Page 18 of Sicken of the Calm
He tells me to concentrate on herclit, softly at first and then with the hard tip of my tongue. Up and down, upand down, in circles, tells me to suck a little, to hold her hips down. Hermoans are suddenly muffled and I know they’re Spiderman kissing.
“Slip a finger in, Joaquin. Good.Now, two,” he says. My fingers are thick, and I rub upwards when he orders meto, still tonguing and sucking on her clit.
“Pull your mouth back,” he sayswhen she starts bucking.
“Bastard,” Aisha says again, morebreathless this time.
“Three fingers.” I can hear thesmile in Ezra’s voice. Aisha clenches around my fingers. I fuck her with themand she pants. “Want to come?” Ezra asks.
“Doyou?”Aisha repliestestily.
“Not really.”
“Oh, is that your baton my headis rubbing against, officer?” Aisha snarks. Ezra snorts. “Fuck –yes,”Aisha says when Ezra doesn’t prompt her further.
“Make her come,” Ezra says. I putmy mouth back on her, remembering the rhythm Ezra had used to finally get meoff last time, and I’m just as merciless. Aisha moans, yes,yes,lettingher knees splay wide, heels digging into my back and fisting her hands in myhair, pushing me closer. My dick is hard and rubbing through my jeans againstthe bed, but it’s secondary, all my attention on Aisha and Ezra.
“Fu-uck,” Aisha moans and shetrembles, coming. I suck on her clit and she gets louder. I turn softer as shestarts squirming and panting and eventually pull off. She relaxes on the bedand I wipe her wetness from my face before kissing her on the soft skin of herinner thigh, nuzzling. I wipe my fingers on the bed cover and send a mentalapology to whoever the bed belongs to.
“Do I get to watch as you two getoff?” Aisha asks once her breath evens.
“Nope,” Ezra says cheekily, andAisha snorts.
“Fair enough – I’m notcomplaining about what I’ve got.”
Aisha and I sit up. It’s atestament to my distorted expectations when I’m surprised that Ezra doesn’tdress her, just passing her the pieces of clothing instead. When she’s dressedshe arches an eyebrow.
“I’ll see your downstairs,” shesays, but Ezra shakes his head.
“We’ll go with you,” he says.Aisha looks surprised.
“Well,” she says, and smirks alittle.
We file out of the room, Aishaswaying her hips. I feel awkward, adjusting my boner as I go, but they seemunfazed. By the time we get downstairs my boner has gone down enough not to beobvious.
After all that, it’s disorientingto get swallowed up by the unchanged crowd and noise. Ezra presses close to mefor a moment.
“You ok?” he asks into my ear. Inod. Aren’t people normally ok after consensual sexual contact? I wonder why hekeeps asking, but it doesn’t bother me – quite the opposite.
I don’t think about it.
We get drinks and go mingle. Ifeel both looser and tenser than before going down on Aisha, like I’m moreaware of my body but my surroundings, once I get used to them, are moreinconsequential.
The girl that was dancing withEzra joins us, other friends of Ezra and Aisha come and go, introduced in a waythat none of us expects will really stick. We talk, I listen, and when a songcomes up that makes all of them perk up we move to the floor, dancing in acircle.
I feel like I’m glancing at Ezraall night, staring at him, but then again –
He’s staring back.
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We creep into October and onFriday Iva and I go out into the city, spending the afternoon after classwalking around and grabbing something to eat. That’s one of the things I likemost about being with her – we don’t have to plan around an event to gosomewhere.
When the sun falls completely andit gets cooler, we settle into a busy but not overcrowded bar, sitting at thebar for a while before we can snag a table in a corner.
I know Iva too well to not knowwhat’s coming. I don’t enjoy talking about things, but if it weren’t for Iva,they’d always be festering inside. I love my family; both my parents areopen-minded and I get along with my two sisters, but Iva’s always been the oneto open me up. There’s something about her straight-forward kindness that putsme at ease.
“So, you’re hanging around withEzra a lot,” Iva says not long after we’ve settled at the table. I can tellshe’s trying to keep her voice neutral, but there’s a little hitch to hereyebrow.
