I pull the T-shirt over my head and rummage around in the bag until I find what I want. “This one says it’s bumpy.”
“A bumpy penis,” he says. “Every girl’s dream.”
“Your penis is my dream, bumpy or not.”
He covers his heart with his hand. “You know how to make a guy get all melty.”
I walk back over to him. “I’ll make you get melty,” I tell him. His dick lies against his stomach and he has a shiny circle of pre-come on his belly. I lift his manhood and roll a condom down its length quickly.
“You’re getting really good at that.”
“I’ll keep practicing.”
“My trainer was telling me about these special sex chairs for paraplegics,” he says. “Would you want to try something like that?”
He suddenly looks worried and uncomfortable. “I’ll try a special sex chair,” I tell him. I straddle him and notch his dick at my opening, and then I sink down on him slowly, taking almost every inch of him inside me. “Wait,” I say. I climb off of him and he complains. “I want to try something.”
I pick up a pillow and motion for him to roll himself over. “I want to put this under your hips.”
He looks uncertain. “Why?”
“So you can go deeper,” I say. It just seems to me like it would lift him up a little. I could be wrong. My cheeks heat. “Sorry, it was a stupid idea.” I toss the pillow to the side.
“No, no, it’s not stupid.” He grins at me and grabs the pillow. He rolls over and adjusts himself so that his hips are slightly elevated by the pillow. His dick bobs up taller than before. “I think he’s ready for you,” he says with an evil grin.
“I’m ready for him, too,” I say, and I sink down on top of him, taking all of him inside me. “You feel huge like this.” I’m a little sore, but it’s still a good feeling.
“I think I like having a girlfriend,” Josh says, holding my face as I sit above him, looking into my eyes.
“Me too,” I whisper, and then I start to ride him. His hand steals into my curls and he rubs my clit with one hand while his other tugs on my nipples, first one and then the other. “God, you feel so good.”
He stares into my eyes while I ride him and I have to close my eyes to hold back the orgasm. “Look at me,” he says.
“I can’t.”“Look at me, Jess.”
“You can’t call me that in public,” I tell him.
“Open your eyes and you’ll see we don’t have an audience.”
A grin tugs at my lips and I finally open my eyes. What I find surprises me. His face is harsh and soft at the same time.
“I’m waiting for you,” he says. “Give it to me, Jess. Come on my cock.”
My legs start to tremble, and I brace myself on his chest with my palms.
“Come on,” he growls. He grows even bigger inside me. “I love the way you ride me. Your pussy is so tight and so hot. It feels so good inside you. But I want to feel you come apart.”
I spread my legs a little wider and suddenly my orgasm washes over me. Josh holds my hips, taking over for me when I can’t move anymore, when the tremors have stopped and I’m so sensitive I can barely move. He lifts and lowers me and then he says in my ear, “God, I love coming in you.” Then he tenses and grunts and he releases inside the condom, inside me.
I relax onto his chest. My arms and legs feel like limp noodles. He holds me close. My boyfriend holds me close.
I try not to freak out about the label, mainly because this is nice. This is good. I can deal with this. Can’t I?
His chest rumbles under me. “Your favorite food is pizza. You’re insecure about your past and the way you interact with people because of it. You have one freckle on your ass, and I want to bite it every time I see it. Your eyes are the color of mahogany and I want to fuck you just as much as your fans do. But I want a lot more.”
I don’t look up, because if I did, he would see the tears that I’m blinking back. He would see how vulnerable he makes me and I simply cannot have that.
He pulls the pillow from beneath his ass and adjusts his legs so that I can slide my knee between them. I lay my head on his chest and snuggle into his side.
What he doesn’t know is that this part scares me just as much as the sex does.
Josh
I drop Star off at my apartment building when we get back to the city. She smiles at me, grabs her bag, and goes inside. She shakes her ass at me as she goes in through the front door and I laugh and wonder about the woman she is.
We had a really good time this weekend and I think I got past quite a few of her barriers, but I didn’t get by all of them. I know that and it gives me something to work for. She’s worth it. I know I need to earn her trust and I also know that it’s going to take time. That’s okay with me. I’d be suspicious if she fell in love with me after knowing me for just a few days. But I think we’re well on the way toward something permanent. Something wonderful.
I go to the tattoo shop because I just remembered that Pete made an appointment for me tonight. It’s just a small piece that a woman wanted on her forearm. Probably something really girly and pink.
I park outside the tattoo shop and swipe my card in the meter. When I get myself settled, I need to look into getting my own car. I have this one until tomorrow. Until now, I haven’t had enough money to do anything like that, and I still don’t. Not really. But I have the potential.