“We have to have sex. And then, while you’re still in me, I have to remove the ring.”
He chuckles softly. “You made it sound horrible.”
“Well, there’s still the real Kaitlyn. The other times we slept together, you thought it was her. This is the first time you’ll know it’s me.”
He runs a hand along the outside of my ear, brushing against the piercings. “Look, I’m not going to lie and say this isn’t weird and crazy, but this isn’t exactly a hardship on my end. You’re hot and I’m sweatpants at the moment. Will I be normal in 2025?”
“No clue.”
“Carpe diem, Kaitlyn.”
I try not to laugh at how painfully nerdy that sounds and throw my leg over him. His body is still the variegated gray of the sweat pants… I’m actually going to do this. I’m having sex with sweatpants.
“So you’re just going for it? No warm up?” he says.
“We don’t have time for a warm up,” I whisper back. My hands run down his belly until I find his hips. He’s still wearing the sweats. I tug them down a little and grab hold of his cock. He wiggles out of them and kicks them to the floor.
“As an approach to the last time I may ever have sex, I find it lacking.”
I lean over. “Matthew,” I say, in a warning tone. “We’re running out of time.”
He looks at me for a long moment, as his finger trails a path down the side of my face. I know he’s joking, but there’s probably a kernel of truth in it, too. He could literally be stuckhere forever. “Look, as soon as we get out of here, I’ll make it up to you.”
“Kaitlyn, I’m not trying to guilt you—” I stop his words with my mouth, forgetting his cock for a moment as Matthew’s lips meet mine. He kisses me breathless, holding me in place with hands that soothingly run through my hair, massaging my scalp. “Kaitlyn, even if this doesn’t work, thank you,” he whispers in my ear as he releases me. “You’re the bravest person I know.”
I rest my forehead against his. “This will work.” I find his cock again, much harder and more in the mood for activities than before our kiss. I rest a hand near his shoulder and lean over him so I can use his cock like a toy, rubbing the head of it against my clit in slow, hard circles. I’m ready quickly with just this alone and line us up, settling down on top of him all at once.
He groans softly as our bodies meet. Despite the very serious nature of this particular sex act, I still hear him mutter, “Fuck Kaitlyn, you feel so good.” His hands grip my ass as he helps me move.
Being on top was a mistake. The bed creaks with each thrust, but soon, I lose all sense of time or purpose. I need to move faster and faster even as I hear the door slam down the hall.
Matthew is determined to enjoy this, no matter what. He moves almost in defiance of the footsteps moving down the hall. “MATTHEW!” his mother screeches from just beyond the door.
“Come on my cock, Kaitlyn. You feel so fucking good,” he whispers. My body obeys, the orgasm shooting through me just as the door slams open.
“WHORE!”
I remember the ring suddenly and reach for his hand, tugging at the piece of metal. “With this ring, I thee unbind.”
Light seems to emanate from the ring. It fills the room, blinding me. I close my eyes, but the light is still bright againstmy eyelids. Hands grip mine, a body pulls me close, and then there is the sound of a cat hissing as my eyes adjust to the light.
The light seems to fade, and when I can no longer see a glow against my eyelids, I open my eyes. I’m in Matthew’s arms on my bed, much to Stanley’s annoyance. Matthew has me practically in a death grip as Stanley paws at his shoulder with as threatening a MREOW as he can muster.
“I think I pissed off your cat,” he says with amusement in his voice.
“It’s a natural state for Stanley.”
“So this is 2025?”
“Yep, welcome to the future.”
“Are there flying cars?”
I shake my head. “Not even close.”
“This is going to be interesting.”
“You have no idea.”