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A last chance to say goodbye
I wiped anyway and found that I was creaming with arousal.
"Fuck..." I said.
There was a knock on the door followed by a hesitant, "Sam? You alright, bub?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said.
A small pause.
"Sorry if I scared ya, Sam."
I laughed. "You didn't, now stop talking. I'm trying to go here."
"Oh-ho...right, well...I'm heading back to the car. Keep in mind I drove you here so - no - you can't bail on me. Meet me in the car park when you're done."
"No worries, see you in a bit." I called out.
I heard her walk off and sighed. I tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do. Bailey was a very open girl, so I already knew about the ways she swung, but I had no idea she was interested in little ol' me. I mean, I was Sam. I'd chosen the name 'Roxy' that night because it sounded interesting. Obviously, I'm not interesting.
I also knew that Bailey was seeing three other people already, all of them aware of each other, and everyone totally cool with it. Commitment wasn't an issue...so what was?
I guess I just didn't know who I was or what I wanted at the time.
Luckily I didn't let it haunt me for long. I got up and pulled on my big-girl panties and washed my hands without needing too.
Back outside, the day was getting warmer. Bailey drove up along side me while I was scanning the lot for her car.
She honked the horn and said in a nasally voice, "Hop in, hot stuff. I'll pay ya fifty bucks for a rim job."
"Fuck off." I laughed, but I blushed anyway, getting in the little shit box of a car.
She drove us to her house, still managing to strike up a decent conversation with me despite the days events. When we got there, she played the same Iggy Pop album, this time on a record player.
"By all means, Bailey," I told her dropping my bag at her bedroom door, "Play the same fucking songs over and over again. I'm sure to never get bored of it."
"Too right." she told me flopping down on her bed.
Her eyes were closed and her cute little toes were wiggling to the song. I couldn't help but smile looking at her.
I remembered what she'd said to me in the clothes shop. I remembered how potent my reaction was. I remembered wanting to get to know her more. The scent of Bailey was infused in every particle of the air. The room was a pocket of her soul...if that makes any sense.
Fuck it, I decided.
I walked to the bed, leaned over, and kissed her before she could open her eyes.
I heard her sharp inhale of breath. Even so I never faltered as my lips moved against hers. For the first few seconds, I wasn't feeling it. I was thinking this was all a mistake.
But then she moved with me. Her lips pursed and slow-danced against mine, soft and wet. Her fingers carded in my hair, and mine smoothed down her sides. She was so thin, but wiry. She was a deceptively strong girl, and that much was made clear very suddenly to me.
I was yanked onto the bed. Before I knew it I was beneath her and she was straddling me. I felt trapped by what I'd instigated, but I kind of liked the thrill of it: being powerless. She grinned down at me and whispered, "You horn dog." before latching her rouged lips onto the side of my neck.
She started grinding her crotch against my thigh.
"I'm sorry," I chuckled, "who's a horn dog?"
Her knee parted my legs, and soon she wasn't the only one who couldn't control her hips.
She started to suck on that spot, and I cried out a little at the dull pain. When she pulled away, I knew there was going to be a big fucking hickey there.
"What was your name again...?" She grinned, "...Roxy, right?"
I shook my head, "Just call me 'Sam'."
She gave me a quick peck on the lips before her hands found their way under my shirt. Every inch of my skin was crawling by the time she found my bare tits. Mate, was I glad I wasn't wearing a bra that day.
She pulled my top off over my head before giving my nipples a quick flick.