I've grown some teeth...
What the actual fuck was that?! I ran my hand through my dark curls as Dr. Todd eyed my meager assortment of red wine. It was the same routine every week. He'd come over and peruse my collection for a bottle that would barely meet his standards. Fucking Dallas snob.
"You really need to invest in something more full bodied..." He bitched as if right on cue.
"Is that so?" I rolled my eyes as I shoved the straps of my little black dress down my arms, until the satin pooled at my feet. "Because here I thought I was full bodied enough for you..."
Dr. Todd rose and turned slowly at the purr in my voice, his big baby blues appreciating my full breasts and the sway of my hips. I wasn't exactly an expert in men, but the one thing that Hollywood had gotten right, was that they were all a little predictable. Dangle a carrot, or a set of boobs in front of their eyes, and they became very singular minded. Sex. Sex. Sex.
"Oh darling, your body is perfect." The wine fridge hung open forgotten as he crossed the room, ripping my black cotton bra down until the straps dug into the edges of my elbows and the cups dug into my ribs.
I knew his compliment was just the lust talking, but still appreciated it as his tongue lapped at my nipple. He might be a bit of a novice in the penetration portion of our encounters, but the foreplay actually wasn't half bad.
I moaned as his hands clumsily scraped my bra down the rest of the way off my body, followed in quick succession by my thong. I swayed as he dropped to his knees in front of me, and threaded my hand into his silky blonde hair as his mouth almost found my clit. He was always so close, but never quite on target. It was a wonder he'd graduated medical school with his ineptitude for the female anatomy.
"A little higher." I instructed, resisting the overwhelming urge to shove his head where I wanted it. His lips trailed up higher, and he licked for a few moments until finally finding my tiny pink nub. Mmmmmm I moaned encouragingly, letting him know he'd found my sweet spot.
"You like that, baby?" His voice vibrated against me and I moaned again.
"Yeah." I rasped, fisting my fingers in tighter as my eyes fluttered open. As his tongue worked me in awkward large circles, my eyes began to wander around the living room. The wine fridge still needed to be closed, and the flowers on the dining table desperately needed water.
"Are you getting close?" His fingers dug into the backs of my legs. Always so impatient.
"Yeah." I lied, moaning again for good measure. The truth was, I never got off with Dr. Todd. Not once. Fooling around with him always started the same way it ended. With disappointment and an award for acting performance on my part.
Bailey Sawyers in the leading role of : The Post-Orgasmic Woman
A subtle shifting stole my attention away from the flowers, and out to the side yard. Beyond the bay windows and the well kept grass, up a handful of peeling white porch steps, still stood Hudson Kincaid. His beer bottle was pressed against his smirking lips, and one of his large hands hung tucked in the front pocket of his black dress slacks. He didn't shy away from the dim yellow patio lighting, as his pale blue eyes watched me. Naked. I was so fucking naked standing here.
I barely felt Dr. Todd move back to look up at me. "Are you going to come, or should we just call it?" His tone was bored, but I barely heard him past the rush of blood in my ears. Hudson was watching. Watching my acting performance and not believing a damn second of it based on his self-satisfied smirk.
"I'm almost there. Just a little longer." I gritted, shoving my fingers back into Dr. Todd's hair, and practically shoved him back against me. His hands flailed for a moment, before his lips latched onto me again.
"Oh my god! YES!!! Right there!" I screamed so loudly, I almost startled myself. "Don't stop, don't stop." I tweaked my own nipple, my smile spread wide like I was in absolute heaven. "Oh FUCK! I'm coming!" I shouted, grinding my face against Dr. Todd and throwing my head back so hard my neck cracked.
Dr. Todd smiled against me as he helped me ride my imaginary orgasm. I even added in a few shudders there at the end to sell it. Not that I needed to. I really was a hell of an actress.
"Fuck baby, that was hot." He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his white dress shirt. "My turn." He yanked me down by the backs of my legs until we were both a mess of nakedness on the cheap laminate floor.
"Turn over." His palms were damp as he flipped me onto all fours and entered me quickly from behind, barely stealing his condom from his pocket before breaching my entrance. I didn't fuck without one. Not since...
My eyes trailed back to the windows as my vision shook in time with Dr. Todd's incessant shallow jackhammering thrusts. He was close already.
"Oh yeah, baby!" I whined while rolling my eyes, my gaze still stuck to those bay windows and the boy that stood beyond it. His presence standing there was the only thing that kept my heart pounding, and my body slick with want. It certainly wasn't Dr. Todd's loud grunting or his slick hands.
"I'm going to come!" He announced proudly. Yeah, no kidding.
"Me too." My last lie of the evening. The one where Todd thought he'd brought me to orgasm, not once, but twice. Little did he know, the only relief I got was from my neon pink vibrator in my bedside table when he left in a half hour after the polite glass of wine.
I felt him pulse inside of me, twice, as his fingers cut into my hips, no doubt leaving long lean indentations. He was usually noisy when he came, but today he stayed silent. Another of life's little blessings.
Dr. Todd's big, sweaty body came to rest across my back, and his labored breaths almost made me laugh. He acted like he'd just ran a marathon, when in reality our love making maybe lasted five minutes. And that was being kind.
"Why don't you go and get cleaned up, and I'll pour us a glass of wine?" I rolled discreetly out from underneath him, not understanding why I suddenly felt so cheap. We were adults, and this was consensual. So why did I feel so...guilty?!
As I busied myself in the kitchen, pulling two stemless wine glasses out of the far cabinet, I avoided the windows at all costs. My heady naked confidence earlier had popped like a balloon. Now, I just felt deflated and defeated, and sexually frustrated. How was it even possible to be sexually frustrated while having regular sex?! It should be an oxymoron, but the ache between my legs argued differently.
Me and my aching core hustled to the open wine fridge and blindly selected a bottle, forcing it open with my weathered wine opener. I needed alcohol and some fucking window blinds. The bathroom sink ran as I poured the crimson liquid into the first wine glass, and my eyes finally found the window.
"Please for the love of God, tell me you aren't using those Dollar Store stemless wine glasses again..." Dr. Todd bitched and I reached forward, spilling the entire glass I'd just poured down my throat.
"Of course not." I choked in a breath, staring at the now empty Kincaid porch as Dr. Todd reached around me for the long stemmed glasses. The ones he liked. The ones I couldn't stand.
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The Impact of Intimacy
Romance***ONGOING*** Being the only virgin left in small town, Texas was a major fucking buzz kill. Bailey Sawyers didn't get invited to parties, she didn't get to gossip with the girls, and Bryce Hall certainly never looked in her direction. Which was wh...
