Fortunately, it wasn’t an issue. Darren didn’t even ask before telling the car to bring us to his place. We climbed in the back seat before I started wondering what I was getting myself into. This was a guy who had only just turned twenty-one. Were we going to show up at some cramped place with a bunch of roommates and towers made out of empty pizza boxes? I was only a few years older than him, but it felt like twenty-one was far behind me, and the only experience I had with guys that age didn’t exactly fill me with confidence.
But I was very wrong.
The car dropped us off in front of a house with a manicured lawn and an expensive car sitting in the driveway. My stomach sank a little.
“Is this your parents’ house?” I asked.
He looked at me with a strange expression and scoffed.
“No,” he said. “It’s mine.”
This was far from what I expected. Darren clearly had money, or his family did. Not that it mattered or made any difference. As he unlocked the door, I pulled out my phone to text Kira. My twin sister and I were as close as everyone expected twins to be, and we always made sure to give each other a heads-up when we weren’t going to be in at our usual time or would be going out with someone new. When the message was sent, I tucked my phone away and headed inside to finish seducing Darren.
We walked inside, and I decided not to beat around the bush. Time was slipping away, and I wanted as much of him as I could get. He guided me through the house, and when we got to his bedroom, I walked right inside and headed for his bed. I didn’t want any ambiguity about what was on my mind.
I sat on the edge of his bed, beckoning him toward me with one finger. An eager grin spread across his face as he walked toward me, undoing his belt and tossing it away. Our mouths crushed into a deep kiss, and I leaned back onto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt quickly as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. He hovered over me, and I opened my legs to let him rub against my core. He took the invitation. His cock was hard and thick and pressed against me through our layers of clothes. Clothes that would soon be thrown around the room.
His hands ran up my legs as I wrapped them around his hips, and he squeezed my ass playfully hard. I squealed and it seemed to egg him on, his fingers sliding under my lacy panties to get at the skin underneath. He massaged my bottom while we kissed, and he began to grind into me, letting the warmth and the wetness of my pussy soak through the panties and leave traces on the fabric over his zipper.
I finally worked the shirt open, and he stood up, yanking it off his arms and away. His muscular chest rose and fell fast as his excitement was palpable. I felt it, too, and when he reached forward to undo the buttons on the front of my dress, I felt light-headed and weak. I wanted to feel his touch, his fingers on my bare skin.
When he had barely gotten the buttons past my chest, I wiggled my arms out and he dove his face between my breasts. I arched back as his cock pushed hard into my center, and his five o’clock shadow rubbed against the sensitive skin of my heaving chest. I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra, and he grabbed the fabric with one hand and pulled it away. My large, heavy breasts spilled out, and he looked mesmerized by them momentarily.
Gently but firmly, he reached both hands down and filled them, my nipples deep in his palm. Lowering himself down again, he let his tongue trail from the center to one nipple, swirling and then suckling it until it was perky and pointed. Then he trailed his tongue the other way, repeating the motion. My breath hitched at the deliberate and measured pace he took, as if he wanted that moment to last longer and was in no hurry to be done with me. It made me feel desired, and special the way he wanted to take his time, as if I was a goddess he was paying tribute to.
Slowly, he made his way back to the center of my chest and then trailed his kisses down. He pulled at my dress as he moved, and soon it was past my hips and he pulled it down until it hit the floor. All that was left on my body were the wet, lacy panties, and my body broke out in goose bumps in anticipation. Grabbing the thin fabric in his teeth, he pulled them down and away, and then off and into the abyss of the darkened room. I lay bare in front of him, breathing heavily as he stood up and admired me, his head on one side and his fingers tracing from my chest down to my core.
As his hand slid, the other opened the clasp on his pants and he let them drop away. Then it slid into the waistband of his boxers, and I bit my lip as he pushed them down. A huge, thick erection sprung out as his boxers hit the ground, and I found my mouth watering at the sight of it. The hand that touched me reached my pussy, and the pad of his thumb ran through the sensitive folds. I cried out but didn’t move, didn’t close my eyes. His eyes were locked on my body, and I wanted to return the gaze. His free hand was now clasped over the base of his cock, and he stroked himself as he touched me.
I shivered as one finger slid inside me, and the pad of his thumb rubbed my clit in circles. Moans whispered through my lips, and I knew I was nearly on the brink of an orgasm already. I wanted him inside me, to fill me with his throbbing cock so I could let him feel the full measure of my ecstasy at his touch. Our minds must have been on the same wavelength, as he positioned himself at my opening, still stroking his staff, and now nudging the head against the lips of my pussy, wetting him and preparing him for entrance.
I expected him to ease in, but instead he plunged into me. I was slick and ready for him, but I still writhed as his long, thick cock stretched me and he held himself there for a moment to let me get used to him. I opened my legs further and he sank even deeper into me, and I tiptoed along the blurred line between pain and bliss. He was deep inside of me, touching me in areas I had never been touched before and lighting me up in a way I never thought possible. My entire body felt electric and alive, and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his face into mine for a deep kiss.
Gently, he rocked back and then into me again, only pushing but so hard, letting me adjust for his girth. His lips left mine and searched for a nipple, and the tongue swirled around it as he quickened his pace. Little yelps passed through my lips as he increased from gentle to rough, and soon he was clasping my hips and slamming into me, fucking me with an intensity and desire I had never experienced. My legs shook as I rolled through an orgasm, but my climax didn’t stop him, and he continued his now frenetic pace. It only increased the intensity of my peak, and I writhed underneath him, simultaneously clawing at him to fuck me harder and squirming away from the overwhelming sensations my brain couldn’t process.
Suddenly, he pulled out and crawled onto the bed, making his way to the headboard so he rested his back on it. Sweat rolled down his chest and through the muscles on his stomach, and I scrambled to him, eager to lick the beads off his chiseled body. Kissing him, tasting the salty sweetness of his perspiration, I made my way down to his cock. I took him into my mouth eagerly, stroking it from the base up as I bobbed on him, tasting the mixture of my juices and his, only sending me even further into a state of sensory overload. Nothing else mattered in that moment in the world but our bodies entangling, pleasuring each other.
I let his thick cock slide down my throat as far as I dared, and his hand filled with my hair. He guided me in a pace that pleased him, and I was happy to let him move me. My body was hot and tingling from my last climax, and I needed a moment to break from it, to pleasure him while I recovered. His moans, grumbling from deep within his chest, brought me back to the intense need for him again. I let his thick head slide from between my lips and crawled up to him, kissing the sweat away again until I reached his neck. Straddling him, I felt his cock slide through my lips before I arched up and settled it at my pussy. His hands clasped my waist as he guided me down, and the new position seemed to fill me even more.
He reached for my breasts and fondled them as I rode him. Soon, I was crashing through the gates of another orgasm, and I could feel his body responding. One hand had grabbed my ass and pulled me down hard, slamming our hips together as I bucked and shook. A grunt of effort rolled from
his lips, and he cradled me as he picked me up and then laid me down flat. Climbing on me, smothering me with his body, he plunged into me, fucking me with an incredible intensity. My fingers dug into his skin as he moaned louder, and then louder still, then roared.
The sound filled the room, and all my senses were dominated by him. The weight of his body, the smell of his skin, the taste of his sweat, the sound of his roar, and the sight of his body, locked as he came deeply into me, brought me a climax that was stronger, deeper, and more explosive than I had ever felt. My body milked him as he shook, then rocked into me a few more times, emptying everything he had before collapsing in my arms.
If I could have, I would have liked to stay there in Darren’s arms the whole night. I wondered what it would be like to wake up with him in the morning and maybe go for another romp. But I didn’t have that option. I’d already stayed later than I intended to and had to slip out of the bed carefully to avoid waking him up. The sun wasn’t up yet, but I didn’t have long before I needed to get going. Not wanting to just disappear without any trace, I found a piece of paper and pen and left a note on the pillow. It wasn’t anything special, just thanking him for a fun night and wishing him a happy birthday again. I hoped I’d leave him with fond memories, and he wouldn’t be too upset when he realized I was gone.
My rideshare was waiting for me when I rushed out of the house, and I burst into the hotel room as Kira was finishing packing up the last of our toiletries.
“Cutting it close,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, kicking off my shoes and peeling off my clothes. I rushed toward the bathroom. “Just give me ten minutes to take a shower and get dressed.”
“Where were you tonight?” she asked.
“Just getting a last goodbye from the States,” I told her.
I didn’t want to get into details right then. She’d probably find out at some point. As her twin, there was never anything I really managed to keep from her for good. But for now, I just wanted to hang on to those moments for myself and concentrate on getting home. We still had to bring the last of our boxes to the shipping company and drop them off before going to the bus station. If we missed our bus and had to change it to a later one, it would be even more of a hassle to cross back into Canada when we finally got there. Even as citizens, getting over the border could be annoying.
It was hard to believe our time in South Carolina was already over. Kira and I had come down to stay for just a couple of months as a new experience, and I never thought I would get as attached to the place as I did. The time flew by, and now it was time to climb into the bus again for the incredibly long ride back home.
“Next time,” I muttered to her hours later as we were trying to get comfortable in our seats, “we’re taking the train.”
“I’ll send you on the train with our stuff. Next time, I’m flying,” she answered.
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Darren - Three Years Later
“Happy Birthday, Darren!” the bartender shouted out as I walked into the bar.
People throughout the bar cheered and shouted out the same greeting. I waved, offering a slightly tense smile. I appreciated the sentiment but having such a fuss made over me wasn’t my favorite thing in the world. I would much rather have just been able to kind of slide in under the radar and celebrate with my friends and family instead of having all the attention immediately called to me as soon as I stepped inside. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. This was now the fourth birthday spent at the bar after my introduction to it on my twenty-first birthday three years ago. And every time I arrived for my celebration, the bartender or the owner made a huge announcement.
They knew it made me uncomfortable. In all honesty, I think that was part of why they did it. They liked giving me a hard time, just like my brothers. It was all in good fun, so I never got angry about it. I understood the desire to rib me a little bit. These were the people who knew both sides of me well and could see the stark contrast between them. When I was out on the track, I was nothing even close to reserved or hesitant. I raced with intensity and boldness. Even more now that I had a few years and a good number of wins behind me. After those wins, I was always up for a celebration. If I was partying down on the track or coming to the bar for a couple of rounds, I didn’t shy away from the glory of bringing home a title.
Not so much when it didn’t have to do with racing. But this was one night of the year I didn’t have a choice but to be at the center of the celebration. There was a bit of déjà vu the whole time. It was the same bar, and all my brothers were there. This time the group of family and friends had grown a bit, but we sat at the same table and ordered the same drinks. It became a tradition without me even meaning it to, and for the most part I really did enjoy it. My favorite part was seeing everybody so happy and having a good time together.
Molly, now at the head of the waitstaff, came by with the round of shots she always bought me as soon as I walked in on my birthday. Everybody raised their glasses to me and knocked back the shot. As they fell into different conversations and some jumped up to dance, I looked around the bar to take in my surroundings. Everything seemed pretty much the way it always did until my eyes fell on the stools at the bar.
Holy hell. Speaking of déjà vu. Same bar, same brothers, same drinks. Same gorgeous girl sitting by herself at the bar. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. After waking up without her the day after my twenty-first birthday, I thought I’d never see Kelly again. She didn’t leave any type of contact information and telling me she was leaving the country seemed like a pretty clear indication a reunion wasn’t in the cards. Yet, there she was, sitting at the bar just like she was the first time I saw her.
I resisted the urge to move my hand to my wallet. It might seem pathetic to anyone who found out, but I’d kept the note after I found it and still had it in my wallet. It was sort of a good-luck charm now. I didn’t even remember why I put it in there to begin with. A soft let down note from a one-night stand wasn’t exactly a souvenir most people would want to hang on to for years. But there was something about it that made me want to keep it. It found its way into my wallet, and I found it again a week later after winning the next race. It was my best performance of my career so far, and from that night, I never left it behind.
Even my brothers didn’t know it was there, and I didn’t really have the intention of telling anybody about it. But now that I was seeing Kelly again, the piece of paper, softened by being folded and unfolded countless times over the last three years, felt almost heavy in my pocket, like it could somehow sense she was close by.
“Right, Darren?”
I heard Quentin’s voice and knew he’d said something to me, but his actual words had totally gone over my head.
“What?” I asked.
My oldest brother looked at me strangely.
“You all right?” he asked. “That one shot didn’t hit you too hard already, did it?”
“Huh?” I looked down at the empty shot glass on the table in front of me. “Oh. No. I’m fine.” I glanced over at the bar again. “I’m actually going to go grab another drink. Maybe order some food. Anybody need anything?”
Before any of them could answer, I got up and headed across the dance floor. Three years ago, I walked away from my brothers sitting at the table and danced right there like I had no sense. I didn’t care who was watching me or what they might think of me then. That was before I noticed Kelly. Now I wasn’t going to stop to dance or to do anything else. She was the only thing in my sights, and I didn’t want to wait another second to get to her.
My heart was pounding in my chest and my palms were sweating. I had no idea what she was going to think seeing me again. When I first got that note, it didn’t even occur to me there could be anything more to it. She was leaving town. It was as simple as that. But there she was. Was it possible she had just come up with the idea of telling me she was leaving town so she could slip out of the house and not have to face me in th
e morning? Maybe I’d walk up to her and she’d be upset I was there.
That wasn’t exactly the most pleasant thought, but I couldn’t let it stop me. I’d been thinking about her for three years, and I wasn’t going to walk away without talking to her just because I didn’t know how she was going to react. I took a few deep breaths to settle my nerves and slid onto the stool beside her.
“Fancy meeting you here,” I said.
I was proud of how strong my voice sounded, how the words came out sounding steady and confident. Kelly, on the other hand, looked shocked as hell. Her big blue eyes snapped to me, and her mouth fell slightly open. Like everything else, the surprise looked good on her.
“Oh, my… Darren. I can’t believe you’re actually here,” she said.
I looked around and glanced back at the table overflowing with my friends and family.
“It’s tradition,” I told her. “Plus, my brother is friends with the owner, and we come here pretty often.”
Just as I said it, I noticed Lindsey coming toward us. The owner of the bar would probably surprise most people. A bar this old and rowdy seemed like it would be owned by a grizzled man who’d spent decades in it. That used to be the case, but a couple of years back, he’d passed it along to his daughter, Lindsey. She was a family friend, but particularly friendly with my brother Nick.
“Hi there, Darren,” she said. “Having a good night?”
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