“How long has it been?”
“Since douche-hole and I broke up.”
“But that’s…”
“Six months. Yeah.”
He shuddered, looking down at the curve of her back as she pressed against him. So beautiful, and so sexual… their couplings of the night before and that day so far were like a revelation to him, so hungry and ardent she was, and how comfortable she was in her own skin. It was, he realized with a start, the best sex he’d ever had with a woman. The fact that she had gone without for six entire months was tragic, and he said so.
“Tragic. Yup, that’s the word. Betty’s been getting quite the workout.”
“Betty?”
“My vibrator. I had to buy her after I broke Wilma.”
“But why?”
“Overuse.”
“No,” he laughed, squeezing her closer. “Why the abstinence? It’s not like you’d have any difficulty seducing a guy.”
She wrinkled her nose in a moue of distaste. “I suppose. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been out with anyone, or haven’t been hit on. But after Asshat the Cheater, I was just so sick of the fucking games. I mean, really, if he’d said ‘Look, we live in different cities and go to different schools—what do you say we see other people?’4, I’d have respected that. I don’t know if I would have agreed, but at least that would have been honest. As it was, I suddenly discover he’s been fucking this blonde for months, all the while pretending we were still exclusive.”
“How did you find out?”
She snorted in disgust. “That’s the other thing. An anonymous email, which I later discovered was sent by another girl he’d been fucking, who was jealous that he’d thrown her over for blondie. See what I mean about the fucking games?”
He nodded.
“Anyway, by the time school started this year, I was just so done with it all. For two months I just couldn’t be bothered. Then I started going out again, but I think my disgust meter was just too sensitive. It didn’t take much to trip it. I was a total bitch to a lot of guys. Not that I regret that—anything douchey, anything stupid they said as a pickup line, I was just, like, go fuck yourself. And anyone who made it past that first contact, it just seemed they were all too into Asian chicks. The number of times I’ve been asked if I have a schoolgirl outfit… I mean, I’ve gotten that since high school, and my ex was always on me to dress up like that for him, but these last few months it just pissed me off.”
“Did you?” Jonathan couldn’t help asking. “Dress up for him?”
“No,” she said, and stuck her tongue out at him. “So don’t think of asking. I wondered for a while if he started fucking around on me because I wouldn’t satisfy his fantasy of the submissive geisha girl or something. But then I came to my senses and realized, no… he was just an asshole.”
“But you still use Sailor Mercury as your handle.”
“Well, what can I say? I loved that show when I was younger. I always identified with her; I was the nerd as a kid, the one who was obsessed with homework, who was shy and demure. But that was also the time I discovered masturbation. I did it all the fucking time. I started to imagine that Sailor Mercury was really the one with the amazing sexual inner life.”
“It’s always the quiet ones.”
She laughed out loud. “You’re one to talk, hot nerd!” she said, and kissed him deeply. “Sometimes the clichés are rooted in truth, you know.”
She sighed again, and lazily ran her nails down Jonathan’s belly. “But I was still horny. That’s where Wilma came in. And the chat rooms and the gay porn.” She smiled at him crookedly.
“It just now occurs to me,” he said slowly, “that what led us to this point was you wanting to watch men have sex, but we haven’t talked about it at all since I came over last night.”
She grinned at him, and let her fingertips drift down his belly and under the bedsheet to lightly caress his soft cock. “What can I say? You’re such an amazing lay, you obliterated all such thoughts from my head.”
He shivered with pleasure, both at her compliment and what her fingers were doing to his stiffening cock. “Really?”
“Yes, really. You seem surprised.”
“A little. I always just figured I was just OK.”
“Hmm,” she murmured as she nuzzled into his neck. “It’s obvious you actually believe that, too. I suppose that makes sense; all the guys I’ve been with, my ex included, who thought they were pure bundles of sex? They’re the ones who are just OK. Just OK on a good day. A lot of them were simply shit. But you? You like women.”
“Uh… yeah. Most guys do.”
But she shook her head emphatically. “No. Most guys like sex, and most guys like to be flattered by their imagined reflections, like women are mirrors. You like women. I could always tell. It was one of the reasons I had a crush on you.”
“Had?”
“Have.” She smiled wickedly, encircling his now-hard cock with her thumb and forefinger. “Don’t worry, I want to hear lots about your man-on-man fun times. But for now, I’m just kind of enjoying you.”
She slid the sheet away from his pelvis and bent down, taking his cock in her mouth with an appreciative moan. He moaned in concert with her, running his hands through the tousled silky pitch of her hair, giving himself over to the sensation of her tongue and lips. After a few minutes however, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off. In answer to her quizzical look, he gasped, “There’s a problem with how you suck me.”
“What?” she asked, a note of concern creeping into her voice.
He flipped her onto her back. “It makes me want to fuck you.”
She laughed throatily, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
***
They spent the rest of the day naked in bed, dressing only when hunger drove them to order a pizza.
“At this rate, I’ll be in school forever,” she laughed. “I keep hoping I can pick up two degrees in the process. It will take me a few extra years, but my parents are happy so long as I’m in university and getting good grades.”
She asked him about his studies and his interests, finally coming around to asking about the League and how it started. He gave her a detailed history that left out names. He wondered if she had guessed. He was fairly constantly in Gavin and Peter’s company, but she didn’t move in quite the same circles. One way or another, she respected that he could not name them without their permission, and didn’t prod.
She was however delighted with the details he gave, and he could see her getting turned on again.
“What’s it like,” she asked, “Getting fucked?”
“Have you ever had anal sex?”
“No. Not that I’m opposed to the idea, but it was another one of those things my ex was always on about. I’d just about come around to trying it, but then blondie happened.”
“Well it’s probably easier to show you, but I’ll let you come to that in your own time,” he grinned. “But really it feels amazing, though it’s probably one of the weirdest sensations at first. You feel full. And there’s pain at first. But then once you’re acclimated, the feeling is sublime.”
“Hmmm. Well maybe I will have to try it. What if I used a dildo on you? Would you like that?”
“Why not? But if you want to peg me, I’d prefer you go all the way and get a strapon.”
She colored slightly, and shifted her hips with a sigh. “That would be better for you?”
“If you’re going to fuck me, I want you to fuck me,” he replied, feeling his voice get thick. “I want to feel you behind me, or look up at you while you do it. Because getting fucked isn’t just about having something shoved in your ass. It’s feeling the whole body of the person fucking you.”
“OK, then,” she said, her voice similarly hoarse with desire. “Let’s add that to the list, shall we?” She stood and stepped out of her pyjama pants, turning to rest her forearms on the couch and present her perfectly round ass to Jonathan. “But for now, I really think I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
He obliged her with a growl, hurriedly taking off his jeans and gripping her hips. She reached between her thighs and guided his cock into her. She was wet, practically dripping, and he slid his cock home with one hard thrust. She cried out when his hips slammed into her ass. For a long moment he held himself there, running his fingernails up and down her spine until she looked at him over her shoulder with slitted eyes and snarled, “Fuck. Me.”
He obliged her, rocking hard back and forth on his knees, slamming into her with increasing speed while she keened a cry of ecstasy.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Fuck me,” she panted, and with a loud cry said, “Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” She reached back with one hand and grabbed his hip, holding him tight to her while her body shuddered and spasmed with the force of her orgasm. She collapsed forward onto the couch.
“Holy shit. That was a big one,” she gasped.
Still deep inside her, he started fucking her again, slowly, leisurely, while she purred in appreciation. After a moment she pulled forward off of him and then back again with a dip of her hips so that his glistening cock came to rest in the cleft of her buttocks. She rocked slowly back and forth, making him shiver with pleasure as he rode her valley. She raised her ass slightly, so that the head of his cock pressed against her anus.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Just a little bit,” she said. “Let’s see what happens.”
He pondered whether he should go and fetch her lube from her room, but she had been so wet when they fucked that his cock was about as slippery as it could be. So he pressed tentatively against her puckered hole, feeling it give slightly. She whimpered.
“Should I stop?”
“No,” she gasped. “Just… go slow.”
He pressed again, then eased off, slowly stretching her. He flashed to the first time he’d fucked Gavin, which had been Gavin’s first time as well, recalling how he’d had to enter him fractionally while he alternated between little inhales of pain and moans of pleasure. Lauryn was so much tighter, and he worried about hurting her. But she twisted her hips slightly and pressed backward and paused to gasp as the head popped through her sphincter.
“Still OK?” he asked worriedly.
“I see what you mean about feeling full,” she said in a slightly strangled voice.
“We should stop.”
“No! Just give me a second.”
They paused, and then she slowly pushed back against him. She was so very tight, he had to focus to keep himself present and not give in to the temptation to slide himself home. When he was halfway, he could already start to feel the first stirrings of his orgasm.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out,” he gasped.
“This one time, that’s OK,” she said with a little laugh.
After another few moments, she managed to slide herself down on him all the way.
“You OK?” he asked.
“Yes.” He started to slide backward and she let out a surprised little moan. “Oh. My.”
He recognized that moan, remembering giving it himself. He started to fuck her very slowly. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“Oh… ah. Good. Mmm.” She rolled her hips against him. “Very interesting. Oh… yes, that’s good. Oh. Fuck. I could get used to this.”
He tentatively fucked her a little faster, and she responded by pushing herself ardently back on his cock, catching him by surprise.
“Oh holy shit,” he gasped. “I’m going to come.”
“Mmm, yes. Come in me.”
He thrust deep in her as his cock spasmed. She felt it twitch and emitted a little keening cry of pleasure. He collapsed on her, and they rolled sideways off the couch onto the floor, spooning, his softening cock still inside her.
She sighed. “Well, I think we’re going to have to do that again,” she murmured, reaching back with her hand to caress his cheek. “But I think we might have to actually go outside tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“To go strapon shopping, silly. Turnabout is fair play.”
He kissed the nape of her neck. “That’s tough, but fair.”
