Page 9 of That First Night
She’s coming back down from her orgasm, but I refuse to remove my fingers from her soaking wet pussy when I crash my lips to hers. Immediately, her arms wrap around my neck to deepen our kiss as if she doesn’t want this moment to end.
I pull away from her kiss at the same time I remove my fingers from her heat because I need to fucking taste her.
I focus my eyes on her bright blue eyes with fluttering lashes as she stares back at me, catching her breath. She watches as my fingers soaked with her cum dive into my mouth, sucking her arousal off of them.
Her mouth opens slightly as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing right now.
“You taste so fucking sweet, Sunshine.”
“I-I,” she stutters, completely speechless. “Wow.”
I need more of her. I want her bright red lips wrapped around my dick. I want to be inside of her and feel her pussy squeeze my cock with her cum dripping down my balls. I want to give her ten more orgasms and another few in the morning. I have never wanted a woman to spend the night, but I know just one will never be enough.
“Come home with me tonight,” I whisper.
She pauses, as if she wants to say no. But a look falls over her face and I can feel how much she wants to say yes to my question. I can’t let this night end with just that.
“Let me go get washed up,” is all she says back as she pulls herself off the wall to walk towards the bathroom.
I’m left standing where she left me, staring at her backside as she adjusts her dress as she walks away. My dick still hard and my mind reeling over what just happened in this hallway. I feel like my feet are cemented here and if I move or even blink, then it would all be just a dream. She pauses slowly and turns over her shoulder to tell me, “Oh and Thomas?” My gaze meets hers. “I’ll go home with you tonight.” With one small smirk on her lips and a wink, she turns and walks toward the restroom.
I give her a tight nod because apparently, I have forgotten how to speak around her. The way she moves her body, the way her body responds to mine and the cutest fucking little facial expression she gave me, has me wanting to know everything there is to know about her. Like I said, I don’t do this relationship shit, but two fucking hours in the presence of this woman has me wanting more of her. I want to know all about her. What her favorite breakfast food is, what movies make her laugh and what makes her cry. I want to know what she likes to do in her spare time. I want to knowwhy the fuckI sound like Marc.
I smile to myself as I start to walk back out of the hallway and into the ballroom, deciding I’ll meet her back at the bar where we were before this.
As soon as I sit down, the loudest noise fills the room. The fire alarm is blaring in our ears and the entire ballroom erupts in pure chaos. My eyes scan the room and I see people grabbing their belongings, screaming, and running in all different directions. No one knows where to go or what is happening. Is this a real fire? Did someone accidentally trip the alarm? As soon as the thought hits my head, I smell smoke.
Peyton.
I have to find her through this chaos.
“Please exit through the east wing doors. There is a kitchen fire close to the west wing doors. This is not a drill,”comes blaring through the DJ speakers.
I find myself running towards the hallway I just came from, where the bathrooms are, to see if I can find Peyton. It’s impossible to move in that direction because hundreds of people are trying to exit the ballroom at the same time. I can’t get there. I feel like I am a sheep being corralled in a farm towards the east wing exit. My eyes never stop scanning the room to look for her, though.
Next thing I know, I’m outside the entrance. My eyes continue to scan the crowd to see if I can find even a glimpse of golden blonde hair in this crowd.
“Thomas!” I hear my best friend, Logan scream. My head snapping in his direction. “This way! We have to get out of here, the fire is spreading fast.”
“I have to find her,” I scream at him.
“Who?” he’s screaming back. It’s so fucking loud out here with everyone running around in a state of panic. “Forget it, bro. We have to get out of here.”
His hand grabs my elbow to drag me away and my body follows reluctantly as my eyes continue to scan the crowd outside for any sign of her around. Did she get out? Was she still in the bathroom? I can’t find her in the sea of people filling the streets of New York City. Fire engines blare in the distance and smoke fills the streets. After what feels like hours of looking through the crowd as we’re running through the streets, I don’t find her.
She’s gone.
Five Years Later
“Peyton, where do you want this last box?” Avery screams from the hallway.
I’m unboxing the little bit of my life into this small New York City apartment that I’m sharing with Avery and Kali. I don’t own much because what I did have was only enough to fill a small bedroom in my home in South Jersey. When I lost my parents about a year ago tragically in a car accident, I tried to stay because I loved that home and the memories from my entire life were there, but I just couldn’t afford it. I couldn’t afford much since I only worked as a substitute teacher for kindergarteners. I begged for more hours, but they couldn’t offer anything more. I even looked for a permanent kindergarten or preschool position, but nothing ever opened up.
The city life has never been for me, if I’m being honest. I loved living in the suburbs and having a yard, a driveway, and not having to share an entire building with strangers.
I was forced to sell the house, the furniture and most of my own belongings just to be able to give myself enough cushion to get my life started here in New York City. I’m quickly learning that shit ain’t cheap in this neck of the woods.
My Gigi, Esther, who lives right outside the city, offered me a room to move in with her. I thought about it for a hot minute, because I would still be close to my best friends, and if I landed myself a job in the city it wouldn’t be a difficult commute. But I didn’t want to disrupt her life and routine. She always has her best friends over for card night. Yes, they call it card night. Because those little bitties loved to playCARDS AGAINST HUMANITYtogether. Gigi and her friends are some dirty old birds, that’s for sure.
