by Amelia Stone
“Oh God!” she cried, gripping my head so hard her nails scratched my scalp. She began to moan again, over and over, and I nearly lost it.
I pulled my head up, kissing her again as I began to thrust faster. I inserted a hand down between us to rub her clit, and she let out a scream.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Come for me, Hannah.” She moaned with each panting breath, arching her back. Her feet locked over my ass, her legs gripping my hips like a vise as she barreled toward her orgasm. And then, with a sexy howl, she tipped over the edge.
“Oh, God! Brian!” she cried out as she convulsed around me, coming even harder than she did before. I continued to thrust as she pulsed around me, milking me, until finally I exploded with her.
When we’d both recovered, I collapsed, resting my forehead on hers. “Jesus.”
She breathed out a shaky laugh and kissed me, quick and sweet. “Yeah. Me too.” She winced as I laughed with her.
“Shit, I’m crushing you,” I said, hastily rolling off her. I took care of the condom while I did so, tossing it in her wastebasket.
“It’s okay,” she said, rubbing my arm as though to reassure me.
I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on one arm so I could look down at her. “So,” I said, cautiously.
“So,” she repeated, sounding like she was preparing herself for a letdown.
“That was amazing,” I said, caressing her hip.
“Yeah?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“Definitely.” I kissed her deeply. “Still friends?” I asked hopefully.
She flashed a brilliant smile. “Definitely.”
Sometime during the night, I awoke to fingers pinching my nipple.
Feeling disoriented from the sudden awakening, I panicked at first, until I realized who it was. “Brian?” I asked, a little bleary.
He was spooning me, his long body warming my backside. We must have fallen asleep after that truly explosive round of sex.
He kissed my shoulder, moving his hand down to rub my belly. “Hi,” he said, his voice rough with sleep.
“What are you doing?” I asked, still half-asleep.
He kissed my neck, darting his tongue out to the sensitive skin at my pulse point. “I woke up in the middle of the night with a boner,” he said, pressing the evidence into my ass. I smiled. “Seems a shame to waste it,” he added.
I turned my head to look at him. “I thought last night was supposed to be it?” I asked.
He kissed me, a sweet, languid kiss. “One more time?” he asked, smiling.
I smiled back, unable to resist. “One more time,” I agreed.
I heard another foil packet ripping, and a moment later he hitched my leg over his and entered me from behind.
He took his time, stroking slowly. It was sleepy, quiet, lazy sex, but somehow it was even hotter than last night. It felt more intimate, with his arms embracing me and his lips brushing across my back, neck and shoulders. He began to rub my clit just as he captured my lips in a deep, sensual kiss, and I lost it, shattering into an orgasm that curled my toes and made my whole body shake. He found his own release soon after, and we drifted off to sleep again.
***
When I awoke the next morning, I was alone in my bed, lying over the covers, shivering in the frigid air streaming from the vent above. For a few seconds, I could almost believe I’d dreamed the previous night, but my nakedness, and the slight soreness between my legs, reminded me that it had been all too real.
I sat up, stretching, and immediately regretted it when my body swayed and my head started pounding. I frowned, remembering the virtual river of beer that had fueled my stupendous lapse of judgment last night.
I told Brian we would still be friends, but now I wasn’t so sure. Memories of last night flooded my mind, overwhelming me. I struggled for a moment, trying to reconcile everything. The way he touched me, kissed me, felt like more than a casual hookup. But I knew that’s all it would be, all it could be.
In the end, I wasn’t sure I could simply forget the intimacy of last night, despite all my bluster about being a big girl. And that scared me. If I couldn’t get over this, I would lose my friendship with Brian. And I really didn’t want that.
I sighed, and my head throbbed again. Shower. I needed a shower. And aspirin. And holy shit did I need to pee. Stat.
Something fluttering in the corner of my eye caught my attention, and I looked over at my nightstand to see a bottle of water holding down a scrap of paper, two small white pills perched on top.
I quickly swallowed the tablets and water as I read the note:
Went for a run/to the gym. Take these for your head. Be back in a while. –B.
Well, damn. That was sweet.
I sighed again. Thanks for not helping me get over last night, Brian.
I showered, dressed, and threw my bed linens in the wash. I was almost done making an epic post-hangover breakfast of pancakes (because they’d soak up the remaining alcohol), bacon and sausage (because one greasy protein was never enough), fruit salad (because I liked to pretend I made healthy meals), and eggs Benedict (because Hollandaise), when Brian came home.
“Hey,” he said, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him leaning over the counter, watching me with an almost wary expression.
I flashed him a huge smile, hoping to reassure him. “Hey! You hungry?”
He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath and nodded, looking more relaxed. Probably relieved I didn’t get all lovey-dovey. “Starving.”
“Great, have a seat,” I replied. “The pancakes are almost ready.”
He moved past me to the fridge, brushing against me in the tight kitchen space. I did my best not to stiffen at the innocent touch. This would have meant nothing yesterday, I reminded myself firmly.
“You want some OJ?” he asked.
“Sure.” I pulled two plates from the cabinet. “I made coffee, too.”
“Mmmm,” he groaned. “You’re the best.”
“I’m going to remind you of that when I make you do the dishes.”
He chuckled. “If I have to do the dishes, then you can’t complain about how I load the dishwasher.”
“When have I ever complained about that?” I asked as I set the food on the table.
He lifted one shoulder. “Maybe you don’t complain, but you do go along behind me and rearrange everything,” he said, flashing me a teasing grin.
I hung my head in mock shame. “Busted.”
He laughed and tossed a grape at me, but I caught it. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Otherwise I’d find you annoying.”
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Too bad that doesn’t save you from being obnoxious.” I popped the grape in my mouth.
He put a hand to his heart as though wounded, but he was laughing.
We laughed, and ate, and laughed some more. He told me a funny story about a guy at the gym trying to use the leg press for the first time. I told him about seeing a bulldog wearing a tutu while I was on my way to class yesterday. It was just like it always had been with us, easy and friendly. My shoulders gradually relaxed and the throbbing in my head eased as I realized we could do this. We could get past our one night of passion and just be ourselves.
We finished eating, and Brian cleared the dishes and scrubbed the pots and pans while I settled into the couch, intending to catch up on some schoolwork. When he was done, he headed off for a shower.
As soon as I heard the water running in the bathroom, I sneaked into the kitchen and began rearranging the dishes in the dishwasher. In my defense, he really did load it like a blind squirrel would. I mean, who puts a colander over the spray arm? Didn’t he know that would block the water flow?
“I knew I’d find you here,” came Brian’s voice from behind me, just as I bent over the silverware basket.
I froze, not daring to turn around for fear my face would give me away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said as innocently as I could. “I was
just, um… you forgot something. I was just putting this fork in here.” I continued to shuffle the silverware surreptitiously.
He laughed. “Really?” he asked, his tone wry.
“Scout’s honor,” I said, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder. “I…” I trailed off, my mouth popping open in surprise.
Because Brian was leaning against the kitchen counter, buck naked.
I froze in place, my back turned to him, ass sticking up in the air. I didn’t care. Naked Brian was a sight that could stop traffic. I couldn’t have moved even if a semi was bearing down on me at a hundred miles per hour.
My gaze traveled down his body, admiring the expanse of his tanned skin, still glistening with sweat from his workout. He was even more glorious in the morning sunlight than he had been last night. I could see every sharply defined muscle, every coarse brown hair on his chest, every inch of his… holy shit! Brian was ready for liftoff.
He cleared his throat, and my eyes snapped up to his face. He smiled at me knowingly.
I narrowed my eyes. “And just what are you smirking at?”
He grinned. “You, shamelessly ogling me.”
“Says the man shamelessly standing naked in the kitchen for no reason,” I shot back.
He moved closer, and I sucked in a breath. “Oh, I have a reason,” he rumbled in a low, husky voice. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me back into his hard-on.
“Oh? What would that be?” I asked breathlessly.
“You look too damn sexy in your little shorts, Hannah,” he murmured as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of my neck. “It got me all worked up. I couldn’t settle down enough to take a shower.”
“Oh?” I repeated.
“Oh yeah,” he said, pressing closer to me. “One more time?” he whispered, his breath tickling me.
I couldn’t find my voice to respond, so I nodded. Before I could blink, he had me stripped and bent over the kitchen counter. He produced a condom from I don’t know where, and then he was in me, pounding me from behind. It was frantic, and dirty, and oh so hot. I came in less than five minutes, and he was right behind me.
We collapsed against the kitchen counter with him still behind me, still in me. He ran his fingers through my hair, rubbing my hip with the other hand. “Now you’re all dirty, too,” he murmured, licking a bead of sweat from my shoulder.
I turned my head, and he kissed me. “Guess I’ll need another shower,” I said.
He tsked playfully. “So wasteful. We live in the desert, Hannah.” He smiled.
I wriggled out from under him, grinning. “Guess you’ll just have to join me, then,” I said, beckoning him with a crook of my finger and a shimmy of my hips.
He took two bounding steps toward me and scooped me up into his arms, carrying me off to the shower, both of us laughing the whole way.
Weeks later, I was sitting in the living room, not-so-patiently waiting for Hannah to finish changing into her costume so we could head out to the Halloween party.
“Are you ready yet?” I called out, glancing at my watch again. “Raj said all the good liquor will be gone if we don’t get there before ten.”
Silence.
“Hannah, can you hear me?” I all but shouted.
“I don’t want to go,” came the muffled reply from the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes. “Come on. It’s just one party. Even you can do this.”
“No.” Another muffled response. “I hate Halloween.”
“Hannah, you haven’t been out at all this semester. Our friends are starting to think you’re the twin that went to Portugal.”
I heard the bathroom door creak open. “I am not going out in this costume,” she declared emphatically.
I craned my neck, trying to see. She had steadfastly refused to tell me what she was planning on wearing for days. “Why not?”
“It doesn’t look right,” she said, poking her head out of the bathroom, the rest of her hidden behind the door. “I can’t pull it off.”
“Let me see,” I said.
She shook her head.
I blew out a frustrated breath. Hannah had loosened up a lot in the last month or so, ever since that first night we’d had sex. We’d fucked often since then; we just couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was only supposed to be one night, but somehow one night turned into the next morning, and then right before dinner, and twice before we went to sleep, and the next afternoon, and so on. Always just “one more time.”
And it had been great so far. We laughed, we made out, we fooled around. In her bed, in my bed, on the couch, on the kitchen counter, on the dining room table, in the shower, up against the wall, and even a couple of times on the floor in the hallway, because we couldn’t wait long enough to get to one of our rooms. We’d tried nearly every position we could think of. When it worked, it was mind-blowingly hot. When it didn’t, we laughed it off and tried something else. The last month and a half had been carefree, sexy, and a ton of fun.
And it really seemed like Hannah had gotten rid of the stick up her ass as a result. Since we became fuck buddies, she was more confident in herself, and a hell of a lot more relaxed, in bed and out.
Until tonight. You’d think Halloween would be a good chance for her to let her hair down, let go of her uptight, repressed self for a few hours. A chance for her to escape into another personality, be someone else for a while.
Apparently not.
“Hannah, I’m sure you look great. You always look great,” I said sincerely.
She shook her head again. “I’m not going, Brian. Just go without me.”
I sighed. “Raj will be pissed. I promised him we were both going.”
She rolled her eyes. “Raj is always pissed about something. That dude has issues.” She grinned. “He needs a really good lay.”
I chuckled. “True story.” I got up from the couch, grabbing my phone, keys, and wallet. “Are you sure you’re not coming?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “I’m going to call Jamy and see if she has something else I can wear. If not, I’ll just stay home.”
I frowned. “You guys aren’t the same size.” Hannah’s best friend had a much fuller figure than my tiny roommate.
Hannah bit her lip. “We’re just about the same height, though. She was an angel a couple of years ago, the robe should be one-size-fits-all.”
I shrugged, not wanting to belabor the point. “Whatever. I better get going. Text me if you change your mind. I’ll walk back over and grab you.” Raj only lived a couple of blocks from us, close enough to walk. But Halloween was not the night for Hannah to be walking around on her own.
I didn’t really like the idea of Hannah walking around by herself any night, come to think of it.
She nodded, closing the bathroom door again. Guess that settled that.
***
When I got to Raj’s house a few minutes later, the party was in full swing.
“Brian!” Raj called, making his way to me from across the room. “Good to see you, my man,” he shouted, clapping me on the shoulder. He looked behind me as though searching for something. “Where is your hot little roommate?”
I frowned. “She stayed home,” I said in a clipped tone. I guess I was still irritated that Hannah bailed on the party.
Raj turned beet red, his face contorting in anger. “What the fuck? She’s not coming?” I shook my head. “Goddamn it! I was finally going to get a piece of that tonight!”
I glared at him. “Like hell you were,” I growled.
He pulled his head back in surprise, looking up at me. “What the fuck, Brian? You hitting that?”
I closed my eyes, not answering. Trying to calm myself. Hannah and I weren’t really together, I reminded myself. We were just fucking around. Friends with benefits. We’d made it clear early on that both of us were free to see other people.
So why did the idea of her with Raj make my blood boil?
When I opened my eyes, Raj was
rubbing his junk through his doctor’s scrubs. “If you are fucking her, would you mind sharing? A little DP action, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows lewdly.
Right. That must be why. Raj was a pig.
Someone cranked the music, some shitty party tune that I’d heard a million times in the past few weeks. I shook my head. “I’m not with her,” I reluctantly admitted, and I bit back a curse when Raj’s face lit up with hope. “But I don’t think she’s looking to date anyone right now.” I had to shout over the music. “She’s still getting over Andrew.”
Which wasn’t really an attempt to throw him off the scent, to be honest. As far as I could tell, it was true. Sometimes Hannah would get really sad, stuffing herself with Oreos and listening to sappy indie pop ad nauseam. But she refused to talk about what was eating her, no matter how hard I tried to get her to open up. I could only assume it had to do with Andrew. She’d been with him for a long time, and their breakup was fucking vicious, from what little she’d told me. Any girl would have a tough time getting over it, especially one as sensitive as Hannah.
Raj scoffed. “Dude, no one said anything about dating.” He pumped his hips a few times. “I’m just talking about a good old-fashioned fuck fest. Maybe a blow job. Definitely some anal.” He grinned. “I bet she likes anal.” He rubbed his crotch again. “I bet she likes it nasty. Redheads are freaks in the sack.”
And then I punched him. Not too hard. I didn’t want to break his jaw or anything. Just hard enough to let him know he took it too far. He looked up at me, and much to my surprise, he didn’t seem angry. He actually looked amused.
“Don’t you ever talk about Hannah like that,” I snarled, leaning down, crowding him. Intimidating him. Making sure he got the fucking point.
