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“I’m about to explode,” she moans, grinding harder and faster.
“Cum for me,” I say. “Give me all you’ve got.”
I start to pound back from underneath her, pressing my shaft deeper into her walls. She's moaning uncontrollably louder and digging her nails into my skin, almost breaking it. Before her, I've never been a fan of being scratched but this feels almost as good as the sex. So, I take it.
“Oh, fuck!” she shouts. “I’m cumming!”
I'm cumming too. I'm late to announce it, but I'm so wrapped up in how good she feels on top of me, it doesn't even cross my mind. All I know is that I want more of her, as much as I can take before I go limp and have to take a nap before getting myself up again.
We release at the same time. It's magical. I'm panting and trying to catch my breath while Felicia lies limp on top of me. She's light; easy to hold. Everything about her is so sexy, I wouldn’t care if she wasn’t. As long as she’s on top of me.
“I don’t know what you do to me,” she says. “But I like it.”
“Oh yeah?” I chuckle. “We haven’t even made it to look around the house.”
“We have plenty of time for that, don’t we?”
She sounds comfortable. A little too comfortable. I'm wondering if she’s starting to catch feelings or thinking this will turn into a real relationship. Not that I'm opposed to that, it’s just too soon for either of us to be thinking long term.
“Are we still on the same page here?” I ask, not wanting to sound rude.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“I mean, with keeping things between us private. I know the timing is bad, I just want to make sure you know we can’t tell your dad about this.”
She rises up and looks at me, trying to read my mind it seems. There's nothing to read. I've already said everything I wanted to say. I'm just hoping she’s in full agreement and understands how much my friendship with her father means to me.
“Why are you sleeping with me if you're so worried about what my father will say?” she asks, getting off me to get herself dressed again. “I mean, don’t you think it's a bit rude of you to ask me that right after you just finished having sex with me?”
Her words are so harsh, the erection I wanted to regrow goes completely limp with no chances of standing up again. I didn’t mean to make her feel used, I just don’t want any confrontation with her father.
“Felicia,” I sigh and start to get redressed myself. “It’s not like that.”
“Really? Then what’s it like?” she gripes. “I’m good enough to sleep with but not good enough to tell anyone about? Typical, just like any other man I've ever met. I should have known better than to ever let myself get involved with you this way.”
She's fully dressed and waiting for me to get completely dressed too. Her arms are folded across her chest and one of her feet is tapping lightly against the floor beneath her. I don’t know what to say to make things okay again. I don’t even know why I asked the question in the first place.
“I’d like to go back to the city,” she says. “I don’t think it’s right for me to stay here this weekend.”
“What?” I frown. “Felicia, we just got here. If we go back now, your dad might suspect something for sure.”
“Oh well,” she says sternly. “I don’t want to stay here. So, either you can drive me back, or I'll find my own way.”
It's funny how something so small can turn a woman into a she-devil. It may not be small to her; I have to remember that. But how did we go from being on the same page to not being in the same book at all?
“Can we talk about this?” I ask, trying to smooth things over before she forces me to take her back to Manhattan.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she scoffs. “You’ve already said enough. Now, please, take me back. If not, I'll get the train.”
I know I should just oblige and take her back, but I don’t want to end things on bad terms like this. I'm fearful that she’ll tell Jeppie all about us out of sheer anger, and I can’t risk that. I want a clean slate before either of us makes our next move.
“We need to settle this before I take you back,” I say. “I don’t want us to end things like this. I don’t want us to end things at all, but if you insist, I want to make sure we’re okay before we do.”
“No, you want to make sure I'm going to keep my mouth shut,” she smirks. “You know what, it’s fine. I'll get myself home. Don't even bother.
She storms out without even looking back. I call out to her, wanting to go after her, but I don’t want to cause any more damage than I've already done. Hopefully she cools off by the time she gets back to Manhattan. If not, then I just might have another fight on my hands; with Jeppie.
Chapter Eleven - Felicia
