by Laura John
“Okay, you horny teenagers, break it up. Do you realize it’s almost eleven? I’m pretty sure that is way past curfew,” Shae says with a smile from the doorway.
I giggle and give Dustin a quick kiss goodbye. “Text me when you get home.”
Dustin smiles and nods, then heads to his truck.
“Thank God. You saved me,” I tell Shae when we get inside.
“Oh, I could tell you were about to go back on what you wanted. Don’t let your stupid hormones take over.”
I nod. “It’s not easy. He is so goddamn attractive. And it’s not just a physical attraction.”
I walk to the kitchen and grab the wine, pouring two glasses, of course.
“Well, good girls don’t put out on the first date, but all bets are off for the second one.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
“Stop it,” I giggle, giving her a glass.
I sip the wine, thinking about the best date of my life. Okay, the only real date I’ve ever been on.
“So, what did you guys do?”
I blush. “We went to this theater that plays old movies and watched A Walk to Remember.”
“That is disgustingly cute,” she says, but has a big smile on her face.
“I know! It was the best! We held hands, and I felt like a teenager with a normal life.”
“You deserve normal. When is the next date?”
“Friday. Can you watch Olivia again?”
She looks up, as if thinking on the idea. “Under one condition.”
“What condition?”
“You’re not allowed to come home,” she says with an evil smile.
“I thought I told you I want to take things slow.”
She nods. “Yep, I heard you. I also saw you dry humping him in your driveway. It’s safe to say you’re not going to hold out long. So, I’m just being your sex godmother, and giving you a push in the right direction.”
I shake my head, laughing hard. “You are ridiculous. But you’re right. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself for long. And it’s not like it will be the first time. It’s just a progression of our relationship. I still want to date, but maybe we can put sex back on the table.”
Shae squeals, and I shake my head.
“Girl, I’m not getting any, so I have to live vicariously through you,” she says.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes and drink more wine.
“Stop acting like a crazy person,” Shae says, teasing my hair again.
“Well, stop pulling my fucking hair,” I mumble.
“You won’t be saying that to Dustin later.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me, making me roll my eyes.
“Maybe I should just stay home,” I whisper.
“Nope. Not allowed. You are going to go out, have a good time, and get your freak on.”
“Are you sure this isn’t too fast?” I ask, feeling uncomfortable.
When we jumped in with both feet last time, things ended badly. I love Dustin. I know that. But I still feel like things need to go differently this time.
“Honey, you don’t have to move in tomorrow. You don’t have to get married next week. And if you don’t feel ready, you don’t have to sleep with him tonight. Dustin isn’t going to get mad. But if this is something you want, it doesn’t make you a bad person to go for it. The rest of the relationship can still move at whatever pace you want. It’s not wrong to have sex early on. It’s human nature to want it. Just do what you want and don’t overthink it. So many people don’t even date and just sleep around. I know that’s not what you want, but sex can be just sex.”
I mull the words over in my head. I don’t think sex will ever be just sex with Dustin, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I know I want to go on a lot more dates, and take Olivia out together, and keep that part slow. But I also know I want his hands on my body, and I want to be in his bed tonight.
“Thanks for the pep talk,” I tell her, standing and fixing my dress.
“You look amazing! Where is he taking you?”
“We’re going out for drinks and appetizers, but he didn’t say where. I’m hoping somewhere quiet so we can talk.”
“Well, tell him. He isn’t a mind reader. If you want something, ask for it.” Shae looks away quickly, and the atmosphere changes.
“What’s going on?” I ask grabbing her arm.
“I just wish I would have done more of that in my relationship. I wasted years with Karl. We were happy at first, and I was madly in love. But we quickly turned into just friends, and then he cheated on me. I gave him everything, and he repaid me by fucking some slut.” She breaks down in tears.
I pull her into my arms. “Let me call Dustin. We can reschedule.”
She pushes me back and shakes her head. “No, you go. I’ll be fine. Damon is coming over for a movie night anyway. He’ll make sure I’m okay.”
“You guys are having movie night without me?” I say, putting a hand over my heart and acting offended.
“Shut up and go have a good time.”
I give her another hug. “If you need me home, call me.”
“Not going to happen,” she says, putting a fake smile on.
My phone pings, and I know Dustin is here.
“I’m serious,” I tell her as I walk toward the door.
“I know, but I’ve got this. Life won’t be difficult forever,” she sighs.
Dustin is standing in front of his truck when I get outside.
“Aren’t gentlemen supposed to come to the door? Or has chivalry finally died?” I say when I get in front of him.
“You know I would if I wasn’t afraid of waking the kids,” he tells me, kissing my cheek.
“I know. I just like giving you a hard time.”
He walks me to the passenger door and opens it for me.
“Can we go somewhere low-key and quiet? I want to talk and spend one-on-one time with you,” I tell him as I climb in.
“Yeah. I was actually thinking the same thing. There is this awesome lounge on the east end that has booths that make you feel like you’re the only ones there.”
That makes my heart jump. We know each other so well, but sometimes it’s nice to just sit and talk. And for as much as we’ve been hanging out recently, there is still so much to talk about.
“That sounds amazing,” I tell him, and he puts the truck in drive.
Why does Crystal have to always look so fucking amazing? I’m having to fight a chub and I’ve only been in her presence five minutes.
I keep glancing at her as I’m driving, knowing my attention should be on the road, but I’m so easily distracted by the knockout sitting beside me.
The dress she has on tonight is flowy and short and has a low neckline, giving me the best view of her tits. How am I supposed to stay a gentleman when she is literally walking temptation?
“So, what time did Mommy Shae set for curfew tonight?” I ask, trying to keep my attention on the road and not on her tits.
“Actually, she told me I wasn’t allowed to come home tonight. Hence the tote. I packed a change of clothes.”
I gulp and feel my body heat. She wants to spend the night? But I thought she wanted to take things slow.
“I thought maybe you were just into the big purse thing,” I tell her, feeling a little bit nervous.
I don’t know how to navigate this situation. I don’t want to pressure her, but this means we’re having sex, right? Fuck, why is life so complicated? And by life, I mean women. They say one thing, but mean another, and change their minds more often than I change my underwear. And I change it every day, in case you’re wondering.
“Dustin, the bag is almost as big as me. I’m pretty sure that was never a trend,” she jokes.
I smile. I want to ask her what this means, but I’ll just let the night go how it will. I’ll let Crystal call the shots. If she just wants to sleep in my bed and cuddle, great. If she wants more, well, no shit, I’m up for that.
Walking into the lounge, I escort Crys
tal to a back booth that is secluded enough to give us time alone.
“What can I get you guys?” the waiter asks.
I’m slightly thankful our server is a guy. The last thing I need is a woman hitting on me for tips.
“I’ll have a Coors Light,” I tell him, and he nods.
“I’ll have a vodka and cranberry please,” Crystal tells him with a smile.
“Of course,” he tells her with a wink.
Now I get why girls get crazy when waitresses flirt. I kind of want to punch this guy in the face. Like, it’s very obvious that we’re on a date.
“Calm down, Hulk,” Crystal says with a giggle.
“I’m fine,” I say, trying to act cool.
“Sure, you are. Then why do you look like you’re going to rip someone’s head off right now?”
I blow out a breath. “I guess I’m just feeling what you feel a lot. I’m so used to women flirting with me, it almost doesn’t even register. But when that douche winked at you, I wanted to break his nose.”
Crystal starts laughing and falls into my arms. She wipes away her tears, trying to compose herself.
“Dustin, that was nothing. Chicks literally whip their tops off at your concerts.”
I smile. “I guess you’re right. Does that bother you?”
She shrugs. “I mean, I would rather they didn’t, but I know you’re faithful. Not like Shae’s ex.”
I put my arm around her shoulder, and she rests her head on mine.
“How is she doing?” I ask.
“I mean, as good as can be expected. I just wish she didn’t have to go through this.”
“Yeah I understand. When I heard about him cheating, I thought about going and paying him a visit. Messing up his face a little.”
“Did you hear about what Damon did?” she asks as the waiter drops our drinks off.
I shake my head.
“He took all of Karl’s pants, threw them on the lawn, and lit them on fire. He filmed it and chanted, ‘Liar, liar, pants on fire.’”
I almost spit my drink out. “What did Shae say?”
Crystal sits up and gives me a look. “Who do you think gave him the key?”
I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. “Did he call the cops?”
“Nah. Damon knows really good lawyers, and Karl knew he was the asshole in the situation.”
I smile. It feels so good to just be alone with Crystal and be a couple. I’m glad she suggested we take it slow. It gives us time to do actual couple things before taking another step.
Of course, I want to take every step there is with Crystal. But just dating right now is actually really nice.
The whole evening goes by in a blur. We talk, and laugh, and drink. Well, me more than him, since he’s driving. Before I know it, it’s midnight.
“Do you want to get going?” I ask Dustin.
He gives me his perfect smile, which makes me melt, and heat pools between my legs.
“Sure,” he says. “Are you positive you want to spend the night? I can take you home if you want.”
I love that he’s being so considerate, but I do want to spend the night. I’ve missed the way it feels to sleep in his arms. The way I feel comforted by it.
“I’m sure.” I kiss him gently. “I’ve missed sleeping in your arms.”
“I miss having you in my arms,” he murmurs, kissing me back.
“Do you want a glass of water?” Dustin asks when we walk into his house.
I nod and make my way to the living room. I’ve been here before, but we do spend most of our time at my house. It’s kind of nice having a change of environment. I grab a fuzzy blanket off the back of the couch and get comfy.
“I like you like this,” Dustin says, his voice a little lower and his eyes glowing with heat.
“Like what?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Relaxed in my house. I want to see you like this all the time.” He hands me the water and sits next to me, pulling me into his arms.
I take a sip and set the water down. I should really drink the whole glass so I don’t get a hangover tomorrow, but I can finish it later.
I move to straddle Dustin and smash my lips to his. He lets out a low moan and grasps my hips. I spear my hands through his hair. I’ve missed the way it feels to have his hands on my body. The way he tastes, the way he smells, everything.
“Fuck,” Dustin growls when I move and bite his neck. “I was planning on being a gentleman tonight, but I just want to fuck you.”
My whole body heats, and the ache between my legs grows.
“I don’t want a gentleman right now,” I whisper into his ear before pulling the lobe into my mouth.
Dustin mumbles something before picking me up.
“My room. Now,” he demands.
There is no way I’m arguing.
He has this way of making me feel like I weigh nothing when I know damn well I don’t. He carries me to his room and lays me gently on his bed, kissing me with so much passion that it consumes me.
“I love you so much,” he whispers against my lips.
There is no fucking way I’m going to be able to last. All night, I’ve wanted this. And now that I’m here, I’m painfully hard, but I don’t want to leave Crystal unsatisfied.
Crystal reaches for my pants, but I stop her.
“Uh-uh,” I tell her, placing her hands back on the bed. “First, you. I’m going to make you scream my name, and then we’ll worry about me.”
She bites her lip and I can see her chest heaving with her breaths.
“Stand for me,” I tell her, and pull her dress over her head throwing it on the floor.
“Holy shit,” I whisper when I see her standing there in a black lace bra and matching thong. “If I’d known you had this on underneath, I would have gotten you home sooner.”
She gives me the sexiest smile I have ever seen.
“You like it?” she asks, her eyes darkening.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me.
I nip at her neck, and she lets out a gasp.
“Why do you have to taste like pure ecstasy? The second I get you on my tongue, I never want to let you go.”
I leave a trail of kisses down her neck and shoulder, slipping her bra strap down. She whimpers as I lower one cup of her bra and pull her nipple into my mouth.
“Dustin,” she moans.
My dick presses against my jeans. Fuck, that hurts, but this is about her first. I reach around and undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“As much as this is sexy as fuck, I want you naked,” I say, pulling her thong down.
Pushing her back gently, I lay her on my bed.
“I could spend the rest of my life worshiping your body,” I say as I kiss my way down her body, stopping just before her sweet center.
I give her one slow lick, and her hips buck off the bed. I have to fight back a chuckle. My girl wants it so bad, and I’m going to give it to her. I slip a finger into her pussy. Fuck, I forgot how tight she is. Then I suck her clit into my mouth and insert another finger.
“Fuck, Dustin!” Crystal screams, pulling on my hair.
I pick up the speed of my fingers curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her. I stop with my tongue for a minute to take in the vision of Crystal. Her head is thrown back, her chest heaving from her heavy breathing. She looks like she is in heaven, and I love that I’m doing that to her.
“Do you like that, baby?” I rasp.
“Yes! Please! Don’t! Stop!” she moans, taking a breath between each word.
I pull her clit back into my mouth and feel her pulse around my fingers. She screams at the top of her lungs, and I smile. Making her come undone like this not only turns me on more, but it is so addicting. I want to do it every day, forever.
I hover over her body and give her a gentle kiss. She’s panting and has a sated smile on her face.
“How do you know exactly what to do to send me over the edge
?” she asks just above a whisper.
“I pay attention, remember?” I kiss her neck.
She puts her hands on my cheeks pulling me back to her mouth. Her tongue enters and I let out a small moan.
“I want you in me,” she breathes.
“With fucking pleasure,” I tell her.
She giggles, and I stand up, quickly taking my clothes off and grabbing a condom.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” I tell her honestly. “You make me lose my cool.”
“Just take me, Dustin. Make me feel it all.”
I climb onto the bed with her and hover over her body. As I look into her eyes, I can tell she wants to say something.
“What’s up, baby?” I ask, needing to make sure she’s still okay with this.
“I was wondering if I could try going on top?” she asks, biting her lip.
Wow. Just the thought of her tits bouncing up and down has my dick bobbing.
“Whatever you want, baby,” I say, rolling onto my back.
She climbs on top of me and grabs my dick in her hand.
“Fuck,” I hiss out at just the touch.
Ever so fucking slowly, she slides down on me, and I need to focus to stop from blowing right away. She moves up and down painfully slow, grabbing her tits, and moving her hips perfectly. She is lost in the sensation, and I’m lost in how amazing she looks. I start to buck from underneath, and I can tell she loves it.
“Yes,” she moans.
And that does it. I have to go hard. I can’t wait anymore. I flip her over and start to fuck her hard and fast.
“Holy fuck!” she screams at the top of her lungs as her second orgasm crashes over her.
I’m right behind her, and I collapse on top of her. Quickly, I roll us to our sides so I don’t crush her.
“That was amazing,” she whispers into my chest.
“Damn right. I’m going to clean up. Don’t you dare get dressed or leave.” I press a quick kiss to her lips.
“Thank you for spending the night,” I tell Crystal when I get back to bed, playing with her hair.
Her fingers play with the light speckling of hair on my chest and she kisses me just above my heart.
“Tonight was amazing. I just want to make one thing clear, though.” She pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing. “I still want us to date, maybe a couple more solo ones before we start bringing Olivia along with us. I don’t mind having a few sleepovers like this, but I think we still need our own space right now.”
