Something A Lot Like Love - A Getting There Story

Don't Hook Up With That One Girl You're Totally Going To Hook Up With Later

David was fucking Reign roughly 20 minutes after he swore he wasn't going to fuck Reign.

She grinded on top of him back and forth, her purple nails dug into David's shoulders. Her raven hair hung down covering her pale, supple breasts. Her head was tilted upward toward the ceiling, preventing David from staring into her turquoise eyes. Though David's hands firmly squeezed her perfect, luscious ass, Reign was, as always, in complete control.

Reign moaned loud enough that her whole dorm building could hear her. David often wondered if she actually got that much pleasure of having him inside her or whether the moaning was meant to let everyone in the near vicinity know that she was getting off. Either way, he didn't care in that moment. He was close to finishing.

"Oh my god," Reign shouted as she gyrated up and down on top of him. "Fuck yes. I'm almost there.

David couldn't stop if he wanted to. She had him pinned down so tightly on her twin bed mattress, it was as if he was trapped. He didn't mind, though. He, too, was close.

"I'm about to cum," he breathed. "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh my God me too," she breathed. "Almost...there...yes...yes!"

Reign suddenly stopped moving and let out the loudest moan yet. Her back arched as her eyes continued to look up to the ceiling. She had finished, David was sure of it. Reign wasn't the type to fake an orgasm for someone else's satisfaction. Now, it was his turn.

"That was great," Reign gasped. "Good work."

Reign pulled herself off of David and got off the bed, walking towards the bathroom.

David was bewildered. Was she coming back? Was this some kind of mid-fornication foreplay or something? What was going on?

"Next time I'm gonna hold your wrists down, though," she shouted from inside the bathroom. "You know I hate it when you grab my ass so hard."

David grew even more confused.

"You've never told me tha-what's going on now?" David felt it was best to switch to the more urgent matter at hand. He was in his 30's now. His dick wasn't going to stay hard forever.

"What do you mean?" she asked, emerging from the bathroom with an orange halter top.

"Well," David stammered nervously. "I just mean...I told you I was close to finishing."

"Yeah?" Reign asked confusedly. "And I told you I was about to finish too and then I did."

David opened his mouth to speak, but was unsure of how to respond to a statement that sounded so confident that also managed to explain nothing at the same time.

"Well it's just that," he began tapering off. "That's great that you finished and I'm happy for you. I was just hoping that maybe I could finish too."

Reign rolled her eyes as she put on her panties.

"Yeah," she scoffed. "Of course you would."

Now David was really confused. Yet somehow he was not yet surprised.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Oh nothing," she said, which David knew meant he was in for it. "I just think it's funny how I told you literally two days ago about that Vice article I read that talked about how women need to start empowering themselves during sex. How the idea that sex was over when men finish is just a patriarchal myth. How about we let women decide when they're done? Do you seriously not remember me telling you any of this?"