I scurry around in a tiny towel looking on the floor for my discarded clothes but I can only find my bra & skirt, which I clutch onto like they are my lifeline. What the hell happen to my G string & singlet? Conner pulls on a pair of black boxer briefs & joins the search.
“Looking for this?” He points at my singlet that is hanging from his 42 inch flat screen TV on his bedroom wall. I blush & race over to retrieve it, Conner playfully tugs the towel as I reach up to unhook the singlet, the towel slips off me easily, I am standing there naked trying to cover up but in the end my attempts are futile & I give up, there is no point now, but I still blush. He puts his hands on my hips, pulling me into his embrace
“You’re so cute when you blush.” That just makes me blush more, I look down but I giggle. He uses a finger to guide my face back to look at him “I hope that I’ve filled the brief?” It’s more of a question than a statement.
“The one that you set yourself?” he nods, I laugh “yes, you get full marks” he grins his cheeky school boy smile & looks pretty pleased with himself. He releases me & turns to what looks like his t-shirt draw, he pulls out a white one & puts it on, before he shuts the draw he pulls out a navy blue one & offers it to me. I greedily take it from him, there is nothing worse than the walk of shame in last night’s clothes. I know when I get back to Savannah’s I’m going to get shit from her & her husband Carter. I put my bra & his t-shirt on, it’s so long, I don’t really need my skirt, but with my g string MIA I feel like I need some extra coverage, Conner holds out a pair of grey boxer briefs, I smile as a way of thanks, I pull them on, thankful that they fit my womanly hips. As I pull them on he looks me up & down, I see his bulge grow in his own boxer briefs
“You’ve never looked sexier” I scoff, folding last night’s outfit in a neat pile to take with me “I’m serious, that is fucking hot!” His eyes tell me he means it, they stare at me hungrily, I look at myself in his wardrobe mirror, He really finds this hot? My hair is wet & an absolute curly mess, I’ve got no make-up left on, I’m wearing his clothes & my legs look short & stumpy without my heels on.
“What this old thing?” I tug on the hem of the T-shirt & look up at him innocently. He groans, running his fingers through his hair
“If you keep looking at me like that, you may never get home.” He smirks “or be able to sit down ever again.” He looks away as if he’s going to blush, pulling up his jeans. I know he needs some reassurance too, I’m brave with his back to me, I wrap my arms around his waist, laying my hands flat on his hard abs, he stiffens but his hand comes up to rest on mine
“Thank you for an incredible night” I involuntarily blush at the memories “& morning!” he turns to face me, placing a soft kiss on my lips
“You’re welcome, I hope there will be others?” Again, it’s a question, not a statement. I blush, I want badly to say ‘Yes’, but I don’t know if my voice will be audible “I’ll take that blushing as a yes?” I giggle, nod & blush more. He smacks me on the ass & walks out the room “Do you want breakfast?” he’s shouting from another room, probably the kitchen, I don’t know where it is, what’s the protocol here? Do I make myself at home or am I confined to his bedroom? One night stands are easy, once you’re dressed you’re out the door, no looking back for lost underwear. This is a new very grey area, if this is going to be a regular thing then I should feel comfortable here but not too familiar, I wouldn’t leave belongings behind, except maybe the occasional MIA g string. But would it be appropriate to bring a bag of clean clothes next time? Aw fuck, this is why you are in over your head Kristie. I groan at my thought process & walk down the hallway trying to find where Conner is banging around. I peek in a few rooms, just to have a look, I can pretty much tell where Conner is, but I am intrigued by his house. It’s all decorated much the same as his lounge room, minimalistic with oversized furniture that takes up the entire room, but hardly any personal effects such as family photos or keepsakes, no clutter whatsoever.
As I enter the kitchen he’s putting bacon in the fry pan, I sit at the breakfast bar stool, this isn’t too familiar is it? “Do you want some bacon & eggs?” I nod, the smell makes my stomach growl so loudly I’m glad that he has the bacon sizzling & the exhaust fan on otherwise I swear he would have heard it. “Toast?” I shake my head
“No thanks, do you need some help?” he shakes his head
“I’m all good, you should see if you can actually sit.” He chuckles, then his face changes as his smile fades “In all seriousness are you ok?”
“I wasn’t a virgin Conner.” He laughs
“No, a virgin wouldn’t fuck like that” Oh My God, is that a good thing? He turns the bacon, smiling to himself “You are tight like one though” Holy shit, did he just say that? I blush, I guess my face may as well just stay red, he serves up the bacon & eggs & brings a plate over to me, sitting in the stool next to me “Really? Are you ok?”
“I’m great Conner, don’t worry. We didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to.”
“Just to clear the air, I don’t normally get carried away like I did in the shower…” His voice trails off, I don’t know where he’s going with this, I stuff too much bacon in my mouth to stop from talking “Yeah, so anyway… my last STD check was all clear.” I chew my bacon longer than necessary because I feel my face reddening, knowing he needs some reassurance again, as I swallow I form my sentence that I didn’t think I would ever have to say
“I had one last month & all was good too.” How odd that I’d never had a STD check before but at my last check up only a month ago, the Dr threw one in for good measure. He turns in the stool to face me, I give him a sideways glance
“I’m really sorry, I’ve never done that before…” Oh my god Whatthefuck hasn’t he done? He looks down as his plate, shaking his head & whispers“What are you doing to me Kristie?” he looks up to meet my gaze, I must look puzzled, “I haven’t… I mean… I’ve never had sex without using a condom before” My jaw drops
“Yes” I still can’t believe it, most of the time you have to force the guy to put one on, even if you tell them that you aren’t on the pill.
“Not even with a girlfriend?”
“No” feeling a little braver at his confession, I ask quietly so he knows it’s not accusatory
“Why did you with me then?” Our eyes meet, I want to look away because I know that I will blush whatever the answer is, but I can’t seem to move, I get the feeling he knows what he needs to say but he needs to think about it, for what seems like eternity for me, I am dying for him to answer the question so that I can get him to talk but I think that will make him clam up. There must be a big reason why he’s always used a condom, but I doubt I am going to find out the reason why today
“No one has ever made me want to fuck them like you do” I blush, HolyFuckingBatShit! He runs his fingers through his hair, “I lost my head without thinking about the consequences.” He picks up the last piece of bacon with his fingers, smiling at the memory “but it felt fucking amazing!” He winks, shoving the bacon in his mouth, I blush & giggle, “So should I drop you off?” Confession time over.
It’s about 11 o’clock as Conner picks up his keys, I am standing awkwardly in the hallway by the door with my pile of clothes, waiting to do the walk of shame back to Savannah’s house to pick up my car. Once he’s pulled out of the driveway, he fumbles about in his pocket, driving slowly as he lifts his hips off the car seat, he pulls out his smartphone & hands it to me
“Save your number under ‘Sexy’ & take a photo so every time I text you I see what I’m missing” He laughs, I can’t tell if he’s being serious, I pull on the collar of the t-shirt & aim the phone down at my breasts & take a photo. He laughs harder, I save the blurry dark photo that you can’t even tell what it is as the contact photo & save my name as ‘S-E-X-Y.’ “When can I see you again?” His serious tone catches me off guard, I mentally view my calendar
“Are you free Friday night?”
“I will be.” His playful tone makes me smile. So many mixed signals, He’s just a fuck buddy Callan! I prank call my own phone from his so his number comes up, I save it as ‘Fuck Buddy’ & take a picture of him driving that I save as his contact photo, he’s laughing heartily but I wonder what he would say if he knew what I just saved his name as. He pulls up at Savannah & Carter’s house, he doesn’t turn off the car, I suspect he doesn’t want to see Carter since they work together, but he puts it in park & turns to face me. “I had a really great weekend Kristie” he leans his elbow on the centre console, his other hand reaches the back of my head to pull me in for a long sensual kiss. I’m breathless when he finally pulls back, releasing my head. “You’d better go before I fuck you in this car.” He grins from ear to ear, it’s infectious, I lean in & quickly peck him on the lips, I get out the car but turn back to say
“My weekend was mind blowing. Bye” I slam the door before he can say anything & see me blush I hear him gasp as I run up Savannah’s driveway.
“Well look what the cat dragged in!” Savannah is laughing at me already, looking me up & down “What are you wearing, you tart?”
“Shut up & let me in” I push past her, laughing, her husband Carter pops his head down the hallway, he’s laughing too
“Well look what we have here” Oh my god! I rush straight into the spare room where I left my overnight bag & try to shut the door, Savannah pushes against it, Carter is laughing behind her
“We want details Kristie, you can’t hide in there” I huff, but my face breaks out in a bright red tell-tale sign paired with a cheesy grin
“It was absolutely fucking amazing!” They both hoot, Carter claps while they both start laughing, my phone beeps with a message, I was going to ignore it so I can get away from these two maniacs as quickly as possible but I see out of the corner of my eye the pop up preview of a text, it’s from ‘Fuck Buddy’
FB: Mind blowing huh? Which part in particular? I blush & grin like a Cheshire cat, Savannah doesn’t miss it
“Is that from Fleaz? Whoop Whoop, Kristie’s got a boyfriend, a boyfriend” she chants as she walks away He’s not my boyfriend Savannah! I shove last night’s clothes & all my crap in my bag, picking it up I smooth the covers of their spare bed I never slept in & walk out the room. “I’m not kidding Kristie, I want juicy details” I can’t wipe the smile off my face
“Firstly, he’s not my boyfriend, secondly it was fantastic, I think… no Savanah, I know that it was the best sex I’ve ever had”
“Really?” she hugs me “Are you going to see him again?”
“I think so…”
“Just be careful, he didn’t get a nickname like Fleaz for no reason.” I try not to dwell on his nickname, I’m think I prefer not to know what it’s all about. Finally Savannah lets me leave her house, I quickly pull my phone out before I take off, there’s another text message
FB: My favourite part was feeling you come 😉 Gah! Winking smiley face! I smile at the memory of him saying ‘you have no idea how tight you feel when you come’ I blush again, my mind wanders to this morning’s conversation ‘no a virgin wouldn’t fuck like that, but you are tight like one’ what the hell did he mean by ‘a virgin wouldn’t fuck like that’ I try not to think about it as I write back to him
K: My favourite part was you making me come. 😉 I toss my phone on the passenger’s seat, crank up the music & I drive home trying really hard not to overthink about this weekend or how a virgin would fuck.