Jess had been teasing me for months. She had something in mind. Something she’d been wanting to give me. I hated not knowing and I hated guessing, but she wanted me to keep asking. The whole thing was driving me nuts.
“Aren’t you curious?” she asked. She always started in right after we fucked. I’d be carefully sliding my cock out of her pussy and she’d bug me about it, still catching her breath, “Don’t you want to ask me?” She made me growl. Angry. “Can’t we just fuck and enjoy it?” I blurted out. “Oh baby,” she sighed, “I know you want more.”
She was counting down the days. Towards what, I didn’t know. “Where’s this going?” I asked her. She just laughed, dragging her fingers down my chest and grabbing my cock, shoving it back inside her. Snapping me from angry frustration to blind lust. I’m easily distractible. Grab my dick and I take off like a shot, forgetting whatever it was we were talking or fighting about seconds earlier.
I thought it was just a tease. Just her way of getting an angry fuck, her favorite kind. Keeping me riled up and ready to pounce. I’m ashamed to admit it, but my defense of my own pride was on a hair trigger. Catch me off guard when I don’t have the answer or can’t figure it out and I get mad as hell. It’s the main thing I’d like to change in myself. It’s dumb and I hate seeming dumb. But she knew how to use me and my stupid pride for hot sex. It’s why we’re so good together. She’s good for me. So good.
I told her she was driving me crazy with all the build up. That I needed to get this over with, whatever she was working up to, her scheme. She told me to meet her at the bar later. She told me to book us a nearby hotel. She told me to pack a cock and look good. I shoved her off of me, but I know when to shut up and do what I’m told. I obeyed. She left me in bed struggling between wanting to know what she was up to and wanting to be patient and let it unfold. I heard the door close & lock behind her before I crawled out of bed and made my morning tea. “Drink it hot,” I told myself, “Burn your tongue.”
All day I was fidgety. I did little chores around the house before I showered. I left the lights off until the sun went down completely and I was shuffling around in the dark, eventually caving in and switching on a hallway light that bleeds a soft light into the rest of my apartment. Enough light to check myself in the mirror, which I did, changing my outfit at least 3 times. I was torn between wearing a new pair of jeans and my old favorites. A hard, tight bulge or more discreet? A blazer and tie or a worn, soft work shirt? “Goddamn it,” I swore out loud. I wanted something more to go on. I hate being caught unaware, unready.
I settled on a tight pair of bootcut jeans over my boots with a soft white button down and my worn leather belt. I was packing my biggest cock, overcompensating, a cliché. I threw a small bottle of lube in my coat pocket and grabbed my keys. A light rain appeared out of nowhere as I headed to my car. “I hope the engine starts,” I thought as I hung my head low to keep the mist off my face. My old car hates the damp air, especially after a dry spell like we’ve had. I knew I was half hoping for an excuse, but my car started up easy and I felt my stomach lurch with expectation. Nervous. Excited. Ready for whatever she had planned. ‘Let’s go,” I thought, “She’s so good.”
I walked into the bar thinking I was early but saw Jess right away. She had her back to me. Someone was flirting with her. Someone was always flirting with her. I liked catching those moments. I liked it when she saw me watching and turned it up. I thought maybe she wanted me to watch her tonight and was about to take a seat at the other end of the bar but she turned around and came right over, throwing her arms around me and kissing me long enough for everyone to take notice before wiping her lipstick off my mouth. “Let me buy you a drink,” she said, “Go find us somewhere to sit.”
There was a low table with a couple chairs off in a corner. I watched her lean onto the bar. She always looked so good. I stared at the back of her thighs peeking out from under her skirt. Her tall, thick boots rising up to her knees. My girl looks strong. She looks like she can take care of herself. She turns around and adjusts her top before walking over to me. I’m instantly jacked up and wanting to fuck before she even hands me my drink. “When can we go to the hotel?” I ask. My knees spreading wider to push against her leg under the table. “I want to watch you fuck someone else tonight,” she laughed, looking around, “We need to find her.”
My mouth hung open. We’d talked about this a lot, but somehow I didn’t see it coming. She pet my face and sweetly pulled on my ear. “You’re so sweet,” she said, “so easy to please.” And then her expression changed. All business. Looking around the room. I felt expanded. Larger than when I’d walked in there. I heard the jukebox more clearly. I smelled the whiskey and the beer. The stale cigarettes. I searched the faces around the room. I read the body language. “Sit back,” she said, “I’m taking care of this.”
I did just what she asked. I sat back. I let it sink in. This isn’t just my fantasy. We all want this. We all think about it. I looked around the room and soaked it up. I like the commonality of it. I get off on what gets that person off. All of you. All of us. That’s what’s so hot about it. We’re all the same in some ways. We’re all dirty and lustful. We all love to fuck.
I watched Jess approach her. I watched them talk. The woman was around our age. She wore jeans and a soft sweater with a deep v-neck. I noticed her curves. Her small hands. Her phone stuck out of her front pocket. She didn’t have a purse. Traveling light. I took another drink and unbuttoned my sleeves. My girl looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. They walked to the bar together. I watched them both. They were laughing. Neither one of them looked nervous. Not like me. The bartender chatted with them for a minute. I saw the solo butches at the bar look over at them. One butch started to walk over to them just as they turned around to come to my table. I saw a sad look pass over the butch’s face and she kept walking, heading into the bathroom.
I jumped up and grabbed another chair. Holding it as the girls approached. Jess looked right at me. Our new friend stared hard at my hands on the back of the chair. I gripped hard and twisted my hands, feeling the sticky bent wood tug against my fingers. Jess squeezed the back of my neck. The woman sat down, thanking me for holding out the chair. I sat back down, grinning.
Jess looked at me. Waiting for me to say something. I couldn’t think of a thing. We sat there silent. I could see Jess enjoying my awkwardness. The woman saved me and broke the silence. “Where should we start?” she asked. “I’d like you to touch my thighs,” I told her. Jess laughed, shaking her head at me. “What?” I asked, throwing my hands up in the air, feeling annoyed. “Go ahead,” Jess said, “Get right to it, butch.” We all laughed at that. I couldn’t help myself. It’s true. I lacked subtlety. But the woman reached her arm over and lightly touched my thigh. Her fingers barely brushed against my jeans. Then I felt her grip. I felt her tease.
“Touch my thighs,” I repeated, “my arms.” We sat there quiet. I stared at her while she touched me, watching her face, her expression. Seeing Jess out of the corner of my eye. She shifted in her chair. I didn’t want to move a muscle. I couldn’t imagine standing up, walking out of there. This was perfect. I waited. I lifted my fingers off the table top. They both took a drink. We all smiled. “Let’s go,” Jess said. I watched them stand and move towards the door. I waited until they were out on the sidewalk before I stood up to follow.
I got the key while they waited in the lobby. We were silent in the elevator. Quiet in the room. Jess kissed me. She moved behind me and wrapped her arms around me. Her hands rubbing my chest, my belly. She moved her hands over my belt. “What’s your name?” I whispered to the other woman. She just smiled at me and turned her back to me. My hands moved to her hips, pulling at the seams of her jeans. I pulled her ass against my bulge. Jess backed away from us. I heard her slide the door chain closed.
The woman moved towards the bed but I grabbed her wrist and led her over to the small desk by the window. I pushed the chair out of the way, meaning for it to roll, but it toppled over with a thud. I liked the sound of it hitting the carpet. I thought about the people in the room below us and how they would wonder what that sound was.
Her hands hung at her sides. I grabbed each wrist and put her palms down flat on the desk in front of us. I undid her jeans and pulled them down, leaving her panties in place. I bent over her and pressed my belly into her curved lower back. Her ass pushed against me and I pulled back away. “I want you to struggle for it,” I said, holding her hands tight beneath mine. “Keep your hands put,” I spat behind her ear, “Come find me.” I reached for my belt with one hand, keeping my left hand firmly on top of hers. I struggled one handed to unbuckle it and undo my jeans. I let my fingers brush against her thighs as I pulled my cock out. I lingered between her legs, feeling the cotton of her panties. “Are you wet?” I whispered, “Do you want me?” I didn’t want her to answer. I didn’t want to hear her talk. I wanted her moaning. I felt Jess watching me. I wanted to put on a good show.
I pushed my cock between her legs. I pressed it against her, holding it still. She moved a little. “You like the way this feels?” I asked her. She groaned and shifted her weight. I felt her push down against my cock. “You’ve got to work for it,” I told her, “Press into me.” I watched her shift further forward. Her forearms on the desk now, palms flat, elbows bent out at an angle. I ran my fingers down her sides. I pulled at the elastic band of her panties. She moved back and forth, trying to rub against my cock. I circled one arm around her and reached between her legs. “Let me help you,” I said and held my cock against her as she rubbed it. I angled the tip of the cock higher for her. I felt her shift and drag her slit against the head. “Please,” I heard her whisper.
I reached forward and put my hand on her neck. I slowly rubbed my fingers along her jawline and cupped my palm under her mouth. “Spit,” I said. She turned her head towards me. “Spit into my hand,” I soothed. She opened her mouth. I felt her lips on my fingers. She spat slowly, repeatedly into my palm. The spit pooled in thick puddle. “Thank you,” I said and brought my wet hand down to my cock, slicking it up. I hooked my finger into the crotch of her panties and tugged them lower. I held the wet cock in my hands, my grip tight around it, the head bulging out, and waited. “Come,” I said and pressed my face into her back, bending my knees a little. Patient.
She moved. I heard Jess behind me. I heard her lift her skirt. I closed my eyes, picturing her hand between her legs. My heart was pounding. Exploding in my chest. I was breathing hard, gulping the air in the room. “Come,” I repeated and felt her pussy brush against my grip. She pushed herself down onto the head of my cock. I only let a few inches push inside her, keeping my hand curled around the base. She struggled against me. “That’s right,” I said, “That’s so good.” She pulled herself on and off the tip of my cock, rubbed her pussy against me. I pet her clit lightly with the tip of my finger. We were so wet between us. Her pussy so open. Her spit on my fingers. I held my cock steady and pushed her down against the desk with my other arm. “Yes,” I said and listened to her quiet sounds.
Her hips rocked harder. I felt her mood change, that shift when you move from enjoying the build up to needing a release. I pulled my cock out of her. I wanted her angry. She had to back her ass up further to find me. “Just like that,” I said and grabbed her hips in both hands before I shoved my cock in hard. “So good,” I said, pounding into her.
I was going to come. I felt it. I looked over my shoulder at Jess. She was leaning against the door, legs open wide, her hand in her panties. I had to look away. “Reach down between your legs,” I told the woman, “Come for me.” She jerked off with a downward movement. A hard jerk, pulling on her clit while I fucked her hole. I get lost in the details. The way her arm looked like it was pulling on a dick. Like I was watching some guy jerk off from behind, not a woman. I love watching someone jerk off. I’m always so curious. “Keep fucking her,” I thought, “Don’t get lost.” I felt her come and moved my cock deep inside her. Holding her to me, my hands gripping her tight.
We stayed still, listening to Jess breathing loud behind us. I pushed her down again and pulled my cock out of her. I unbuckled the harness and let it hang to one side, reaching underneath to stroke my own clit. Coming against her ass.
I stood there with my hand still on my clit while she pulled up her panties and jeans. She washed herself up in the bathroom and started to leave, but Jess and I told her she should stay. We were going to go home. I handed her the key and we said goodnight. I grabbed Jess’s hand as we walked down the hall to the elevator. “You’re so good,” I told her. She squeezed my hand and kept walking. I couldn’t wait to get her home.