Sex Story - Part 2: An Erotica Short

by Bebe Wilde

  All the way home, we could not keep our hands off each other. I wanted him again. We were so horny it’s a wonder we even made it home. Once we parked in the garage, we made our way towards our apartment but we had to stop and start up again. We couldn’t wait. He turned me around and threw me up against the wall in the garage and pushed open my legs with his knee. I didn’t even need a kiss; I just wanted to fuck.

  He pushed his cock in and I just hung on for the ride. His hand came around me to squeeze at my breasts and I pushed back at him, wanting everything he had and more. He began to suck at my neck with his mouth, sending shivers of delight and lust up and down my spine, then his hand made its way to my pussy and I rode it as he rode me, fucking me from behind, up against the wall, in public. It felt so dirty but so right to be doing it like that. It was like we were un-thwarted in our lust. We had to have it right then and nothing could stop us.

  We both came in a matter of minutes, grinding against each other until the last drop and last shudder of orgasm was over. I turned around and kissed him afterwards, pulling him in close.

  Then we headed towards our apartment. But we had to stop and kiss and feel each other up every so often on the way there. It was like we couldn’t get enough and we couldn’t. We had to have more. So, we felt each other up all the way to our front door and, once there, he opened it and we went inside and fell to the floor breathing heavily, grabbing at each other. We kissed and sucked at each other’s mouths and pawed at each other, ripped our clothes off and laid there naked, pressing our bodies together. Soon enough, he was ready again. This time, he climbed on top of me and settled between my legs.

  However, once he was in, we didn’t just have sex, we made love. It was slow, methodical. It was soul fucking. We stared into each other’s eyes, kissing occasionally until we both came just like that. It was quick and easy and felt so good. He kissed me gently and I kissed back, just loving the way it felt to be so close to him, never wanting it to end.

  When it was over, we held each other tightly, neither of us wanting to let go. I had to smile because our sex story was headed into new territory. This was totally new to me and I loved it. I never thought I’d go this far with him but I had. And it was a good feeling.

  Suddenly, my phone rang, giving off a shrill buzz that jarred us back into reality. I glanced at him and he stared back, then shrugged. I found my bag near my clothes on the floor, rummaged around and found my phone. I glanced at the caller and saw that it was Jill from the bar.

  “Hello, Jill,” I said, picking up.

  “Are you okay?” she asked. “My car is still here.”

  I laughed. “I’m fine. Eric and I… Well, we made up.”

  There was a pause, then she laughed and said, “Yeah. I get it.”

  I glanced at Eric, then said, “You get what?”

  “Fight sex,” she said. “That’s the best.”

  I thought about it. She was right. It had been the best.

  “I hate to say this,” she said. “But when you see your man like that, beating the shit out of some guy for you, it turns you on. You know?”

  “So, it’s happened to you?”

  “Oh, yeah,” she said. “Once or twice. Just keep it under control, though. You don’t want things to get out of hand.”

  Or did I? I shook the thought off and said, “No, no, everything is fine. I have your keys in my purse.”

  “I’ll get them tomorrow,” she said. “Oh, by the way, I’m still pissed off at Eric but I’ll talk to him later. I won’t ruin your night.”

  “Okay,” I said and looked over at Eric.

  “Well, good night.”

  “Good night,” I said and hung up, then turned to Eric.

  “What was that about?”

  “Jill,” I said. “She’s pretty pissed at you. The bar’s a wreck.”

  He nodded. “I’ll call her tomorrow and try to make things right.”

  “You better,” I said.

  “I will. Was that all she wanted?”

  “No, she let me have her keys to drive home but, obviously, that’s not the way it worked out.”

  “You can say that again,” he said and sat up, then gave me an intense look. “I have to say, that was the fuck of my life. I thought we’d had it good before, but after that… Wow.”

  “Yeah, wow,” I said.

  “And in public like that?” he said, shaking his head and chuckling. “It’s like we were a bunch of freaks.”

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” I said and laughed.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been that turned on. It was like I had taken a drug or something.” He grinned at me. “But, wow, baby. Wow.”

  I smiled. Yeah, wow. Could we do it again? And when? I was still in awe of how sexy this night had been. I would have never guessed having fight sex would be so delicious, or how much having sex in public would turn me on. But it did and I wanted more. Could I have more? And how soon?

  But I didn’t ask those questions and I didn’t ask because I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was go to bed with him and hold him tight. He wanted the same thing and knowing that was the best feeling I’d ever had. But when we woke up—who knew?