pressed down on it, rolled her sensitive spot between my finger, worked her until she collapsed onto the bed in a writhing mess. Her hands flattened against my back as I felt her body clench and quiver around my shaft. My hips jerked forward one last time before I felt my own orgasm roll through my body.
We laid there for a moment panting and a little sweaty.
“That was fucking amazing.” Amanda said. It sounded like she was talking to herself more than me. I just smiled before pulling away from her.
After the two of us washed up, I looked at her without her realizing it. She was drop-dead gorgeous and damn good in bed. Even while we were in the middle of things, I could feel her disdain toward me. I was sure she could sense my feelings toward her; or toward women to be more exact. There was a strange mix of hate and lust flowing between us. I didn’t even know such a feeling was possible. Yet we shared such a charged sexual attraction it was insane. It was the best I had ever had.
The sky outside the window was dark, but there weren’t stars visible. That was a drawback of living in the City, but it wasn’t something I particularly cared about. Besides, stars would make something seem romantic and this was definitely not that. Still, for once there was a woman beside me that I wasn’t itching to throw out of my condo.
I turned to look at her. She was also looking out the window. I wasn’t counting down the seconds until she was out the door. A part of me actually wanted her to stay. It was a strange thing for me, but I decided not to make a big deal out of it. It probably wasn’t meaningful. She was just more interesting than other women and we had a neat little setup now.
I thought about how she had gotten ready early the last time we slept together without being heavily hinted at. Without thinking, I stroked my thumb over her hairline. Just once. It took one time for both of us to tense up because it was such a weird display of affection that had no place in our casual, purely sexual, relationship. I quickly drew my hand back and shifted my body away from her, turning my head toward the window again.
I clenched my eyes shut for a moment as I tried to make sense of my thoughts. She had been just as lustful as I was, something I wasn’t exactly used to. Everything about her reminded me of how different she was. Something about her uniqueness drove me wild. That’s probably why I wanted to come back for more. She fueled my desire.
“So, you grew up in Ohio?” I asked. I had no idea why I was asking a personal question like that, but it was too late to take it back.
Amanda nodded, “I grew up in Springfield. Born and raised.”
“No kidding? I was in Columbus on business a couple years ago. Actually, that’s where I was coming back from when I met your nose.”
Amanda laughed and playfully nudged me, “You’re never going to drop that.”
“Well if you don’t keep throwing it in my face then I guess the responsibility falls on my shoulders, doesn’t it?”
I turned to look at her with a wide, cheeky grin. She rolled her eyes. I wondered if her head hurt from rolling her eyes so much, but decided to save a snide remark about it for a later time. There was no telling how she might react to it and we were having a nice, laid back time now.
“Anyway, I moved here without ever visiting before. My best friend had already moved to New York so I guess that made it less scary.”
“Oh, so you weren’t running away?”
“What? Why would I be running away?”
“I still remember you mentioned you were, and I quote, ‘pretty much having the worst week ever’, back when we met. I certainly didn’t help your week get any better, but that’s when you also let it slip that you had just been dumped.”
“Oh,” she breathed out. I felt her shift her body before she went on, “That’s right. But I wasn’t running away from that or from him. I guess you can just call it perfect timing even if it didn’t feel like it at the time.”
“I see. So why did you move out here? Did you just hate it back home?”
“Oh, not at all! I loved Springfield. I was one of those people who actually liked the place where they grew up, but a lot of it had to do with my fa-”
Amanda abruptly stopped speaking. I turned to look at her. “Your family. You can say it, you know. There’s really no need to tiptoe around me.”
“Right. Sorry about that. Um yeah, a lot of it had
to do with my family. We had a great time together and I knew Springfield well. There’s this scenic trail there that I absolutely loved. I know there’s Central Park here, but I don’t think it compares.”
“Oh yeah? What was so special about it?”
“I don’t know. It just had the right feel to it, you know? It had an old bridge that, come to think of it, looked like it could buckle any minute. But when I was young I loved going there and riding my bike with my dad. It was so open and free. It was always one of my favorite things to do with him.”
“What about your mom?”
“Mom was never much of a bike rider, but it’s not like she felt left out or we felt snubbed. We all understood we had different interests sometimes. With mom, our favorite thing to do was go down to the reservoir. We’d jog for a while and then sit on the grass near the edge of the water. We’d pick a book, and by ‘we’ I mean I’d tell my dad what he wanted,” Amanda paused to laugh before continuing, “And mom would read it to us.”
“Wow.”
Without realizing it, I had leaned up in an upright position. I was so absorbed in her stories. They were the sorts of things I never experienced for myself.
“It was pretty great. I loved it there. So many great places with open space and nature.”
“So then why did you leave? You won’t get much of that here.”
“I know, but I also have dreams and career goals. Those things just make more sense to pursue here.”
“Oh, well, what kind of career are you pursuing? New York is the place to be for pretty much everything.”
“Very true.” She paused for a moment, as if she were embarrassed to say. “Um, well, I’ve always dreamed of being a working actress.”
I nodded, but then realized she wasn’t looking at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she looked hesitant to tell me about her dreams. I knew it was incredibly difficult and competitive, but so was lots of other things. If anything, I thought it was great for her to go after what she wanted.
“That’s great! I’m sure you’re very talented.” She seemed to perk up a bit after my compliment.
“I’m just, I don’t know, frustrated? Sometimes I get depressed about my career choice. It’s so hard to get auditions in front of the right people. I know I need to get a better talent agent, but it’s not as simple as that. There’s a big play audition coming up and I’d love a chance but, realistically, that’s unlikely.” She sighed as her fingertips played with the edge of a pillow. “Anyway. I try to focus on other things when I feel down about it. Like right now I’m really working on going to an upcoming Opera show.”
“Oh really? Funny, I actually love the theater.”
It was lunchtime and there was a gentle breeze flowing, making the pink flowers in their green flower box sway gently. I sat across Tina on the outdoor front patio of a NoLIta restaurant drinking ice-cold water and munching slowly on a rather tasty piece of avocado toast. We had settled on this place because Tina said she was craving a quinoa salad and claimed this place was the go-to spot.
“This is delicious,” she mumbled with a mouth full of food. She shut her eyes and leaned back in her chair as she chewed slowly.
I could tell something was wrong from the moment Tina called me on the phone to set up the lunch date. But now seeing her in person, those suspicions were confirmed. I didn’t say anything or ask, though. I wanted to give her the proper time to process whatever was going on. I knew Tina would open up on her own time. If she needed the comfort of one of her favorite salads, then I wasn’t going to interrupt that.
“How’s your toast?”
“It’s actually quite good,” I said with a big smile. “They know how to make avocado toast tasty without overpowering the actual avocado.”
Tina nodded, “Is that really all you’re going to eat? It doesn’t look very filling.”
“It’s not, but I don’t have much of an appetite right now.”
“Oh. Are you feeling okay? Is something wrong? Are you sick?”
“Calm down, woman. I’m fine.” I laughed before stuffing my face with another bite. “You already know sometimes my appetite isn’t very high.”
Tina pouted, “I know but I can’t help getting worried about you.”
“I know,” I said.
I also got worried about Tina. That was what a best friend was supposed to do, especially one so close who shared an apartment and a similar dream. We had grown up together and we were both convinced we would grow old together. Tina ate nearly half of her salad in silence before finally clearing her throat, taking a long drink of water, and looking straight at me. I knew that look. It was time to talk now and it was going to be about something serious. If it wasn’t serious it was, at the very least, something that really bothered her.
“So, do you remember that guy I told you about? Kevin?”
“Yes,” I said flatly. From the moment Tina started talking about Kevin he had left a bad taste in my mouth. I always had the feeling he would spell nothing but trouble for her and now that troubling news was coming.
“Well, you know, we were supposed to just be hooking up. It’s not like I was about to break our pact, but he found a way to mess that up too. Dirty pig.”
“What? I don’t get it. Men want one thing and one thing only. Sex. You make an arrangement for ‘just sex’ and he still manages to be a dirty pig? What the hell is wrong with him?”
“I know! We made ‘the arrangement’ and we were enjoying it, but then I found out he’d also been screwing another girl. The problem was he didn’t even tell me. Isn’t that rude? You’ve got to figure that’s, like, bad friends with benefits etiquette or something.”
“I think so. But men are dirty pigs so they probably think it’s all fair game or whatever.”
“Yeah, he tried to say that, but the other problem? I know he was having sex with her without using a condom. Gross. Horrible.”
“What? Wow. Just when you think men can’t get any lower…”
There was a lull in our conversation where I thought about Ethan. I wondered if he had an arrangement with another woman or if he was still hooking up at random. I doubted he was dating. He made it very clear that wasn’t his thing. Even though our arrangement was strictly for sex and he didn’t owe me explanations on anything, I hoped he had some form of consideration when it came to our ‘agreement’.
“When did you find out?”
“Last night,” she said simply. “So, I walked to the bar down the street from his place and let a bunch of people buy me drinks. First, it was women who sympathized with my embellished account of things and then from men who hoped to be my palate cleanser.”
Tina lit up with a wide grin. Even though she was upset at what Kevin had done, and rightfully so, she wasn’t going to let that keep her down. She took our “no feelings” pact seriously, perhaps even more so than I did with Ethan. At least, that was until now. Hearing how things could go wrong even when you’re just hooking up for sex only and not getting romantically involved was really throwing me for a loop. If this could get messy, it was no wonder actual relationships didn’t work out. None of it seemed worth the pain that inevitably followed a bad breakup. But those were all thoughts I kept to myself. Today was about Tina.
“Did you get sloshed, Tee?”
Tina cracked up, “Nobody says ‘sloshed’, Mandy!”
“Oh, shut up! They do too! Whatever. That’s not the point. Did you or didn’t you?”
Tina leaned forward, “What do you think?”
“Obviously. Stupid question. Moving on.”
“Well, I actually met someone last night.”
“Tee!”
“Calm down. Calm down! I met a guy who fits perfectly with the ‘friends with benefits clause’ to the pact we made. His name is Lee. He’s 32 and he’s lived in New York since he was 19. He moved here from Vermont because he hated it there, go figure.”
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“Do I? I don’t know. I realized I didn’t know all that much about Kevin other than he was hot and probably not a criminal. Maybe that’s where I went wrong. It was fun talking to Lee last night and, uh, it was even more fun not talking to him.” She smiled deviously.
I scoffed, “I’m sure it was.”
“He’s all for it, but even the way he agreed to it… I can already see the differences between him and Kevin. This guy has his own life. He’s busy. He’s honest. He’s really a no-bullshit type of person, you know? I can tell he’s the guy who gets straight to the point to get things done at work. He’s easy to talk to. I don’t know. It just works.”
“Are you sure you aren’t already falling for him? Because it sounds an awful lot like you’ve already got a hard-on for this guy.”
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