There we were sitting in his run-down apartment, sipping beer, and letting the old TV flash pictures and chatter quietly while neither of us paid attention to it. We sat rather close on his ratty old couch. I wondered how many other girls had been in my position…or, for that matter, more comprising ones, on that very couch.
"What do you do for fun?" I asked casually, like the things you ask on a first date.
He studied me for a moment, took a swig of beer and then held it out for emphasis, "Drink," he began, giving a chuckle, the smell of four beers perforating his breath, but once his chuckled subsided he spoke again, "You don't want to know the rest…" he said. He took one long swing and slammed the bottle down onto the table, reaching over to pop open a new one.
"Sure I do," I said, loose from the beer- I was only on number three. I nursed it slowly, not wanting to get too intoxicated- I had to keep my wits. "C'mon…I'm all in or I'm not, right? Let me in…" I said, touching his arm, my breath washing across his neck.
He shook his head, "You're not ready yet." he stated. When I began to look disappointed, and a little insulted, he continued, "I will show you," he said. "But in its time."
I nodded, and that was fine by me.
A silence fell between us, but Billy took this opportunity to get closer. My heart beat quickened. I could feel the blood pulsing through my veins. I even felt that little tingle between my legs. He leaned forward in one smooth, swift moment and pressed his lips to mine. We kissed.
He had still been holding his beer, but it just fell from his fingers and rolled to the floor, spilling beer at our feet. But we didn't seem to notice. He put both his hands on me. One ran through my hair and the other squeezing my hip. I clutched his shirt with the one hand I could move. My other armed was pinned to my side. Not that I noticed much.
But kissing led to tonguing and grasping led to groping; before I knew it, I was half-naked, flat on my back on Billy Darley's couch. He was more ripped than I'd thought. My fingers danced along his abs, feeling each line with sensuality and delight. He seemed to enjoy some of my finer curves as well.
When our mouths weren't pressed together, I managed to speak- though I sounded rather out of breath, "Are you a 'love 'em and leave 'em'?" I asked, half-joking as the pleasure increased.
"Always," he replied, concentrating for a moment, but his lips came down and he bit my ear, "But with you, I'll make an exception," he said, flicking his tongue around my ear lobe. I shivered- and he liked the response elicited.
"I'm honored," I managed to stutter out before reaching the maximum point of pleasure.
Once we were both done, Billy didn't even bother to put his boxers back on as he walked back to the fridge with great coordination- despite the amount of beer he'd consumed, only to grab another. I laughed a little to myself. I collected my head and sat up, putting my panties back into place and re-clasping my bra. "Would you rather just do Heineken?" I teased.
He looked over at me. Again, with his serious B. Darley face, but I was pretty sure I amused him. "Keep running that mouth of yours… and I'll come right back over there and f*ck you."
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" I questioned, a thin brow raised. Billy was the best I'd had in a long time…maybe ever. This might not be such a bad arrangement.
"Go on…one more time." He leaned against the open fridge door and sipped his beer, looking at me very seriously. But how seriously could you take a naked man, illuminated by the fridge? Even if he did have the body of Jesus Christ.
"Nah…I'm done." I over dramatically reached for my shirt, "I know you and Captain Morgan need some time alone…"
He didn't respond. But I heard the fridge door close, a bottle slam onto the counter and footsteps. I turned around and squealed slightly, his massive frame coming to hover over me.
Billy made good on his threat.
Just as I'd planned it.