Tune up #1
Mark:
"why wait for her?" Roger asked from the doorway of our loft. "it's not like she's coming back". He was talking about Maureen of course.
I sighed "I know, but I still wish…"
A harsh tone interppted me "you know she's cheating." I nodded "then why bother"
"Because I still love her"
Roger sighed and flopped down on the couch next to me. His leg rubbed against mine causing a heat to build inside me that seemed to come from the slighest contact these days. Ever since we'd met Collins' boy.
He seemed to feel the same passion to. it was odd to see an emotion in him other then grief or anger these days, Aprils death was only three months past.
He leant across and kissed me. I knew this meant nothing to him. I was just a way he thought he could get over April. I was only a toy. But I liked him to much to care about any of that.
Roger brought our lips together, sliding one hand up to gently cup my face while the other explored my body. He pressed me down into the couch as he deepened the kiss. I felt both my body and mind surrender to him. My hand gripped at the waistband of his jeans, pulling him as close to me as possible.
His eyes gazed lustily into mine and I felt his hand slide under my jeans to grip me tightly. I moaned and kissed his neck, whispering "I want…"
I couldn't finish the sentence, but he knew what I meant. "Are you sure" he asked his eyes suddenly serious. I nodded. "What about protection… I don't want too…" infect you.
We let the words hand there unspoken for a second. Neither of us liked the harshness of them. For a few moments they circled my head. Until Roger shifted his position and my lust returned. I stood and went off to my room. Maureen had insisted that we had a draw full of condoms in case we were ever stuck in the loft with no way out. The event had never happened of course, we had often found a reason to dip into our supply. Now though the draw was dusty and untouched, Maureen and I barely had a reason to open it.
Hastily I grabbed on off the top of the pile and returned to Roger, who was waiting eagerly for me. He slipped it on and turned me onto my stomach. His lips pressed into my skin as he pushed himself inside me. I moaned as the pleasure built up inside me. I wanted this feeling to stay with us forever. I wanted to always be the only thing on Rogers mind.
Unfortunately it came to an end, and the two of us lay next to each other, me panting a little more then Roger. I rolled over to face him and could see the tears in his eyes. "Do you think this is what it feels like?" he whispered "to die?"