Page 19 of Just One More Shot

I feel the bed dip behind me, and Damon lifts me so that my back arches. He spreads my legs wide and smacks my ass again. I moan.

“You like when he does that, babe?” Caleigh asks.

I lift up to respond, looking in her eyes. “Yes.” Then I get back to feasting on her delicious pussy, sliding two fingers in.

Damon collects my juices then rubs it over my asshole. “Let me know if this is too much.” He slowly enters his thumb in my tight hole, and I can already tell I am not going to last much longer.

I feel him nudge my entrance with his hard cock, rubbing it through my cunt. Then, all of a sudden, he slams all the way in and I gasp. He pounds me hard, as I am two fingers deep in Cal’s pussy. She lifts her legs over my shoulders and pulls on my hair, sending me over the edge, and Damon right after.

I open my eyes, slightly foggy. I sit up not recognizing where I am briefly. I look over to where Cal and Damon are sleeping. We must have crashed after our shower last night.

I quietly get out of bed and search for my phone. I find it on the floor next to my clothes. It is at two percent and says it's 5 am. Great. I tiptoe to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands. My whole body feels like it has been run over by a train.

Before I crawl back in bed, I examine myself in the mirror. My makeup and hair are a mess. I search through Damon’s drawers and find a brush that I gently comb my hair with. Then, splash water on my face and rub it with a washcloth. I pat dry and look in the mirror. I still have black marks on my face from my eye makeup, but this will have to do.

I make my way back to the bedroom. I can probably get a few more hours of sleep in before we need to get up. As I slowly get into bed, Caleigh stirs and opens her eyes. She looks at me sheepishly. I lean down and brush my lips against hers.

“Go back to sleep, we can leave in a couple of hours.” I whisper.

Her eyes widen and she pops up into a sitting position and looks around the room. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” she whisper-shouts.

“It's okay. Let's get some rest then we can go.”

She shakes her head, “No, can we please go home now?”

I look at her for a beat. “Yeah, let's get dressed and go home.” We both try to be quiet as we get up and put our clothes on. Damon is dead to the world and hasn’t moved an inch.

We quickly collect our things and walk downstairs. “Do you think we should leave a note?” Caleigh asks.

“Nah, I will just text him when we are home.” I lock the bottom knob to the front door, before I pull it shut behind me.

“When we get home, I am going straight to sleep. My whole body is sore.” I say to her.

“Okay, sounds good. When we wake up, I’ll make breakfast.” She leans onto my shoulder as we walk to the car to head to the apartment.

Caleigh

I left Elise in the bed sleeping and started making breakfast. I start out by cooking the bacon first, because it takes forever to get done. While that is cooking, I mix the pancake batter and get the pan heated up. As I put a sliver of butter in the pan, I get lost in my thoughts.

I admit, last night was amazing, but I didn’t realize how much I truly loved just having her to myself and forgetting about the rest of the world. I wonder if she feels the same way?

As I pour the batter in the pan and flip the bacon, I hear the bedroom door open down the hall. Then, light footsteps getting closer behind me. She wraps her arms around my waist, kisses my cheek then lays her head on my shoulder, watching me cook.

“It smells delicious. Can I help with anything?”

I reach up and rub her face with my free hand. “No, I got it. Go sit down and I’ll bring it over when it's ready.” She kisses my cheek again and does as I say.

Twenty minutes later, I am plating the food and pushing it in front of her. I go to grab glasses out of the cabinet and she says “We should probably talk, Cal.” My heart drops to my stomach. I hate that the first thing that happens when someone says those words, we should probably talk, is I automatically expect the worst.

“Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?” I ask as I sit down handing her a glass.

She pops a bite of egg in her mouth, swallows and says. “I am not sure. That’s why I said we need to talk. Where is your head at?”

I cut my pancakes and look up at her, “What do you mean?” I take a bite, forcing myself to chew.

“Like what are you thinking about this situation?” I look at her confused and she continues. “Me and you, Caleigh. How do you feel about us?” She moves her food around on her plate nervously.

I take a large sip of my drink while I think of how to word this for her. I don’t want to scare her away, but I also don’t want to not tell her how I feel and lose her. “Well, if I am being honest, I want you to be mine. I don’t want to share you anymore. Yes, last night was amazing, but I was jealous that you were enjoying someone else, other than me.” I can tell she's starting to relax a little more, as the words are spilling out of my mouth. “I know I don't have a cock; I'm obviously not a man and neither are you.” She laughs at me. “But I don’t need a man to be happy. I am happy with you. I love you and everything about you.”

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