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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,705
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
5 Months Later
It’d been five months since they were alone. Casey hadn’t said a word to Trina in all that time, she didn’t even show a hint that anything had happened between them at all –not even when Rick managed to stand beside her and lean down to lick her neck when no one was looking. Five months of him touching her, standing near her, brushing his hand against her breast when he could, whispering invitations in her ear. She’d never once taken him up on any of his offers.
He was having steady sex with Trina. Once every week, every Thursday when she didn’t have work. Sometimes on a Saturday night. What else was he supposed to do? Trina had gotten herself a car, so Casey had distanced herself. He hadn’t seen her so much, and now here they were. Alone for the first time in forever. His car had broken down at work; Trina’s was in the shop for a checkup, so Casey came to the rescue. She picked both of them up, dropping Trina off so she could be home before her parents. Now they were alone together. Rick with Casey. Five months later.
She looked fabulous in a sundress. A black, gothic number with thin straps and plenty of chains and satin ribbons crisscrossing front and back. He wondered if she was wearing underwear.
“You want to come up for a drink?” He offered.
Casey finished parking and tuned down her music. “What?”
“Do you want to come up for a drinkHe rHe repeated.
She stared off in front of her for a second. She looked serious, like she’d been thinking of something deep just a moment before. “Okay.”
She unbuckled, grabbed her purse, and walked ahead of him. “What’s your flavor?”
“Just some juice if you’ve got any.” She clicked the door shut and walked further in, looking around.
Rick went to the fridge. In reality, he was stalling for time, thinking of just how to get her naked.
“We need to talk,” she said from the doorframe. He turned to see that same serious look on her face. Only this time, she was staring at him. He didn’t like seeing her like that –like she was going to say something meaningful for once, and he wasn’t going to like it.
So he went over, stroked her neck, leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Rick…”
He flicked his tongue across her upper lip, and it was like flipping a switch. Casey took his tongue into her mouth, dueling him with her own. He felt behind her back and unzipped her, pushing the thin straps until her dress pooled on the floor. She got his shirt off, and they both kicked their shoes in different directions as he backed her towards the couch. Her purse flew from her wrist as he cupped her ass and she wrapped her legs around him, working his pants open. This time he had everything covered. Lotion and condoms right under the cushions. He was determined to keep Casey for more than 4 minutes. But the first time was always a rush.
He didn’t get a condom on, butdidndidn’t matter. Casey muttered something about using a patch. She hadn’t been wearing underwear yet again. “Why do you do that?” he had to ask. “No bra, no panties, never.”
“Only if I’m in a skirt or dress.”
He laid her down on the couch and began thrusting. One of her legs went up over the back, and the other cradled his butt. The first time they were done in 3 minutes. But Rick had collapsed on top of her, pinning her down.
A moment later, they switcheddoggdoggie style with her leaning over the back of the couch. And a while after that, she was on top again. And then, at last, they took their time.
He was having steady sex with Trina. Once every week, every Thursday when she didn’t have work. Sometimes on a Saturday night. What else was he supposed to do? Trina had gotten herself a car, so Casey had distanced herself. He hadn’t seen her so much, and now here they were. Alone for the first time in forever. His car had broken down at work; Trina’s was in the shop for a checkup, so Casey came to the rescue. She picked both of them up, dropping Trina off so she could be home before her parents. Now they were alone together. Rick with Casey. Five months later.
She looked fabulous in a sundress. A black, gothic number with thin straps and plenty of chains and satin ribbons crisscrossing front and back. He wondered if she was wearing underwear.
“You want to come up for a drink?” He offered.
Casey finished parking and tuned down her music. “What?”
“Do you want to come up for a drinkHe rHe repeated.
She stared off in front of her for a second. She looked serious, like she’d been thinking of something deep just a moment before. “Okay.”
She unbuckled, grabbed her purse, and walked ahead of him. “What’s your flavor?”
“Just some juice if you’ve got any.” She clicked the door shut and walked further in, looking around.
Rick went to the fridge. In reality, he was stalling for time, thinking of just how to get her naked.
“We need to talk,” she said from the doorframe. He turned to see that same serious look on her face. Only this time, she was staring at him. He didn’t like seeing her like that –like she was going to say something meaningful for once, and he wasn’t going to like it.
So he went over, stroked her neck, leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Rick…”
He flicked his tongue across her upper lip, and it was like flipping a switch. Casey took his tongue into her mouth, dueling him with her own. He felt behind her back and unzipped her, pushing the thin straps until her dress pooled on the floor. She got his shirt off, and they both kicked their shoes in different directions as he backed her towards the couch. Her purse flew from her wrist as he cupped her ass and she wrapped her legs around him, working his pants open. This time he had everything covered. Lotion and condoms right under the cushions. He was determined to keep Casey for more than 4 minutes. But the first time was always a rush.
He didn’t get a condom on, butdidndidn’t matter. Casey muttered something about using a patch. She hadn’t been wearing underwear yet again. “Why do you do that?” he had to ask. “No bra, no panties, never.”
“Only if I’m in a skirt or dress.”
He laid her down on the couch and began thrusting. One of her legs went up over the back, and the other cradled his butt. The first time they were done in 3 minutes. But Rick had collapsed on top of her, pinning her down.
A moment later, they switcheddoggdoggie style with her leaning over the back of the couch. And a while after that, she was on top again. And then, at last, they took their time.