You Think You Know...But (pt. 23)

The next few moments were like a kaleidoscope with all of the events fusing together like colors of a rainbow, so Velle wouldn’t have been able to explain how they had gotten from the great room to his bedroom in such record time and without having to unlock their lips.  Usually one for logic, he dismissed any and all questions that could possible deter what was about to happen between the two of them.  Yes, she was a little tipsy but so was he and alcohol only allows one to deal with their carnal urges without the restrictions or any inhibitions. All of the blood rushing to his nether regions was making it easier and easier to suppress the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that this was a mistake.  

Every tingle of her tongue on his neck and chest just melted away any feelings of doubt he may have been having.  Her kisses told him everything that he wanted to know; she wanted him…badly.  He tossed her gently on his bed. Her back arched heaving her breast upward as she slide into a more comfortable spot on the king size mattress. When she had settled into a comfy space, she bit her bottom lip before spreading her legs open and motioning with her finger for him to come to her before sliding her finger down to her sweet spot.

She looked so appetizing, that he was actually salivating at the sight of her lying spread eagle across his bed.  It was like something right out of a Playboy magazine, only it was real and happening to him.  He had no intentions of making her wait, so he climbed onto the bed on top of her kissing every patch of skin that he could get his lips on.  He caressed her breast before sliding his tongue over her hard nipples, which made her toes curl. Her moans sang her pleasure to him as he caressed her body with his firm hands.  She smelled like Heaven but looked like the sweetest sin as he looked into her lustful eyes.  His lips again met hers with such hungry passion that he feared that he might explode if he had to wait any longer to be inside her.  She dug her nails into his back as he began to suck on her neck…but then he heard the words.  The words that every man in America hates to hear during the heat of passion.  She panted, “Do you have a condom?”

“Fuck!” he thought to himself but instead replied, “Yeah…yes! Hold on let me get it.” He said rolling off of her so that he could search his nightstand for protection. “Great! I get the one drunk girl in America who remembers to ask about a rubber. Unbelievable!” he thought as he rummaged through the top drawer searching for the little black box.  He heard that deep sigh of impatience escape from Monique’s lips after a few moments had gone by.  Just as it seemed that the flame to their fire maybe blown out, he felt the box at the back of the drawer.  “YES!!!” he screamed in his head but he managed to calmly say, “found it.”  Monique was just as excited as he was as she rolled over to slid her leg over his and ran her hand down his chest into in underwear to massage is throbbing erection.  She started to kiss his chest spelling out her name with tongue, in an attempt to keep him aroused while he got the condom out.  She was amazed by how big he was, which just heightened her anticipation of finding out what sex with him would be like.  She bit her bottom lip and moaned with longing, as she felt she might burst if she had to wait much longer to have him inside her.

Velle placed the box up to his ear and gave it a slight shake before hesitantly prying the box open. “Please, don’t be empty,” he prayed to himself as he opened the small box to find the letters ‘I.O.U.’ written on the inside flap. His thoughts immediately went to his teenage cousins, who he knew brought their little girlfriends to his house for sex during the day. Great.  The opportunity he had been wishing for, for the last six months, had finally presented itself and he didn’t have a hardhat for his equipment.  She looked up at him with lusting eyes just in time to see that the box was in fact empty.  She rolled her eyes and sat up, slowly releasing the seductive grip she had on erect member.  Since blood was still flowing to the brain that needed the most attention at that moment, he remembered that he had an extra box in the downstairs guestroom and said, “I’ll be right back.  I’ve got a box downstairs.”

“Good because I was about to say,” she said before she slid her tongue down his throat and her hand back down his pants.  Her kiss was sloppy and wet; just the way he liked it when sex was to follow.  She licked his lips with her tongue before seductively saying; “I haven’t had sex in five years so hurry up, cause I’ve been wanting for fuck you since I was sixteen.”

He was damn near speechless, and felt as if those words alone were enough to make his blow his load, but he did manage to squeak out the word “okay” before almost falling off the bed to go in search of the tiny packet that stood between what he deemed would probably be the best sex he’d ever had.  Her not having had sex in five years was going to be the closest he had ever come to having sex with a virgin. As he ran down the stairs with some of the blood rushing back to his rational brain, he began to think that maybe he shouldn’t be doing this.  If she hadn’t had sex in that long, then it had to be for a legitimate reason and would it be reason enough for her to hate him in the morning.  No. He just had to make love to her so good that she wouldn’t be able to even think about regretting having slept with him.  He didn’t like to brag but he knew his sex game was on point and with a girl as timid as Monique, he was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that he could make it so good that it would bring tears to her eyes, with strokes so immaculate that she’d think she could see Heaven.  He just had to bend her spine the right way and regret would be the furthest thing from her mind. That was all he had to do, that and to find his backup stash of rubbers.  

He pulled out every drawer in the guestroom and finally found his backup box.  Empty. “Fuck!” he exclaimed as he sat down on the corner of the bed.  “Why are you doing this to me? Huh? It’s been seven months, God, seven long months!  I can’t believe this.” he asked the empty room as he sat there shirtless, pants unbuttoned and unzipped, quickly losing his hard-on. “This is not supposed to happen. Shit! I guess this means we aren’t supposed to be having sex…but if we aren’t supposed to do it then why is she here…butt naked…horny…and flexible.  I mean, good Lord, did you see that split? This is so wrong on so many levels,” he ranted before finally just leaning forward and placing his face in his hands.  Five minutes had passed before he remembered something his drunken sister had slid in his shirt pocket before they made their entrance into their party earlier.

He ran back into the great room looking for the shirt he had practically torn off at Monique’s request. He sorted through the room tossing pillows and panties looking for his discarded shirt.  He could have sworn that he heard angels when he found it balled up in front of the fireplace.  He lifted it slowly before sliding his hand inside the shirt pocket to find the best birthday present that his sister had ever given him all wrapped in the perfect golden foil wrapper.  A condom.  He was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning as he ran upstairs holding his pants up with one hand and carrying his condom like the golden ticket, in the other.  

He rushed into the room; ready, willing and finally able to make his fantasy a reality only to find Monique wrapped up in his down comforter fast asleep.  He rolled his eyes, as he threw the condom on the nightstand and removed his pants.  He removed his watch; throwing it onto the table beside the unopened packet before pulling back the covers and climbing into bed beside his knocked out dream girl.  He settled back into his pillow mad as hell, which cause Monique to awaken long enough to roll over, giving him a dazed look before reaching up just enough to gently kiss his lips then nestling snuggly into the little nook beneath his raised arm. He carefully reached over and turned off the lamp on the nightstand, taking special care not to wake her.  He lie back into the pillow, wrapping his arms around her; deciding that maybe it was just good enough to be able to hold her close…definitely not as good as it would be to actually make love to her but for now it would do.