Two weeks later, I packed up my few belongings and instead of heading west to California, I headed north to St. Louis. My parents were actually pretty cool about the whole change in plans…or rather they were cooler than I thought they would be. I managed to find an apartment near Trish’s home, and a job bartending a few nights a week. On my first day off, Trish stopped by with a bushy ivy plant in her hand.
“A house warming present,” she said when I opened the door. She placed the plant into my hands and waited with a smile. “I can’t stay very long, Mom and the nurse are playing a few rounds of War, but they told me to take a little break and get some fresh air. Mom’s having a good day today.”
“Come in,” I set the plant in the window next to the door, the only place besided the floor to set it down. I only had a futon and a small dining table that was piled with clothes and papers and junk, and a TV. I still hadn’t had time to go shopping for household items
“The next time I get a few minutes, I’ll help you unpack.” She leaned up to give me a kiss.
“Don’t you dare! You work too hard as it is,” I gave her a kiss and motioned her over to the futon. “have a seat, Buddy.” We sat together like two shy teenagers. She looked around.
“This is a nice place,” she said finally. We started to laugh, thankful the uncomfortable silence had been broken finally. “It really is.”
“Thanks.”
I started at her, memorizing the shape of her face, the curve of her lips, the darkness of her eyes. It had been awhile since we had seen each other last. She was so busy taking care of her mother she hadn’t had a moment to spare and I didn’t want to intrude on her last days with her mom.
“I should head back,” she said finally. She stood and I followed her to the door, but when I bent my head to kiss her, I couldn’t stop myself; my hands tangled themselves in her thick, soft hair and I pulled her body to me savoring her warmth. Her spicy perfume, the closeness of her body, the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra were arousing me. I let my tounge slide into her mouth, and I pulled her tightly to me.
“Sean,” she sighed. “I miss you.”
“Just stay for a few minutes more,” I walked her back to the futon and we sat down, pulling off our clothes as fast as we could. When we were completely naked I took the time to stroke her body and taste the saltiness of her skin. I let my hands wander over her softly rounded tummy to the soft black curls that formed a triangle at the junction between her legs. I buried my fingers in her warm damp pussy and she cried out in pleasure. I took my time bringing her to orgasm, and when she finally came she lay limply on the bed smiling at me. I nipped playfully at the nipple that was closest to me and sucked it into my mouth while a moan started low in her throat as she wiggled against my lips. I gave the other nipple a gentle tug with my fingers, and her body jerked.
“I want you inside of me,” Trish said sweetly. She pulled me over her and helped guide me into her body. As my cock sank into her warm hole we both sighed happily. It had been far too long since we had last been together, but it felt so right…then so wrong!
“Wait!” I pulled out quickly. “I don’t have any condoms!”
“Come back here!” She screeched. “Please, I need you right now.” She raised her body up onto her elbow.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I said with a shake of my head. “What if you get pregnant?”
