Goodbye: K's Apartment

K's apartment is less than a mile from mine. I can make the trip in under three minutes if I catch the light. At two a.m., there are few cars to get in my way, and my fear of cops decreases in direct proportion to my desire to get laid. If I were a different sort of woman, I'd burn rubber in my haste to get to his place.

On this night, I find him up, as I thought he would be, watching some cultish comic-based movie that obviously isn't considered a classic. It's basically a B-movie. He only casually looks at me as he lets me in before turning his attention back to the flick, with an intense expression on that face...with those lips.

There's a moment where I actually think he's going to make me beg. That he's going to explain in a dark tone how interested he is in the plot of this dog of a movie, that I'll have to wait until the film is over. If he says that, I may just cry. I'll dissolve into some pathetic creature who will just absolutely beg him to take me. No holds barred. I'll fall on my knees in front of him, scrambling to undo the fly of his faded jeans, to pull him out and suck him deep down my throat.

Don't make me beg, I think. Just fuck me. Please just fuck me.

I got so wet on the drive over that I'm almost out of my head with lust. Sure, the journey was brief, I know, but then I was actually wet before I left my apartment. Sopping as I slid into my jeans and stretchy black lace top. So amazingly wet as I slicked on some lip gloss and spritzed on some perfume.

So don't make me beg, I think. Come on, K. Don't make me.

Then, like an angel, he smiles at me, mutes the TV, and stands. We don't go to his bedroom. Not tonight. There isn't time, and he knows it. Maybe he can smell the arousal on me. Maybe he's as intensely turned on as I am. Instead of ushering me to his bedroom, he brings me to his couch and sits me down, then pulls my top down past my shoulders to reveal my naked breasts. I can't wear a bra with this sort of flimsy contraption. That's my excuse, anyway. He bends to kiss my breasts, his mouth with those lips soft and warm on my nipples, and he moves back and forth, making sure to treat both equally.

I'm humming with pleasure already. And I close my eyes, feeling the movie flicker over my shut lids. Seeing without seeing.

K goes on his knees to kiss me, and I feel my lip gloss smear from my mouth to his, feel his teeth on my bottom lip, tugging. He nips and bites his way back down again to my breasts, and then he moves his hands to cradle my waist. I think that I'll have to stand to take my jeans off, but he has other ideas. First, he slides his hand down my stomach, opening my fly as he goes. Somehow, he manages to touch me through my panties but inside my tight jeans, and I feel myself shift forward, groaning at the connection.

Now, he moves his hands and rips my jeans down and off. When he sees the pretty little panties I have on underneath, he's the one to sigh. He presses those lips to the pink cloth that covers me. The fabric provides no protection at all from the warm soft wetness of his mouth. But that's okay. I don't want protection. I want the wetness. Drippy and hot. I want everything about this--the way he slides his tongue in dreamy designs over me, traces invisible pictures round and round. He kisses and licks until I'm babbling urgest requests for him to continue, to please not stop, to just make it happen. And he does.

He eats me relentlessly until I come on his tongue, and only then does he slide my panties off and turn me so I'm bent over the arm of the couch. He takes his position behind me, drops his jeans and enters me deep and strong. I gaze at the floor as I feel a second climax build, and I memorize the patterns of the rug, intricate boxes within boxes in shades of brown and beige and gold. The designs remind me of his tongue against me, and I run one hand between my legs, touching myself when I sense K is about to come.

We climax together--in overwhelming waves--in the late night movie glow of K's apartment.

Oh, how I'll miss that mouth, those lips. Bye bye, K. It was fun.