Past Pain
I felt her begin to tease me, and if I weren't intoxicated, I would have complained. However, all that came out of my mouth was the sound of pure pleasure, in the form of moaning and heavy breathing. I opened my legs, holding them up with my toes as she spits and licked it right up. Still a bit sensitive from Lindy, I pulled her up to me and kissed her. She motioned as if she were going to return in between my legs, but I gave her an offer she couldn't resist. I got up, walked into my closet, and came back out with a dildo similar to her skin tone. Pink would have probably threatened her masculinity. I walked over to her, and placed it in her hand, then pointed to the bathroom. "I could have brought mine." She replied. I looked at her sarcastically. "Well then get in your car and drive twenty minutes while I stay here and keep your seat warm." She hated my sarcasm, and I knew it. "I can't put this on genius, there's no strap." I opened my legs again, looking her in her eyes. "Who said anything about putting it on? I want you to hear the sounds I make when it goes in and out." The look on her face told me she'd been doing it wrong up to now. She got close to it, enough to hear it-- just an I suggested. In the dark, things were just better. It left everything to my imagination. For example, I closed my eyes and felt a tip rubbing against my clit. I didn't know where it would go, or if it would even go anywhere. I couldn't see what she was doing, and it drove me crazy. Before I knew it, I was getting pre-cum all over the sheets. I guess that turned her on because I heard her moan shortly after inching it inside of me. I couldn't wait for this feeling. I felt myself open up more. "Yeah, that's right." "Open up that tight little pussy." I loved it when she called it that. "Fuck me." I demanded submissively. "Please.." I felt an entire eight inches penetrate me after what felt like an eternity. It was going in gently, and coming out even gentler. She knew how much my longing for her increased when she teased me. I wish I wasn't so hard to read. "You're right. It does sound good." She said quietly. She crawled closer to me and put her head by mine. At first, I had no idea what the point of that was. Then, it all became clear to me. I felt the speed intensify, and the strength behind each stroke was stronger than the last. I gripped her back so tightly that I thought I'd cut her skin with my nails-- and they weren't even that long. I felt my legs open wider, and my hunger for her passion increase. My nipples became so hard that I felt it without touching them. I caressed her muscular, soft shoulders as I begged for more. "Don't..stop.." I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and there's no other way to describe the pleasure I was feeling at that very moment. As hard as I tried, I just could not ditch the thought of Lindy. I couldn't help but to close my eyes, and imagine that it was her thrusting eight hard inches into me, desperate to hear me moan, to make me cum. To taste me. It was getting me there. Suddenly, I was about to cum, hard. Technically, it didn't count as faking it. It was all real, sort of. I started squirting, a lot. I felt a twitching sensation in my clit, which could only mean I was cumming at the same time. I felt a tingling sensation that ran up my spine and flowed through my body. "Lindy!" I shouted before I could even realize the mistake I made. My eyes widened. Jordan stopped almost immediately. At least I finished, I thought. "I'm sorry, did you just moan another person's name?" She looked as if she were on the verge of fiery anger. I nodded my head, embarrassed, and quite shocked. I never thought this would happen to me. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out. You were doing so good and my mind wandered-" She stood up. "I think I'm going to go." I was so confused as to why this affected her so much. "Why? Why are you so hurt by that? With all due respect, we aren't even together." The look on her eyes told me that I just set her heart on fire without even blinking an eye. "You know what, I've had feelings for you for two years now Alissa." No way, I thought. What the hell? "I was afraid to tell you because the sex was so good and I didn't want things to be awkward between us, but I can't hold it in anymore; it's just not healthy." She walked into the living room, and I followed, still speechless. She tossed me my robe. I walked over, and just before she began stumbling to the door, I grabbed her arm. "I can't let you drive drunk." "You can crash on the couch until the morning." She looked me in my eyes. "Who is Lindy?" I frowned at her. "Do you really want to know?" She shook her head slowly and turned away. I walked over to the dryer and grabbed my sheets. Lindy was making me spend a fortune on detergent. I handed Jordan the warm, gently used comforter. "Sleep it off, and we aren't having morning sex." As I made my way back to my room, she asked me a question I hadn't heard in so long. "Do you want to be with me?" Damn it. I thought I had avoided the situation so smoothly. I faced her, expressionless. I thought of the damage Lindy had done to my heart, how much effort I had put into our relationship, only for it all to crash, and come back as a friend with benefits relationship. I gave one hundred and ten percent to a woman I loved, and all I ever really got in return was an orgasm. Jordan was someone I could see myself with, but if she hurt me, I don't know how I would muster the strength to ignore yet another defeat. I shook my head slowly. "It's not you." She looked upset, but still, she came from a place of love. "I completely understand." I hadn't said anything to her about the situation, but somehow, I felt like she really did understand every single word. I started walking toward my room again. "Goodnight." On my nightstand, I saw my phone lighting up. It was Lindy. I decided she'd done enough damage for one night; I let it ring, as I dozed off to sleep.
