It's Friday night and I'm standing alone outside of a bar with no intention of going back in. Meanwhile my friends are still inside drinking the night away with no intention of joining me. This had unfortunately become a Friday night tradition for me. Out front of the barr, people were drinking, smoking, making out and doing any number of other things that were routine for a Friday night; in short, they were having a great time. I'm a 23 year old just out of university; I should enjoy a night on the town with friends a lot more. But long story short, I've had enough striking out for one night. It's time to call it a night.
I looked up and down the street for a taxi. Mercifully, there was one not too far away dropping people off at the bar across the street. I crossed the street swiftly, dodging people and traffic. In the corner of my eye, I saw a young girl my age in a black dress also running towards the same taxi. I was in no mood for chivalry and quickened my pace, almost knocking over a young couple in the process. Despite the high heels, the girl was just as fast and we both reached the taxi at the same time. She quickly swung open the door which hit me square in the chest, almost knocking me down to the curb.
'Sorry,' she said with absolutely zero sincerity.
'Yeah right. Go ahead, I'll take the next one,' I said, already scouting for another taxi.
'Nate?' she asked with a voice that suddenly sounded familiar.
'Caroline!' I said excitedly; my mood suddenly bolstered.
Caroline closed the car door for a moment and gave me a warm hug. She wore a familiar black dress which I had seen on several occasions and had her long brown hair pulled back into a complicated knot behind her head.
'I haven't seen you since graduation. How are you?' I asked.
The moment I asked, I knew it was a stupid question. She tried to hide it, but her mascara was slightly messed up, her eyes red and even her voice had a slight crack to it. She had the look of someone who had been crying and hastily tried to fix up her appearance. Not to mention I could smell the booze on her breath. She must've had some night. Despite that, she simply replied,
'I'm good.'
'Really?' I asked, not hiding the fact that I clearly knew she wasn't.
Caroline hesitated for a moment before admitting, 'I broke up with Paul.'
'I'm so sorry. I hadn't realised that was still going. Thought it ended ages ago.'
'Oh gee thanks,' she chuckled awkwardly, 'It actually ended only an hour ago. Well, technically about a month ago, but that's kind of a long story.'
'Are you going to be okay?'
'Yeah, I'll be fine.'
Suddenly the taxi driver lowered the passenger side window and leaned across and got our attention.
'One of you needs to get in, I can't stay doubled parked on the street like this,' he said impatiently.
Caroline turned back at me and looked like she had more to say before simply saying, 'I should go. It was nice seeing you.'
She had sat down in the car and almost closed the door before I quickly pulled it back.
'You shouldn't be alone,' I blurted out.
'That's sweet, but I'll be fine. I'm a big girl.'
'Well I hear they cry sometimes,' I said, instantly feeling stupid for saying it.
Caroline laughed in spite of everything. The sound was music to my ears. 'You're funny. But I broke up with him, not the other way around. Trust me, I'll be okay.'
'Why the tears then? Come on, get out of there. You can tell me what happened.'
'You don't want to hear all that,' she said, her resistance clearly failing.
'I literally have nothing better to do.'
'Nate, it's Friday night. You don't want some girl crying on your shoulder bitching to you about how her ex has been a jerk.'
'I would rather that than go home and watch Letterman,' I paused before adding, 'and I REALLY like watching Letterman.'
She smiled and thought about it for a moment. Suddenly, the taxi driver said loudly and sternly,
'I am STILL double parked. Either give me a destination or get out.'
'She'll get out,' I told him, not waiting for Caroline to agree.
She gave me another smile and got out of the car.
'I should warn you, I may still be a bit tipsy. So you're now officially responsible for me,' she said.
'Said one drunk to the other,' I chuckled.
She laughed and slipped her arm into mine and leaned heavily against me. Such an innocent gesture that excited me much more than it probably should have.
'Let's walk,' she said.
***
'I caught him kissing some girl he knew from his work. I broke up with him then and there really, but he pestered me for about two weeks so I thought I'd give him another shot. I figured it was just a lapse in judgment and he'd always been trustworthy. But then fast forward two more weeks to tonight and I catch him fingering her right in the middle of the club. Almost no attempt to hide it. He ran after me trying to apologise, his fingers still wet..."
She began to trail off and I didn't probe any further. But I didn't have to, because after a few moments she continued again.
'Can you believe he tried to blame me? He said it's because I refused to have sex since we got back together; that that made it impossible for him to resist her. I was so stupid to take that cheating bastard back.'
'Never figured Paul for the cheating type.'
'Neither did I. But the longer we dated, all these nasty sides of him started to reveal themselves. He hides it all very well of course. I still don't know why I got so emotional back there. Like I said, we basically broke up over a month ago. Hell, I barely let him kiss me these past two weeks. Still, I guess it just hurt to be betrayed again.'
Caroline and I had been talking for sometime now. We had started walking idly through town, away from all the bars and night clubs before settling down side by side on a park bench. It was a relatively quiet part of town, but being a Friday night, there were still plenty of people hanging about. It was the type of place where there were couples taking romantic walks and at the same time suspiciously young looking teenagers drinking on a playground. We were both somewhat more sober now, but her breath still smelled of beer and shots and I assumed mine still smelled of all that rum I had earlier. To cut a rather long story short, during a brief moment of silence, I said to her,
'It's really good to see you. I'm glad you got out of that taxi.'
'Me too. I felt like I haven't seen you since graduation.'
'You haven't.'
'I'm sorry. I'm just really bad when it comes to catching up,' she said, sounding genuinely regretful.
'Well I'm not one to talk. I meant to call you several times, but for whatever reason, I never did,' I said, omitting the fact that the reason I didn't call was because she had a boyfriend.
'You know, we've been talking about me this whole time. What about you Nate? Got someone special?'
'I'm spending Friday night alone with you, hearing about how your relationship fell apart. Take a guess.'
She laughed, 'I'm sorry. I didn't want to turn your Friday night so depressing.'
'Actually, finding out that you're single again has made this night pretty damn great,' I said without thinking.
It took me about 5 seconds to realise what I had just said and about 5 more seconds to realise Caroline had frozen and was looking at me. The fact that she was sitting right next to me made those green eyes of hers look especially piercing, despite in the dimly lit park.
'Sorry. That came out wrong. I just meant that-'
'-you like me?' she interrupted.
'No. Wait, that's not what I meant. I just mean-'
'-So you don't like me?' she said, interrupting me again.
'No I do, but...I, wait...hold on,' I stammered as my words completely failed me.
Eventually I just had to laugh awkwardly. She did too but kept her eyes on me the whole time. It was an awkward laugh that went on for a bit longer than it should have. Eventually, she said,
'You like me. You have since university. It's okay. I know,'
'What do you mean you know?'
'A girl always knows. The long looks you don't think I notice. The excuses you use to talk to me on Facebook. The way you ignore everyone else in the room when I'm there. Or that thing you do sometimes to overcompensate where you ignore me while talking to everyone else.'
'You think maybe you're reading into things too much?' I asked in a tone that suggested she was 100% correct, which she was.
'You tell me,' she said just that little bit seductively.
My answer came surprisingly easily as I admitted, 'I like you.'
'See. Was that so hard?' she asked, hiding her emotions well.
After more than two years of infatuation, it had suddenly happened so quickly. Those words which I'd been working up to courage to say to her so long ago were finally out there. Last time I genuinely thought about telling her, she had entered into a relationship the following week. It was that same relationship that ended tonight. She looked me right in the eyes with those beautiful green eyes of hers. They drew me in and I couldn't look away.
'How could anyone cheat on you?' I asked, more rhetorically than anything else.
'You're sweet.'
'You're beautiful.'
She laughed before asking, 'So what now Nate?'
About a thousand options went through my head, but I settled on what I wanted most and what was also wildly inappropriate considering the night she'd had.
'Fuck it,' I blurted out before leaning in to kiss her.
Her mouth remained closed and she didn't move for a moment. Suddenly, I thought I'd misread the situation and made a huge mistake. But suddenly her supple lips parted slightly and I felt my bottom lip move between them. The smell of her perfume and alcohol-tinged breath filled my nostrils. My right arm wrapped around her body and pulled her in close. Unwittingly, I had placed my hand mere inches below her right breast. The black fabric of her dress suddenly felt teasingly thin.
I don't know how long this went on for or who broke the kiss, but eventually it ended and we sat there beside one another looking deep into each others eyes. I let go of her and said,
'Jesus, you broke up with your boyfriend about two hours ago. This kind of attention is probably the last thing you want.'
'What if this is exactly what I want?'
'Then I'd be more than happy to give it to you.'
'Then do it,' she said in a voice that was dripping with lust.
I hesitated for a moment, but there was only really one option I wanted to take. I obliged and kissed her again. Her moist and supple lips tasted like heaven. This time I felt her tongue against my own. After a miscellaneous amount of time, we stopped kissing again and I said,
'You've been drinking tonight, maybe this isn't the best idea.'
'You're the one whose breath smells of rum,' she replied.
'Not to mention you're probably still really angry with Paul. Are you sure this is what you want?' I asked, while not really sure why I was looking for excuses to get out of this.
'It has been a pretty emotional night. Heartbreak followed by a lot of alcohol and tears,' she admitted. 'But like I said, I've withheld sex from Paul after we got back together. It's been pretty rough on me too.'
'I can imagine,' I said eagerly.
'Lot's of lonely nights,' she said seductively.
'Sounds awful,' I said dumbly.
'Maybe this is a mistake. But I'd rather it be with you then some random guy from a bar.'
'I'll happily take that bullet.'
We kissed again; more passionately this time and somewhat more drunkenly too. My lips began to move quickly down her long slender neck planting kisses all along the way. I placed my left hand on the inside of her thigh and ran my hand all over her bare skin, if only to see what reaction I would get. To my surprise, she adjusted herself on the bench and spread her legs just that tiny bit wider. We started kissing again with an obscene amount of tongue this time.
'I want you. I want you right now,' I said through heavy breaths.
I ran my hand all the way up her leg until I felt satin between her thighs. The tips of my fingers ran up and down the front of her panties, savouring the feel of her through the fabric. Not content with what I had, I slipped my hand in under her panties until I could lay my hand flat over her vagina. She gasped when I made contact. I could feel everything. Everything.
I lightly brushed my fingers up and down the length of her opening. Caroline broke our kiss and began looking around immediately to make sure we weren't being watched. Before she had time to react any further, I slipped two fingers inside of her. Her eyes squeezed shut, she cried out softly in pleasure. I was content to leave my fingers imbedded inside of her for a moment. It was certainly moist inside but far from wet. I pulled my fingers back slightly before sliding back into her. Suddenly her legs closed around my hand and she patted my arm and said,
'Nate, stop.'
I was barely paying attention and managed to slide my fingers in and out of her several times more. She gasped, moaned and squirmed on the bench for several moments as my fingers continued to explore her before she said more firmly,
'Stop. Not like this. Not here.'
I obeyed and swiftly pulled my hand away from her, fearing I had gone too far. She quickly sat up straight and adjusted the lower half of her dress. It was about 30 seconds before her cleared her throat and made eye contact again. The disappointment must have shown on my face, because she immediately said,
'Don't get me wrong, I'm all for this, but just not here. Let's go back to your place.'
'I'm a 23 year old man child, I still live at home with my parents,' I said, hoping the joke would be enough to deflect attention away from the fact I still live at home with my parents. 'Let's go back to your place.'
'My grandmother is staying with me.'
'So? I can be quiet. Can you?'
Caroline laughed and replied, 'Were you just listening to me? And that was only three fingers.'
'Two actually,' I smiled.
'As if to make my point,' she laughed. 'Besides, I don't want to be quiet. I want you inside of me and I don't intend it being silent.'
The casual way in which she said that somehow excited me even more. It was taking all my will power not to take her here and now. But I diverted all the blood to my head and struggled to think. A beautiful girl ready to jump into bed with me and I'm unable to find an adequate place to do so. It was a stupid problem to have.
Suddenly, the large neon sign on the tall building about 500 metres away caught my attention. Caroline turned to look in that direction and saw it too. I turned to her and her to me. She spoke first.
'That'll do.'
***
We walked up to the front counter, neither of us not quite knowing what to say. We waited patiently. Neither of us had been very drunk in the first place, and in any event, we had sobered up significantly. But somehow, the thought of booking a hotel room for sex made us laugh uncontrollably. Caroline was clutching my arm and giggling next to me like a school girl. When the middle age woman receptionist looked up at us, I said,
'Hi, I'd like to book a room for the night.'
'Do you have a reservation?' she asked.
'No. Spur of the moment.'
'What kind of room?'
'Any, just needs a bed.'
The receptionist raised an eyebrow but was nice enough not to say anything more. Caroline struggled not to laugh before adding,
'King sized bed preferably.'
The receptionist began typing away while stood perfectly still and silent like two kids that are being hauled before the principal. She asked us for a few details before finally saying,
'That'll come to $200.'
'Oh I'm sorry, we're only staying for a night,' I replied.
'Yes, that's the nightly rate.'
Caroline laughed and I stood there contemplating the fact I was essentially about to pay $200 for sex.
'Isn't there a cheaper option, like an hourly rate? We only need to be here for-'
Caroline suddenly shot me a vicious look than silenced me in an instant. But it was not long before the smile returned to her face. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered so the receptionist couldn't hear.
'Can't we find some place cheaper?'
'You chose this place, and I want you now. Pay her,' she replied in equally hushed tones.
'We could be at a much cheaper hotel in less than 10 minutes.'
'Are you really trying to find excuses to delay sex?'
'Well yes, if it means saving $100.'
'You're so cheap,' she hissed, partly annoyed but also partly amused.
'Just 10 minutes, I save $100,' I repeated.
'Just two minutes and you could be fucking me to your heart's content,' she said before leaning in closer and whispering into my ear; 'and in case you've forgotten, I'm feeling rather under-fucked at the moment. I will cum very easily.'
I froze for a moment before turning to the receptionist, 'Is credit card okay?'
Caroline laughed out loud. We were walking towards the elevator within the minute.
***
One door stood was all that stood in our way. I fumbled with the key card for what felt like an eternity. Caroline already had her high heels off and carried them in her hand. I slid the key card in and out of the slot several times but the light continued to flash red. Eventually, Caroline snatched it from me and within three goes, she had the door open and walked in. The room opened up to the bathroom on the left and the bed a bit further in. It was small, and in no way worth $200 per night. Regardless, the room was not my priority.
I watched as Caroline threw her shoes to one side and reached behind her and pulled down the zipper for her dress. She let the straps fall off her shoulders and the top half of her dress fell to her waist. She was facing the other way so all I saw was her bare back but that alone was enough to excite me. With a few quick and absurdly sexy movements of her hip, the dress fell to the floor. For a split second, she stood there almost completely naked except for her black panties. I was standing by the door the whole time and she disappeared from sight momentarily as she moved onto the bed. But as soon as I walked into the room, I found her lying on the bed in her panties and with one arm covering her breasts. The next few moments were a blur. I had my clothes off before I knew it and suddenly I was on the bed with her.
The first thing I did was gently pry her arm away from her chest so I could marvel at her breasts. They were slightly larger than I had expected and in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. I looked her up and down to admire her body. She was slim, but not skinny. Athletic but still soft. She wasn't very tanned but not exactly pale. She stretched out across the bed, her breasts rising as she arched her back while a long slender leg brushed the side of my body. I reached towards her hips and looped a finger around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs and threw them unceremoniously across the room. I sat there for a moment, utterly mesmerised by what was between her legs.
'Fuck me,' she said with a tone as casual as someone asking to have the salt passed to them.
'I will, but first, unfinished business.'
I placed my right hand on the inside of her thigh before slowly moving up. The goose bumps on her skin disappeared at the touch of my hand. I laid several fingers against her opening but didn't push inside. Caroline breathed in sharply and held her breath. I briefly ran my fingers through her neatly trimmed pubic hair before moving back to the warm opening. As before, I inserted two fingers into her. Caroline arched her head back and fell flat onto the mattress as I went to work.
I could feel the walls of her vagina tightening around my fingers. She was so tight. Somewhere from the park bench to this room, she had gotten much wetter. My fingers were already slick when I pulled them out the first time. I began to work both fingers in and out of her. Caroline had her eyes shut and was trying to breathe steadily the whole time.
I wrapped my free arm around her waist and pulled her in close to me so I could take a nipple between my lips. She purred softly as my tongue licked her stiff nipples which grew warm and supple in my mouth. I elicited a gasp from between her lips as I began to suck on her nipples, moving from one to the other. The feel of her naked body against mine was indescribably amazing. I just wanted to hold her soft, smooth body and never let go.
The whole time, I continued to work my fingers inside of her vagina. I began to search inside of her for that one area, that one spot that when stimulated always makes a girl cry out in pleasure. Caroline was a tight girl and she was squirming beneath me quite a lot. My fingers pumped in and out of her faster and faster, probing her insides. That act by itself made Caroline wetter and louder. But when my fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive area on the room of her vagina, I knew I had her. With two fingers firmly planted at the spot, I began to firmly and quickly move my fingers inside of her, making sure to stimulate the area as much as possible.
She reacted slowly at first but then suddenly, she moved to close her legs. I moved to put the weight of my body against one leg and my free arm against the other. I pried her legs until they were far apart and continued to assault her vagina with my fingers. At last she cried out in pleasure. It was a sound of pure ecstasy. But it only lasted for a moment before Caroline went down to a persistent and pleasurable moaning. But I know she felt it, her vagina had suddenly become intensively wet, she was squirming almost violently beneath me. My fingers made a sloshing sound as I they moved inside of her, pumping back and forth while focussing on that one spot. Her moans and the sounds of her juices squelching around inside of her filled the room.
Suddenly, she shut her eyes tight and her body tensed up in my arms. Her mouth opened wide but for a moment she didn't make a noise. I could feel a fresh wave of moisture squirt out of her, coating my fingers and causing it to dribble out of her opening and down to her rectum before seeping into the sheets below. All the while, the noises she made could best be described as restrained ecstasy. I could tell she wanted nothing more than to scream out in pleasure but this was a hotel room and Caroline did have this modest streak about her (which made all this moment so much better). It's the most beautiful thing in the world to see the girl you've been pining over for so long having an orgasm by your hand. She was breathing heavily, clearly pleased. I could tell almost immediately she was probably not use to being fingered, and if she was, she certainly never received an orgasm like that from it. Caroline was right; she did cum very easily.
'That was amazing,' she gasped between breaths.
I slowly pulled my fingers out of her and wiped the wetness on her thighs. Caroline still had her eyes closed and had relaxed, seemingly oblivious to the fact she had only felt my fingers and I was still extremely hard. I leaned in and whispered into her ear,
'I'm not done with you yet.'
She was tired, no doubting that. It was well past midnight after all and her night had been eventful to say the least. Part of me thought she wanted to call it quits after just that. She never struck me as a girl with much stamina. But one of the best qualities about Caroline was her ability to surprise me. This time, she spread her legs on her own accord as I positioned myself between them.
Caroline finally opened her eyes again and smiled widely. She pulled my head down to hers and planted a soft, wet kiss on my lips. Then she moved her hands further down my body and wrapped her fingers around my penis. I had almost cum on her belly then and there; her touch felt that good. Regardless, I didn't and she guided the tip to her hot, wet vagina. She ran it up and down and teasingly pushed it just past the lips of her vagina but never entering her. Those slender fingers of hers were casually stroking the length of my penis; I needed to get inside of her immediately. Suddenly we made eye contact again and once more, I was lost in those green eyes of hers. Without even thinking, I lowered myself into her and buried my penis all the way in. She shut her eyes immediately and let out a low cry of pleasure.
I held myself there for several moments, perfectly locked in place between her legs. The walls of her vagina closed in tightly, but she was so wet inside there was barely any resistance. I pulled out and pushed back inside of her and elicited another cry. Another thrust and another cry. Another thrust and another cry. I supported myself on the bed with one hand, with the other, I roughly grabbed her left breast and squeezed it in my hand. I was beginning to move in and out of her more quickly as her cries of pleasure began to blend together. Every motion inside of her was sheer pleasure.
She just lay there prone whilst keeping her legs open as wide as she could, allowing me maximum penetration. Every once in awhile, I would thrust into her just that little bit harder and each time that thrust was punctuated by a cry from her that was much louder than the others. My hands began to explore every corner of her body from her slender arms, her perky breasts, that beautiful long neck and that wonderfully tight ass. All the while I continued to move in and out of her with long and pleasurable thrusts.
She opened her eyes again and for a few moments, her cries subsided. She mouth hung open, a small strand of saliva hanging from her top lip to her bottom lip. Her brown hair was tangled mess beneath her. She looked stunning; nubile 23 year olds always did. I looked down at her chest to see her breasts bouncing wildly back and forth as I fucked her. I was moving her entire body with every thrust. Caroline was clawing at the sheets with one hand while her other was pulled above her head and pushing against the headboard of the bed.
In my head, I kept repeating the same, unbelievable facts again and again. I was fucking Caroline. I had made Caroline orgasm once. I would again. But not before I fill her with my cum. They were simple enough sentences, but I never thought they would come true. But they were. And I did not take it for grated.
Eventually it became too much. I didn't need to prolong this. I could have her for as long as I wanted. I made several final, rough thrusts inside of her causing her to cry out louder than she had before. I could feel it all building up until finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer. With one final, hard and rough thrust into her that shifted her entire body beneath me, I came inside of her. I felt it all gush inside as it mixed with her juices. I all but collapsed on top of her as this was happening. Her mouth was next to my ear and I could hear every single heavy breath she took.
I don't know how long I remained on top of her but eventually, I rolled to one side and we both lay side by side looking up at the ceiling. Our heavy breathing filled the room. And yet, I still had more inside of me. Almost immediately after, I moved onto my side and with my right hand I roughly grasped her breasts and began to squeeze and fondle it. I lowered my mouth onto her other breast and began to suck lazily on her nipple.
'You really like those don't you,' Caroline said with a tired laugh.
I took a particularly rough suck of her nipple before saying, 'When we had our internship during law school, you always use to wear this white business shirt and sometimes this beige bra underneath. Every time it got hot and there weren't many people around, you would undo a button. Not much, but just enough to give me a hint of cleavage. They've driven me crazy ever since. And don't even get me started on your summer dresses. I felt like shoving my hand inside half a hundred times.'
Caroline laughed. 'God, I always thought I dressed pretty conservatively.'
'You do. You're much more modest than most. But I have a hell of an imagination.'
She laughed again as my mouth returned to her breast as I began to plant kisses along the underside.
'I've dreamed of doing this to you for so long,' I said.
'Was it everything you dreamed it would be?' she asked.
'More. I didn't expect you to cum quite so quickly. Nor did I expect your tits to taste so good.'
'I wasn't joking when I told you I'd cum easily. Guys don't know this, but depriving a cheating bastard of sex is just as hard on the girl.'
I laughed, 'I've rarely ever heard you swear since I've first met you, and now suddenly you're talking to me about your sex life.'
'What a difference, a day makes!' she sang lazily.
I laughed again, 'Singing isn't your strong suit is it?'
'No, but let me show you what is.'
Without warning, she leapt up and swung her leg over and straddled me. I simply smiled and looked up at her. She flicked her hair back in a ridiculously sexy motion and neatly pulled it back behind her head.
She reached down and grasped my penis in her hand. I was already growing hard. To speed things up, she grabbed my other hand and guided it up to her breasts. I gently squeeze it in my hand as I had already done so many times already. It fit in my hand nicely as I savoured the firmness and weigh.
Suddenly, a feeling of sheer bliss overcame me as I felt Caroline lower herself onto me as I found myself inside of her once again. She was still warm and wet and as before, there was no resistance. She leaned forward to place her hands on my chest before she started to rock back and forth, up and down and what ever other motions she could conjure up that gave us both pleasure. I looked down the length of my body to see my penis upright as her vagina rose and fell onto it repeatedly.
I was running my hands up and down the length of her body. Starting as her thighs by my side, I ran my hands up in one long smooth motion to her hips, her waist and her breasts before moving back down again.
I might've wanted her to go a bit faster but I wasn't about to get picky while she was riding me. Instead, Caroline went as her own pace. It was clear she was most comfortable this way as she continued to bob up and down and letting me enter her as far as I could before slowly withdrawing. She was moaning softly with pleasure, clearly also enjoying the attention I was giving her body with my hands.
I reached up and held her cheek in my hand. She opened her eyes and looked at me. It was one of those perfect moments as I looked deep into those green eyes of hers and she looked right back and all the while, she didn't miss as beat as she continued gyrating her hips. I ran my thumb gently over her lips and she took it in her mouth and softly sucked on it once before suddenly quickening the pace and moved up and down the length of my penis with a new sense of enthusiasm.
I felt myself building up to a climax again and it looked like she was too. She was moving so fast that my penis slipped out on once occasion and she scrambled to put it back inside of her. I began to marvel at a new sight as her skin began to take on a slightly brighter shine as the sweat began to build all over her body. At one point, she lowered herself down onto me with particularly roughly, eliciting a grunt from her lips and what I presume was a moan from mine. I roughly squeezed both her breasts when that happened and she gave out a slight cry of pleasure and/or pain. Somehow, it seemingly only excited her more.
While still riding me, she reached down with one hand and began to touch herself at the same time. She clearly knew how her body worked and what she liked and with that, I felt her body tense all over as the walls of her vagina tightened and her nails dug into my chest. With several final and rather rough motions, she slammed herself down onto my penis with force and for a moment she screamed, actually screamed, out loud in the midst of a toe-tingling orgasm. For a moment, she just sat there with me inside of her before collapsing on top of me, silent, panting and sweaty. I could feel a renewed wetness inside of her as it slowly leaked out of her tight hole and down the length of my penis.
I took a moment to sweep aside her hair and look at her face. She looked contented and ready to pass out. But the speed Caroline liked to go at was slightly slower than I would've liked. I still had more to give. I held her body against mine, momentarily savouring the feeling of her smooth back, and swung her beneath me.
It felt good to be back on top again. I roughly pushed her legs far apart and began to fuck her much faster than we had been doing and probably faster than she was use to. This time, she managed to keep her eyes open and look at me; her mouth was wide apart as noises of pure ecstasy escaped.
'Oh God, you're going to make me cum a third time aren't you?!' she grunted.
As before, her breasts bounced wildly back and forth and fucked her hard and fast. After a moment, it might've become too much as her legs wrapped around my hips and held me in place. Almost as an afterthought, I pulled her thighs apart and spread them wide and savoured as I pulled my penis out entirely before sliding agonisingly slowly back into her. Caroline moaned loudly.
The next few moments were a blur. I just remember those final hard thrusts into her. I remember everything building up to unbearable levels before it all poured inside of her. I remember pulling out and collapsing by her side before moving to look at her vagina to see a steady stream of our collective juices slowly oozing out of her. A quick momentary thought entered my mind about whether she was on birth control or not, which in hindsight should've been my first question. I remember loving the way she kissed me again and the way her right hand moved between her thighs and almost held her vagina as the juices began to seep through her fingers and coat them in a film of moisture. Her other hand was pressed up against her right breast, presumably to feel her heartbeat. I remember thinking whether she had indeed had a third orgasm. I remember the way she continued to breathe heavily for sometime, even after I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in close. I remember one final image of her in my arms as she grew silent and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
***
I woke up the next morning to find her side of the bed empty. Panic set in almost immediately, but at the same time, I had expected it. I reached over to the imprint she left on the bed; the sheets were cold. She had left. What did I expect? It was just rebound sex for her. Or revenge sex. Either one was applicable in her circumstances. I really shouldn't have been upset. After all, I had come out last night merely to hang out with friends. And by some huge coincidence, I bumped into her on some random street after she had broken up with her boyfriend. An hour or so later and she was naked in my arms. It doesn't get much better than that. I'd been pining over this girl for a couple of years, never expecting anything to come of it and suddenly this happened. I convinced myself that it was a good thing. And I was ready to leave it at that.
Suddenly she came out of the bathroom stark naked. She froze for a moment when she realised I was awake. For the briefest of moments, we just looked at each other and didn't say a word. The sun was beginning to rise and bathed the room in a warm orange glow. Across the room from her, the city lay sprawled out beneath us; the room was higher up than I thought. But as with last night, it was not the view of the city that caught my attention. Caroline was stunning. Her hair was still soaked from her shower and her body was still glistening in places from the water. No make up and still stunning. She held a towel in her hands and for a moment, I thought she was going to cover herself up; instead, she simply threw in on a nearby chair and sat down on the bed, just out of my reach.
'In my experience, if you want to leave before the guy wakes up the next morning, don't take a shower first,' I deadpanned.
'That's not what was happening,' she said somewhat defensively.
'Just a joke,' I said, sensing that the conversation could very easily take a turn for the worse.
A moment more of silence. I couldn't read her. Not this morning. Admittedly, that might have been less to do with her blank expression and more to do with my inability to tear my eyes away from her breasts which she made no attempt to cover up. And that wasn't the only thing she wasn't covering up. After a moment, Caroline just smiled and asked,
'Hold on. What do you mean "in my experience".'
I allowed myself a chuckle and replied, 'Another joke. Bad one. Give me a break, I only woke up about 60 seconds ago.'
She smiled but didn't say anything more. This time, the silence had a tinge of awkwardness to it. And once more, my eyes were drawn to her body. Specifically, a drop of water that had dripped from her hair, onto her chest and now was rolling its way down her breast just missing her nipple. It was mesmerising. Suddenly, Caroline simply wiped away some stray drops of water and pulled her hair back neatly, inadvertently pushing her chest out in the process. I felt myself growing hard beneath the sheets again. I shuffled in my place to hide it from her. I sensed we had a somewhat serious conversation coming and this wasn't going to help.
'I'm not usually like that you know,' she said with a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
'Like what?' I asked, despite knowing full well what she meant.
'You know, having sex with the first guy I see after I break up with my boyfriend. It's not like me at all.'
'I know. You said it yourself, you basically broke up with him a month ago.'
'I have my justifications but the fact is, I took him back.'
'Caroline, I essentially just paid $200 for sex, I can't judge,' I said, before adding. 'Not that I'm calling you a whore. I just meant with the hotel room and all.'
'Oh God. Now I feel even dirtier,' she said exasperated before adding, 'I'll pay half.'
'No, don't be ridiculous.'
'You don't be ridiculous,' she said firmly. 'I'll pay half.'
The conversation ended abruptly and for another few moments, there was silence. Caroline began to look around the room and spotted her dress on the floor and her panties unceremoniously thrown into the corner. I suddenly knew where this was all heading and decided to pre-empt it. I sat up and blurted out,
'Caroline, I'm under no illusions about what this was.'
She suddenly looked back at me and said, 'You don't think this meant something?'
'It meant a hell of a lot to me,' I chuckled awkwardly. 'But for you? I'm not so sure.'
'What kind of girl do you think I am? I don't want this to be a one night stand,' she said, sounding genuinely hurt.
'Me neither. I really like you.'
'I like you too.'
The first thing that popped into my head was "she likes me!". But instead I just stayed silent, not quite knowing what to say next.
'So then what are we talking about? ' she asked bemusedly.
In spite of it, I had a nervous laugh while she stared at me intently. I gathered my thoughts and wiped the sleep from my eyes before saying,
'Suffice to say, I don't know many couples who started their relationships after one of them break up with an ex and then proceeds to have sex with the other person only two hours later in a hotel room rented at the last minute in the midst of lust.'
'You're not a rebound if that's what you're getting at,' she said softly as a smile crept back on her face. 'I know this isn't the most romantic to start a relationship. But let me put it this way. I know we haven't talked much at all since graduation. But last night, I was so happy to see you. I was happy, despite all that happened right before I bumped into you. I don't regret what happened. I just regret giving Paul a second chance and not calling you earlier. Frankly, all I can think about is spending more time together.'
I thought about what she said for all of two seconds before replying,
'Well, okay.'
'Okay?'
'Okay,' I repeated.
'Okay what?' she asked.
'Let's spend more time together,' I said, before adding, 'With and without clothes.'
She nodded furiously in agreement, a huge smile across her face. It was a sweet and tender moment that was in no way undermined by the fact we were still both stark naked. I decided to take advantage of the situation and swept aside the sheets and pulled her down onto the bed. My lips touched hers and my hands squeezed both perky breasts. I lowered my whole body onto hers, if only to feel her bare skin all along my body. I couldn't stop kissing her. She just laid there and gave me have free reign of her body. I kissed her lips again before moved to her breasts to give her nipples some attention. She enjoyed that.
Suddenly, for whatever reason, I noticed the clock read 8:00 am. After giving one last, hard suck of her nipple, I said,
'We need to checkout of the hotel soon. You should hop in the shower first though, get freshened up.'
'But I just had a shower. Look, my hair is still wet,' she said frustrated, clearly wanting me to continue.
'You're hair maybe. But you're not wet here,' I said as I slipped my hand between her thighs and slid a finger inside of her.
Caroline inhaled sharply and closed her eyes for a brief moment before opening them making contact with mine. That which I had been craving to do for so long was now oh so easy and casual. She was mine.
'I want you in there against those tiles, wet inside and out,' I whispered into her ear, barely listening to whatever the hell I just had the audacity to say.
'Shower. Now,' she said commandingly.
I watched as Caroline jumped off the bed and ran briskly into the bathroom, her breasts and buttocks bouncing as she went. Where they went, I followed. That's always been the way of things, and it would be for some time.