I finally fell asleep, and it was horrible. What I thought would make me feel at peace, made me feel like shit the next morning. But the dream I had felt all too real. It felt great. Because it took me back. I hate that fucking feeling of being what normal people would call 'Happy'.
Gallagher finally made it to my house around 10 at night. And honestly, I have no fucking idea why, but I felt like a little fucking girl answering the door.
"get your ass n here before somebody sees your ass" I said, rushing firecrotch into my door. He went straight to the couch and I locked the doors and made sure all of the shades were pulled on the windows. No one could know he was here. Mandy wasn't here tonight. She was staying over at the Gallagher house with her boyfriend-fuckbuddy, Firecrotch's brother, Lip. She has been staying there pretty often. And with Terry and my brothers gone for the weekend, I felt my guard falling piece by piece. Other than for that reason, I would have never invited Gallagher to stay the night at my house. After all the doors were locked and shades were pulled, I went to the bathroom and took a piss. I came back out, and Gallagher was sitting on my couch, looking comfortable as hell. What the hell did he think he was doing? And by that time, we made that weird sexual eye contact and I just walked back to my bedroom. Without turning around, I hear the door shut. Next thing I know, Firecrotch had already came behind me, his hands gathering under my shirt, his fingertips slightly touching my back. I turned around fast, and in one swift move, Gallagher and I both had our shirts off. In a rush, we both were tugging at eachother's belts, ripping our pants off. I was only in my boxers when I felt his cold hand slip over the waistband. The cold touch sent shivers through my body. But I held my composure. I couldn't let him see I was enjoying this far too much. Next thing I feel, his hands grip tight on my cock. A tight firm grip. I let out a small gasp, hoping he didn't hear it. But that shit eating grin on his face let me know he heard it. I hate that grin. No I don't. Because that grin turned my semi into a raging boner now. Frantically, I tore his boxers off, and then mine. I turned around to get a condom and lube from my bedside dresser and handed it to him. I didn't particularly like using condoms, but I sure didn't like the feeling of cum seeping down my thigh, either. You win some, you lose some.
I heard the ripping of the condom pack and a quick pause. Then I hear the lube. My body shook in anticipation. He bent me over the side of my bed, and before I knew it, I felt his finger slide into me, and then another. He sissored his fingers, and slightly bent them, stretching me open, getting me ready for the inevitable. With my fist in my mouth, I felt one of his hands pull me closer to him, pulling me off the bed. What the fuck was he doing? Oh hell, I didn't care. I let my body move where ever he put it. His other hand was pulling my hair, which pulled my head up. I felt his tounge across my color bone. Fuck that felt amazing. I screwed my eyes shut, and bit my bottom lip. With my color bone now between his teeth, I could feel his breath on my neck. He bit down and pain shot through me. An amazing pain. A pain I had never felt. I pushed my head back down, and grabbed my hips with both hands, and his nails in my skin. He held on tight. That's how I like it. I bucked my hips into his groin, my body begging him to fuck me. That's when very angrily, he thrust into me. "Fuck, Gallagher…" I hissed at him. With one hand now in my mouth, I reached behind me and one of his hands grabbed my wrist,. He twisted my arm and held it to my back. Damn, this is hot. He thrust harder and harder, bringing me to edge. But I didn't want to come yet. But I had no control. That was fine with me.
I could feel his chest on my back, and his teeth on my ear. He quit thrusting, and I bucked my hips, beging him with my body, to not stop. "Be still" he demanded. "fuck off" I screamed. And with that, he pounded me into the mattress. I was so close to coming when I felt his fingers dig further into my hips. I just knew he broke skin, as I could feel myself bruising already. There was something different about this fuck session. And I could put my finger on it. It just felt.. different.
With each thrust he gave, I returned back, feeling him hit that sweet spot. That spot that put me over the edge. There was no going back now. I grabbed his hand, and forced him to stroke me. Just a few thrusts later, I was like putty in his hands. My body trembling, and not holding back. As I was coming, I let out a scream. "Shit, Gallagher…Fuck". This was one of the most powerful orgasms I have had since the threatened me with my own tire iron. It felt amazing. A short while later, His thrusts became stronger and meaner, and all at once, more seductive. "fucking stay still" he said again, twisting my arm tighter. His grip let loose on my hips, and with a deep manly, sexy grunt, he came.
Still inside me of, I felt him collapse on top of me, and me onto the bed. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and his body shaking over me. I couldn't stop smiling. I would blame that on the amazing orgasm I just had though. Nothing else.
I didn't want to move. I didn't want him to move either.
Later that night, and a few orgasms later, we got dressed, and made our way out of the bedroom. I was fucking hungry as hell, so I popped some chicken nuggets in the oven and tossed Gallagher a beer.
What felt like an awkward few minutes, The oven went off, and I told firecrotch to pop in a movie.
"Segull or Van Damme"? Gallagher asked.
"Segull of course" I said in a smart-ass tone.
We started talking about how bad ass each were, and I brought in a tray of nuggets I just pulled from the oven. We sat on the couch, and I drank my beer, and he handed me the joint he was smoking. I could feel the air getting thicker again. But I was just going to roll with it. Whatever was going to happen, I was just going to let it. I decided I needed to let my guard down just a little. Not too much though, because I never let anyone cross it. And I sure as hell wasn't going to let firecrotch cross it. Or so I thought.
We sat there, drinking our beers, and casually, without him hopefully noticing, I looked over at him, soaking him in. It felt nice. But he did. He noticed I was watching him, because he got that shit eating grin across his face, looking back at me. We just kind of laughed it off and watched our movie.
That is when I woke up.. When I realized I was dreaming. "FFFFUUCCK"!