wrapped her legs around my waist as I pushed her against the tiled wall of the shower, the warm water rained down on us, our mouths danced and her nails scratched up my back again, it drove me insane.
I liked this girl, really liked her and began to doubt my own feelings. Her orgasm broke as she cried out, and mine followed shortly after. She was incredible and I didn’t know if I could handle just being someone she wanted to have sex with. Maybe I did want more.
I gazed into her smouldering eyes, she bit on her bottom lip and I kissed her again. As our bodies parted, she showered with my shampoo and we both climbed out. Lifting her clothes from the floor and wrapping a towel around her body, she said she would see me later.
What? Did I just get used?
She had gone by the time I had found another towel and wrapped it around my waist. I hurried to my room and pulled on some shorts. I rushed over to her house and knocked on the door. She pulled it open now wearing a light pink dress,
“What just happened?” I asked.
“I believe it’s called casual sex, I woke up horny, came to see you, screwed you and left.” She explained flippantly. “You did say that’s what you wanted, no strings, no ties or commitment.”
“I know what I said, but I think you took it the wrong way,” I frowned.
“No, I don’t think so, I am now satisfied and I suppose you are too?” I nodded. “Good, job done then, you are satisfied, I am satisfied, we are both satisfied.”
“This is what you want?” I asked.
“I don’t think it matters what I want,” she retorted. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a date this evening, so I need to get ready.”
“A date?”
“Yes, so um, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow or something,” she tried to close the door.
“Skylar, what is going on?”
“Nothing, well, nothing that you need to worry about,” she replied. “I’ll drop by tomorrow, okay?”
“For more sex?” I asked bemused.
“That depends on how horny I am when I wake up.” She smiled slightly and closed the door. I just stood there like a dork. What the hell was going on?
After an embarrassing amount of time just trying to fathom what was going on, I turned around and went home. She was playing me, there was no doubt about it, I didn’t like being used or how it made me feel. But I saw what she was doing, she was teaching me a lesson, not that I would let on to her that I knew her game.
I returned to my house and made some breakfast even though it was almost three, I wanted cereal and enjoyed it. I watched the sea for a long time wondering about her date and who she had gone out with. Or was this just another part of her game and there was no real date?
Shortly after seven, I had been sat watching a movie on TV as the screech of breaks on a car disturbed me. I sat up and gazed out of the window.
Keith, she was going on a date with Keith. Was she crazy?
I watched them leave, he opened the car door for her, she glanced at me as she buckled her seat belt. As he got to his door, he looked over at me and smiled. Asshole!
I watched them drive away and was so angry at her, I decided to go for a swim and cool off. The sun was beginning to set as I ran towards the water and dived in, how could she be so stupid to trust him again. He tried to rape her, well maybe not rape, but he ripped her clothes open and groped her. Why would she go out with him again, to prove a point? What point? That she was stupid and naïve, that she needed someone to look after her? I sure seemed that way.
I swam up and down that shore line, fuelled by fury alone. Everything was fine, right up until I got a cramp and barely made it out of the water. I lay on the sand gazing up at the stars and listened to the waves as they crashed on the shore. When the pain in my ribs alleviated slightly I sat up and began heading back to my house. As I got to the sand separating our houses, I could hear voices.
“Well, you scared me,
I liked this girl, really liked her and began to doubt my own feelings. Her orgasm broke as she cried out, and mine followed shortly after. She was incredible and I didn’t know if I could handle just being someone she wanted to have sex with. Maybe I did want more.
I gazed into her smouldering eyes, she bit on her bottom lip and I kissed her again. As our bodies parted, she showered with my shampoo and we both climbed out. Lifting her clothes from the floor and wrapping a towel around her body, she said she would see me later.
What? Did I just get used?
She had gone by the time I had found another towel and wrapped it around my waist. I hurried to my room and pulled on some shorts. I rushed over to her house and knocked on the door. She pulled it open now wearing a light pink dress,
“What just happened?” I asked.
“I believe it’s called casual sex, I woke up horny, came to see you, screwed you and left.” She explained flippantly. “You did say that’s what you wanted, no strings, no ties or commitment.”
“I know what I said, but I think you took it the wrong way,” I frowned.
“No, I don’t think so, I am now satisfied and I suppose you are too?” I nodded. “Good, job done then, you are satisfied, I am satisfied, we are both satisfied.”
“This is what you want?” I asked.
“I don’t think it matters what I want,” she retorted. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a date this evening, so I need to get ready.”
“A date?”
“Yes, so um, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow or something,” she tried to close the door.
“Skylar, what is going on?”
“Nothing, well, nothing that you need to worry about,” she replied. “I’ll drop by tomorrow, okay?”
“For more sex?” I asked bemused.
“That depends on how horny I am when I wake up.” She smiled slightly and closed the door. I just stood there like a dork. What the hell was going on?
After an embarrassing amount of time just trying to fathom what was going on, I turned around and went home. She was playing me, there was no doubt about it, I didn’t like being used or how it made me feel. But I saw what she was doing, she was teaching me a lesson, not that I would let on to her that I knew her game.
I returned to my house and made some breakfast even though it was almost three, I wanted cereal and enjoyed it. I watched the sea for a long time wondering about her date and who she had gone out with. Or was this just another part of her game and there was no real date?
Shortly after seven, I had been sat watching a movie on TV as the screech of breaks on a car disturbed me. I sat up and gazed out of the window.
Keith, she was going on a date with Keith. Was she crazy?
I watched them leave, he opened the car door for her, she glanced at me as she buckled her seat belt. As he got to his door, he looked over at me and smiled. Asshole!
I watched them drive away and was so angry at her, I decided to go for a swim and cool off. The sun was beginning to set as I ran towards the water and dived in, how could she be so stupid to trust him again. He tried to rape her, well maybe not rape, but he ripped her clothes open and groped her. Why would she go out with him again, to prove a point? What point? That she was stupid and naïve, that she needed someone to look after her? I sure seemed that way.
I swam up and down that shore line, fuelled by fury alone. Everything was fine, right up until I got a cramp and barely made it out of the water. I lay on the sand gazing up at the stars and listened to the waves as they crashed on the shore. When the pain in my ribs alleviated slightly I sat up and began heading back to my house. As I got to the sand separating our houses, I could hear voices.
“Well, you scared me,
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