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My phone buzzed a few hours and chapters later; Colby was up from her nap, and shot me a text asking if I’d like to grab dinner with her. “Just us?”
“I’d like that.” I showered and put on a fresh set of clothes, just in case. As I walked to Colby’s my mind drifted to what, if anything, was up with Colby that would make whatever was happening between us a problem. I didn’t get too lost in my head before she popped out the building’s main door, trying to hide a smile when she saw me.
We walked past markets and restaurants, window-shopping for a place to settle. After passing a park, we opted for ready-made sandwiches and a bottle of wine to share underneath the trees. Everything felt… weirdly platonic until the sun set. I half-expected Colby to let me down easy and stop whatever might have happened in its tracks.
I sat with my back against a tree trunk to relax and watch the stars come out. I reached out for the wine bottle Colby held, but I wasn’t upset when she took my hand instead of handing me the bottle. I tugged her hand down gently, and adjusted to let her sit between my legs, her back into my chest. She sighed softly and let herself sink into me. I kissed her ear lightly, but she turned away. The mixed messages were starting to give me whiplash; I turned her chin until she met my gaze, I thought I saw fear in her eyes tonight. Something shifted in my head… “It’s okay to tell me, whatever it is, really.” Colby’s breath shuddered as she raised the bottle to her lips, she swallowed hard. I stroked the back of her hand to try to calm her nerves. She exhaled slowly; whatever this was seemed to be difficult for her to talk about. My arms wound around her waist in an attempt at reassurance, I nudged her neck with my nose. “I got you.”
“I… lost someone.” Her voice shook more with every sentence; Colby’s best friend died in a car accident last year, and her response to the numbness was searching for feeling in drugs and meaningless sex, often trading one for the other. Her story sucked the heat from her and she shivered like a leaf. Colby curled into me and pressed her face into my neck, the stray tears that’d trickled down her cheeks felt cold against my skin. I kissed her forehead and held her tight. Our first kiss had caught her by surprise; less the action itself than the fact that she felt something different. The part of her that wanted to let me eat her up and spit her out was louder than the part that wanted to chase whatever that fleeting feeling was; now they both made her afraid. Colby lifted her head from my neck, and her sharp intake of breath made her lips icy when they met mine. I kept the kiss delicate, like the wrong move would shatter her.
“Tell me what you feel.” She closed her eyes, a moment passes, she sighs softly.
“Electricity, but… not the kind that fizzles out in an hour.” She tugs on my shirt collar and kisses me again, searching for a better description. “Value, care…” this time her tongue slips around mine, like it had been hiding the word she was looking for. “Safety.”
Colby held all the cards after that night; I knew I had to be her passenger and let her drive for a while. I memorized the sound she’d make whenever I touched her hand or the small of her back and kept it on loop in my head. Her mental battle between overindulgent destruction and allowing herself luxuries kept her in limbo; I could tell she was hungry for a replay of her couch in her sundress, but she was too intrigued by the other things I made her feel to relapse back to what was easy. I’d thought about fucking her senseless, fingers knit through her fiery hair, coming all over her ass during my dates with my hand in the earlier days, but now I got off on imagining what her orgasm face looked like, wanting to feel her letting go underneath me, because of me, for me… Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if or when we’d have an opportunity to do much more than hold hands or kiss goodbye, but if she wanted more, she’d find a way.
It seemed like someone’s host family was out of town for the weekend on a rotating schedule, so we took advantage whenever the opportunity presented itself. This house had more spare rooms and sleeping situations than the usual. Colby claimed a cot in the dining room early in the evening, in case she drank past the last train’s departure. The night raged on, devolved, and ended with most of the party’s guests departing for the evening. I asked Colby if she wanted to catch the last train with me, she countered with an invitation to share the cot for the night… how could I say no?
When the hostess shut her bedroom door, the only lights in the house were the ones flickering across the city through a floor-to-ceiling window. Like a firefly, Colby walked in a trance up toward the window until she stared out at the expanse with her cheek resting against the cold glass. She looked so peaceful, I could have left her there until I had that picture tattooed on my brain. My feet carried me across the carpet toward her, she reached out for me, the static jumped between our fingers before I laced mine between hers, and pulled her hips into mine. Her breath caught, my free hand slipped between her sweater and her skin. Colby froze at first, the decision to relinquish came a moment later. She leaned into the window, pressed her ass against the zipper of my jeans, and slid our intertwined hands between her legs. I bit her neck as her breath hastened, she was warm all over, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
We fumbled back to the cot, leaving a trail of clothing behind us. I landed on the edge first, Colby climbed into my lap the same way she did before, minus fabric. Her soaked panties made the blood drain from my brain so fast, I got dizzy. She kissed me hard, I plunged my tongue down her throat. Her hand found the bulge between my legs about the same time I unhooked her bra. Everything about her was carnal and urgent; slowing her down was a losing battle. The bra fell to the floor when Colby’s back hit the cot. I pinned her down with my legs on hers, one hand on her shoulder, the other around her wrist above her head.
“Ken-“ I felt her fingertips slide underneath the elastic on my boxers, and shook my head. She whined.
“Colby…” I kissed up her collarbone to her ear. Her breath felt hot on the side of my face. I couldn’t help but smirk when I saw the desperation swirling in her eyes.
“Please-“ she tugged on the elastic; I grabbed her hand and put it above her head. “I need you right now-“ I knew she wanted me to fuck her, I knew she’d let me, the condom in the pocket of my discarded pants all but sounded a siren. The outdated image of her ass bouncing on my dick flashed through my brain when I closed my eyes, but… I rolled onto my side dragging my fingertips from her shoulder, down her stomach, over the only fabric left censoring her.
“Trust me?” She nodded. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. I did it with her, blowing cold air up and down her neck, raising goose bumps along her collarbone. I could feel her reacting to my touch in the pads of my fingers; it’s been a while since someone paid attention to her like this, I wanted to unlock and expand those memories for her. I kissed her neck and slid my hand into her underwear, lightly circling her clit, watching her chest rise and fall. Her soft moans told me I was onto something. I pressed harder, widening my circles, until her wetness let me slip inside. Colby gasped and rocked her hips to try to make me go deeper, it was hard not to, but I resisted.
“Oh god, please stop teasing me.”
“Tell me how you feel.”
“Like I want to feel you in the pit of my stomach.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, and slipped my finger into her a little deeper. “More, c’mon… please?”
“Nah… I don’t think you’re ready for that. I want you to give in more first.” I bit her neck lightly and moved my head between her legs, tucking my fingers under the elastic, gently lifting her hips to slide her underwear down her thighs, over her knees, and off, kissing her legs down to the tops of her feet. I returned to the warmth between her legs, and slurped her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Colby moaned; “Shhh-“ she shuddered and covered her mouth when I hummed over her. She tasted sweet, sounded even sweeter as I kept going. I rubbed the inside of her thigh, my fingertips inching closer to her slit with each stroke. Her back arched when I slid two fingers inside as slow as I could, all the way in. She reacted to every touch, feeling her pulsing on my fingers made me desperate to fuck her. I fingered her harder and faster, my tongue circled her clit, I knew she was close; stopping now for my sake would be rude. “Come for me.” She started to collapse on my fingers, I craned my neck to watch her as she went over the edge. “Come for me, Colby, let go…” Colby panted and bit her lip, my fingers almost couldn’t move inside her when she climaxed. The lip bite was too hot for words; how she looked and how she felt was better than anything I’d made up in my head.
I tucked myself under the sheets of the cot next to Colby. She rested her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat while it slowed from anticipation and desire back to a normal rhythm. The night swallowed the lights in the window as I drifted off with her, the last thing I could remember before falling asleep could have been a mind trick, but I thought I heard Colby whisper…
“Thank you.”
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