She dropped him while I stood by and watched, waited. I wanted him, all of him. He ignored me for the most part those few years they were together. There was a group of us that floated around him, I just happened to room with his best friend, Carrie. She'd drifted away from our group since then, moved to another town. I became less familiar because of it, more of a constant background character as they lived their lives around me. I waited for him.
She left him in my bedroom. It was his birthday party, somehow they ended up in my room, maybe he proposed to her...I never found out exactly. But she left the next morning, off to a new job and new city. I couldn't talk to him, Carrie consoled him in our living room, I just sat by and listened.
I tried to talk to him as much as I could those next few months. We didn't talk about anything that mattered at first, but eventually he gave in, and we became friends. We talked about his ex-girlfriend mostly, sometimes we went out. Usually, a group of us would go out.
He wanted me to grow my hair long when it was short. He hadn't said it outright, just a general statement about what he desired in a female. I grew it down to my back while he dated other girls that year. I grew my hair long for him. He paid more attention when I lightened my hair, he liked it more blond than red. He came over for no reason sometimes. But we were out at a bar when our relationship really began--he wasn't drunk yet, he left the guys to come over and sit with me and talk:
"What you doing over here, Charlotte?" Lauren had already abandoned me to flirt with her sometimes boyfriend, Matty.
"Waiting for you come talk to me, Timmy." He smiled, he wasn't easy.
"I want to drink so much tonight that I won't be able to make out my feet from the floor." I'd only seen him that drunk a couple times.
"I wish you wouldn't." I had a tough time figuring him out. He was leaning on my table, just staring at me. He reached up and played with a strand of my hair in his fingers.
"I like your hair long, Lotte." My face flushed.
"Thanks, Timmy. Sit down and have a drink with me." He sat and waived over a waitress we knew, ordered me something fruity. He was sweet, he never was mean even when he did ignore me. But I was nervous when I was with him and he wasn't nervous around me at all. We had a few drinks and he said he had to go play pool in the back room. I found Lauren and we talked for the next hour, mostly about her and Matty though.
Tim reappeared with the other guys we usually went out with. He was drunk but not sloppy yet, they asked us if we wanted to do shots with them. Lauren said she'd only do one or two, I didn't want to, but agreed anyway.
"Come here, Charlotte." Tim handed me a shot, I put my purse down and picked up a lime. We did two in a row, he was asking the bartender for a third.
"Tim, I don't want to drink anymore, I feel silly." He studied me, said 'Okay' then did two more himself.
"Timmy, I don't want you to get sick. Please, slow down." He didn't do the third.
"What you wanna do then, Lotte?" I was nervous, he was paying more attention to me than usual.
"We can go for a walk, it's nice out tonight." He said he would, I picked up my purse and walked back to the table with the rest of our friends. He told them we were gonna go; the guys smiled, Matty winked at him. I felt a little embarrassed by it. He grabbed my arm and guided me outside. I felt a little thrill at the way he held me. We went down to the river walk.
"You done drinking, Lotte?"
"Yes."
"Okay, me too." He stood over me, almost a foot taller. I was two years younger, but we were in our twenties, so age didn't really matter. He was going to kiss me, I could feel it, I was so excited. We'd gotten to this point a number of times before, but he'd usually hug me or just back off and smile. I really wanted him to just kiss me already.
"I miss Carrie, I wonder what she does now on Saturday nights? I'm glad you didn't disappear with her." I didn't say anything. He stroked my cheek and finally kissed me sweet on the lips. I kissed him back with all my pent up desire, he put his tongue in my mouth. I pretty much melted with his arms around my waist. We made out for a good twenty minutes, my arms around his neck grew tired while he pressed me to him.
"Charlotte, wanna go home with me?" We were both borderline sloppy, but I didn't think we were too drunk for the sex to not be meaningful. He called a cab, held my hand all the way back to his house. He stopped and looked at me when we walked into his house.
"Lotte, I want to sleep with you, but I can't promise it'll turn into anything more." I didn't care, it was exactly what I wanted, all of him.
"I know, Tim." He kissed me needy, tore at my clothes; it was so exhilarating that I could care less that he was ruining my new blouse. It seemed like forever since I'd slept with a guy. Now I was with the guy I'd wanted for so long, naked on his living room floor. He didn't even stop to turn the lights on. He took me on the rug, humped me, bit my breast. We were like two animals. I knew I'd have some yucky carpet burns and bruises after, but I was so charged, he felt so good on top of me that I didn't give it a second thought.
I was moaning, loud, I'd never been a moaner. But his penis reached something new, drew all the tension out of me. I knew he was going to cum in me without protection. I was nervous but never intended to stop him. I hoped that I hadn't missed any pills in the last few weeks. My breasts were crushed against his chest as he fucked me furiously, he sucked on my neck, tongue, held my hair in his hand. He was heat, my head and pussy both throbbed. He drove himself into me, I felt his scrotum against my ass, he came hard, exploded in me. I pulled him down to kiss, he wasn't present. I wiggled around while he lay on me, seemingly spent, I hadn't come yet.
"Let's go up to my room, Lotte." He kissed my cheek, stood up, helped me up on my wobbly legs. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck, massaged my ass in his hands. I felt his semen on my inner thigh, it had begun to run out of me and down my leg. He took my hand and lead me upstairs to his bed. He picked a shirt up off his floor and wiped the semen from my leg and puss.
"Get on your hands and knees, Lotte." I thought he'd just do me doggie, I got up and presented my ass to him. He spread my ass and pussy, I shivered when I felt his breath against my naked lips. They were small, shaved, had to be pulled apart to see pink. His tongue worked his way into my used opening, flickered around my clit.
Then he did something I'd never experienced before, he ran his tongue up my perineum and into my crack. It was so taboo, I would have never expected a guy to do that to me. It felt so dirty and exciting when he flickered his tongue over my little pucker.
My breathing got heavier as he kissed my ass cheeks and ran his wet tongue down my sweaty crack and anus. I didn't want him to stop, he began rubbing my lips and clit with his fingers while he ate my ass. I wondered what it tasted like, probably bitter, salty, some pussy from when we were fucking. I saw it coming from a mile away. He rubbed my clit harder when he first felt me start to convulse, dug his tongue a good inch into my asshole, swirled it around in there. I came so hard, fucking just about blacked out, my chin fell to the bed, ass still in his face.
"That was amazing, Tim." My legs were still shaking as he got up to mount me from behind. He pushed himself into me and began to gently fuck me as I recovered from my orgasm, his pelvis hitting my ass cheeks, the bed knocking against the wall.
"Your pussy is tight, Lotte, I won't last very long." He began driving himself into me harder, reached around with his chest against my back to grope my tits. He squeezed my nipples a little too hard, I squeaked when he was too rough. He rutted into me at a fairly constant pace, I came when he moved a hand down to rub my clit into me.
I was a mess, he pulled me to the edge of the bed so he could stand and fuck me. I felt him wrap my hair around his hand, he drove into me even harder, deeper than he'd gotten on the living room rug in missionary. I wasn't exactly comfortable with his hold on my hair, but I liked when he drew me to him for kisses. He spanked me with his other hand a few times, harder than I would have liked, but I was so turned on by his constant penetration that I could only think of coming again.
"Your ass is so sexy, Lotte." He didn't warn me, just wiggled a wet digit into my anus with his free hand. It was uncomfortable at first, but he didn't go very deep, maybe two inches in. I did enjoy the fullness of it though, his dick filling my vagina and finger rubbing around the inside of my asshole.
