Sodden Tryst

I had plans for yesterday. I wanted to see Chris and I wanted it to end up so I stayed at his house with him because I love going to sleep with either him holding me or me holding him and waking up with him right there next to me. Well, sometimes waking to him above me and my bottoms missing, hehe. Nothing compares to it. Anyway, I had to work it so my parents didn't go to the football game and find out that I had quit band. I told them I was starting my new job and they said they wouldn't come visit me since it was my first day. There, I had my day covered. Well, at least my alibi. I was also supposed to go running with my best friend but she didn't wake up in enough time which worked out because I didn't have enough gas to drive to campus anyway. I wandered around the mall for a while, trying to find something to occupy my time with until 4, when I could return to my home without raising any suspicions. I tried to get ahold of a few friends but nobody would pick up their phone. Well, that or they didn't come home from college for the weekend. Losers. Well, I managed to waste my time by discussing the pros and cons of the Wii (huzzah!) and the PS3 with my friends who work at GameStop. I showered and worked on my room and bit, waiting for the perfect time to set my plan in motion. I made the call, subtley getting him to invite me over to his job for some free food and to show off my cuteness. Honestly, how can he resist me? So, I had to wait a little longer because he had to make a delivery but I finally showed up. There were a lot of people there! Apparently, some kid turned 16 and so they had invited the entire family (cousins included) and half of the town. Well, I went in anyway and Chris saw me and got a smile on his face. It always makes me so happy when he's happy to see me. That on top of the fact that I'm happy to see him just makes me one huge fucking peach. Hah. So, anyway, we chit chatted while I tried to figure out what it was I wanted to eat when his manager or superior came over and bugged him. He said something along the lines of, "Oh, it's that one girl." And Chris replies, "The girl I brought to JC Maxey's that one night." Ouch. I think that hurt my heart. Jealousy rears it's ugly head but I have no right to be jealous...sort of. We're not dating but, hey!, we're still hooking up and hanging out. Ok, more on that later. Anyway, I casually ask, "What girl'd you take up to Maxey's?" To which he replies, "You." I feel stupid and let out a soft "oh". Haha, I need to stop jumping to conclusions. We go back to him rambling off what I could possibly get and me trying to decide but not really paying attention because, come on, it's hard to when the guy in front of you is so amazingly attractive and you know what it feels like to be held against that body and to kiss those lips and yadda yadda yadda. His superior decides to come out and be an asshole and what not and so I tell Chris to go take care of it while I glanced at the menu. I finally ordered and asked why that guy was being such a prick and he said it was because he was showing off for me. Since when is being an asshole to my friend make someone seem more appealing? Well, I got my mini pizza and headed off to the bar. Chris told me he'd be there in seven minutes so I figured I'd get into a game or two with Shannon. It turns out Shannon didn't want to play so I played King's in the Corner with Bucher. An hour went by and Chris still hadn't shown. I was getting to ready to leave when he finally came in through the back. He joined in our card game and I started to whoop ass. Then Bucher told him to by me a drink. Well, I hadn't planned on drinking but I had planned on smoking a bowl with Chris since last time I had gone over to his house he had offered and now that I wasn't going into the Navy, I could. Well, I ended up getting drunk. Two bud lights, a baja rose, and a Lord Calvert and Dr Pepper. I'm such a cheap drunk...haha. When Chris ordered me the Lord, he put his hand to his head and went, "It's going to be one of those nights again." I inquired as to what he meant and he said, "You're going to be throwing up." I pinkie swore I would do no such thing and that of all the times I'd been drunk around him, I'd only thrown up twice. He told me his story of how he couldn't even stand the smell of Lord anymore because he had gotten so sick over it while he and his buddies had taken fishing trips. While I sipped away at my drink (which wasn't so bad...until it got down to the bottom), I told Chris about how I wanted to smoke, but not a cigarette. He told me not to do drugs and I asked him how could say that to me when, 1., he offered it up last time and, 2., he did it quite often. He just took a sip of his Corona and I took a cigarette. It was surprisingly good and hit the spot. I was happy that it didn't make me sick anymore so that I could hang out with my friends and not be rude by covering my face. Well, my drink was nearing the bottom and he decided to take a sip and made that, "omg, ew, pwned by teh alcohol!" face. We finished our drinks and got up. Bucher's parting comment was, "Name it after me!" Yeah, so funny, not. Chris asked if I was ok to drive and, well, I may not have been but I did. He pulled out and I followed. I happened to be looking down at my phone, trying to find Alex's phone number and, when I looked up, I freaked because I was just about to hit a car. I swerved and missed and five seconds later, oh!, a cop! Well, we crossed the bridge and Chris went left and I went right, going to take Vine St since I had traveled it several times and had never gone left and it would probably freak me out even though I would've been following him. Well, I has 1/4 the way up the street when my phone rang. I thought it was Alex calling me back but it was Chris. He asked where I was and I told him and then I hung up. I saw a car behind me and didn't think anything of it. I pulled in at Chris's house and he pulled up behind me. I thought he would've been coming from the other direction but it turned out that he turned around and came after me because he was worried. He told me I drove on Vine St too fast for being drunk. Pfft. But I thought it was cute that he cared enough to come back for me to make sure nothing bad happened.


We entered his room and he stripped while I just stared him down, taking in his body and steadying myself. He crawled into bed and I took my turn to strip. I don't know if he bothered to glance or not but I made a show of it for him, either way. I slipped my newest sleepware on (a black and teal stripped shirt that comes to mid-thigh) and hopped on to the other side of our bed. I crouched there, swaying from side to side and talked to him, asking a bunch of questions like why he took so long getting to the bar and why he came back for me, the former which I don't remember getting an answer to. Anyway, I must've been tempting him or he thought I was waiting to have sex because he put the paper up and told me to turn off the light. Once I switched it off, I was pulled down to him for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, trying to get as much of him against my body as I could. I couldn't get enough. My hands roamed against his warmth, my mouth moving to his neck so I could taste his skin. We groped and rolled and grinded for awhile, making up for lost time and me throwing myself more into it because I had no inhibitions. We broke apart from biting and nibbling so I could get his pants off. Tonight, he didn't even bother to ask what was up, just *poof* the pants were gone and I had thrown them across the room. I slid my hands down his body and admired what I feel is mine and mine alone. I trailed kisses from the edge of his hip to his groin and repeated the process on the other side before I took him into my mouth. He was so soft and velvety and solid, it sent a thrill racing through my body, causing me to moan. My love of giving head had returned and I was so ready to start enjoying it. I worked him with my mouth and hand more vigorously than I ever had before. I heard him start making sounds with his head back and eyes closed. It made me shiver and writhe even more, grinding against his leg while I kept up my rhythm. Sometime during this, my clothes ended up getting pulled off and thrown to the side. Well, all except for my underwear. I had to stop and catch my breath and apparently that was too long for him. I was flipped onto my back, much to my delight. His lips worked across my body, sucking and biting at my neck, breasts, and that extremely sensitive spot where leg meets tummy. I arched my back and raked my nails down his. He trailed his fingers down and caressed me, causing my body to buck up and writhe. He continued until I was pulling at his hand and commanding him to stop. I sat up and turned him. He fought somewhat, questioning what I was doing since I'm usually begging by now to have him fuck me. I pushed him onto his back and he tried to sit up. I straddled him and pressed on his shoulders to keep him down. He got excited once he realized what I was after. He worked himself inside of me and off I went. I had so much energy and I was pumped to be finally be in this position and have energy to go to town. I started to ride him, not just up and down or back and worth but in a circular motion. I have never told him this but it really gets me going to hear him say the things he does. Especially when he says "Oh yeah". That voice, filled with such desire and I'm the reason for it, so fucking hot. I wanted to more. I wanted it faster. I did just that. Then he rose and shoved me on my back again, telling me we were causing too much noise. I couldn't catch my breath just yet and it was made more difficult because he was suddenly in me, all at once. I gasped and threw my head back. He worked himself in and out, slowly, too slowly for what I wanted. I wrapped my legs around him and met him for every thrust. I grabbed his ass and pulled him at me, trying to coax him to go faster. He stopped and rests his forehead against mine, saying we were making too much noise. I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. "Floor. Move to the floor. Now. Fast." We moved. I stumbled because I was still drunk and extremely hyped up. We throw the comforter on the floor and I stand there. Posing so he can take me all in before we get back to business. I push him down to his knees and follow. I put my hands on his shoulder and lightly push him back as he puts an arm around my waist and draws me in for a kiss. We manage to keep our lips locked while he gets on his back. I help him back in me and get my desire to go to town. The blanket is helping much because it's sliding while I try and keep my rhythm. I change my angle by sitting up and I'm caught by surprise because suddenly it feels better than it ever has. He's thrusting up as I'm grinding and I can't help but moan and cry out. I have to cover my mouth because he keeps telling me to be quieter. He stops me and tells me he wants to fuck me. I'm confused. He always fucks me, I don't fuck him that often but what the boy wants, I shall eagerly supply. I am gently swept onto my back. We share a tender kiss before he slides into me. He's going slow again and it's driving me mad. I'm begging and pleading, telling him to fuck me, that I want more, that I want him to slam into me until it's almost painful. He pulls me legs up and puts them on his shoulders and does what I ask for. It feels so good and the sight of him fucking me is driving me wild. I grab onto my arm with my teeth and bite down. Too hard. I grab a corner of the blanket and shove it my mouth to muffle my moans and to bite on something. He's crying out my name and fucking me hard and fast but it's not enough. I need more. I get up and I feel something liquid sliding out after he pulls out. I question because I didn't feel him cum but he says he hasn't and I believe him, he's still hard and his balls are still so tight. I realized that it was my own juices sliding out and the just makes me want more because I'm still aching with the burning need. I turn my back to him on my knees and tell him to go to town. He knows this is my absolute favorite position so he doesn't question. He starts fucking me, in and out, up and down. I'm crying out even more, he's hitting me deeper and more than before. I'm still not getting enough. I beg him to slam me harder, to smack my ass. He calls me his little slut and says "You love me fucking you, don't you?" I eagerly agree to everything he says. I'm his little slut, his little sex toy. I'm his to take and do with what he pleases. I feel like I'm about to lose control of myself when he stops. I whimper and press back up against him. I get a flash of what he's about to. No, no, not the ass, please no. But he can't, it's too tight. I'm clenching too much and fighting him. He goes back to his original game and fucks me again. I press against and moan and the climax is coming again. Just as he comes, I feel my release, too, and I can't believe we've gone together. I never even regularly cum but I've done it twice now. He collapses on top of me and catches his breath. We're laying there and I'm giggling because I'm so un-fuckin'-believeably happy. He pulls out a bit and I catch my breath. He shoves back in and I arch my back against him. He keeps going in and out and all of the sudden I'm ready again, ready to be fucked and had. He stops and completely pulls out. I whimper as he stands. "Please, come back and fuck me more." He says no and grabs his clothes and tells me to get up so we can go to bed. I can't. I honestly cannot. My legs are weak and shaking with a fine tremor that means I was on the edge, about ready to reach my release again. He helps me up and we find our pajamas. As we're lying in bed, his head on the pillows, me cuddling up against his legs and using them as a pillow, I ask if I'm any good. He asks if I mean sex and tell him, "No, you've told me on several different occasions how amazing I am and not just me, but some of your friends, as well. My best friend, too!" He says if I mean head and I say yes. He tells me I'm decent but he's never really been a fan of it. I laughed at him and asked why he's always asking me to suck his cock if he's not that big of a fan. He smiles and shrugs.


I started to drift off, laying on his legs as he watched tv, when it struck me. I was just drunk enough that I almost let it slip out. It was the right moment, for me at least. Those three words pressed up against my lips and tried to get out. I love you. I wanted to say it so bad but then what? Would he only run away again and all this progress be lost? I don't know. I didn't want to find out. I wanted to ask why he didn't just date me. Not much would change except that he would go back to officially claiming me. I loved it when he would introduce me and have that smile on his face when he said, "This is my girl." My girl. His. I was his. I still am, more than I think he knows. He might. He knows me all too well. I think he may be falling for me again. Just the little things give me any indication of this. Like kisses goodbye, kisses goodnight. Coming over to my house after a long flight to relax, not even for sex. Calling and asking if I'm hungry because he's getting food and my house is nearby. Offering to take me to a movie to make me feel better about the fact the our plans didn't work out to go to Fright Farm. Kissing my forehead when we hug. The little things like that. I know we could work. Who gives a fuck if my dad is his teacher? They'll get over it. We don't need to spend every minute of every day together. We don't even have to see each other every day. I've grown accustomed to not seeing him every day. I could handle just seeing him on the weekends. I could even go two weeks without seeing him, as long as we got to talk on the phone. He is my world, my everything, but I could spend time with my other friends and let him have his guy time with his friends. We could work out. Learn from the past.

Whether we get together in the near future or not, I know one thing hasn't changed. I know we'll still end up in the same place he wanted us to go so many months ago.

We will still end up getting married. He is my one and only and I love him completely.