Alice laid it out pretty clearly for Johnny. She found him a pig. He was sex-obsessed, derogatory, and generally a waste of the human condition. The first date had been great, of course, which was why Alice had spent the night with him, but after that he had showed his true colors and she didn't care much for them. In summary, she was breaking with him.
Johnny took it pretty quietly, occasionally even laughing at her commentary. It was disquieting, but Alice reasoned that soon she wouldn't have to deal with him at all, so it was better to just get through.
After Alice finished her prepared speech, Johnny shrugged and said, "That's fine, but I'm taking your orgasms with me."
Alice blinked, then blinked again. Had she heard him correctly? The café was pretty quiet and none of the words were slurred or soft, but surely she couldn't have heard him correctly.
"What?" Alice said, at a loss of what else to say.
"Your orgasms," Johnny smiled. "I'm taking them with me. If you want them back, call me up, but..."
"You're sick," Alice cut him off. "You're still sex-obsessed." She stood, fury racing through her veins. "You're such a child. And news flash, Johnny, those weren't that great from you in the first place." Johnny shrugged again. Alice resisted the urge to hurl further insults down at him. She had done what she came to do and getting riled up would only serve to give him some sort of perverse satisfaction.
Alice turned on her heels and left. If she had her way, she would never see Johnny again.
Alice was a Junior at the community college in town. While homework was easy most of the time, she had a rather hefty paper to do that evening. It was good distraction from the anger that Johnny had set off inside her. She tried to focus in on the paper, but Johnny's arrogant taunt still flashed through her mind.
Who did he think he was? He wasn't the only guy she had ever slept with and she had had plenty of orgasms before him. If she was being very honest with herself, Johnny's had been pretty good, but the idea that he was the only one who could get her off was a part of his sick fantasy.
Alice thought that the best orgasm she had ever had was probably from her first boyfriend in college, Troy. He had done her right. Of course, Troy had met another girl a few months later and dumped Alice, which sucked. At the very least, Troy hadn't pretended it was anything else. He had told her truthfully.
Alice thought about one particular night, when Troy had been particularly bothered. Alice was essentially hanging on for dear life. She liked it and it was probably the best she had ever had. Not some one-night-stand-turned-bad-relationship like Johnny.
Alice realized she hadn't written anything on the paper for about ten minutes. She sighed. All the thinking about Troy—and not Johnny's macho taunts—had gotten her pretty hot. Alice poked her head into the living room of the two bedroom apartment to make sure her roommate hadn't come home unexpectantly. She was still alone. Alice closed her door and fished her vibrator out of her underwear drawer.
Alice laid on the bed and turned it on. Normally, she liked to ease into these sessions, but Alice found that she was already primed and ready to go. While it felt good, Alice couldn't seem to get where she needed to go. Maybe she was still too angry at Johnny? She turned the vibrator up to its highest setting and stripped off her shorts and panties. She went to work, but got no closer. She was dripping wet, actually physically aching for it, but... nothing.
Alice heard the door open to the apartment and shut off the vibrator, which was making more noise than Alice was comfortable with her roommate hearing. Frustrated, she pulled on her panties and shorts and tried to get back to her paper. It was slow-going.
That night, Alice stayed up late with her vibrator. She even resorted to porn, although she normally detested it on moral grounds. In the middle of the night, she collapsed. She was exhausted, but still incredibly horny and no closer to orgasm.
In the morning, Alice realized that she had let Johnny get inside her head. Part of her had believed his psychotic boast and was holding her body back. She really just needed to forget him. And perhaps the best way to do that was with someone else.
There was a guy in her psychology class that liked her a lot. She found him just alright, but Alice had a problem. Her horniness had improved none through the night. She needed to get off and bad. While generally, she thought of girls that hooked up with random guys as sluts, Alice reasoned that most of them were probably not as incredibly horny as she was that day.
She called up the guy, Chris, and asked if he wanted to grab some food. He was excited and suggested Friday, two days away. Alice countered, "Actually, are you free tonight?" He was.
Alice was good all day, not touching herself despite her constantly dripping pussy. She wanted it, but she reasoned with herself that she was going to get some that night. Guys might have to go into a date not knowing if they were going to get laid or not, but generally girls didn't have that uncertainty. If they wanted it, they could get it. And Alice wanted it badly.
Chris met Alice at the restaurant, dressed nicely. Apparently, he had not yet caught on that he was a booty call. Alice raced through dinner, playing through conversations as much as she could. All the while, she plotted in her mind the fastest route back to her place so they could bang.
"What about desert?" Chris smiled across at her.
Inside her mind, Alice screamed, NO! Calmly, she said, "How about we do desert at my place? I'm sure I can get you something you like." It was a line from a cheap porno, but it quickly replaced Chris' smile with a look of surprise and anticipation.
It was ten minutes later that they were walking into Alice's apartment. Chris tried to continue as the gentleman, complimenting the place and trying to maintain conversation. Alice put an end to the conversation quickly by interrupting his words with a long, intense kiss. As she kissed, she began to unbutton her blouse.
Chris, perhaps finally realizing what Alice had called him for, followed her to the bedroom. Her pants disappeared quickly. Chris tried to undo his belt, but he was taking too long. Alice reached out and quickly—perhaps forcefully—unbuckled it. She fell back onto the bed, stripping off her bra as soon as she landed. Chris was still wearing his shirt when he came down to her and entered.
Alice gasped in pleasure, his dick sliding into her soaked pussy easily. He went slow, despite his hips urging a fast pace. Alice planted his hands on her boobs, urging him to squeeze. Chris' eyes were large, almost frightened. Alice realized that sexually aggressive was not exactly the description for most girls—or for her on most days, to be honest.
He was moving too slow for her. Alice flipped him on his back and remounted him, driving his dick into her fast and hard. The springs in her mattress screamed out as she rode him, announcing to everyone on the floor below that someone was getting fucked hard. As far as Alice could see, that person was Chris. He laid back and allowed her to work on him.
To his credit, Chris lasted a long time. It was perhaps fifteen minutes before he began grunting in desperation. He arched his back and shuddered and Alice felt him cum. She continued riding, hoping and praying that in the last few seconds of her erection something would happen for her. It didn't.
Chris was respectable in every way, but for some reason Alice couldn't even get close to her own orgasm.
She collapsed on the bed, drenched in sweat and her pussy aching in need.
Chris knew he was the booty call now. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked over at her. "Do you want me to stay?" Alice closed her eyes and shook her head. Chris got dressed and left, which Alice was grateful for.
