Authors: Jeannine Allison
“I’ll see you out there?” At my furrowed brows, she pointedly looked down to my lap and laughed. “I think you need a few minutes.” After a quick kiss, she shuffled outside holding the two stuffed animals.
When I stepped out five minutes later Derek, Naomi, and Alara were laughing as they watched something on Derek’s phone. I quickly grabbed the photo strips and walked toward them.
“So where are the pictures?” Naomi asked, causing Alara’s face to drain of color. Laughing, I handed them over before Alara could take them. She moaned and dropped her face into her hands as we walked to the exit.
“Damn, these are hot. You ever consider doing porn?” Naomi looked between Alara and me as the couple in front of us glared at her and shuffled their children further away. She chuckled when she caught on and lowered her voice. “Oops.”
“I don’t think you need to whisper
oops
.” Alara snatched the photos from her friend’s hand. Looking over her shoulder, I took the photos in for the first time.
The first one was taken right after I put the money in, so all you could see of me was the back of my head as I mauled her neck. I looked like a goddamn vampire. The second one was still the back of my head, but this time I was leaning to the side so you could also see Alara’s lust-filled face as her head tipped back and her hands gripped my shoulders. I was gonna get hard all over again if I kept looking at these. But as I made my way to the next two, I froze. They weren’t photos of a lust-driven couple anymore; they looked like a couple in love.
The third photo showed us breaking apart, both catching our breath from the high our kisses seemed to elicit. Her smile was soft and small, but it held so much joy my chest ached at the sight of it. When I looked at my own face I already knew what I would see, and sure enough, I found it. Love. I was so in love with her, anyone with eyes could see it. I looked like a love-drunk idiot as I stared at her with my head resting on the back of the booth.
The fourth one went off right before Alara left the booth. The peck she gave me only lasted seconds, yet somehow that was the moment the camera went off. Both our eyes were closed as we met in the middle for a barely there kiss. Only our lips were touching, but there were slight smiles on both our faces as we came together. It was such a simple picture, barely anything remarkable about it, and yet it meant so much more than any of the others. There was nothing sexual about it; it was just a simple acknowledgement that we were together. That kiss was a promise. A promise I’d never break.
…
On our way back to the apartment some of our lust had faded as Naomi coerced us to hang out with them a little longer. It was a little scary how adept Naomi was with the guilt trip. As soon as we walked through the door Alara went back to my room, leaving Naomi and me alone on the couch to watch Derek set up a video game.
“We should go get ice cream.”
“Like you need more sugar,” Derek said as he shook his head at her.
“But… ice cream,” she pouted and looked toward me for support.
I shrugged. “I’m down.”
Momentarily pacified, Naomi was playing on her phone when Alara came out in yoga pants and a sweatshirt. Without looking up, Naomi said, “We were thinking about getting ice cream. You game?”
“I’ve already taken my bra off,” she said sadly as she sat down beside me and curled up under my arm. Naomi’s head snapped up as she muttered, “Damn.”
I looked between the two of them like they were crazy… because let’s face it, they were. “So go put it back on.” I shook my head and laughed.
Alara’s eyebrows furrowed. “But I’ve already taken it off,” she repeated while staring at Naomi like
I
was the crazy one.
“Yes, we just went over that. And then I made the crazy suggestion that you go put it back on,” I said wryly.
“I don’t understand.” I pulled back from Alara and frowned; maybe she hit her head harder than I thought in the photo booth earlier today and had a concussion?
“Gabe, dear, once a girl takes her bra off for the night, there’s no way she’s putting that bitch back on,” Naomi explained.
Derek finally paused his game to look at the two of them with a bemused expression. A couple seconds later he tore his gaze away and raised his eyebrows at me. “And yet
we’re
the weird gender?”
I started to laugh when Alara dropped a few soft kisses on my cheek before moving her lips to my ear. “Think carefully about what you say next,” she whispered. “We may not be getting ice cream, but that doesn’t mean I’ve ruled out dessert.” All conscious thought fled as I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted my hands. After several deep breaths I opened my eyes to see a victorious smirk in place, and God I wanted to kiss it right off her. I moved in to do just that, but she giggled and twisted her head away.
“Oh God, you’re giggling. This night is totally done.” Naomi stood and grabbed her purse off the counter. When she turned around she was smiling at Alara. “So I’m guessing I shouldn’t wait up?” My eyes shot to Alara as she shyly ducked and shook her head.
“Good.” She smiled and then stood in front of the TV until Derek’s character blew up.
“What the hell?”
“Come on. They need alone time.”
“This is my apartment too.”
Naomi raised an eyebrow. “Yeah it is, and do you want to hear Alara getting thoroughly fucked in
your
apartment? Screaming, begging, and—”
Derek paled as he got up and wordlessly went to his room. He exited a few minutes later carrying a small duffle bag before giving us a silent salute and leaving the apartment.
“You’re welcome,” Naomi chirped before following him out and leaving us alone.
…
Our movements were unhurried as we stood at the foot of my bed and started removing our clothes. Reaching behind my head, I pulled my flannel shirt up and off before throwing it on the floor on top of Alara’s already discarded sweatshirt. I flicked the button on my jeans as she hooked her thumbs into her yoga pants, both of us slowly dragging them down our legs and kicking them off. I groaned at the sight of her curves showcased in nothing but a lacy emerald green thong and a tight black tank top—and unlike before, now I was extremely grateful for the crazy
I won’t put my bra on after I’ve taken it off
philosophy as I stared at her aroused tits through the thin fabric. She slowly peeled off her top and my mouth watered as I struggled to remain still.
Clad in only her underwear, she stepped forward and pushed off my boxers until they pooled at my feet. Her eyes flared with desire and her lips parted as she took me in from head to toe. My breathing picked up when she wrapped her warm hand around my pulsing cock and slowly started pumping as she dropped kisses down my neck.
My hands shot out to grab her waist when she reached my nipple and lightly bit it before soothing it with her tongue. She groaned as my hands slid around, dipping beneath her underwear until I was cupping her bare ass and pulling her against me. I kneaded her cheeks until she was moaning and squirming against me. Her hand gave one final rough squeeze before it fell away and reached up to grip my shoulder as her lips found mine in a devastating kiss. I quickly pulled off her underwear and sat her on the edge of the bed before kneeling before her. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out before I buried my mouth between her legs.
“Oh shit, Gabe,” she panted as she fell back onto the bed and brought her hands up to cup her bare breasts.
My lips formed a quick smile as she planted her heels on the edge of the bed, spreading herself wide open for me. I ran my fingers lightly through her wetness, spreading it around the swollen nub until she was wiggling in anticipation. Blowing lightly on her clit, I slowly sank two fingers deep inside her. “Beautiful,” I whispered reverently before sucking mercilessly on her clit.
“Oh God,” she moaned just before her legs curled up and lightly squeezed my head. Her eyes met mine as she sat up on her elbows and watched my assault. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and despite how hard she tried to keep her eyes open, it was a losing battle. Her eyes rolled shut as her hips began rocking into my mouth, chasing her own pleasure. Minutes later she was gasping my name and falling apart under my mouth. Her legs fell limply around me as I leisurely shuffled her to the top of the bed and settled between her open legs.
I reached into my nightstand and removed a condom packet before giving her a few more soft kisses.
“Are you sure?” I whispered against her lips.
“Yes.”
“You’re not a…” I paused and swallowed the rest of my sentence. Was it insulting to ask a girl if she was a virgin? I chanced a glance at her eyes and found them bright with laughter.
“It’s not a bad word. You can say virgin.”
I swallowed and felt my eyes widen a bit. “So, y-you are one?”
She laughed when I still couldn’t say it and wound her arms around my neck before pulling me down. “No”—kiss—“I’m”—kiss—“not”—kiss—“a”—kiss—“virgin.” Alara’s sentence ended on a chuckle as she released my face and reached for the wrapper. It sucked to think about Alara with another guy but I wasn’t going to be crazy about it, and honestly I was grateful that was something I didn’t have to go through. I never wanted to see her in pain, no matter the circumstance.
I nodded before letting her roll the condom on and lowering myself between her shaking legs, slowly moving them further apart. Grabbing my neck, she brought our mouths together as we kissed and our hands roamed over each other slowly. I gripped my cock, sliding it along her wet entrance and teasing her as I kissed my way down her neck. Her moans got louder as she clutched my head and began begging me. Closing my eyes, I brought my mouth up and roughly kissed her as I slowly entered her.
“A-are you okay?” I choked out against her lips. With a furious nod she grabbed my neck and brought me back down at the same time she raised her hips, grinding into me. I groaned and pulled all the way out before slamming back in.
“Ohhh… yes.” She arched under me, rubbing her tits against my chest as her head flew back against the mattress. I returned to a slow, torturous pace as I nibbled on her jawline before gently biting her earlobe.
“Do you want more?” I whispered into her ear.
“Y-y-yes.” Her breath caught as I pinched and rolled her nipple. Alara’s hands gently traveled down my back and landed on my ass, where she dug her nails into my skin. She roughly squeezed, pulling me further into her and urging me on. I groaned into her shoulder as I quickened my pace. The sound of slapping skin and pleasured moans filled my bedroom until I was drunk on it. I moved my mouth over hers but couldn’t make contact as we quickly spiraled down and lost control. Our mouths hovered against one another as we traded hot breaths, pants, and moans.
Alara finally made contact and bit my bottom lip as she began to shudder. I opened my eyes and pulled back to watch her. Her mouth was wide open but her eyes only half closed, fighting to stay open because she wanted to see everything.
I grabbed her hands that had wandered to my hips before lacing our fingers together and bringing them over her head until she was pinned to the bed. Her eyes flared with desire as I fucked her faster, harder. I could see the sweat gathering at her temples and smell the sweet coconut lingering on her skin, and we were both so close I couldn’t stand it.
I let go of one hand, reached down and pinched her clit, sending her over the edge. She cried out as she trembled and squeezed my hand. Her head moved from side to side on the pillow as she continued to moan and shake while she tightened around me, creating the most wonderful pressure I’d ever felt. Only a minute later I followed her over, tensing and groaning out my powerful release.
We were both silent, except for our pants, as we came back down. I had collapsed against her and still hadn’t found the energy to move off her, but when I thought about how I might be hurting her I rolled off and onto my back. Getting up, I disposed of the condom and cleaned her up before lying back in bed and shuffling us both under the covers. We said nothing; in fact we hadn’t even looked at each other as we lay there.
“Alara?”
“Yeah?” She tilted her head up and looked at me with hazy eyes.
“That was perfect.”
She smiled and kissed me once, twice, three times before responding. “Yeah, it really was.”
We were silent once more as we wrapped around one another as much as we could and sunk further into the warm sheets.
“So… Thanksgiving is in a couple days,” she murmured a few minutes later.
“It is.”
“Do you have any plans?”
I shook my head and placed a kiss on the sensitive spot below her ear. “Nope. My sister wants to stay at home with my dad, but I just can’t go back there.”
Alara gave me a sad look as she grabbed my hand. “I understand.” She shifted around and cleared her throat before gazing up at me, looking adorably nervous. “But uhm… you could come over to our place, if you want?”
I pretended to think it over, and at first she looked a little crushed and definitely embarrassed. But the second she realized I was messing with her she tried to suffocate me with a pillow.
Tugging on her hand until she released the pillow, I tossed it across the room and I pulled her down to seal our lips together. “Of course I’ll come.” I tilted my head as I thought of something. “Why aren’t you going home? And what about Derek and Naomi’s parents?”
“My parents have to be traveling around the holidays this year, and Jackie is taking Megan out of the state to visit her other grandparents. Naomi and Derek don’t speak to their parents. And Sherry is never around on the holidays—we don’t even know where she goes.” She finished like none of those things were abnormal and even though there was definitely more to all of that, I let it go.
“Naomi and Derek usually come home with me. But like I said…” She trailed off and shrugged. “We’re trying to do it right too, so even if the food’s not good, it’ll be entertaining to watch us try.”