*Charlie* was my friend’s boyfriend. Secretly I thought he was hot but I never told her. He was older. Shaggy, blonde hair. Short and thin. Charlie and I were friends and we had mutual friends outside of his girlfriend/my friend so it wasn’t uncommon for us to hang out at his place piled up in his room fighting over the comfy spots on his bed. Playing video games. Watching movies. Fairly typical stuff. I always felt this electric charge between us but I never brought it up and I made sure not to be alone with him. He wasn’t mine and she was my friend. Eventually they broke up and once that happened I decided it was time to fuck Charlie and see if there was any spark between us for real.
I made plans to hang out with Charlie. Maybe he had been feeling the raw lust between us too because that day I was the only one who went to his place. It started out normal. We sat on the floor, our backs leaned against his bed. I watched Charlie play a game and allowed myself to look at him. Really study him. The blonde stubble on his chin. The way the muscles in his hands flexed as he controlled his character. The anime tattoo on his bicep that peeked out from beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt when he moved. His blonde hair hanging down over his green eyes. For a while that continued. Me eyeing every part of him. His green eyes shifting from me to the screen. Until finally he sat the controller down and pulled me to his lap muttering “Fuck it.”
Our first kiss was anything but tender. It was hungry. Needy. Sinfully delicious. I had wanted to fuck him while he dated my friend and by the way he forced his tongue into my mouth I assumed he had felt the same way. I gripped his shoulders forcing him onto his back. He grunted and quickly flipped me over. His blonde hair hung over us as he held his head up to look at me. He smiled down at me running his hand along my jaw, down my neck and circling over my breast. I half-heartedly struggled beneath him to get back on top. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, lowering his body to grind on me. The friction was actually annoying me more. I had no desire to participate in foreplay. I had imagined Charlie on top of me many times and in those fantasies we fucked hard, fast and rough. I bucked my hips underneath him to which he bit my neck and put enough of his weight on me that my chest felt compressed. The need for a deeper breath mixed with the pent up desire for him made me ache. I could feel myself already seeping into my panties.
Our power struggle for top continued as we flipped each other over, pulling off clothes as we went. Our shirts peeled off first. He jerked my skinny jeans down to my ankles and yanked them off. I forced down both his jeans and underwear. He rapidly unhooked my bra then shoved me on my back. His mouth was on me. Kissing. Trailing down my body, stopping to suck my nipples, leaving bite marks down my stomach. I squirmed underneath him. He flicked his tongue over my navel. His hands beginning to roll down my panties. His fingers found my wetness and he looked up at me. Watching my reaction as he explored me, pushing in two fingers and rubbing inside of me. His eyes burned into mine. The smirk on his face. Cocky as hell. My fantasy of Charlie was living up to expectations and I wanted him so badly my entire body pulsed.
He slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them. “Goddamn,” he breathed. “I have to fuck you now. Like right now.” He climbed back up on top of me spreading my legs apart and lowering himself against me. With one hand he held himself above me while he used the other hand to guide the head of his dick into me. He slowly slid the length of his shaft into me. His eyes closed and he threw his head up. He swore under his breath and dug his fingers into the carpet above my shoulders. He moved in me, slowly, sliding nearly all the way out then pushing back in as deep as his length would allow. His eyes opened and he looked at me for a brief second before his mouth pressed against mine. We kissed as he moved. Slowly. In. Out. Then he broke the kiss, panting. His breath ragged. He pushed into me with all his might. Deep as he could. Then I felt his cum hit the inside of me, his cock pulsing, filling me. His eyes snapped to me and his face was a mixture of “Oh shit” and “Fuck yes”. He pulled out of me quickly, hovering over me.
His face was flushed and I honestly couldn’t tell the origin of it. He crashed softly onto the floor beside me and rolled onto his side to look at me. For a minute just the sounds of us breathing filled the room. “Um, are you on the pill?” he asked me.
I didn’t see the point in lying to him. “No.”
He took a second to think about that. “Shit.” he finally said. The electricity between us was fizzling out. I could feel the awkwardness setting in. I remained on my back my head turned to look at him. All of that tension and this was it? I was trying my best to hide my disappointment. We finally fucked and it was not anything like I had imagined. I kept still, not reaching for my clothes, hoping he would put his hands on me. Make me cum too. But he didn’t. He reached for his clothes first. Standing up to put his jeans back. He tugged his shirt over his head, fluffing his hair then sat down with his back against the bed. I took the hint and put my clothes back on, a mixture of aggravation and disappointment brewing. I could see we weren’t going to talk about how quickly that went. And I wasn’t mad at him. I understood that it was an unavoidable thing at times and in ways maybe it was a compliment. He had wanted me as bad as I wanted him. My instincts weren’t wrong about that. I had fucked Charlie. My curiosity was satisfied at least. But my body felt tense. Worked up. No release. That was irritating.
I didn’t sit back down beside him. Instead I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He had already picked his controller back up and stuffed a wad of dip down in his bottom lip. He glanced up. “You leaving?”
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head out.”
He nodded once. “Get home safe.”
I told him I would and then I let myself out. Walking down the steps, my phone already in my hand scrolling through my contacts. I landed on one and hit call. I wasn’t going home. Not just yet.