“Oh god!” She moaned, and I felt her fingers stay there, rubbing at her little clit. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I grasped her hips for leverage, my thumbs rubbing over that black lightning tattoo, massaging and spreading it as I began to fuck her. She was hot inside, very tight and oh-so-sweet, like driving into wet silk, and I rolled my hips, trying to hold out a little. The head of my cock felt the size of a football shoved inside her, rubbing into the soft niches of her flesh.
“Ahhhh yes,” I groaned, feeling her pussy squeeze my length. “You feel so fucking good!”
“You like that?” She rolled her hips in circles to match mine, squeezing her pussy and releasing, driving me batty. “Feel good all over that hard cock?”
“Fuck!” I tried to hold it, I tried, but her pussy clenched and clenched, milking me.
“I love you fucking me,” she moaned, slapping back against me, my balls brushing her hand where she was furiously rubbing her clit. “That’s it! Harder! Fuck that pussy hard, baby!”
Oh, bloody fucking hell. There was no holding out. I couldn’t possibly.
“Julie!” I cried out her name, reassuring myself, knowing it was Julie’s body writhing against me, Julie’s cunt squeezing me and on the verge of coming again too. “Oh fuck, Julie, you’re going to make me come!”
She moaned, reaching back to feel my cock plunging into her. “Come all over my arse!” she begged me. “I want to feel it!”
Oh damn. I was right there! I jerked myself quickly out of the wet warmth of her cunt, and the first blast hit the fingers she was using to bring herself off. She gasped in surprise, then moaned and began to shudder, her arse rolling with her orgasm. I knew she was coming too, because she told me.
“Oh yesss! Coming! Coming!” She shook with it. I watched her body roll and grabbed my spurting cock, aiming it last-minute at her arse, shooting thick, white streams over the hot splash of her tattoo, watching it drip down in clearish white streams, my cock jerking, my balls so tight, drawn up to empty their load completely, every spasm bringing a delicious shudder of pleasure.
The first thing I wanted to ask, once I could breathe and speak normally again, was if Julie had really been trying to tell me that she’d had a threesome involving her roommate. But I couldn’t get up the nerve. Instead, we took a long, hot shower, soaping each other up. It was sexy and sweet, but I was too hungry and too worried about what might be going on at home to think about having another go.
“What do you want for brekkie?” Julie stood on one foot in front of the open refrigerator when I came in wearing just my trousers and drying my hair with a towel.
“Food,” I replied, sitting at the table. “Hungry!’
“How about a fry-up?” Julie starting pulling things out of the refrigerator. “Eggs and sausages?”
“Sounds fantastic.” I glanced over at the phone, knowing I should call, but not wanting to. It was ten in the morning and my mum was going to be furious. I was surprised she hadn’t rung already, off her head. “Can I use your phone?”
Julie glanced over, smiling. “Got to call your mum?”
“If I don’t, I’m gonna be completely jaspered.” I didn’t tell her I was worried maybe Mum had seen or heard something she shouldn’t have. As comfortable as Julie seemed about knowing I’d slept with Dawn, I still just wasn’t all that used to the idea yet.
“Mum?”
“David? Oh good,” she said. I blinked at the phone. She didn’t sound mad at all. “Are you at Julie’s then?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Good again? What in the bloody hell was going on? “Just be home at a decent time tonight.”
“Yeah,” I repeated, knowing my voice sounded strange, rather strangled, but I couldn’t help it. I’d already stayed out all night long, and not only was she not pitching a fit, she wasn’t insisting I come home immediately to accept my punishment! Who was this woman, and what had she done with my mum?
“Bye, then!” With that, Mum hung up.
That was it? I stared at Julie, bewildered. The thing in my belly that had been there since Dawn and I had started up was churning.
“How did it go?” Julie was frying up eggs.
“Mum wasn’t upset.” I stared at the phone in my hand, still incredulous. “Said I should just get home at a decent hour tonight.”
“That’s rare, then?” She reached for the salt and pepper, and I couldn’t help notice how her t-shirt rode up, showing me the curve of her bottom.
“Rare as rocking horse shit,” I agreed. There was something wrong with this picture. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
”Well, then, we have all day.” She winked at me, stirring the sausages in another pan. “Joanna won’t be back until late tonight.”
I put the phone on the table and went over to her. “Maybe we should kick her out for the whole week,” I said, kissing her neck. She turned her head to let me, and I swear if she was a cat, she would have purred. “Just stay in bed.”
She laughed. I loved that laugh. “You’re going to get me sacked! Just because you don’t have a job…”
“I’m going to have to find one.” I sighed, burying my face in and breathing the scent of her clean hair. “Dad’s threatening to cut off my pocket money starting next week.”
“You’ll find one.” She flipped the eggs. “You’re resourceful.”
“That’s true.” I peered over her shoulder, sliding my hands around to cup her breasts and thumb her nipples. “I’m also hungry. Let’s eat!”
“Mmmm!” She shivered, pressing her bottom back against me. “Hold your horses, sexy. Everything in due time.”
Everything.
That’s what I wanted.
Everything.
And that’s just what I couldn’t have.
* * * *
“Mum?”
She was sitting on the sofa when I came in, flipping through the telly. I could count on one hand the times I’d seen my mum just sitting in front of the telly.
“Oh, there you are.” She smiled at me, but she seemed distracted. “Did you have fun at Julie’s?”
Fun? What I’d had at Julie’s couldn’t be called anything but, I suppose, but she said it like I was five and coming home from a play date at a friend’s house. She had to have known what we were doing.
“Uh…yeah.” It was a Sunday evening and I expected my dad to be the one on the sofa snoozing in front of the telly, Dawn to be up in her room playing music loud enough for my mum to tell her to turn it down while she read a book in the chair next to my dad… “Where is everyone?”
Mum shrugged. “Out.”
I decided not to press my luck and went upstairs, glancing at Dawn’s room at the end of the hall just out of habit as I opened my bedroom door. What I saw made me stop and stare.
Her door was open, but there was nothing in it. Nothing-her bed, her desk, her computer, her stereo, even the posters of Sting on the wall. It was all gone. I had to check for myself I wasn’t hallucinating, going past Mum and Dad’s closed bedroom door and pushing Dawn’s door fully open.
The carpet was blue, the walls covered with a shiny white wallpaper, like striped satin. The curtains were the blue roses my mum had picked to make the office “look pretty.” It looked like just any old room now that her stuff was out of it.
And just what was her stuff doing out of it?
I bounded down the stairs, and Mum turned her face to me as I stopped in front of her. “Mum? Where’s all Dawn’s stuff?”
She didn’t even blink. “Oh, she’s moved into Laurie’s flat.”
My heart sunk and I just knew…Mum had heard. Had heard, and had acted, quickly and cleanly, kicking Dawn out of the house. No wonder she hadn’t cared how long I stayed at Jules’!
“Is she there now?”
Mum shook her head, going back to the telly. “She’s at the health club, giving her notice.”
“Her…” Notice? She’s quitting her job?