LJ Idol 10.10 - Take a Hike
I should leave.
"You're going to come up to my room, right?"
I should leave.
"Just for a couple of minutes. I do have to get back to my friends."
"Of course. I'm not expecting you to fuck me tonight. We'll save that for tomorrow morning. I just want to make out."
I should leave. My feet carry me forward, following her upstairs. We pass another couple in the hallway. They don't know me, do they?
She opens the door, and I follow her inside.
"Nice place," I say. I should leave. "Where's your bed?"
"This way."
I follow her to the bedroom and admire the comfort of the king size bed.
I should leave. "That looks so comfortable. I wish I could sleep there."
"I wish you could, too. But you have to get back."
I should leave. I pull her body against mine and lean down to kiss her. She kisses me back. I should leave. I want her on that bed.
"It would be a bad idea to move to the bed right now."
"Yeah, we'll be fucking if that happens. I'm on my tiptoes, though. Let's go to the couch."
She takes my hand and leads me out of the bedroom. "Of course," I say, "last time we were on a couch, we still ended up fucking."
"True, but you don't have time for that tonight."
I should leave. "I promised you, no more quickies."
I sit down on the couch, and she slides up next to me. Face to face, no leaning down for me, up for her, we kiss again. I pull her onto my lap and feel her press her body into mine, legs either side of mine, as we continue to kiss.
I should leave. I reach under her shirts. It's cold outside; she's wearing two layers, but no bra. I touch her left breast, squeeze it softly.
I should leave. I stop kissing her and lift her shirts up. She breathes heavily as I gently bite her nipples. They're taut, demonstrating how turned on she is right now. I'm sure she must be wet. I should leave. I don't want to leave. I want to be fucking her. But if I stay here much longer, my friends are going to wonder why I'm taking so long. They wouldn't approve of this.
I lean up to kiss her again, as she presses herself against my cock.
"Okay, I really should go now."
She smiles at me, that cute smile that tells me how pleased she is to have received all I've given her, and gets off my lap, pulling her shirts down.
"I know. It's okay, I'll see you tomorrow. You've already stayed here longer than I expected."
She walks backwards toward the kitchen table, and I follow her.
I should leave. I kiss her again, and she's on her tiptoes.
"I really want to be inside you right now. But I promised you."
"I know; I want that too. But you're right, you need to go."
"You want me to go?"
"No, I want you to fuck me. I don't care what you promised."
I should leave. "You're okay with that?"
She points ahead of her as she walks. "You can fuck me against that wall. It'll be quicker than taking this to the bedroom."
I want to. She walks to the wall and presses her body face first against it. I press up against her, kiss her neck.
"You said you had protection?"
"Oh yeah," she says, and starts to lean around the wall.
"I mean, you're sure you're safe? I'm not going to get you pregnant?"
She turns her head to look at me and grins. "Oh, yes. My period's due in two days." She pulls down her leggings and panties in one quick move. "Fuck me right now."
She's back against the wall, forearms pushed against it, holding her upright. My trousers are around my knees, and I push myself inside her. She gasps and moans as I move, and my fingers find her clitoris. I'm so turned on by how turned on she is. How wet she is wrapped around my bare cock. I push inside her, harder, faster.
"I'm gonna cum inside you."
"Do it."
A few more seconds and I'm there. I want to make her come, too, while I'm still inside her, but I really have to go.
"Mmm," she groans.
She lets me slip out of her, and pulls her clothes back up, while I do the same.
"You should probably at least wash your hands before you leave. You don't want your friends to smell me on you." She smirks at me, but she's right.
I head to the bathroom to wash my hands.
When I return, I kiss her lips again. "You know I hate to fuck and run."
"I know, but we'll continue this in the morning. You're fine. I wanted this too."
I don't know why she accepts this situation. I don't know how she tolerates it, how she doesn't just kick me to the curb, tell me to get lost. She knows I can't give her what she ultimately wants.
I kiss her again, and head for the exit. I've been here too long already, but in the heat of the moment, it was worth it.
I should leave. I should leave her. Or she should tell me to go. That would be the sane choice. But she doesn't want that. And neither do I.
---
Though this piece is fiction, I have had somewhat of a love affair with secret romances. This is, in part, inspired by a short period I had last year when I dated and fooled around with a local improviser, who ended things with the excuse that I had been spending too much time within his particular improv circles, suggesting he didn't want his friends to know about us. (And he wasn't the first; I dealt with the same issue in Malaysia, too). Interestingly, I saw him coincidentally last night, after several months of no communication, and it seemed clear that he was keen to hook up again. I have no idea what's going to happen now.
"You're going to come up to my room, right?"
I should leave.
"Just for a couple of minutes. I do have to get back to my friends."
"Of course. I'm not expecting you to fuck me tonight. We'll save that for tomorrow morning. I just want to make out."
I should leave. My feet carry me forward, following her upstairs. We pass another couple in the hallway. They don't know me, do they?
She opens the door, and I follow her inside.
"Nice place," I say. I should leave. "Where's your bed?"
"This way."
I follow her to the bedroom and admire the comfort of the king size bed.
I should leave. "That looks so comfortable. I wish I could sleep there."
"I wish you could, too. But you have to get back."
I should leave. I pull her body against mine and lean down to kiss her. She kisses me back. I should leave. I want her on that bed.
"It would be a bad idea to move to the bed right now."
"Yeah, we'll be fucking if that happens. I'm on my tiptoes, though. Let's go to the couch."
She takes my hand and leads me out of the bedroom. "Of course," I say, "last time we were on a couch, we still ended up fucking."
"True, but you don't have time for that tonight."
I should leave. "I promised you, no more quickies."
I sit down on the couch, and she slides up next to me. Face to face, no leaning down for me, up for her, we kiss again. I pull her onto my lap and feel her press her body into mine, legs either side of mine, as we continue to kiss.
I should leave. I reach under her shirts. It's cold outside; she's wearing two layers, but no bra. I touch her left breast, squeeze it softly.
I should leave. I stop kissing her and lift her shirts up. She breathes heavily as I gently bite her nipples. They're taut, demonstrating how turned on she is right now. I'm sure she must be wet. I should leave. I don't want to leave. I want to be fucking her. But if I stay here much longer, my friends are going to wonder why I'm taking so long. They wouldn't approve of this.
I lean up to kiss her again, as she presses herself against my cock.
"Okay, I really should go now."
She smiles at me, that cute smile that tells me how pleased she is to have received all I've given her, and gets off my lap, pulling her shirts down.
"I know. It's okay, I'll see you tomorrow. You've already stayed here longer than I expected."
She walks backwards toward the kitchen table, and I follow her.
I should leave. I kiss her again, and she's on her tiptoes.
"I really want to be inside you right now. But I promised you."
"I know; I want that too. But you're right, you need to go."
"You want me to go?"
"No, I want you to fuck me. I don't care what you promised."
I should leave. "You're okay with that?"
She points ahead of her as she walks. "You can fuck me against that wall. It'll be quicker than taking this to the bedroom."
I want to. She walks to the wall and presses her body face first against it. I press up against her, kiss her neck.
"You said you had protection?"
"Oh yeah," she says, and starts to lean around the wall.
"I mean, you're sure you're safe? I'm not going to get you pregnant?"
She turns her head to look at me and grins. "Oh, yes. My period's due in two days." She pulls down her leggings and panties in one quick move. "Fuck me right now."
She's back against the wall, forearms pushed against it, holding her upright. My trousers are around my knees, and I push myself inside her. She gasps and moans as I move, and my fingers find her clitoris. I'm so turned on by how turned on she is. How wet she is wrapped around my bare cock. I push inside her, harder, faster.
"I'm gonna cum inside you."
"Do it."
A few more seconds and I'm there. I want to make her come, too, while I'm still inside her, but I really have to go.
"Mmm," she groans.
She lets me slip out of her, and pulls her clothes back up, while I do the same.
"You should probably at least wash your hands before you leave. You don't want your friends to smell me on you." She smirks at me, but she's right.
I head to the bathroom to wash my hands.
When I return, I kiss her lips again. "You know I hate to fuck and run."
"I know, but we'll continue this in the morning. You're fine. I wanted this too."
I don't know why she accepts this situation. I don't know how she tolerates it, how she doesn't just kick me to the curb, tell me to get lost. She knows I can't give her what she ultimately wants.
I kiss her again, and head for the exit. I've been here too long already, but in the heat of the moment, it was worth it.
I should leave. I should leave her. Or she should tell me to go. That would be the sane choice. But she doesn't want that. And neither do I.
---
Though this piece is fiction, I have had somewhat of a love affair with secret romances. This is, in part, inspired by a short period I had last year when I dated and fooled around with a local improviser, who ended things with the excuse that I had been spending too much time within his particular improv circles, suggesting he didn't want his friends to know about us. (And he wasn't the first; I dealt with the same issue in Malaysia, too). Interestingly, I saw him coincidentally last night, after several months of no communication, and it seemed clear that he was keen to hook up again. I have no idea what's going to happen now.