Mentally, he took it back. Her eyes weren’t too wide. They were just the right size to house all that innocent vulnerability. Mentally, he took it back. Her lips weren’t too plump. They were simply overripe and untouched, because they had never been put to better use. Once he mixed that with her inappropriate honesty and overwhelming kindness and then wrapped it up in all her crazy, he realized that maybe—just maybe—she was beautiful in a way this world didn’t understand.
3 years ago…
Kevin braced his arms against the wall to keep himself upright. His knees were about to buckle. “Fuck, Claire,” he rasped. “Your mouth is amazing.”
He looked down at her, watching her head bob up and down the length his cock. He was a visual guy and there was nothing better than watching his cock disappear between a luscious pair of lips. Claire was a little too skinny for his taste, but still incredibly sexy and she knew exactly how to use her feminine wiles on him. She should. They’d been doing this since he was fifteen years old.
They had an odd dynamic, which no one else really understood. They weren’t really friends with benefits, because…they weren’t friends. Kevin didn’t like the term fuck-buddies, but that was more of what they were. It was purely superficial. Their relationship had absolutely no substance. He knew every curve of her body, but he didn’t know what her favorite color was. She knew virtually nothing about him either. If anything, she cared less and used him more, but that was something he wouldnevercomplain about.
Sex had become a three-step process for them. Get in. Get off. Get out.
There were only two rules. Never without protection (though, that was a general rule for a sexual encounter with anyone) and never when either person was in a relationship with someone else. It was simple and he liked simple. One-night stands required too much effort, so in between relationships they just fucked each other. An easy way of getting through a dryspell. No cheesy pick-up lines, no pretenses, and no risk of his dick falling off because of some venereal disease. Simple.
She took her mouth off him for a second and looked up. “Happy birthday.”
He smirked. “It’s averyhappy birthday.”
Before he could say anything more, she sucked him hard, teasing his tip with her tongue until his legs felt like they were going to give out. He thrust his hips forward, his breathing becoming more labored.
He was just about to reach into his back pocket for the condom he always kept in his wallet when three hard bangs on the metal door pulled him out of his pleasure-induced trance. Claire didn’t stop at the interruption.
“Kevin, you in there?” came Perry’s voice from outside.
“Yeah, I’m…I’m coming, Perry. Just…give me a minute.”
“Really?” Claire teased playfully. “Just a minute?”
Her mouth closed over his cock again and he couldn’t think of an intelligent response to that taunt.
“I’m giving you five seconds,” Perry said, “and then I’m coming in there.”
“Fuck!”
“Five…”
Claire didn’t seem to care and carried on.
“Four…”
He threw his head back in frustration.
“Three…”
“Stop,” he said and quickly zipped up his jeans. “He’ll really come in here.”
“Two…”
“We’ll have to continue this later.” With a frustrated groan, he hoisted her up, gave her a quick kiss and rushed out the door, trying to keep Perry out so she could put some of her clothes back on. He knew he was a mess when he got outside. His beltwas still unbuckled and his heavy breathing was a dead giveaway. Oh, and then the obvious boner.
Perry shook his head with disappointment. “Did you just fuck another girl in my dad’s shed?”
“What do you meananothergirl? It’s Claire, man. Her dad got laid off and my mom’s always at home with my nieces. Where do you want us to go?”
“Notin my dad’s shed.”
“Hi, Perry,” Claire greeted from behind him.
“Hey, Claire.”
