Kali sighs a little. Her shoulders slump and her head lowers
with them. “I’m not using you,” she says.
“Good,” I say. “Because I’m not using you either.”
“I’ve always liked you. And if you’d like to talk about that
someday, we can. But…” She looks at me. Places her hands on the sides of my
face. Blinks twice. “Not tonight, OK? Can we just not think too hard about it?”
It, meaning the sex. Or maybe the funeral. I’m not sure.
I decide to say nothing in response. I’m drunk, I’m sad, I’m
horny, and I’ve got Kali Anderson sitting in my lap.
And we’re naked.
“Come here,” I say, placing my hands on her head. “I want to
kiss you for a while.”
She smiles into the kiss that comes next. It’s a nice kiss.
A slow kiss. One where our mouths fit together perfectly, and move just the
right way, and there’s nothing awkward or distracting about it. It’s just nice.
After a little bit of that I find myself thinking too hard
again.
Maybe slow and careful is a bad thing? Maybe what we really
need tonight is something hard, and angry, and quick?
She reaches down between her legs and begins playing with
herself again. Rubbing her pussy with the flat tips of her fingers as she
stares into my eyes.
Yeah. Slow and careful is for another night.
I reach down and take my cock in my hand. Pulling and tugging
on it. I’m already fully erect but there’s something intimate about
masturbating in front of someone. And doing it together is even hotter.
Her other hand rests on my shoulder and a chill rises up my
spine.
This girl. This pretty thing I’ve known almost my whole
life. She is the dream girl. She is the one I’ve always wanted. She might even
be the one I’ve always loved.
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