As me and Jessica fled the scene, we headed for the cliff-side gardens overlooking the beach. We found a pavilion and took a pew on the bench there. Jessica asked me to roll a spliff, a request to which I gladly obliged. I skin up and we sat, puffing away, drinking more cognac.
“I still can’t believe you fucking squirted all over my jeans” I said, laughing as I passed her the joint.
“They’ll dry off, and besides, you’ll never forget me after that,” she replied with a giggle, her hand resting on my leg.
She wasn’t wrong. But what happened next solidified the night even deeper into my memory.
We soon finished the spliff, and the air around us was pungent with the sweet, sickly aroma of skunk. You could have probably smelled it from half a mile away. Jessica dropped to her knees in front of me and started unbuttoning my Jeans. I sat back and let her crack on, pouring another plastic cup full of cognac. After much drunken fumbling, she finally managed to free my cock. She wrapped a hand around it and leant forward kissing at the head before taking the tip into her mouth.
I let out a moan as her lips wrapped around the head of my flaccid cock. I looked down and watched as it grew in her mouth, soon stretching her lips wider apart. Her hand started moving up and down as her tongue got to work on the underside of my bellend.
It then dawned on me: my cock was inside her no less than thirty minutes previous. She must have been able to taste herself all over it. The thought drove me crazy.
“Holy fuck, you’re a filthy little cunt,” I moaned as she took me deeper into her throat.
“Shut up,” she replied, with a giggle, a string of saliva still connecting us. “Bend me over again Paul. Fuck me right here.”
She stood up and bent over, pulling her bottoms down and then held onto the back of the bench for support. I didn’t need telling twice. I stood up and positioned myself behind her, awkwardly tried to match her height, and after much fumbling, managed to get my cock inside her.
She was so wet, that it slid in effortlessly. I pushed it all the way in, before pulling out to the tip. I held it there, teasingly, before she commanded me to fuck her hard.
“So demanding.”
I slammed my cock all the way in, the sound of our skin meeting rang through the enclosed pavilion. I started thrusting then, the wetness of her cunt audible in the quiet night air, the slap of skin on skin continuing to echo around us, Jessica’s moans and shouts of pleasure, surely could have been heard from the street above.
It was then that I saw a light sweep past the pavilion from behind. I assumed it was a passing car on the road above and ignored it. Too focused on the task at hand. Determined to make Jessica cum again.
The light again… another car? The road was never busy, not at that time of night. Then, around the corner came 2 police officers, one male, one female. My heart leapt out of my chest. I quickly pulled my cock out of Jessica, scrambling to pull my jeans up. Jessica, quickly turned and sat on the bench, her bottoms somehow back on already.
“What the fuck is going on here?” said the male copper. “We could smell the weed from the street above. Thought we’d have a little looksie.”
The female police officer was struggling to supress her laughter.
I looked down at my shoes, somehow very sober now, and muttered some apologies.
After a search, during which they found and confiscated the rest of the weed, and the half-drunk bottle of Hennesey, they decided to let us go with a verbal warning.
Me and Jessica hurried away and found ourselves back on the high street.
“Fuck that was mental,” Jessica said through fits of laughter.
“Glad you found it funny. I’ve lost my drink, and the weed. Fuck that was embarrassing. Could you imagine if we got nicked for indecent exposure or some shit. I’m sure they saw my cock.”
“Fuck it, let’s go 24 hour shop and grab another bottle,” Jessica shouted as she ran up the road.
“Alright, alright, slow down then. I ain’t chasing you.”
We headed off in the direction of the shop. My head was still reeling, whilst Jessica just found it all funny. Looking back at it now, it was hilarious, but at the time, I was mortified.
We reached the shop and I bought a bottle of Vodka this time. Jessica’s choice. 1 litre of Smirnoff and 3 half litre bottles of cheap-shit energy drink.
“Where are we going to go? We can’t go back down the front,” I asked Jessica.
“We can go back to mine, but first, we need more weed,” was her reply.
“Where are we going to get weed now? It’s….” I checked my phone, “two o clock in the fucking morning.”
Jessica stopped the first person we passed and asked them if they knew anyone that sold weed. Turned out, they themselves did. Result.
Weed secured, I called the local cab office and asked them how much for a ride to the town Jessica lived in, £70 was the reply over the phone.
“Cheeky cunts,” I hung up. “I’m not paying that. What time do the trains start running?”
“About 5,” she answered.
“OK, new plan, we just walk about, get drunk and get on the first train back to your house?” I put to her.
“I guess. How much money you got left?” she asked.
“Urm, shit, I don’t know.”
I pulled out a wad of notes and counted them out loud.
“20, 30, 50, 70, 90, 110…. 560, 580, 630, 680. Six hundred and eighty pounds, hold on,” I rummage around in my pocket for change. “six hundred and eighty-three pounds and thirty-six pence.”
“And what, you won’t cough up seventy quid for a cab?” Jessica exclaimed.
“I’m meant to be going out with… shit. Ah fuck I’m dead. I’m fucking dead.” I sat on the kerb, head in my hands, suddenly remembering that I was in fact, engaged to be married.
“What? Why, what’s going on?” Jessica sat down next to me.
“I’m… engaged. I don’t think I told you, and I promised I’d take her out tomorrow, I’ve booked it all up and everything. Fuck, what have I done. What an idiot. I’ve got to go Jessica. I’m sorry.” I tried to stand up but tripped and landed back on my arse.
“Paul, listen, and listen carefully alright, FUCK HER, you’re with me now. Have a vodka, forget about her for now, and then, go to her tomorrow.” She poured 2 cups of vodka and handed me one. I downed it in one, wincing as the burn hit the back of my throat.
“How can I do that to her? I love her.”
Jessica forces another cup of vodka on to me. I instinctively take it and neck it, wincing again, my head starting to spin.
“Do I love her?” I ask Jessica.
“Well, if you reaallllyyyy did, then, would you have eaten me out on the sea wall?” Jessica replied with a smirk before punching my arm. “Cheer up soppy bollocks, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, and I sure as shit ain’t going to tell her.”
“Fair point. Fine, fine, I’ll order the cab.” I go to stand and fall again. “I think…. this Vodka is working.”
I laid on the floor and pulled my phone out of my pocket, squinting at the numbers I called the cab office and ordered the cab.
The cab arrived and we both bundled into the back seat. I could feel the interior spinning so opened the window. I laid back my head on the headrest and closed my eyes. When I opened them next, Jessica was paying the driver.
“Come on, let’s get you inside, you’re fucked,” she said to me.
“Thanks drive. Fuck.” I fall out of the cab onto the pavement. “Fucking vodka.”
Jessica helped me to my feet and sort of supported me into her flat. Once inside, she helped me strip off and laid me on her bed.
“No sleeping. I want to fuck again,” she said as she climbed on top of me and started grinding her pussy down on my cock. It didn’t take long for the desired effect to take hold, and for me to sober up.
I raised my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, tongue slowly darting out and flicking around it. I reached down behind her and placed a hand on her arse, gently spanking it as I felt my cock grow. I could feel her pussy starting to moisten, her juices being plastered all over my cock as she rubbed herself up and down the length of it, before lifting herself up briefly, positioning herself correctly, and bringing herself back down, her cunt enveloping my shaft.
As she took the full length into her, she arched back, her head thrown back as she started to gyrate her hips, using my cock to get herself off. I grabbed hold of her arse with both hands and kneaded her cheeks, spreading them, and then closing them, fingers inching closer to her hole. Then I started to guide her into a rhythm. Guiding her up and down until she was bouncing on my cock.
I watched as her tits bounced up and down, she leant forward, her hair falling over her face, as she lowered her face to mine, her arms wrapping around my neck as she worked her hips expertly. Her lips met mine, and my mouth parted allowing her tongue to explore the depths. I felt her nails digging into the flesh of my back as her whole body started to convulse. She buried her face in the nape of my neck, as her cunt started to twitch. I could feel her grip tighten, and then it hit. She cried out.
“Oh fuck, Paul, don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
I flipped her over onto her back in one quick move, still coupled together, placed my arms at the crook of her knees, raised her legs in the air, and pushed my cock as deep as it could go, I pulled out and, slammed it back in. Faster and harder with every thrust. She pulled me down to her, her nails scratching at my back now, her lips on mine, her eyes rolled back in her head, unable to concentrate on kissing me, her hips moving in time to meet my thrusts. Her breaths getting shorter, sweat forming on her brow.
I could feel myself on the edge. I was close.
“I’m gonna cum, oh fuck,” I moaned in her ear.
“Yes, cum for me Paul. Fill me up, I’m ready. I’m so fucking close,” she replied, her fingernails digging deeper into my back, pain, and pleasure, all at once.
Then, before either of us could finish, her door flew open. Her mum was just stood there, coffee in hand. Her dog came bursting into the room, jumped on to the bed, excited, and in his excitement, fucking pissed everywhere.
For the second time that day, I found myself scrambling to cover myself up. Her mum just laughed and walked off down the hall.
“Breakfast will be ready in five you two lovebirds.”
“Well, that’s fucked that then,” I say, unable to do anything but laugh.
Jessica started laughing too. I stood up and looked in the mirror. My back was ripped to shreds. “How the fuck do I explain that?” I ask, more to myself than to anyone else.
Jessica just shrugged before throwing a robe on, and then leaving the room.
