1 comments/ 27495 views/ 6 favorites One Night in New York By: xstarxloverx Just another little thing I had bouncing around in my head. This one has a slow build-up, so if you're looking for instant gratification, you're probably better off looking somewhere else. The characters in this story have no relation to the characters in the "The Way Things Change" series. Enjoy! --- It was another Friday night in Joe's basement. The five of us had spent so many similar nights here that the hours had blurred together until whole nights were distilled into anecdotes and stupid stories that were passed between us the way close friends do. They were stories we told over and over again, sort of a way for us to stay connected to the people we had been. The past was even more important to us now, I guess, because it was the Friday after Thanksgiving freshman year, and it was the first night we were all back together. From elementary school, we had grown up together, gone through high school together, and graduated together, all in the same small town on the eastern side of the Connecticut coastline. For the first time since middle school, we were apart. None of us were even at the same college. We didn't have a name for our little group, but I always thought of us as a sort of real-life Breakfast Club. On the outside, none of us should have been friends with the other; we were all so different. But when you grow up as kids together, the ties that bind you together end up being stronger than social groups. Joe was the brain of the group. Straight As through high school, 4.0 GPA, National Honor Society, valedictorian, yadda yadda yadda. Not that any of us were really slouches, but Joe blew us all out of the water. He had been given a full ride to Cornell, and was double-majoring in astronomy and engineering. He literally wanted to be a rocket scientist. The hell of it was, Joe didn't fit the stereotypical image of a nerd. He was tall and skinny, sure, but he was also a handsome guy, with sharp, angular features. Despite his looks, though, he had had a hard time dating in high school. He would go out with girls for a short time, but they would eventually get scared off by his overly analytical thought process and incessant talk about the most obscure topics. At the moment, he was sitting on the couch on my left as we watched a movie. Joe had been one of my best friends since the first day of homeroom in 6th grade. On the opposite side of me was Amanda. She was the cool kid in the group. Even tonight, a casual Friday night with her four closest friends in the world, she was fashionably dressed in black leggings underneath a knee-length skirt and a tight t-shirt. The outfit did nothing but accent her ample rack and her long, toned legs. Her bright red hair was always impeccably done; I don't think I had ever seen Amanda look disheveled. Even the morning after prom, when we had all woken up exhausted and hung-over in Joe's basement, her hair was perfect and her makeup had somehow stayed in place without running or smudging. Even though she was a princess and she knew it, she was also one of the kindest, sweetest people on the planet. She would go out of her way to help anybody who needed it, whether it was through a church group or the Key Club or just someone she had come across while she was out. I also couldn't remember a time she had just walked by a homeless person without putting money in their cup. She was studying Management and minoring in Spanish at UConn. She wanted to work for an urban non-profit after college, which was perfect for her. Tony and Callie were playing ping-pong at the table behind the couch, and they had been going at it for a while. Tony was Amanda's boyfriend, although they had been members of our group before they had started dating. Tony was probably the second-smartest person in our group, but he had spent most of his time trying to excel on the football field instead of in the classroom, and he had barely graduated in the top third of our class - a failure considering his obviously high level of intelligence. His academics had probably hurt his recruiting chances a little bit, although he had been courted heavily by Big East and ACC schools before deciding to play for Syracuse. Tony had already started three games at fullback for the team, and had played in four more, rushing for four touchdowns. He and Amanda had a flirtatious rivalry due to the relationship between their schools, but it was all in good fun and they were very much in love. When people asked him what he was majoring in, he always told them "football." He didn't have much of a life plan yet, but I think like most jocks, he was planning on working in athletics - probably as a trainer or a coach. He was a small running back, just over six feet tall, but he as was wide across as a school bus. His hair flowed past his shoulders, and combined with his bulk, he looked like he could be a bouncer at a grunge club. Callie was the biggest prankster I had ever met. She was always thinking of ever more creative ways to screw with us. I couldn't tell you how many times she had scared the shit out of me by popping out of the most unlikely places. She had also spent most of high school thinking of ways to disrupt classes and annoy teachers - but always in a benevolent manner, like if we were taking a test or one of us had under-prepared for a presentation. She was notorious, and I don't think a student in the building didn't know her for the stink bombs or false fire alarms by the time we graduated - no small feat considering the senior class alone had over 500 people in it. Despite her somewhat...criminal nature, she was also very creative and had a knack for writing poems and telling stories. This talent had led her to the creative writing program at UNC in Chapel Hill. I had spent so many nights listening for hours, spellbound, as she read her latest creation to me over the phone. She would call me at all hours of the night, as soon as she finished a story just to read it to me. Even though she woke me up most of the time, I would always listen. Callie and I had been friends since she had moved into the house around the corner from mine in 2nd grade. She was also my best friend in the world, and we knew everything about each other. Over time, I had watched her go through the usual phases of childhood: from the tomboy in overalls who refused to wear skirts or anything pink to the gangly teenager who shot up about six inches in a year. What would she think about me? How would the rest of the group describe me? I guess I was the artsy one of the group. I had been involved in every play from the fall of freshman year to the spring of senior year the school had put on, and a number of productions outside of the school. I had acted, directed, created lighting, sound, props, sets...you name it, I did it. Along the way, I had developed a reputation as being something of a basket case. I think it's common for creative people to be very emotional, and in my case, my emotions were displayed through my temper. I wasn't angry all the time, but when I did, I blew my top. I had broken a few doors and walls in my time; too many, but it was something I was always trying to work on. This usually led me to being typecast as the antagonist in most of the plays I did. Callie was the only person who was able to calm me down, and she was usually the only one who would come to me and talk me down from the precipice I had been perched on. Usually, she pulled me away to a quiet place and let me vent, no matter where we were or what it was that had set me off. Most of our teachers had tolerated it in high school because they knew there were few other options other than to let me progress from frustrated to angry to depressed to utterly despondent. With Callie, I usually stopped at depressed, and it passed quickly. With her encouragement, I had auditioned for, and was accepted to, the Carnegie Mellon University drama program, where I was focusing on acting. So there were the five of us, hanging out in Joe's basement like we always had. Things felt different, with high school memories far enough away to be nostalgic, but close enough for us to still be attached to them. We had already started to branch out to other groups of friends at our respective schools, but we had somehow kept our roots in the right place. "So what do you guys want to do tonight?" Tony asked as he sent back Callie's serve. "It's our first weekend back together! We have to do something special." "Yeah, but there's nothing special to do in the middle of nowhere," huffed Amanda. "Not unless you want to go to another one of Scott Palmer's parties." The four of us groaned. The last party that Scott had thrown was the weekend before most of us left for school. It ended with one of us passed out in a neighbor's hot tub, two of us in the waiting room of the free clinic, and all of us in deep shit with our parents. "I don't think any of us want to repeat that experience," I said. "Besides, it's going to be the same people doing the same stupid shit they did last year." "And it's not like they're the only ones," Callie teased. I flipped her off, and she stuck her tongue out at me, grinning. I didn't mention that I was in the hot tub, or that I was in it naked with Miranda Roberts, who had a face permanently fixed into a scowl, and a personality to match. We had all done stupid stuff, so most of the others didn't tease me too much about it, but Callie brought it up whenever she had the chance. "So what should we do?" asked Joe. "There's not much worth doing around here in the winter." This was true. Most of the under-21 entertainment in the area was geared towards warmer months, like the mini-golf course or the swim club in the middle of the woods that we'd hop the fence of and swim in after hours. We all sat around, silent except for the tapping of the ping-pong ball off of the table and the paddles. All of a sudden, Tony grabbed the ping-pong ball in mid-flight. "We should go to the city!" he exclaimed, as excited as if he had just discovered a cure for cancer. "There's tons of stuff to do in New York!" "Dude, nobody wants to drive down to New York," I said. By 'nobody', I meant 'me'. I was usually the one who drove us everywhere. Not that I minded, but I didn't want to drive the two hours it would take to get there. "Come on, it'll be great!" he said as he started to grab me up off of the couch. "It's only seven! We could be in the heart of Manhattan by nine-thirty, ten o'clock at the latest! Then we could party all night!" "Yeah, but where would we go?" asked Callie. "It's not like any of us have good fake IDs." Callie had had one, but it was confiscated at a bar in Chapel Hill two weeks into the school year. "There are plenty of 18+ clubs in New York," Tony said. "I went to a few when I visited my sister this summer..." "Dawnnnn..." Joe and I sighed together. Dawn was Tony's older sister, and she was HOT. Ever since our balls had dropped, we had teased him mercilessly about it. He took a few playful swings at us. Callie and Amanda both rolled their eyes. "Seriously. I went to this place with her and a bunch of her friends. I think it's called the Shadow Room, or something like that. It was insane. Lots of good looking people grinding on each other. Plenty of single guys, Callie," he said as he winked at her. I was loath to admit it, but comments like that always made me a little jealous. "And Don, there are plenty of girls with lower standards that would be wiling to give you a shot, I'm sure." Choosing to ignore that sideswipe, I looked around. Joe and Callie seemed genuinely interested. Amanda had a resigned look on her face, as if to say "I don't really want to, but I'll go if you drag me there." Tony looked at me. "Come on Don, it's up to you." I hesitated for a second, then realized that this was probably the last chance we'd have to do something like this before the new year. I sighed, then nodded my head. "Fine, but you can drive." "Awesome! Let's go!" And with that, we went. Little did any of us know that our group would be irrevocably changed by the time we returned early the next morning. *** We left Joe's house in Tony's aging Taurus, with Amanda in the front seat and Callie squeezed between Joe and I in the back. For some reason, I was hyperaware of Callie's thigh pressing against mine. Every time she shifted in her seat, I tensed up slightly. I kept anticipating her placing her hand on my knee or her head on my shoulder, although I had absolutely no reason to think she would do such a thing. The drive to the city took a little under three hours, and as we drove, the five of us kept an almost constant stream of chatter. Most of the conversation focused on the separate lives we had led over the past two months. We talked about classes, professors, roommates, and of course, sex. "So who's still got their Streak going?" asked Tony at about the time we drove through New Haven. Callie and I raised our hands. Tony looked at us in the rearview, then spun around in surprise. "No more, Joe? Like, no shit?" Joe nodded. "Nice! Details?" I should explain. When Tony and Amanda first lost their virginity to each other, it was the middle of baseball season, and Tony's baseball idol was Joe DiMaggio. Tony first told us about him and Amanda by declaring his streak of "seventeen sexless years was over!" We all laughed at him when he explained it at first, but from that point on, we referred to the quest to lose our virginity as "trying to end the streak." "So who is she?" asked Amanda. "You're still single, right?" "Yeah, this wasn't with anybody I dated," Joe responded. "It was this girl from my dorm that I met at one of the honors orientation meetings. I think she was more interested in me that I was in her." "But you still slept with her?" Tony asked, incredulous. We all were. This wasn't like Joe at all. "Well, I didn't find out I wasn't interested in her until after we hooked up. But, yeah, I guess so..." he mumbled, obviously embarrassed at his out of character actions. "It wasn't like I set out to be a dick." We drove along in silence for a few minutes. Finally, Amanda broke the silence. "Well, it doesn't really matter, I guess, as long as you both enjoyed it." She turned around to face Joe. "So, was it good?" "I don't know," he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. "It was my first time! How do I know what good is? I don't have anything to compare it to!" "Well, did you both get off?" asked Tony. "Yeah, we both got off," Joe said a little more calmly. "It wasn't her first time. She knew exactly what she was doing." "That's all that matters, man," said Tony sagely. "How would you know?" Callie said tauntingly. "You've only had sex with one person! It's not like that was anything close to a one-night stand." "But it feels good every time." He glanced over at Amanda. She slapped his arm. "That's not what I meant, and you know it," Callie huffed. "I don't like the idea of losing it to someone I don't know, or don't care about." She was actually starting to get riled up. "Hey!" said Joe defensively. "It wasn't my first choice either. It just kinda happened." "Well, that's fine for you, Joe, but I hope my first time isn't like that," she responded. She was starting to get snippy. "Is that why you haven't done it yet?" Tony challenged her point-blank. "Yes," she replied simply. Tony exploded with laughter. "Oh, Callie the virtuous! I'm heartily sorry for having offended thee!" "You're such an asshole Tony," Callie snapped back at him. "Just because all you care about is getting your rocks off doesn't mean that's what everyone cares about." She sat back in her seat and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head before crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, come on, you know I'm just kidding with you," Tony replied. She didn't reply, staring silently at her chest. We stayed fairly silent for most of the rest of the way through Connecticut, the conversation not resuming until we neared the New York border. Callie remained quiet for the rest of the ride, only talking when addressed directly, and then only in monosyllables. I was surprised by her reaction to Joe's story. Sex was something we had never really talked about, considering how little we knew about it. I had had a fairly average dating life throughout high school, and despite repeated attempts to score, hadn't yet succeeded. The only time I had even been totally naked with a girl, I couldn't even remember, I had been so drunk. I knew Callie hadn't really been interested in anybody, and I always assumed that meant she had little interest in sex. Now, however, I wondered. It was something she had obviously thought about, and the way she spoke, she seemed to want to find somebody. I don't think the others in the car picked up on it, but I had known her longer than any of them, and I could hear the subtle traces of regret in her voice. We parked the car at New Rochelle and took the MTA the rest of the way in to the city. By this time, Callie had taken off her hood and was talking with us again, although there was a fire in her look I couldn't quite place. Tony led the four of us to the right subway at Grand Central, and we arrived downtown around 10:30. After fifteen or so minutes of wandering, we found the place Tony was looking for. It was a huge building in the middle of the block, with a neon sign that spelled out "MIDNIGHT LOUNGE" over the entrance. It was so bright, it lit up the sidewalk and the surrounding buildings as if it were day. There was a long line leading to a big bouncer guarding the door, marking some hands with an "x" and affixing wristbands to others. We got in without a problem, the "x" mark on our hands a signal that the bartender couldn't serve us alcohol. We crossed the threshold of the door, shedding our sweaters as we went to the coat check-in. The entrance to the club itself was covered by a black curtain, but as people walked through, you could see the bright lights bisecting the darkened room, people melded to each other and moving in time to the deafening thud-thud-thud of the bass. Finally, our coats stored, we walked through the curtain. "What did I tell you guys about this place?" yelled Tony as we took the scene in. The room was about the size of a gymnasium, and it was packed. The crowd thinned out as one moved further back from the stage the DJ was set up on, but up in front, all we could see was a wildly gyrating mass of bodies. Amanda, energized by the crowd, grabbed Tony's hand and started working her way into the middle of the dance floor. Tony followed obediently, and they disappeared from view, with only an occasional glimpse of their heads revealing their location. Joe, Callie and I all looked at each other for a moment, wondering what to do. Joe was the first to move. Shrugging his shoulders, he headed towards the large group of dancing bodies, hoping to stay close to Tony and Amanda. However, he was immediately intercepted by a petite dark-haired girl who grabbed his wrist and danced seductively in his direction. Grinning, he started moving with her in the same direction Tony and Amanda had gone. Soon, we lost sight of him, as well. Callie and I stood there awkwardly for a moment. I wondered if she was even interested in dancing after the argument she had had in the car, but that question was quickly answered as she moved closer to me. Bringing her lips to my ear, she shouted "Fuck it! Let's dance!" Her early moodiness was gone; she seemed more eager to be here. I nodded, and we belatedly followed the others into the crowd. *** I had forgotten how much I enjoyed dancing. I was awful at it, but with my friends around, it didn't seem to matter too much. Tony and Amanda initially stayed close to each other, as did Callie and I. Joe had a constant stream of hot girls coming up to him, so he started out dancing with them. We all traded off time on the dance floor, with the three guys dancing with the two girls. I was always amazed that Amanda and Tony were both secure enough with each other to not feel jealous when we switched partners, but they had always been that way. Besides, I liked dancing with Amanda. She wasn't above dancing dirtily with any of us, and she kept grinding her tight ass against me as she moved around me. I couldn't help but get a little aroused. These were my best friends, but I'm only human. One Night in New York A Night in New York HIM What a shitty day. I leave work in a foul mood, walking down Fifth Avenue. My boss is an asshole, I am bored to death, and sick of everything. I work as a stockbroker in a trading firm in Manhattan, putting in over 60 hours a week. My job is high pressure, bullshit craziness. Every day I put on my suit for 10 hours of yelling and insanity. I have to quit. I am miserable. Sure, it pays me a ton. I have a beautiful loft apartment, a car, a great savings account, but for what? Constant misery and no time of my own. Here it is, 10:00 (yeah, that's my typical day. Been here since 8 a.m.) and I am pissed off and exhausted. I start to go home the usual way, but suddenly the idea of heading home alone to my bachelor pad seems so unappealing. What am I going to do? Go home, crack a beer, watch some porn, jerk off and go to sleep. Pathetic. It's a hot, muggy night but it feels alive and electric. Something is in the air. I do not want the normal routine. I take some side streets and walk downtown to this little bar I know. It's small but nice. Not seedy. I'll go in and chat to my buddy Joe at the bar, get a nice buzz on. I need to get out of my own head! That's what I was thinking when I met you. I walked into Joe's and there you were, like something out of a dream. I just happened to be there at that moment, and so did you. After everything that's happened between us, how can it be anything other than fate? HER What a shitty day. Fucking asshole. I can't believe he blew me off. I should have learned my lesson!! When will I ever get it through my thick skull that meeting men on the internet is a bad idea. When? I swear I only do it in moments of weakness and extreme horniness. That's when I break down and go on my "dating" site and see what's up. I am picky. I am looking for just the right guy. And when I met Joe Darlington, I thought I hit the jackpot. One month of teasing and flirting and intense sexual conversations, but when it comes right down to it he flakes out on me. It's 10:30. He was supposed to be here at 8:00. No call, no text, nothing. I hardly even know where I am. I found this little place and trudged all the way here, so I'm at least going to have a drink and enjoy myself before I go home. What an ass. I spent so much time getting ready, too. I'm actually wearing a dress—black, clingy, wrap-around. I'm wearing black pumps, I smell great, and I'm feeling like an idiot sitting here. That's when you came into the bar. Jesus fuck. Could you be any cuter? I have a thing for men in suits. And for dark, Italian men. And for big and tall and muscly men, bigger and taller than me. Everything that is you. You were wearing a grey suit and looked pissed off. I saw you come in and suddenly the night got very exciting. HIM Jesus Christ, who are you? I've been coming to this bar for years and I've never seen you before. My God, you are gorgeous. You must be 5'8. I love tall women. Big boobs, big lips, and that mane of thick, dark, wavy brown hair pulled back from your face. What can I say? I grew up with five Italian sisters who look just like you, and that's my ideal-lush and sultry. I glance in your direction and sit down at the bar a few stools away. I need to relax. I order a beer. I'm sitting there talking to Joe for a while, constantly glancing over to where you are, but scared to make a move. I didn't plan on this! Do I smell ok, look ok? What are you doing here alone? What should I do? There's a moment when Joe leaves and you and I are all alone at the bar. Is it my imagination or is there some unspoken thing in the air? I work up the nerve to look at you, and to my surprise I find that you are staring at me, boldly and directly. Isn't this a cliché? Two strangers' eyes meet across a crowded bar? You just look at me plainly and I look directly into your eyes, too. Dark brown and hazel green. Well, it happens. I'll be the first to tell you. I swear we looked into each other's eyes and the knowledge was there. Who the fuck cares if it's a cliché. The knowledge that we are going to see each other naked. The certainty that whether we fuck now or later, it's already a done deal. In fact, this has never happened to me before, this instant lust. Well if I didn't know what it was before, I know now. This is not going to be polite sex with my gf. There is intelligence in your eyes that pierces me in my gut. You know, and you're letting me know. Is this how lust really works? How come it's never happened before? Nervous or not, it's time to go meet you. HER About time! You're coming over! This is so strange. I am such a passive person, especially when it comes to sex. I HATE making the first move. But I had to. I saw you come in, I saw you look at me, and I knew. Holy Jesus. I could feel and sense every move you made. When you talked to your friend, when you lifted your beer to your lips, I could feel every movement in my stomach. There is a pleasant buzzing in my nipples, which are hard looking at you. I am getting wet looking at you. Here you are, the man I have feared all my life! And you do nothing. I see you looking at me and looking quickly away. I won't hurt you! This is really happening. So I sit and wait, and wait. I get a little more drunk. Finally, we are alone at the bar. You can stare ahead at the bottles as much as you want, I know you will look eventually. And when you do, I hold your eyes and don't let go. I'm not going to be shy! I stare at you, into you. Who the fuck cares who you are. This has happened to me before, only in that case it was a mechanic guy in some seedy bar. Same thing. Only he was more bold and came over to me. You're wearing a suit so I know you're not a mechanic. My tits are tingling, my stomach is tingling, huge electric currents are shooting out of my cunt. It's beyond my control. This is lust, and I know it, and I'm not going to be afraid. HIM It's really crowded in the bar when I walk over to you. I have to hold up my beer so it doesn't get knocked by someone's elbow. In addition to everything else, I'm now terrified some other asshole is going to get to you before I do. It's loud and noisy. I get there, I stand right behind you. I lean over you and touch you slightly as I put my beer on the bar. No I'm not imagining it. There is an erotic force field between us. It runs up and down my spine and directly into my cock. In fact I let my cock touch your back for the slightest instant. I want you to feel it. Good God! I instantly think, wonder, what it's going to feel like to be pounding you, to have you under me on all fours, to be spreading your ass cheeks for me. My cock is going to be inside you and we both know it. I'm a walking cock, you're a beautiful cunt waiting for me. I don't even say anything. I'm standing right behind you, less than an inch away. You don't turn around. What you do is reach up and lift all that gorgeous, heavy, thick hair up off your shoulders and twist it up a little bit on your head, like you're steaming hot. I see all these tiny curls and tendrils and beads of sweat on your neck and your shoulders, which are so fucking sexy. And you lean back just a little bit so your back is just touching me. I lean over and surround you so both of my hands are on the bar, my arms straight out on either side of you. I can't help it. I lean over and just let my lips graze your back, just the top of the spine where I see a little bead of sweat. Your rich heavy hair falls down on my face and I feel you shudder and tremble from head to toe. Are we ever going to talk? HER Oh Lord. You are here. Your arms on either side of me, like you're pinning me in. Nice. I feel your cock in the small of back. I feel your lips just barely brush the top of my spine, that little bump. Yes, we are going to fuck. We already are. How do I do this? I'm not an expert. Just let instinct take over, I tell myself. I don't want you to move. I love the way you are pinning me in. What I do is maneuver so I can face you—I just spin my stool around so you're still in the same position, only now I am facing you and we are really really close. I lean back so my elbows are on the bar and I look at you without speaking. Finally, you just say "Hello." Ha! It's not a polite hello from a stranger. It's a hello like we're already naked and have already fucked hello. Like you know me and we are old friends. I give you a noncommittal "Hi" in return, but continue to stare directly into your eyes. I say "Are you having a nice night?" "Oh yes." I cannot help myself. I have this thing for men in suits. Must be a Daddy fixation. You have this great thin plain white shirt tucked into grey pants with a belt and I can't help reaching out and laying my palm on the flat of your stomach. Which makes you lose that little grin on your face. You get serious. I do more. I slide both my hands over your stomach and over your hips and rest at the small of your back where I can feel your muscles. When I do I see your face register the fact that you are getting hard. "Should we introduce ourselves?" I move my hands further down your back so they are now cupping the top of your ass. "Yes, of course, my name is Emily." "I'm Scott." When I hear your voice I instantly get a picture in my mind of me riding you—straddling you face to face and making out while your cock is buried deep inside me. Tongue and cock deep inside me. This talking shit is for the birds. I want you to keep talking to me with your tongue. I know this place has a patio, so I say "What do you say we go outside?" HIM I am walking behind you hoping the whole bar doesn't notice my enormous erection bulging through my thin pants. Although, who cares. It feels so fucking good. I have a huge hard on that feels like I'm swinging a piece of ten ton concrete in front of me. Hard as hell and on fire. I watch you from behind. I'm not a big ass person. I'd rather watch your shoulders and your long, incredible legs and your hair lead me to the back of the bar. This is fucking insane! This is a goddamned dream only it's real. You're gorgeous, but it's not like you've got a porn star body. I wouldn't care about that anyway. It's more that you're "the type", my type. You're something from my sexual subconscious come to life. It's your height and your lips and your hair and the look in your eyes, and the fact that this weird lust has hit us both at the same moment. Who gives a FUCK? Why let all the stress of life get to me so much? Why worry about everything so much? You are a beautiful woman who is taking me somewhere I know for a fact I have never been to before and I am so excited to see where that is. It is dark and steamy and hot. A few people are milling around. We are on a terrace in New York overlooking every damn light in this city and it is beautiful. I haven't even mentioned your perfume. That's a big factor in my raging hard on. The fuck is it? It is sweet and woody. I am in a daze, a dream. Emily! You stop, I stop. There is a very brief moment of awkwardness. And then I reach out and sink my hands into that luscious hair and pull you towards me. HER This kind of instantaneous thing has only happened to me once before. And then, too, we ended up outside, on a patio. Mike the Mechanic! He too had green eyes. He had a scar on his cheek, a nasty, criminal look in his eye, he was wearing greasy work clothes and a greasy baseball cap. Didn't matter. Lust is lust. He was much more aggressive though. He took me outside, grabbed me by the hips, swung me up on the edge of a table like it was nothing. It was all wordless, crazy groping, making out, sucking on each other's tongue. Not a word was said between us. We tried to go outside to his car, and annoyed everyone in the bar by stopping and making out madly every few seconds. Against the jukebox, against the wall. I felt his cock through his jeans in front of everyone. Only that didn't end so well because we didn't have any place to go. This is similar. Explosive. Violent. Wordless. You grab me by the hair and pull my mouth to yours. Jesus! We both have such soft, full lips. I run my hands over your back, down your ass. Jesus Christ, I can feel your cock and it is huge. I bite your neck which elicits an animal groan from you. We are just mauling each other right out in the open. You crush my tits with your hands, run them down my back, over my ass, up into my hair. We are glued to each other, hands and tongue and mouth. I am gasping. This can't last long, and I don't intend it to end the same way it did before! I say hurriedly "Where do you live?" "Close, let's get a cab." You grab me by the hand and pull me back inside, out to the front. It's a blur. We don't care who sees or notices. We make out like fiends on the sidewalk, against a wall, we see nothing and no one. I am not running away this time! This is lust, and it's winning, FINALLY! HIM We're in the back of the cab. You are nestled against me, nuzzling my neck and oh god stroking my cock through my pants. It is so raging hard for you. I am thinking, I want to fuck you, but I want this to last. I don't want to rush it. I am so turned on it would be over in 10 seconds. I have got to slow down a bit. I just hold you, with my arm around you, loving the smell of you. It's only a five minute cab ride. Then it's a rush outside, me fumbling with my keys, running inside, hurrying up the elevator, while we finally make it to my place. At last, I open the door, we rush in and I immediately start to pull on the ties on your dress. Get it off NOW. I can't help myself. "Take it off!" You can't untie it. I say Fuck it and pull it over your head. I moan and groan when I see you. I get down on my knees and hold your hips and ass as I kiss and nuzzle your stomach. You have little black lace panties and a black bra. I order you to "Take these things off!" as I whip off my jacket, tie and shirt. I cannot get naked quick enough. But just as I get to my belt you say "Wait, wait, let me!" The wind is blowing in through my windows. It is hot, hot, hot—summer in New York. I hear the sounds of dogs, kids, cars, people talking. I stand naked to the waist and do nothing, watch you as you slowly get to your knees while looking up at me and smiling. Oh, you are enjoying this as much as me. HER I swear, apart from the actual moment you get inside me, this is my favorite moment of sex: getting to see your cock for the first time. I want to savor every second. I reach down and take your hands and put them in my hair. I want you to stroke my head while I slowly unbuckle your belt. Like I said, I have a thing for men in suits. You are a big strong male and I am going to worship you. I run my hands up the back of your thighs. I squeeze your ass. I want to tease you and make you wait. I slowly find your huge, bulging, obscenely hard cock with my fingers. I groan "Mmmmmm." With one hand I stroke it and tease you, with the other I undo your belt. As I slip it down over your hips, your pants slide to the floor, and when I finally free your cock from your underwear, you let out an involuntary groan and grasp my hair tightly. It's a beautiful night. We're two actors in one of the most clichéd moments of life, and I love it. I pull down your pants and deliberately let out a little sigh and shock of surprise, as if I didn't already know you have a huge, beautiful, gorgeous, silky smooth cock just waiting for me, all for me. I touch it lightly, caress it, kiss it, rub my lips on it. I want you to know how much I love it and love this moment. Just as I'm about to take you in my mouth, you grab the back of my hair roughly and pull me away. You pull me to your mouth and kiss me deeply, violently. You spin me around, put one arm around my chest. You nuzzle my neck and hair while your other hand travels down my stomach and roughly separates my thighs. You say "This isn't just about me." You lightly play with my lips, getting me wetter and wetter. You grind your cock in the crack of my ass and whisper in my ear, "You can suck me later. I want to fuck you first." You play a game, slowly humping and grinding my ass with your cock as you start to finger me, lightly touch my clit, making me jump and twitch and quiver. "Do you want that Emily? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock inside you?" In response I groan and try to rub myself harder on your hand. Oh how I love you for this. So many guys want the quick blow job. Very few men would wait to have my lips around their cock. It makes me weak with desire to know you want my cunt more. And that you let me know straight away MY pleasure is as important as your cock. Then, right there in your living room, you put your hand on the back of my neck and push me down from the waist. You say "Now let's really introduce ourselves." HIM I don't know what it is about you. I don't want this to be an ordinary one night stand. I am acting differently, wanting different things. We've only just met, but I want to get as intimate as I can with you. I am not thinking, I am just going with whatever comes to mind. And something tells me to bend you over. Get between your legs, roughly spread you open, and without any hesitation, slide my cock into you as slow as I can. I hear you gasp, I hear you moan. I enter you so slowly inch by loving inch. And when I am finally buried inside you all the way, in your beautiful, delicious, warm cunt, I lean over you, gently move your hair to the side and whisper in your ear "Hello." I begin to fuck you gently with my cock as hard as a rock. I want to get you as wet as possible. I want you to feel like I'm making love to you. I slowly slide the whole length of the shaft all the way out and go all the way in trying to let you feel all of me as deeply and intimately as you can. I hear you groaning and crying. I feel you gushing all over me. I start thrusting harder and harder, saying "You are so...fucking...beautiful..." HER There are so many ways to cum. It can be hard or soft, deep or shallow, clit or vaginal, gentle or rough, the kind where I scream or the kind where I actually cry. This is a gentle, slow climax that is not about being pounded deep in the center of my cunt. The way you're fucking me activates the opening, this incredibly sensitive ring around the very outer part of my body. This kind builds so slowly. It builds and builds and builds. It's not a deep thrust, it's a wonderful groaning pleasure as I feel the widest part of your cock stretch me open and rub over and over across this widening ring. This kind of orgasm involves my WHOLE body. It centers on the passageway and spreads out across my thighs, even into my ass. I am bent over dripping wet, down my legs, all over your cock as it gains and gains and gains in intensity. I am not a big screamer, but I do groan. Long slow moans and gasps. Oh how I love how you continue to hold down the back of my neck, like I'm a cat in heat. I am motionless as I get close. I can't help it. I say "Scott! I'm going to cum!" You say "Yes, yes, cum for me! Cum on my cock!" This is not a sharp orgasm but a freakin' huge rolling wave with no center. It's like an earthquake. It spreads out with tremors and slow huge rolls of pleasure. It's the kind that leaves me in tears just because it is so slow and sweet and all-encompassing. I actually weep from pleasure, and a lot of it's because you had the patience to do this for me, that you even knew how to fuck like this. Believe me, a lot of guys don't. All they know is how to pound and ram it in. You're dominating me so much better this way. I am dazed. I just lie there days with tears in my eyes as you lean over and kiss my shoulders and back. HIM I am still hard as a rock. Your wetness is all over me, it's like a sea, and it just makes me harder and harder. When I feel one last spasm from your cunt, I don't want to be left behind so I will myself to cum. I make one last long thrust into you and that's all it takes: I let out one deep grunt and start spurting into you. I want to mix our juices. I want you to feel my cum spreading out into you. I hear you gasp with pleasure when you feel it. My hips start shaking involuntarily. I start pumping you more and I loosen my hold on your neck and grab your hips. I just want to get as deep as I can, claim you as mine, give you everything I have. Hold you tightly and make you feel my load pumping into you like a geyser. I want you to know you have done this to me and WE are having sex, together. One Night in New York Even after I cum I still fucking harder than ever. We're just getting started. PART II HIM Why are you having such an effect on me? I just met you for God's sake and all I know is your name! I don't know where you live or what you do. How could I have sex like that with someone I don't even know! Why do I want intimacy with you, which believe me does not come very easily to me. I am still buried inside you. I lean over and kiss your neck, your hair, and just lie there on top of you. You say "Mmmmmmmm......mmmmmmmmmmm......" and reach up and feel my hair. You say "Hi, Scott, nice to meet you." What a way to say hello. I laugh. Maybe we'll actually have a conversation at some point. I can't get enough of your hair. It is so sexy all tangled up and curled from the heat. I do remove my cock from your body at some point. I'm still leaning over you and I say "Who the hell are you?" "Would you tell me who you are and where you come from?" You laugh. You say "From Mars." No, actually, you're an artist. Ha! About as far from a fucking day trader as you can get. Ah, New York! HER Yes, I'm an artist, and you are...one of those financial guys. Ok, my brain stops there. An artist and a stockbroker. Together for one night. Your gorgeous green eyes are so amazing as we talk. Yeah, we're having the "normal" conversation now. It's only 11:30. We have a whole goddamned night ahead of us. You're Italian, the youngest of six kids. The baby of the family. You tell me it's weird, but you feel this strange intimacy with me and you don't even know me. I tell you this kind of thing seems to happen to me all the time. I have these sort of "mystical," magical nights every so often. It just happens, I don't know why. And I tell you, I think you are beyond sexy. The minute you walked in the bar it was total electricity from the second I laid eyes on you. I start to say, "God, when you kissed me in the bar I had this flash of an image of us..." but then I totally choke! I can't say it! We've just fucked and been practically as intimate as you can get, and suddenly I am acting all shy and innocent. Your eyes are so open and penetrating and intense. I can't believe I'm getting nervous. HIM You are too cute! Now I have to know what you were thinking. I have to. I tell you the truth, that when I first touched you in the bar I had a flash of my cock inside you, so now you have to tell me! Spit it out! You tell me you thought of sitting on my lap, straddling me, kissing me, facing me, watching my cock go in and out of you. Why would that make you shy, I wonder? Because I can see you: every single thing I am doing to you with my cock, I can watch on your beautiful face. You were embarrassed at the intimacy it implied. So you want to be intimate with me, too! I still don't know why and neither do you. Even as we are talking, I am thinking ahead. I am going to fuck your brains out tonight. HER I head to the bathroom to freshen up. Comb my hair which has gotten really wild. Put on some make up. When I come back I don't see you. I hear your voice in the bedroom, Come on in here. Well, that's good. A bed would be nice. Your place is so typical. Dark wood. Dark blues and greys and blacks. So manly. I am feeling curious as I walk towards the bedroom. Sounds like you have something in store for me. I come in, and you're sitting in a big chair, lying back, hands behind your head, just watching me. I come in naked, stand there. You're not saying anything, just looking. "What?" "Nothing." "What are you looking at?" "You. I'm looking at you." "What about me?" "I'm looking at how beautiful you are." I smile at you. "You're making me nervous." You say "Good." "Now come here and be beautiful for me." I hesitate. It's ridiculous. I feel exposed, too naked all of a sudden. Ridiculous. "Come here! This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" "Can we turn the lights out please?" "No way! I want to see you." You're driving me a little crazy. You're acting so passive. You won't lift a finger. Ok, I had that little fantasy, but the truth is I hate being on top. I don't want to be seen so completely—or, I say I do. I am definitely nervous, how embarrassing! But, you are so warm, so sweet, so soft and gentle, and you are lying there so totally quietly with your hands behind your head and your gorgeous cock exposed and hard. Raging hard in fact. I think this is really turning you on. HIM "Come over here." You do. You stand right next to me. "Touch my cock." Even as I tell you that it jumps and gets harder. I want to tell you what to do and make you do it and watch you the whole time. "Stroke it, baby. That's it. Show me you love my cock." You gasp as you see how hard I am getting. Your face is getting red, your nipples suddenly perk up and get hard. You love cock, I can tell. You flippin' love it. Well take it, baby. We have all night. Show me how much. "Get on top of me." You spread your legs and straddle me with your knees. "Take my cock and rub it on your pussy. I want to see you do it." I want to SEE your wetness and your lust. You are a bit shy—some women love this part but I can tell it's not easy for you. There's no reason. Don't you know how beautiful you are? I reach down and grasp your hips. I hold them steady. Jesus Christ. Your hips are so hot. I love touching your curves, your small waist. "Rub yourself on me." You hold my cock and rub the tip on your clit and let out a huge groan. I moan and say "You are so fucking beautiful, baby. Do me! Go for it!" HER Oh oh oh...your cock is so wonderful. I am embarrassed at you watching me, but my lust for your cock is even stronger. I slip and slide up and down on it, getting it wet and glistening. I forget that you're watching me. I go out of my head and into my body, completely. I am involving my clit more this time. This position I can hit my clit at the perfect spot every time I slide up and down your cock and this sends intense, sharp thrills along my spine. It gets me wetter and wetter and just when I can't stand it anymore, you command in a hoarse voice "Put me inside you!!" Ok. I want you to see me do it. I am straddling you, and this time I look you in the eye, deep into your green eyes, just at the moment I hold your cock and direct it straight to my pussy. See what you're doing to me! I stare at you and stare at you as I guide you all the way in with my hand. I say Aaaaahhhhh...You feel so full! So much bigger! You fill me up completely. You are so big! You're only half way in. You are invading me. I have to push now, push past a little barrier because your cock is so big and thick and full. I am concentrating on it so much I hardly notice the expression on your face, which is deadly serious and full of awe. You are breathing shallow, on fire, totally concentrated on the sight of your cock filling me up. When I finally get you inside me all the way, feeling big and huge and hot and heavy, when I am totally nailed and pinned on your cock and it's buried to the hilt, you reach up and sit up, pull me towards you, hook your arms underneath mine and bury your hands in my hair. Jesus Christ. This is as intimate as it gets. You brush my hair back from my face with you hand, smooth it away from my forehead, and kiss me deeply. Your tongue is thrusting into my mouth and you are shaking as you start pumping me. You cock is hitting me at such a deep angle it takes me breath away. All I can do is look at you with an amazed expression. HIM You are amazing. I could lie here all night and watch you. Your cunt is trimmed. There's a tiny triangle of pubes but otherwise shaved and I can see everything, every little glistening fold. It amazes me. You are phenomenal. I am breathing so shallow. When you guide me into you, I almost stop breathing. My cock is swollen and heavy and feels like a fucking baton made of wood. I am torn between just feeling the intense sensations and watching you. But when I finally get inside you, I don't want to look, I want to merge with you, just like you wanted. I lean up and draw you to me, get as close as I can as my cock is fucking buried in your warm, soft, wet cunt. I kiss and suck your face, your tongue. Just like you pictured. You are straddling me and we are as deep as we can get into each other. You whimper and moan. You clutch at my back. We stop kissing and I have to grab your hair hard as I start feeling my orgasm coming. We are dripping sweat. We are making love. We are holding each other so tightly, every inch of ourselves glued to each other, rocking back and forth as a huge orgasm overtakes us both. Oh my God! You cry out. You make these hot moaning sounds, like an animal in pain. I feel your cunt exploding on my cock and that makes me explode. I let out a huge deep groan. Cumming! I'm cumming for you, Emily! HER You know, I love orgasms, but it's actually hard for me to cum with a man. On my own, with my various toys, it's no problem! When I masturbate I'm a freakin' connoisseur of orgasms. I love experimenting with my body. I love trying to see what else I can discover. Each one is awesome, each one is unique. But it is hard for me to cum with a man. I have to, and I mean HAVE to, have complete and utter trust. I HAVE to have an emotional, personal connection, and that is hard to find. I know some girlfriends who find it much easier to cum with a total stranger, no intimacy at all. The more they erase themselves, the easier it is to just enjoy their bodies, like animals. I cannot do that. I try, but I can't. We only met, but I feel like I'm being more open and intimate with you than someone I've known a long time. I don't know why. I saw it on your face the moment I saw you. With you, I can cum, easily. Our sexuality is in perfect synch. HIM You are so awesome. I am in awe of you. The way you smell, the moans you make, your eyes. I have this gorgeous thoroughbred in my bedroom who smells sweet and sexy with a mane of wild hair. You have the most perfect full kissable lips, beautiful brown eyes. I am in love with you, for tonight. PART III HER We fall asleep for a while, your arms wrapped around me, both warm and naked beneath a silk sheet. I wake up a little while later, because I feel your cock hard against my ass. I grind back on it. Hard, again! Rock hard and demanding. Well do what you want. I reach back and stroke you. Jesus! I love this middle of the night sex. Your cock has a mind of its own, seeking me out, waking us both up. I roll over and we slip into a deep kiss like it's so natural. You are greedy and insistent. You say hurry! You open my legs and enter me, side by side. You are going to cum so fast. We look into other's eyes and laugh. We cannot get enough of this! I am sopping wet: I am totally enjoying how quick and needy you are all of a sudden. You just have to have your cock in my cunt. When you cum, you roll out of me right away, totally drained, and here's what I do. I reach down and feel your cum, rub it on my pussy. You watch me. I rub you all over me. I take some of your cum on my finger and bring it to my lips and suck it off, looking you in the eye. I lick it like it's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. HIM Oh hoh! You are inciting me, and as a matter of fact I'm not done cumming yet. I roll on top of you, straddle your chest, and jerk off every last bit of cum on your big, gorgeous tits. It squirts out on you as I groan. You say "Mmmmmm" and reach down and with your long fingernails, rub my jizz on your nipples, spread my cum on your huge mounds. Mmmmmmm this has always been a fantasy of mine, and I am instantly hard again! And this time, I grab you roughly by the hair, that goddamned lion's mane that drives me crazy. I grab a fistful from the back of your head and jerk your mouth roughly to my rock hard cock. Suck it! Suck it now! Do it! I do not care if I am hurting you. I want to see my cum splash all over those beautiful lips. I want to see you drink it, taste it, swallow it. I am so much bigger and stronger than you. I want to force my cock into that lovely mouth and I do. You moan and gag a little as I slip it in. I control you. Holy shit I have never done this before, like I am raping your mouth. I am holding your hair HARD, jerking your lips back and forth on my cock which is gagging you, filling your mouth, but I know you love it because you moan and reach down quick to start rubbing your clit. "Suck it! Suck it! Eat me! Take my cum, take it! Take it, baby, take it!!" It is so fast. Another huge load is building up in my balls, my legs and thighs are shaking uncontrollably. I am going to cum so hard for you!!! I yell, I whimper, I yell out as I feel this blast come raging out of my cock. "Jeeeeesuuuuuss, Emily, Suck it out of me!! Suck it! Suck it! Take all of my cum!" I pump and pump and pump my load into you. It streams out of your mouth and you have to pull away, gasping and gagging. Mmmmmmm you say, mmmmmmm...you open your mouth wide, like a porn slut, and moan and moan as you squeeze every last drop out of my cock onto your tongue. You are my total cum slut and I love you! HER Oh, God! When you blast your cum onto my tongue, I rub my clit harder and harder until I start cumming. A small, sharp, easy clit orgasm that just leaves me hungry for more. You have no idea how much I want to be dominated, to be passive, to be overpowered and mastered, to be told what to do. I wonder if you'll figure it out, my secret sub life which I have always been too chicken to act on. I am trying to let you know. I love it when you tell me what to do. Grab my hair, toss me around, order me around, use me! Use the everlasting shit out of me! I turn around and get on all fours and bend down and keep my ass high in the air, teasing you, inciting you, turning you on. I am moaning, begging you to fuck me now. I am so dripping wet. I am spread wide open, my face on the bed—my absolutely favorite position. Submissive! I lie still waiting for you. I can barely breathe. I am a female animal begging to be penetrated. My cunt is aching, aching, aching. The best cum awaits me—the one where you, a man, a cock, beats on the deepest part of my pussy. In this position I am all woman, nothing else. A woman who's greatest pleasure depends entirely on the presence of a cock. I wait for you, wonder what you're doing. I wiggle my ass and hips, waiting for you! I start moaning, begging, "Please! Please! Please fuck me, Scott! Please put your cock in me!" HIM Oh, I will. Buckle up, baby, because this is going to be one hell of a ride. I grab your hips. I run my hands all over your ass, caressing it and massaging your cheeks, prepping you. But this is not about your ass. This is about my cock in your pussy. I wait a little bit to rile you up, waiting for me. This is no slow gentle fuck. I put one hand on the small of your back, fingers spread wide, and with the other guide my 10 inches towards those wet, open lips. I get the head in. It makes you cry and moan. And then with a grunt and one big thrust, I easily plunge all the way in. Jesus! You are so wet and open, so hungry for it! My huge pole stabs you, and with each thrust you cry out. THIS is what it means to fuck. Cock in hand, knowing every move I make elicits a whine and a moan from you. I stop thinking. I am no long Scott the stock analyst. I am a male animal dominating my female with my dick. The more you moan, the louder and wetter you get, the harder I get and the harder I fuck. I am hitting the deepest part of your cunt, the back wall of your womb. You are grasping and writhing and pulsating around my dick. I can feel your cunt responding like a machine. In and out, harder and harder, I have such power over you! Grrrrr I yell out "FUCK! FUCK! Fuck me Emily! Take my cock, take it!" You start yelling out "Harder, faster!" between cries and moans. You sound more and more hysterical. Your breathing gets raspy and harsh. You make guttural sounds. And I keep piercing the center of you, hitting and hitting that spot in the depths of your cunt, which is sucking me into the only heaven on earth. We are sweating like animals. HER I feel like I'm losing my mind! My every thought, feeling, sensation is centered on the feel of your cock hitting the back of my womb. There is a tiny little star back there, a little pinprick of fireworks that starts tiny and then gets bigger and bigger and bigger, the more you touch it with your dick. Cock, cock, cock, that's all I can think! Give it to me! I am a submissive female enslaved to this feeling. I am a spreading firework about to explode all over the sky. My biggest fear is that you will stop! I need your cock, baby, more than life itself right now! Don't stop fucking me, please! Ohhh! There it is. The point of no return. Your cock has triggered the night sky, and it explodes with stars. An earthquake, centered in one intense, open, vulnerable spot right where you have entered and made me yours. Oooooh!!! I scream out "HERE IT IS! HERE IT IS! HERE IT COMES!!!" I could no more stop this now than a freakin' freight train going 1,000 miles an hour. This is the best orgasm, the deepest, the truest, the most FEMALE. I am an exploding cunt with your lovely, dear, darling cock at the very center. Are you cumming, too? At times like this I can't tell. My own pleasure shakes my whole body in a non-stop explosion. I lose my self. I forget I'm there. I am decimated, destroyed, absolutely wiped. I make little gasping sounds. My mouth opens and my eyes stare at nothing. Hotter than hot, you make one huge load roar, a deep groan and cry and I feel your cum bursting out into me. Augh I love hearing men cum. You cum and cum as I am still spasming and twitching and pulsing around you. We are absolutely destroyed. You roar with pleasure and exhaustion and flip onto your back beside me soaked in sweat. HIM I can't speak. I am staring at the ceiling in a daze. Ha! I let out a deep laugh. Holy FUCK! I hear you laugh, too. A wonderful, happy laugh. We laugh and laugh and roll into each other's arms and fall instantly asleep. HER I'm really, really glad I got stood up tonight. HIM And I'm so glad I had such a SHITTY day! One Night in New York Every time Callie left the dance floor, I kept one eye on her, only to make sure she wasn't accosted by some drunk asshole as she rested. At one point not soon after we arrived, her and Tony were talking while Joe and I sandwiched Amanda. I rotated the three of us so I could see them over Amanda and Joe's shoulders. They were talking into each other's ears, alternating as they spoke. I think Tony was apologizing, because they talked for a while. Before Tony rejoined us on the dance floor, they hugged. That was a good sign. Soon after, Callie came back up to me and pulled me close. She looked much more relaxed and confident, so I assumed her and Tony had a good talk, although I had no idea how with all the noise in the hall. I will admit, it was nice to feel her body pressed close to mine, her arms encircled around me. My hands stayed at her waist, my fingers rubbing along the rough material of her jeans as we ground against each other. Of course, I had noticed that Callie was an attractive girl before, but I had never really thought of her in a sexual way at all before. Maybe it was the conversation from the car running through the head, but all I could think about was what it would be like to do this with her in private, feeling her naked skin against mine, to kiss her lips... Abruptly, I tripped over my own feet, nearly falling on top of her. She grinned up at me as she put her hands on my chest and propped me back up. I shook the dirty thoughts I was having out of my mind. If she had ever wanted me in that way, it would have happened a long time ago. Eventually, Joe, Amanda, and Tony all left our little circle, either to get a drink or to go to the bathroom or just to sit down. I was getting kind of tired, having been dancing almost non-stop since we had arrived, but every time I made a move to leave the dance floor, Callie pouted at me and pulled me back into her. The first time, she pulled my head to hers and shouted into my ear: "I don't want to dance by myself! Too many creepers here!" I looked around. There were a lot of sketchy looking guys around us, the ultra-muscled, supergelled dudes who paced the room like sharks searching for a meal. "Keep me safe!" she demanded, and I acquiesced. Somebody had to look out for her. Finally, I could tell she was starting to fatigue as well. I tapped her shoulder and made a gesture with my thumb, pointing towards the back of the hall. She nodded, but as we started to push our way through the throng of people, the DJ switched songs, putting on some sensual half time tune. She squeezed my shoulder, putting up a finger as if to say "one more song!" Inwardly, I sighed, but it stopped in my throat as our hips made contact. Somehow, I was able to move more easily to the slower song; I was more comfortable with the slightly relaxed tempo. I pulled her tighter to me, feeling her small breasts pushing into my chest. She put her chin on my shoulder, and I rested my cheek against her hair. I breathed in, smelling her shampoo mixed with her sweat. It was by turns both natural and scented, and at that moment, all I wanted to do was run my fingers through her hair. She turned around, pressing her back into me, lifting a hand up and grabbing onto the back of my neck. There wasn't a point from our upper bodies to our thighs that we weren't touching. She moved sensually against me, and all I could do was follow along. She turned back around as the song was coming to an end, keeping her arm around my neck. My hands again drifted to the small of her back, my fingertips lightly rubbing against the very top of the curves of her ass. She leaned back and looked into my eyes. At that moment, I felt something pass between us. It was something different, different from anything I had felt in the eleven years we had known each other. All I could feel was her breath and the pulse of my heartbeat, the blood rushing through my body to where my fingertips made contact with her skin. I wondered if she felt it, too. Then she pulled me into her and kissed me. Time stopped. I was paralyzed. I was so astonished I couldn't do anything; I made no move to pull away from her, nor did I make any move to kiss her back. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it could have been hours before I felt her start to pull away. She rubbed the back of my neck before dropping her hand down. Of course, at that moment, the song ended, and she turned and walked off the dance floor. I was still so surprised I remained frozen in place until someone jostled into me from behind. Turning, I saw some big guy glaring at me. I didn't even react, I just started moving and tried to spot my friends. When I found them, I could tell they had seen everything. They weren't talking, and they were just staring in my direction. Callie was nowhere to be found. Joe pointed at me, and the look on his face said "What the hell was that?" I shrugged my shoulders, shook my head, and kept walking past them towards the bathroom. I needed to get away from the pounding music and splash some cold water on my face. *** By two, all of us were finally spent. Well, they were, in any case. I spent most of the time after Callie had kissed me sitting against the wall, avoiding her and questions from the others. What just happened? Why had she kissed me? What did it mean? More importantly, I wanted to know what that electric feeling between the two of us right before she kissed me was all about. We were all too tired to carry on any kind of conversation as we stumbled out of the club and back towards the subway station. At least that was what I told myself. I wasn't quite sure how to address the huge metaphorical elephant in front of us, and I could tell nobody else could, either. Our route out of the city was a mirror-image to the one we had taken in. Nothing of note happened from Grand Central to getting to Joe's car. We pulled away from the parking lot in the same seats as we were in when we had arrived. I stared out the window as we got on the highway, the lights of the buildings around us blurring as we passed by. All of the questions I had asked myself in the club were still swirling around in my head. I glanced back into the car. Amanda and Tony were silently holding hands on the armrest in between them. Joe was passed out against the passenger side window, and Callie seemed to have fallen asleep with her head against the seat back. I looked over again at Joe and decided that was probably the best idea, even though I didn't think I would be able to sleep. Callie's was still pressed against me, and it did nothing but add to my distress. I sighed, shifting slightly to rest my head against the window. I felt Callie push back subtly at me, her shoulder leaning into me. Even though her head was still against the seat, it felt like she was resting on me, as if I was holding her up. Lightly at first, almost so lightly I couldn't tell if I was imagining it, I felt Callie's fingers brush against mine. Once, twice, three times, they flicked against my hand, until I could tell she was deliberately trying to make contact with me. Her index finger lingered on mine, making a hooking motion. Her other fingers followed. Without even thinking, my fingers curled back, squeezing gently. She wiggled her body against mine as I squeezed. We drifted off like that, with our fingers locked together, until we arrived back at Joe's house. *** I woke up around ten the next day, and the first coherent feeling I had was of loss. I felt inexplicably sad. Then I remembered what happened last night. The drive down to New York. The squabble between Callie and Tony. The club. Callie's lips on mine and our fingers laced together on the car ride back home. It was all I could think about as I went through my morning routine. As I ate my cereal, I saw her face. When I brushed my teeth, I felt her hand in mine. I stood in the shower, and I smelt her hair. By the time I finished, I had realized what was bugging me; why I felt so gloomy. Whatever romantic feelings I might have had for Callie had been suppressed almost as soon as puberty hit. The tendency to be attracted to one another was very strong, just because of the closeness we shared from growing up together. It would have been easy enough to succumb to that temptation and get involved with her. But somewhere deep down, I knew that it would have been impossible to sustain a relationship for the rest of our lives, and living without her altogether would have been too sad for me to even think about. So of course, as soon as we got to Joe's last night, I went straight to my car and left, without even the most perfunctory goodbye. But last night's kiss awakened in me feelings I thought I had locked away a long time ago. It took me most of the morning and early afternoon to finally admit it to myself: I loved her. It was a despondent kind of love, though, because I knew nothing could ever come of it. Even if we could stay together the rest of our lives, the obstacles in front of us were too great. We went to schools a thousand miles away from each other, and after college was too far away to even think about planning. These feelings and thoughts had been inside me for a long time. Her kiss only opened the door to the room I had been hiding them in. Even though I had sorted out my feelings, I still felt awful. I couldn't think of any way to get rid of my mood other than to talk to her, so I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and left the house, walking around the corner to hers. I let myself in through the gate along the sidewalk, and walked to her back door, where I usually went in. On the steps to the breezeway, though, I faltered. My hand grasped the door handle, but I couldn't bring myself to open the door. Why are you so scared? I asked myself. She's your best friend. You can say anything to her. Even break her heart? another voice in my head responded. Of course, I had no reason to believe that what I planned on telling her would break her heart, but the voice spoke before I realized it. I took a deep breath, let it out, and opened the door. Walked up to the door leading to the kitchen. In the two steps it took for me to cross the breezeway, the volume of my heart pounding in my chest amplified until it was the only thing I heard. I knocked on her door in time to the thudding of my pulse and waited. I heard footsteps in the hall, and I exhaled, not realizing I had been holding my breath until that moment. She came to open the door. Even though I tried to restrain myself, I couldn't help but let my eyes run down her body before looking back up at her. She must've spent most of her day the same way I had. She was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and her dirty blonde hair was tossed messily on top of her head, almost as an afterthought. I still thought she looked gorgeous. "Oh...hi," she said unenthusiastically. "I didn't know you were coming over." "I was just walking by...I wanted to stop in and say hi to your mom while I'm home." Wow. That was lame. Good thing I didn't do improv. "She's out right now. She went to visit my aunt in Providence, or something, I think." We both stood in the doorway awkwardly for a moment, waiting to see who was going to make the next move. "Well, you can come in if you want." That was a first. She had never had to invite me into her house before. She moved out of the way, and I walked past her into the kitchen. We both leaned against the counter, not quite looking at each other. "You know when she'll be back?" I asked, trying to keep up pretenses. "No, but I don't think it'll be until late tonight." She sighed. "I wish you had called to let me know you were coming over. I would've cleaned up a little bit or something." "Come on, Callie, when have I ever called you before stopping by?" There was an almost unbearable amount of tension between us, yet I couldn't think of anything to say to break it. For all the thoughts that had been running through my head all day, my mind was suddenly blank. "Look, you came by to talk about last night, right?" she asked. Finally, it was out in the open. "You probably want to know why I kissed you and..." "Well, yeah. It took me by surprise," I said, finally looking her in the eyes. She had a soft, sad look on her face, but for the life of me, I couldn't read what she was thinking. "Really? You never thought about what it would be like to kiss me before?" Her voice had taken on a sarcastic, mocking edge. She knew I couldn't answer yes to that. "Of course I have," I responded lamely. "But I always thought it...you...me...would be impossible. I mean, why now? Why last night?" "Well, why shouldn't it be possible?" she exploded. "You're my best friend! You're the only guy I've ever allowed to get close, like, ever! You think that I've gone my entire life without being the least bit attracted to you?" I didn't respond; I had no words to counter hers. She sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands, pulled her hair back. "I don't know. The conversation with Tony in the car just really fired me up. I started to think that even if we couldn't be together, I could still want you right now." It took a few seconds before what she was insinuating dawned on me. "You're talking about sex?" I asked, suddenly much more nervous than I had been before I had knocked on her door. Eyes downcast, she nodded. "You know, you can be such a fucking idiot sometimes! Why do you think I never got serious with any guys in high school? Do you think it's normal for me to stay up until two in the morning talking to a boy almost every night - after seeing him at school all day? And now it's too late. I can see it in your face...you're disgusted with me. You didn't...you didn't even say goodbye last night." Her eyes were watering up. Stunned, I sat down next to her on the couch. How could I have missed all those signs? I was an absolute moron. Now, instead of thinking about how fragile and unlikely high school romances were, I could only think of how badly I had blown it. We could have had years to be together, even before we left town. But thanks to my shortsightedness and apparent stupidity, I had thrown that chance away forever. "Callie..." I started. "I'm not disgusted with you at all. I just...I had no idea you felt this way. I'm..." She was sniffling now. "If you had known, would you have done anything about it?" "You mean last night or four years ago?" She didn't respond, and I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned towards her and put my arms around her shoulders. She leaned her head into my chest. I could feel tears intermittently falling through my shirt. She circled her arms around me, clinging to me like a child. We sat that way for a while, me rubbing my hands across her shoulder as she slowly gained her composure. Eventually, when her breathing had become more even, she pulled her head away and looked up at me. I didn't even realize I had been inhaling the scent of her skin until I pulled my nose from her hair. "Were you trying to get me to sleep with you last night?" I asked. "Well...not necessarily," she answered warily. "I was just...well, like I said, that conversation totally fired me up. In more ways than one." Again, it took me a little while before I realized what she was implying. "Oh..." I paused. "So...are you still...umm...'fired up?'" "You jerk!" she laughed against her will, pushing away from me. Laughing too, I grabbed her wrists and pulled her back to me. Her face was inches from mine. We stopped giggling as we both noticed the position we were in. "I was just...I don't know. Ready," she whispered, looking back down. "Like, really ready. I've been ready to end my streak with you since we were sixteen." I let go of her wrists and brought my hands to her face. Held both her cheeks. Lifted her face to mine. Then I kissed her. It took her by surprise; her eyes widened before they closed and she sank into me. Our bodies melted together, and I started to fall back on the couch, pulling her lips with me. I felt her start to pull away, and my eyes opened. Standing up, she took my hand and helped me up from my reclined position on the couch. "What?" I asked as she tugged me further into the house. "My room," she answered, looking back at me with the most seductive bedroom eyes I'd ever seen. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." *** Callie's room was small; just big enough for a twin bed, a desk, and a dresser. The shades were drawn, and the room was dark. It was clean, save for the large pile of clothes on the bed. "Laundry," she said as she moved it off the bed. "Like I said, I would have cleaned up if I had known you were coming over. Don't worry, it's clean," she quickly added. After she moved the laundry to the floor, she turned to face me. We stood there for a moment, not sure who was going to make the first move. This time, I took the initiative, reaching out and pulling her in for another kiss. Our lips met, tenderly at first. I felt her mouth part and her tongue snaked out, flicking at my lips. I opened mine as well, and the instant our tongues touched, something inside me broke loose. My hands started roaming down her body, pulling up her shirt until I felt the smooth skin of her lower back. My hands continued their journey downward until they were cupping her ample bottom. She moaned into my mouth and started pulling my sweatshirt over my head. We broke off the kiss and she took a step back from me, my sweatshirt pulled half up over my body. "You first," she said softly, pointing at my clothes. I quickly pulled my sweatshirt and my t-shirt over my head, baring my chest. She ran her hands along my torso, exploring my body from my shoulders to the top of my jeans. A tremor passed through me at the feather-light touch of her hands. She went for my belt, and had my pants undone in short order. I kicked off my shoes and helped her pull my pants down off of my legs. Stepping out of them, clad only in my boxers, I could feel my penis hanging heavily against my leg. I wasn't hard, but I was well on my way, and I looked down to see a noticeable bulge straining to break through. "Now you," I said, my hands returning to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up. The silken skin of her stomach came into view, rising up and down from the deep breaths she took. She put her hands up, and I pulled the shirt over her head. Her generous breasts caught in the t-shirt momentarily, then fell back down, swinging invitingly. As she pulled the shirt off the rest of the way, my hands unconsciously reached out to cup them. I could feel her press her chest into my touch as I rubbed her nipples, a small sigh escaping from her lips. I knelt down in front of her and started to undo the knot in the string holding her sweatpants up. I inched them down her legs, her pink and yellow panties coming into view, covering her mound. With her pants around her knees and her legs trapped together, I kissed the center of the triangle of fabric that disappeared between her thighs. For the first time in my life, the powerful, sweet scent of a woman's arousal drifted into my nostrils. It was sensual, divine. Heaven. As she stepped out of her pants, I kissed my way a little lower. I could feel her panties dampening near her slit. "That's enough," she growled, grasping me under my armpits and pulling me back to a standing position. We kissed again, attacking each other with our mouths as we shuffled towards the bed. Her knees knocked against the mattress, and she fell back, releasing me from her arms and breaking the kiss. She giggled as she bounced back against the bed, her jiggling breasts drawing my gaze. I shamelessly ogled her, and she giggled again. "Come here," she said, flinging her panties to the side. I obligingly crawled in between her parted legs as she scooted her behind up towards the headboard. She reached into my underwear and pulled my cock out, stroking it, teasing it to hardness. I sat up on my knees and pulled my boxers off. "Like you said, if we're going to do it, we should do it right," I said as I lowered myself back between her thighs. She grabbed me by the back of the neck, pulling herself up while simultaneously pulling me down to her, kissing me until we fell back against the mattress. Involuntarily, I bucked my hips, and all of a sudden, the head of my cock was against the warm wetness of her pussy. Her eyes shot wide open and she gasped into my mouth between parted lips. One Night in New York "Be gentle," she whispered. Our faces were inches apart. I just nodded, never moving my gaze from hers. My hardness pressed into the tight wetness of her virginity. I pushed a little harder, and suddenly, I was through. Her breath caught and she squeaked out a moan, her hands clutching tight against my back. "Ohmygod," she gasped. "Just stay there...stay inside of me." "I don't know if you realize how hard that is for me to do," I panted, using every last bit of control to keep from pulling out and thrusting back inside of her. My mouth planted a warm, wet kiss on her shoulder, and my teeth nipped lightly at her skin. She bucked underneath me, driving me as deep into her body as I could possibly go. "Oh, FUCK!" she fairly screamed, her lips finding my earlobe and tugging on it, pulling with her teeth. I shuddered and, without meaning to, pulled back and slammed myself back into her. "Jesus, Don, do that again." Releasing all pretense of control, I began humping her in earnest. The only sounds in her tiny bedroom were our ragged breaths and the squeak of her mattress as our bodies collided over and over again. She ran her hands all over me, clutching my ass and pulling me into her, fingertips gliding softly across my back and to my shoulders, fingernails digging into my hair and rubbing my scalp, pulling me down into a passionate kiss. All of a sudden, she pushed me away and a scream came out, only to get stuck in her throat. Her lips formed a silent O, and I could feel every muscle in her body lock up. "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" She let out a long, loud moan as her already tight pussy spasmed around my cock. The sensation of her clamping down around me sent my brain into overdrive, and I redoubled my efforts to fuck her straight into the floor. My hips jackhammered into her, and she let me ride her through her orgasm, her legs wrapping around my hips and her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me down so that her lips were against my ear. Her tongue snaked out to lick my ear as she whispered. "You made me come so hard. Keep going baby." "I have no intention of -oh! stopping," I said, my words coming out in twos and threes. Shortly, I could feel the head of my cock growing overly sensitive as I neared my climax. "Callie, ohhh! I'm...I'm going to come." "I'm on the pill," she replied. "Go ahead and come. Come inside me. I want to feel you inside me." The thought of spilling my seed inside her, filling her with my jizz, was enough to send me over the edge. With a groan, I thrust deeply into her one last time before pouring forth, shooting my cum deep inside her. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, our gloriously sweaty bodies finally having found release. We lay there for a long while, my cock slowly deflating inside her. Finally, I slid my flaccid cock out of her, rolling over to lay next to her on the bed. She rolled with me, her head resting on my chest. My hand found hers, and our fingers gripped each other as we lay together, enjoying the afterglow. Without raising her head, she mumbled into my chest. "Looks like our streaks are finally over." I chuckled and ran my free hand through her blond tresses. A warbling sound came from the pocket of my jeans, still laying on the floor. My cell phone. With a sigh, I stretched down to the floor and fished it out of my pocket. TONY CELL was on the display. I picked up. "Hey." "Dude, what was up with last night?" he asked. "You talk to Callie?" I couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, we talked..." Tony must have caught my voice subtly trailing off. "You hit that didn't you? You son of a bitch! Did you end your streaks?" I could hear him continuing on as I laughed and hung up the phone, turning back to the girl in my arms.