in mid-air and held them up for her to see.
“That would be great. I mean, not on a motorcycle, right?”
“Right. It’s a van. Discreet.”
“Thank you,” she said. The smile she turned on me made my heart turn over. There wasn’t any sense in dreaming, though. After this, she wouldn’t want anything to do with us. Probably wanted to forget the whole thing, for that matter.
I pulled up to her motel, only about a five minute drive from ours, and jumped out of the van to go around and open her door for her. She was too quick, sliding from the seat just as I arrived. I caught her and steadied her on her feet.
“Thanks,” she said. “I guess it was higher than I thought.”
“No problem,” I answered. “Hey…”
She put her hand on my chest to stop me, shaking her head with a small movement. “Don’t.” She went up on tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “See you around.”
And then she was gone. I touched my cheek with my fingertips where her soft lips had brushed it. Missed opportunities. I’d never know how she tasted, and that twisted my gut.
Cricket
C ould anything have been more embarrassing ? My rebellious moment, and sex with a porn star, had ended with me passed out like a drunk freshman at her first beer bust. From what I remembered, it had been incredible. Had he felt the same way about it? Evidently not, since he’d dumped me on someone in the motorcycle club he could push around, from the sound of it.
Dismissed like a stalker. Humiliated, I considered taking a bus out of town and making my way to some backwater where I could live out my life in shame without ever having to admit to the whole sordid incident. Naturally, even though it was only about three in the morning, I couldn’t go back to sleep. No, I’d had plenty of deep, restful sleep. Ugh.
I ran through the timeline again. I’d been drinking at the bar, just started only my second beer, when Egghead interrupted. Spilled my beer on one biker, ran into another, and lo and behold! It was a porn star I’d been addicted to ever since finding his video. What are the odds of actually, literally, running into a porn star? And then to have him invite you back to his room? If it hadn’t been a dream, it should have been.
What went on in the real world while I was living out a fantasy? My brother probably had reported to Mom and Dad exactly what I told him to, without embellishment, since they hadn’t been blowing up my cell phone. Speaking of which, was it even on? I checked.
Yes, it was on, and it still had a small percentage of battery life. I looked at missed messages, just in case, and there weren’t any. Feeling slightly pleased that they were giving me my space as an adult, and slightly disconcerted that they weren’t worrying about me surrounded by bikers, I put the phone on the charger and went back to ruminating about my evening.
What was I supposed to think? That Jack, or Jake, whatever his name was, would fall madly in love with me, renounce his porn career and his motorcycle gang, and live happily ever after with me? I scoffed at myself.
Of course I hadn’t thought that. I was so blinded by lust I hadn’t really thought anything. I was probably lucky not to have been kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery. A snort escaped me. Like that would happen.
The real question was two-fold. When this crazy week was over, and I was embarked on my job search, how would I feel about doing such an out-of-character thing? Because as much as I fantasized about porn-style scenarios, wasn’t the reality just over the top?
Nothing in my past would have prepared me to do what I’d done last night. Would I replay it over and over, trying to process the outrageousness of it? Or would it fade into the back of my mind like a half-remembered dream?
I simply couldn’t decide. The second question was of more concern. Would experiencing that massive cock ruin me for anyone who didn’t measure up?
The first question would be answered
“That would be great. I mean, not on a motorcycle, right?”
“Right. It’s a van. Discreet.”
“Thank you,” she said. The smile she turned on me made my heart turn over. There wasn’t any sense in dreaming, though. After this, she wouldn’t want anything to do with us. Probably wanted to forget the whole thing, for that matter.
I pulled up to her motel, only about a five minute drive from ours, and jumped out of the van to go around and open her door for her. She was too quick, sliding from the seat just as I arrived. I caught her and steadied her on her feet.
“Thanks,” she said. “I guess it was higher than I thought.”
“No problem,” I answered. “Hey…”
She put her hand on my chest to stop me, shaking her head with a small movement. “Don’t.” She went up on tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “See you around.”
And then she was gone. I touched my cheek with my fingertips where her soft lips had brushed it. Missed opportunities. I’d never know how she tasted, and that twisted my gut.
Cricket
C ould anything have been more embarrassing ? My rebellious moment, and sex with a porn star, had ended with me passed out like a drunk freshman at her first beer bust. From what I remembered, it had been incredible. Had he felt the same way about it? Evidently not, since he’d dumped me on someone in the motorcycle club he could push around, from the sound of it.
Dismissed like a stalker. Humiliated, I considered taking a bus out of town and making my way to some backwater where I could live out my life in shame without ever having to admit to the whole sordid incident. Naturally, even though it was only about three in the morning, I couldn’t go back to sleep. No, I’d had plenty of deep, restful sleep. Ugh.
I ran through the timeline again. I’d been drinking at the bar, just started only my second beer, when Egghead interrupted. Spilled my beer on one biker, ran into another, and lo and behold! It was a porn star I’d been addicted to ever since finding his video. What are the odds of actually, literally, running into a porn star? And then to have him invite you back to his room? If it hadn’t been a dream, it should have been.
What went on in the real world while I was living out a fantasy? My brother probably had reported to Mom and Dad exactly what I told him to, without embellishment, since they hadn’t been blowing up my cell phone. Speaking of which, was it even on? I checked.
Yes, it was on, and it still had a small percentage of battery life. I looked at missed messages, just in case, and there weren’t any. Feeling slightly pleased that they were giving me my space as an adult, and slightly disconcerted that they weren’t worrying about me surrounded by bikers, I put the phone on the charger and went back to ruminating about my evening.
What was I supposed to think? That Jack, or Jake, whatever his name was, would fall madly in love with me, renounce his porn career and his motorcycle gang, and live happily ever after with me? I scoffed at myself.
Of course I hadn’t thought that. I was so blinded by lust I hadn’t really thought anything. I was probably lucky not to have been kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery. A snort escaped me. Like that would happen.
The real question was two-fold. When this crazy week was over, and I was embarked on my job search, how would I feel about doing such an out-of-character thing? Because as much as I fantasized about porn-style scenarios, wasn’t the reality just over the top?
Nothing in my past would have prepared me to do what I’d done last night. Would I replay it over and over, trying to process the outrageousness of it? Or would it fade into the back of my mind like a half-remembered dream?
I simply couldn’t decide. The second question was of more concern. Would experiencing that massive cock ruin me for anyone who didn’t measure up?
The first question would be answered
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