by Claire Raye
By the time I’m done, I no longer stink of skunk, but I’ve barely managed to get my body back under control. I contemplate jerking off, just so I don’t walk out there with my dick at full salute. But something about that feels weird, so instead, I turn the water to cold and force myself to stand under it until my hormones and my dick decide to calm the fuck down. Eventually they do and I switch off the water and get dry.
“Wow, something smells good,” I say, as I wander into the kitchen, now dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.
Ellen turns and gives me a smile. “Breakfast,” she says, gesturing to the toast and eggs that’s waiting for me. “It was the least I could do.”
I grin as I take a seat at the table. We eat, and the conversation is easy and light, mostly about our studies and where we’re from. I discover Ellen is a freshman majoring in business and accounting, the total opposite to me. I’m majoring in engineering and it’s my sophomore year, which explains why we’ve never crossed paths.
We’re also from opposite sides of the country, California for her and Rhode Island for me.
“Kinda weird we met somewhere in the middle, huh?” I say as I finish up the breakfast she’s made me.
“Yeah,” she says, just as her phone chimes out with a message. I watch as she picks it up, reads the message before rolling her eyes.
“Your sister again?” I ask.
Ellen chuckles. “Yeah, apparently our parents forced her to take this Aussie boy to her school dance last night, which of course was absolute hell for her even though she’s now bitching about all the other girls wanting to dance with him all night.”
I laugh, clearing up our plates. “Sounds like she’s jealous.”
“Oh, she’s jealous alright,” Ellen says, standing to help. “Jealous and stubborn and refusing to admit she actually likes him.” She throws her phone on the counter.
I laugh, knowing I’ve seen my two younger sisters go through the exact same hell with a guy they each liked.
“What are we going to do about our clothes?” Ellen asks, a hip propped against the counter.
“I think the bigger question is what are you going to do about your car?”
“Fuck,” she cries, burying her face in her hands. “I don’t know. I can’t think about that right now. It’s too much, far too much.”
I laugh. “Okay, first things first, the clothes. Should we try washing them?” I suggest, having no idea if laundry detergent can possibly kill skunk smell.
Ellen lifts her face from her hands, glances down at what she’s wearing, the boxers that are clearly not hers, the oversized t-shirt that does nothing to hide the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra.
“You realize that means I’m staying here for a bit, don’t you?” she says. “Because there’s not a chance in hell I’m walking home dressed like this.”
I grin. “That’s okay. I don’t mind if you stay and hang out.”
Ellen meets my stare. “What are we going to do while we wait?” she asks, a look on her face that I can’t read.
I can’t take my eyes from her, don’t move a single muscle as I look at her and she stares back at me. If I thought she looked hot before, it’s got nothing on how she looks now. Her face is clear, completely free of make-up and surrounded by long, dark blonde hair.
But it’s her eyes that really get me. Huge, chocolate brown eyes that feel like they’re pulling me in, pulling me closer.
And then I realize that they are, that I’m standing right in front of her, our faces now only inches apart, my hands somehow on her hips, fingers dipping beneath my t-shirt and brushing against her warm skin.
“We could do this,” I hear myself whisper, before closing the last of that distance and pressing my lips against hers.
She doesn’t push me away like I expect her to. Instead, she steps closer, her hands sliding around my neck and holding me to her as she deepens the kiss.
And fuck me, can she kiss.
Our mouths move hungrily against each other, lips parting ever so slightly as I feel the tip of her tongue, teasing me, tasting me as she pushes her whole body so it’s flush against mine.
My hands tighten at her hips, holding her against me as I say fuck it and just go with it, whatever this thing is that’s happening between us right now.
Turning, I walk her backward toward my room and up against my bed.
Ellen pulls back a little, her eyes searching mine as she says, “You don’t have a girlfriend or anything, do you?”
I grin, an eyebrow cocked. “No,” I tell her. “Not yet anyway.”
Ellen smiles back at me, a laugh escaping as she pulls me to her and we both fall backward onto my bed.
My hands slide under the t-shirt she wears and up to her breasts, her body bowing beneath me as I pinch her nipple, teasing it with my fingers.
“Oh god, Will,” she says, her own hands shoving my t-shirt up and over my head.
I repeat the action with hers, throwing it across the room before lowering my mouth to her breast this time, sucking her nipple, teasing it with my teeth while she moans and writhes beneath me.
Her hands are in my sweats now, shoving them down my hips as she asks, “Condoms?”
I lift my head, find her mouth with mine as my hands now push my boxers down her hips. “Patience,” I say, sucking her bottom lip.
“Ugh,” she says, nails digging into my back. “Fuck patience. “Condoms, now.”
I laugh, pulling back as I take her hands in mine, lifting her arms above her head and pinning them there as I hover over her. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re bossy?” I ask, my eyes raking over her body as it lies naked beneath me.
“No,” she says, biting her bottom lip.
I shake my head, laughing. “You’re so full of shit,” I whisper, lips brushing against hers.
“No, I’m not,” she says, pouting.
“Yes,” I say, biting her bottom lip this time. “You are. But don’t worry, I think it’s kinda cute,” I add, before covering her mouth with mine, and silencing anymore of her protests.
I kiss my way along her jaw, nibbling her earlobe before making my way down her body, along her collarbone, between her breasts, over her hipbone and between her thighs.
“Will,” she moans, fingers sliding into my hair as though to guide me back up to her.
“Shhh,” I murmur, not moving as I brush my mouth against her. I curl my hands under her thighs, pulling her closer as I start to tease her with my lips, my tongue. Ellen moans, her fingers tightening in my hair as she lifts her hips, pushing herself against me. I can’t stop the smile, even as I continue to taste her, at how impatient she is.
Sliding a finger inside her, I feel her body tense, her thighs as they clench around me and she groans again. I add a second finger, slowly sliding them both in and out as I continue to tease and taste her with my mouth.
“Oh god,” she says. “Oh fuck, I’m…I’m…”
And then I feel it, her body as it arches off the bed and she comes against me. I ride it out for her, watching her as she comes against me a second time before I slide my fingers out of her, stopping only to grab a condom from the drawer in my side table.
“Shit,” Ellen breathes, her chest heaving as she struggles to take in air. “That was, that…was…”
I grin, leaning in to kiss her. “Amazing,” I say, finishing her sentence.
“Yeah,” she breathes out. “It…it was,” she adds, pushing me off her.
I fall onto my back, watch as she grabs the condom from my hand and rips the packet open. She fumbles a little, getting it on, making me wonder how many times she’s done this. But before I have a chance to ask, she’s straddling my hips, my dick in her hand as she positions me and slowly lowers herself.
“Oh fuck, god, yes,” I groan.
Ellen stares down at me, a smile on her face, hands planted on my chest as she lifts herself up and repeats the move.
“Oh god,” I breathe. “Do that again, please.”
Her smile widens. “Now who’s the impatient one?” she asks, not moving.
I grin up at her, my hands moving to her hips. “Can you blame me?” I ask, fingers tightening as I guide her, and she slowly starts to ride me.
I don’t know how long we fuck for, but it feels like forever and not long enough. I watch her the whole time, her body as she moves against me, my hands as they move all over her skin.
She’s only the fourth girl I’ve ever slept with but fuck me if none of those previous attempts had anything on this.
Eventually, I know I’m not going to last much longer, and wanting to watch her come apart again, I move my hand to where we’re joined, my thumb finding that sweet spot my tongue was teasing earlier. The spot that has Ellen’s head falling back and a low curse falling from her lips.
I circle my thumb, working her, pushing her closer and closer, all the while she continues to ride me.
“Oh fuck, Ellen,” I say, pushing my hips up to meet hers, our bodies moving with a rapid urgency now.
“Yes, yes,” she cries and then it happens, we both come hard, our bodies exploding with release as I thrust up into her one last time.
“Holy fuck,” she says as she collapses on my chest, her now dry hair falling onto my face.
I brush it back, my heart pounding beneath her as I struggle to take in enough air. “You okay?” I finally manage to get out.
“God yes,” she says, her mouth against my skin.
I chuckle. “Yeah, that was pretty damn amazing,” I tell her. “Even if I do say so myself.”
Ellen lifts her head, her chin resting on my chest as she looks at me. “It was,” she admits, almost shyly. “Seems you’re not just a superhero when it comes to pulling skunks from a girl’s car.”
I burst out laughing. “Is that so?” I ask, brushing the hair back from her face.
“Hmmm,” she says, biting her bottom lip as she stares up at me. “Shit, our clothes!” she suddenly says, scrambling on top of me.
“Hey, hey, come here,” I say, pulling her back against me. “I’ll take care of it,” I add, gently easing her off me as I sit up.
Ellen watches as I pull the condom off, wrapping it in a tissue and throwing in the trash can beside my desk. I grab my sweats, pulling them back on before turning back to the bed.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I tell her, smiling.
Ellen smiles up at me, pulling the duvet around her naked body. “Yeah, I think you might be stuck with me for a while longer,” she says. “I’m hardly in a position to walk home like this.”
I chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “Good,” I whisper. “’Cause I wouldn’t mind being stuck with you for a long time.”
Chapter Three
Ellen
My heart is hammering in my chest, banging so loudly off my ribs that I can hear it thumping in my ears.
I suck in a deep breath hoping that while Will is retrieving our clothes from the laundry room, I can pull myself together. I’ve already broken the rule I had made for myself nearly five seconds ago about no one night stands or walks of shame ever again. Yet I’m in some stranger’s bed, and I think I might be falling for him.
Ugh… I can’t be one of those stupid girls who confuse sex for love. This is definitely lust and nothing more because I just met him after being blasted by a skunk. Or maybe that means it’s something more? Maybe the fact that he invited me up to his apartment, smelling like skunk spray and puke, looking like the girl on the cover of Hole’s Live Through This album, has some merit to it. Or fuck my life and maybe he just thought he’d get laid, which he did.
I have absolutely no right to mock my sister Lauren and her confusion over boys because at this moment I’m naked in the bed of a stranger wondering if he really likes me or if he just really likes vaginas.
Will walks back into the bedroom empty-handed and shrugs his shoulders. “They still smell like shit,” he says matter of factly. “Because I never put them in the washer. They’re in there now, but it doesn’t seem like soaking them in the Bloody Mary mix has done anything.”
“Maybe I should just go,” I say, pulling the sheet up a little higher as if that will suddenly erase the memory of my boobs from his mind. “Just come by later and pick up my clothes.”
It’s not like he’s creepy or anything like that so I have no idea why I’m suddenly hit with this overwhelming sense of self-consciousness.
“Why?” Will asks, a confused look crossing his face.
“I don’t know,” I reply. “Maybe…” I trail off not knowing what to say or how any of this even works.
“This wasn’t a pity invite. This wasn’t a scam to get you in my bed. And if we’re being honest here, this wasn’t even a one time thing for me.” He pauses a second and calls me to him with a hook of his finger, and I crawl to the edge of the bed. “I like you, Ellen. I like your confidence and your smart mouth, and I want to get to know you better.”
“Okay,” I say, my voice shaky as I try to control the blush I feel inching up my cheeks.
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips and I feel like I’m floating, butterflies fill my stomach and I giggle a little too teenage girl-like.
“Why don’t you throw on the clothes I gave you and we can get to know each other a little better.”
I nod my head in response, but I stay firmly rooted in the cocoon of sheets wondering if I should just drop it and climb out of the bed, or ask him to leave the room.
His hands literally just explored every inch of my body, did things to me that made me come more times than I ever have, and now I’m embarrassed that he might see my naked ass.
Fuck it.
I drop the sheet and he smiles at me, his eyes raking over my bare skin, so instead of rushing to get dressed, I take this opportunity to enjoy the fact that someone is interested in me.
Bending at the waist I pick up the boxers and pull them on and as I do, I look over at Will who is now leaning against his dresser taking me in.
“You trying to kill me?” he asks and I bite down on my bottom lip
“I don’t know. Is it working?” I ask, smiling back at him.
“Fuck yes.”
We spend the rest of the day fully clothed and lounging around Will’s apartment. It sure beats the hell out of the cramped dorm room I share with my roommate, and even though we’ve been snacking on microwave popcorn and pizza rolls, it also hands down beats the cafeteria food.
Our clothes ended up being toast, and after two washings the smell was still embedded into every fiber, stinking like hell. We tossed them and I borrowed a sweatshirt and a pair of socks and figured it would be enough to get me home.
By the time we decide to end our day together it’s almost eight p.m. and Will walks me out to my car. But as we approach it, both of us realize that leaving the windows open did nothing to dissipate the smell.
We’re about ten feet from the car when Will says, “I think your car is toast right along with our clothes.”
I scrub my hands over my face and wonder just how I’m going to get back to my dorm let alone explain this to my parents.
“My parents are going to kill me. Like seriously kill me. I’m glad we spent the day together because tomorrow I’m going to be dead.”
Right now, it’s five o’clock in California and the vineyard is probably just beginning to wind down for the day, so if I call now, I might catch them just as they’re closing up. Hopefully they’ll be too busy to question me on what happened and just tell me what I need to do.
Will laughs, slipping his arm around my waist and pulling me against him. My head falls to his shoulder and I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry. This is not the phone call I want to have with my parents during my first semester away at school.
“They’re not going to kill you,” Will says, guiding me away from the offending car and back up to his apartment. “Why don’t you call them from upstairs and then I’ll drive you home.”
“Okay,” I reply the defeat in my voice masking the tears I feel forming. I thought the whole incident this morning was a nightmare, but I’m pretty sure this phone call is going to top it.
I flop down on Will’s couch grabbing my cell phone from my purse and instead of calling my parents I call my sister.
It barely rings once when Lauren answers with a whiny, “What the hell, Ellen?” I roll my eyes already annoyed with her and this Aussie boy drama since I’m dealing with something far more serious. “I texted you like a million times yesterday and in the fucking middle of the night. Mom made me take the skinny version of Arnold Schwarzenegger to my school dance with me.” Her voice is high and loud and it takes everything in me not to bust out laughing.
“Dude, that’s Austria. Jack is from Australia. Two different geographical locations.”
“Stop correcting me and just listen,” she wails back. “All the girls at the dance were obsessed with him, and then he danced with that bitch Katy Miller and left me standing in the corner.”
“I thought you didn’t like him?” I shoot, knowing I’m pushing her buttons, but with my pending demise hot on my heels I better have some fun while I still have the chance.
“I don’t!” she yells and moans loudly into the receiver. “Maybe I do. I don’t know. Do you think he likes me?”
“Yes, Lauren. I do think he likes you, but if you keep being a shithead to him he’s going to hook up with Katy Miller, and from what you’ve said, she puts out. That’s a lot to compete with.”
“Ellen you aren’t helping and right now I hate you!” she screams, and Will widens his eyes at her shrill voice coming through the phone.
I slip my hand over the phone and whisper, “See I told you. Boy drama.”
Will smirks at me as if I didn’t just do the same thing a few hours ago. The stupid stressing over a boy and look how mine turned out. While I know it’s only been twelve hours since I met Will, things seem to be going better than most hook ups.
“Sorry, Lauren,” I say, placating her because I know the worst of this conversation is yet to come. “I do think Jack likes you. Just be nice to him. Maybe show him where we host weddings. You love the willow tree and the swing.” I suggest this to her in the hopes of calming her down so she can tell me if Mom and Dad are in a good mood.
