She’s beautiful, no matter what her brain may tell her. No matter what fault she may find in herself when she looks in the mirror. All I can see are curves and breasts and a beautiful face anxiously waiting for me. Sliding between her legs, I position myself and lean forward to kiss her once more. Her eyes are closed tightly, and I brace myself above her on my elbow, using my other hand to help guide my way inside her.
Audrey tenses for the smallest moment, and then her eyes open and she’s staring at me while I sink into her slowly. She’s holding her breath, and the second I stop, she exhales and leans up to wrap her arms around my shoulders and kiss me once more. I try to make it last, try to keep a steady pace, but the way she’s so wholly wrapped around my body and the sounds she’s making with each of my thrusts is driving me to the edge much faster than I am prepared for.
With a maneuver I’ve only seen in movies, I try to flip us over so that she’s on top, but it doesn’t work, and there’s a second of confusion where we’re a tangled mass of limbs and “sorry’s” before we get situated again and I have her hovering above me. With her hands on my chest, she sinks down until I’m fully seated inside, and my fingers are gripping her thighs when she raises up for the first time. I don’t notice it at first, but her own hands have gone to cover her stomach, and she has her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
That will not do.
I call to her, and when she looks down at me, I pull her close, bending her forward so that her breasts are brushing against my chest with each of her movements. Her hands cup my cheeks and here, with no view outside of her face, her soft moans become louder and her once timid movements become a frenzy, as if someone somewhere told her this is how it’s supposed to be. If I could think of anything other than how good she feels right now, I would try to stop her, but my brain is focused on one thing. Within minutes, I’m gripping her hair and telling her that she’s going to make me finish, and then I do, my entire body tensing up and toes curling in the process. She goes limp in my arms and rests her face in the crook of my neck, still straddling me, breathing hard like we’ve run a half marathon.
Finally, she lifts herself off of me and turns so that her hair is a curtain across my stomach. I can feel her hands around my now softening dick as she rolls the condom off and then scoots off the bed. “I’ll take care of this,” she says and then disappears into the bathroom. There’s the sound of water running and then I hear a trash bag being crinkled. She opens the door again and walks over with a washcloth. It’s warm and she kisses me while she cleans me up.
It’s one of the most bizarre things I’ve ever experienced.
“I have to pee,” I say and roll off the bed to go into the bathroom. The harsh light hurts my eyes and my reflection looks crazy. There are red marks all over my neck and chest, my hair is sticking straight up, and when I look down, I notice that the trash bag has been tied off on a knot. I finish up and walk back into the room to see that the bed has been stripped and Audrey is nowhere in sight. Quickly dressing, I open the bedroom door and peer down the hallway to see her talking to September in front of the washing machine. They’re far enough away and so absorbed in their conversation that I’m sure they won’t hear me coming, so I walk as quietly as I can toward the laundry room.
“What happened again?” September asks, pulling the laundry soap from the top shelf.
Audrey blushes and looks down at the floor. “I’m sorry. It’s really embarrassing. I can get you a new set.”
“We have plenty of sets.” September adds the soap and turns to look Audrey over as she leans against the washer, one leg crossed in front of the other, arms folded over her chest. “I don’t care that you guys had sex. It was inevitable. Just … were you a virgin?” September presses her lips together and her eyebrows raise. “Did you just lose your virginity?”
“What? No. I must have started my period early or something. All the stress from the past couple weeks …” She points to the washing machine.
I turn immediately and go back to the bedroom, into the bathroom, and sit on the toilet waiting for her come back into the room. She does, and I can hear her moving around, putting new sheets on the mattress. Once the lights go back out, I turn the ones in the bathroom off and slip back into the bed like nothing happened.
Like I didn’t hear anything.
Like after only a couple of weeks, I don’t know when Audrey is lying.
She is up before I am, and by the time I make it downstairs, everyone is around the table eating breakfast. She has that smile on her face that I now know isn’t real and hides all the bullshit she keeps inside, and I hate the fact that she’s using it on me right now. Especially after last night.