by Hart, Romi
“Your pussy? Pounding my therapist’s pussy?”
I laugh hard, even in the midst of an orgasm. But it only makes my body more tense and shaky. Orgasm approaches and I lose breath. “Damn you. I’m not your fucking therapist.”
“I know you’re not. Because you wanted this. You wanted me to make you come. Isn’t that right?”
“Oh, Byron!” I cry out with all my might, grabbing his hair and involuntarily spasming hard and rough onto his young, rebellious face.
“Give it to me. Give me that good cum. I want to hear you cum, Laura.”
“Yes…you’re gonna…”
“Gonna come? Gonna squirt for me?”
“Squirt?” I laugh. “I never squirt.”
“Never once?”
“No…” I say, gritting my teeth as he goes back to licking my tender clit.
He fingers me again as he taunts me. “Ever had that nice ass explored?”
“No way!”
“But have you ever had sex in a bookstore before? With some young buff guy?”
“Nooo…” I swoon, loving the way he’s stroking my G-spot which swells and feels so tight.
“Noooo…”
“What am I making you do?”
“Oh God! All sorts of nasty things…” I say, closing my eyes, unable to even look him in the eyes. I’m so red right now.
“I’m going to finger your ass. It won’t hurt. Tell me if it hurts.”
“Ohhh w-wait…”
“Tell me no. But if you want to come really hard, let me do it.”
“I…I…”
“Trust me. Just be quiet and submit to me.”
“Ohhhh…” I mouth the words…but I can’t bring myself to say no. I never thought it possible for him to eat me out in public. And I never thought it possible for him to finger my ass. Oh God! what have I become?”
“There ya go…” he grunts, gently pushing the tips of his wet finger into my butthole. I do a couple of little shrieks. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels so weird. So different, a little nice actually.
And then just as I start to get comfortable, he goes back to tonguing my clit. Oh yeahhh!! All the tension I had held onto is quickly fading. He puts one more finger up my ass, forcing me to let go. My pelvis rocks back and forth, unable to resist what he’s doing to me. Try as I might, I can’t resist. I can’t resist him destroying my willpower.
My pelvis shoots up, which only pushes his finger deeper, making my pussy throb. Ohhh God! I’m going to come so hard. How did he do this to me? He seduced me real good. He got straight into my panties, into my ass. Oh, this fucking asshole. I’m gonna give him everything.
“Ohhh fuuuuuck! Byron! Byron! Gawd!”
“CUM!” he commands, screaming into my overflowing cunt.
“Ohhh I’m cumming!” I holler, grabbing my own hair for dear life and feeling the wave of pleasure push out of my body. From the top of my head to my pussy and God, even out of my sore ass! My body can’t stop shaking. I’m breathing so hard, crying at the intensity. I haven’t been fucked this good since high school!
“Ohhhh fuuck!” I scream again, just as he swats and smacks my pulsating clit. I open my eyes and look batshit crazy, cumming so hard and desperately looking into his eyes. I nod, letting him abuse my clit all he wants—at least for one more moment.
“Ohhhhhh shiiiiit!” I scream one last time, right before pushing his fingers away from me and turning over in exhaustion.
My clit is throbbing and sore, so bad I can’t even bear another touch. Oh, my pussy is so wet, I dripped on the fucking carpet! What the fuck did we just do?
We both breathe hard, trying to recompose ourselves. “Okay…” I say, almost breathless, sounding like a fucking slut. Feeling thoroughly satisfied. Totally purged of all sexual tightness. So loose, so free. Almost dizzy. Oh, that was way too good. “Okay, now tell me, what did you do?”
He smiles, my cum still shining on his lips. Oh Jesus, what did we do?
“Paid everyone to get the fuck out. I knew this was a now or never moment.”
“And to have sex with me…” I gasp for air. “Was more important than…”
“Than ANYTHING else. Anything else in the world! What part of I crave you don’t you understand?”
“All of it, but it’s okay. You’re a sick monkey…” I smile at him weakly, too exhausted to feel shame. Will I feel any guilt about this? There’s no reason to, he’s young and a brat. But he does things to me…makes me feel…so much.
“If living just to make you orgasm over and over again is sick, I am a hardcore sicko.”
“I can’t believe…” I pant. “I let you do that to me.”
“I know. I’m still a little surprised I got away with it.”
“Me too. Me especially! I meant what I said…”
“About what?”
“About me never sleeping with you.”
He smiles, a little too smug for his own good. “Well, we didn’t sleep together. So you’re not a liar.”
“How did you do it? You clever snake.”
“The real question is why did you resist so hard? When there’s obviously something between us?”
“Because…it was a…moment of weakness.” I look into his eyes and smile. Not in delight, not in sarcasm. But just a genuine moment of admiration for his insane dedication to learning my “combination” and making me abandon all my scruples.
“It’s fine. Did I even ask for you to do me? Nope.”
“Good. Because I don’t want to do you. I don’t want to have sex with you.” I stare into his eyes, all too aware of the irony that it’s just a joke to him at this point. We did so much more than have sex. But it still feels good to deny him a little bit.
“I didn’t want to have sex with you either. I just wanted to taste you, to give you pleasure, to hear your orgasm. I got what I wanted. And you got what you wanted. I’m as happy as a clown right now.”
“You’re way too easily impressed,” I laugh.
“Uh uh, not at all. I’m actually very hard to impress. But you are worth it, Laura Katt. You are worth moving mountains for. Because you’re the sweetest, tastiest therapist in the world.”
I laugh, against my will. It’s always against my better judgment with this guy. He’s so sure of himself, so oblivious to the rules of society. But there’s a delirious charm with him that’s very sexy. Well, I guess there’s something sexy about him, considering how much we just exploded all over each other.
But it’s not just his good looks, youth or muscular body. Not even his amazing oral sex technique. Not even his money or insane confidence.
Something else I can’t quite put my finger on.
“So,” he says admiring the view as I put my bra back on and pull my panties up over my wetness. “What happened with Bill?”
I give him a naughty glance. “I called and told Bill earlier today I wasn’t going to make it.”
“Oh? Next time?”
“No. I told him…” I shut my eyes and smile, begrudgingly. “I told him I lied. That there is something between us. You and I. That I was choosing you.”
“Imagine that. What did he say?”
“He minded his own business. He accepted it, Byron. Because he’s a gentleman. Not like you.”
“Oh wow. Guess he feels like a winner!” Byron said, cleaning his mouth with his shirt and giving me that horrible, terrible, so devilishly sexy glare that says, “I’m on top of the world.”
“Apologize. That was mean.”
“No,” he says snidely. “I owe him nothing.”
“Fine. Then don’t ask why I don’t like you.”
“You may not like me, Laura. But you want me. Just like I want you.”
I glance back at him and think it over.
“I want to see you again.”
“No.”
“Not for sex. Just because I think I deserve a date now. A real date.”
I sigh, just as I pull my skirt back up and push myself b
ack into respectable clothing. I love him looking at me. It feels so wrong, and yet wildly exciting.
“Don’t give me that nothing in common shit. You know there’s something here worth exploring.”
“Uhhh…”
“Come on. Don’t break Bill’s heart for nothing.”
“Don’t mention Bill anymore,” I say firmly, feeling a bit of shame. Especially since Bill is the respectable guy I should be dating. But for some reason, the man I don’t even know if I like, finishes first.
“Then go out with me. Like Christmas. Let’s do something like that again. Unless my prediction is true, and you’re already bored of me.”
I stare at him and lose my smile. “No. I’m not bored of you.”
“Good. Then stop thinking of this thing between us as some older woman-younger man fetish.”
I lose my smirk and stare at him, actually giving it some thought.
“It’s not just sex you know. Or maybe you don’t know. But it’s not just sex for me.” He stares me down, not as a boy but like a man.
I decided Byron was right. Not about everything, god no, but about the whole casual sex thing. I didn’t sleep with him…well, that wasn’t sleep technically, but I didn’t sleep with him for sex. I didn’t surrender to him for lust. It was something more.
I can’t quite put it into words, but yes, in short, I felt he deserves a chance. A real chance. He took me out for dinner three days later. Naturally, in his Ferrari and to the most expensive restaurant in three cities.
But I let him splurge, since he seemed as happy as a kid in a candy store, just to be in my presence. Every time I smiled at him, he seemed to light up. He was a little too eager to talk about sex and I refused to do that over dinner. But later on, as we rode back home, we started talking about all these kinky things.
Not just the swearing and the taboos, but of course, and the most interesting part to me, the intellectual side of it.
“Why are you such a kinky guy?” I look over at him and smile as he drives us home. “You know what I mean. Usually, it’s a woman like me corrupting a guy like you, but you’re not like most younger guys. I think you know that.”
“I’m rich, isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?”
“You can say whatever you want. But is that your real answer?”
“I think because…” he pauses and thinks about it seriously. “I never had the chance to be innocent, if that makes sense.”
“How so?”
“Well, I was just exposed to sex since my early teens. I mean, Dad was always working and Mom was out. I was alone in the house most of the time. At first, it was soap operas, you know. All they show is people sleeping with everybody else. Not much of a moral lesson.”
“But the spankings? The kink, where does all that come from?”
“Ah, well I guess I always thought from soaps. But later porn, when I figured out how to steal cable, and that bad guys were the ones that always got laid.”
I remain silent, looking concerned.
“I mean, the good guys in the shows, you know, they cried and you felt bad for them. But the villains were always the guys who got the girl. The ones who screwed everyone and then won the game. It wasn’t fair, but it made sense. Don’t go through life with people feeling sorry for you. Fucking win this game.”
“So, in the soaps the villains always…”
“Of course. That was the conflict.”
“But what about the womanizing? Didn’t you say…” I laugh. “You know, about the girls, the partying…”
“Well, all that perversion sort of found me. My first sexual experience was with my babysitter. She was in her twenties and me in my teens. She came onto me one day and I thought it was just the best fucking thing ever.
I laugh at first but then ask more pointed questions. “You don’t think she took advantage of your innocence?”
“No. I mean, I guess with most people sex is this huge deal, like life-changing, major decisions to make. But with me it was just…you know, two people getting to know each other. It was an introduction, not an end. But with you, the opposite huh?”
“Yeah, you might say that,” I reply reluctantly. “Sex for me has always been…something I lose at. Not win.”
I glance over at him but can’t bear to look too long.
“I grew up without a father. I mean I did have one, but he left when I was thirteen years old. And I’ve always had that fear of abandonment.”
“Not to play therapist, but that’s not the whole story. Is it?”
“No,” I sigh, feeling nostalgic. “I was married before. And that’s probably what did it.”
“Stupid fucker.”
I laugh softly. “Well I thought the same for a while but eventually, as an intellectual, you realize it was just incompatibility. Not the end of the world.”
“Why did it end? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Because,” I say as blankly as possible, trying my best not to project. “Because he came in like a stud, so suave, confident and sexy. Mysterious and adventurous. Very keen on making me try new things.” I laugh at the irony, and so does Byron.
“And? Did he…you know, cheat on you?”
“Well…to his credit, he didn’t technically cheat. He always prized himself on being honest. To a fault.”
“Huh! Now that’s interesting.”
“Yeah. No, he made it quite clear, he wasn’t happy with me. He was getting bored of me. Sex just became routine after a while. It was really hot at first, then I guess I just lost it, you know. I lost whatever I had before, that he found so irresistible.”
Byron looks at me a long moment and then keeps quiet.
“I guess that’s what happens in adult relationships. We get older. We get boring. And eventually men…well, the really good men, the ones who know they’re so good, leave.”
I exhale through my nose, just enough to stop myself from sniffling. I don’t want to scare the kid, making him think I’m some clingy old woman. The truth is, it happened a long time ago. Before I was independent. Before I ripped that little sad girl out of me completely and grew the fuck up.
But don’t tell him that. Just let him have his date. Who knows, maybe he’ll start taking this stuff more seriously and realize we actually DON’T have that much in common.
I glance over at him and notice he looks a little somber.
“Hey. I know how things might seem. Just so you know though, I’m all talk, and I don’t regret what happened.”
He just nods. Too bad. I was expecting something along the lines of “Me too.” But oh well, maybe the kid’s scared to death. Yeah, commitment is scary. Isn’t it, Byron? You don’t have to tell me that.
“So, is that it?” he says, finally speaking up. “My history of womanizing? You think…you think I would get bored of you.”
“Absolutely not,” I say, turning my head. “All that stuff happened a long time ago. Since then I’ve grown up. I’ve learned to stop projecting my issues onto other people. We owe each other a clean slate. No comparisons.”
“I see,” he says, his mysterious heart well cloaked even as his handsome face is obscured by passing nightshade.
“How about your family? I guess your parents have been together for a long time?”
He nods. I wait for him to elaborate, but nothing. The moment becomes awkward. Very awkward. What did I do wrong? I shake my head, wanting to reassure him that it’s no big deal if he wants to talk or not talk about it. But his strange vibe makes me think it’s not wise to pursue this. He seems unusually stoic. The first time he’s been like this.
I smile wistfully. “Well, we’re almost at my house. Thank you for a lovely dinner.”
“Yeah,” he finally says nodding happily.
“You take care of yourself, stud,” I say with a wink.
As I get out of the car, glancing at him making sure he’s still breathing.
I remind myself not to take all this so seriously. Not again. It was j
ust sex. Sometimes sex is confusing. He’ll learn this over time. You, Laura, know this from experience. It will pass, like a beautiful sunset or a vacation you waited so long for. Every relationship ends. Enjoy each moment for what it is and be grateful.
I smile at him and wave. He waves back and watches me as I walk to my humble home, exhausted not in body, but definitely in mind.
Chapter 7
Byron
“I didn’t expect to hear from you,” she says, still with that feisty urban voice that always makes my heart go thump.
“Why?”
“I don’t know, you seemed kind of quiet and devoid of pep last time. I thought maybe discussing all those GIRLY feelings turned you off.”
“Hell no. Feelings are the best part about sex. Feelings are the cheese sauce on the nachos. Who wants just plain chips?”
“What about the guac or the hot sauce?”
“I like all three at the same time.”
“You’re so kinky! But don’t get any ideas. I don’t like to share.”
“The truth is, we fast-forwarded a lot through the typical dating process. Some of that was my fault. I told you, I was obsessed with you. Physically, emotionally… all I could think about was making you want me, the way I wanted you.”
“Well, I guess it worked,” she says, blushing a bit.
“And believe me, I know I’m not entitled to another round. I know you don’t believe in friends with benefits. So, I want to take you out like a somewhat respectable gentleman. And now that the sexual tension is out of the way, maybe we can be a little more real.”
“Well, I don’t know if the sexual tension is gone or not!” she says with a bubbly face. “Well, you know, I came and enjoyed myself. But you didn’t.”
“But I got what I wanted. Which was to make you come. I don’t know what will happen next, but even if I died right now, I’d die a happy man. Just having the memory of you. The memory of your voice going up the scale…”
“All right, you’re embarrassing me!”
I simper and prepare for the journey ahead. “I want to take you away. Show you my world. No lies, no sugar-coating it.”
I took Laura out of the country, literally escaped to the sea. Just the two of us on my private yacht, to a formal dinner. She looked stunning. She wore a sexy black lace dress, just a hint of cleavage, falling graciously to her mid-thigh. She knew what I wanted to see and she hid everything from me.
