78 Please

Jamie

As she was kicking and screaming while I had to drag her to and push her into my car, I expected her to either refuse to get down and go into my house with me, or to run away as soon as I unlocked the door. Surprisingly, she got down and walked to my door without my saying anything. She unlocked my front door and got in, slamming the door in my face. I unlocked it again and patiently went in after her.

She had taken a previously opened bottle of wine from the refrigerator, and was drinking it, straight from the bottle. I got two wine glasses from the cupboard and put them on the kitchen table. Then, I went to her, took the bottle of wine and led her to the nearest chair.

"We're not fucking anymore if you fuck other people," Veronica said. It was the first time she spoke since we left the TV station.

I didn't say anything. I poured wine into one glass.

She swiped that glass as soon as I was done and started drinking. I poured wine into the second glass. She put down her now-empty glass and picked up the second one. "And good lord, I am so offended," she ranted. "Are you saying I'm on the same level as Gangsta, the pubescent fuccboi? Since when were your standards so low?"

I watched her take a drink of glass number 2 and found myself saying, "Why does everyone think I'm gay?"

Then, Veronica did something I surely didn't expect her to do: she spat in my face. She spat in my face because she burst out laughing. She was laughing so hard that she fell to the floor and rolled around. I leaned down and grabbed the wine glass from her hands before she hurt herself with it.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand. She laughed for quite a while. I watched her, patiently. My kid brother is lying in the hospital with his face in shreds while my best friend is God knows where and I'm watching this girl laugh at me for not knowing that I'm a pansy. Yes, I know my priorities are fucked up. What I really wanted to do was pin her down, bury myself deep into her and stay there forever, but there is a time for everything under the sun.

When her laughter finally died down, she said breathlessly, "Do you know my greatest fear? It's that you would someday tell me it's over because you discovered you like boys better."

"Son of a ..." I muttered. "Do I not make you come enough? Is this your way of asking for rougher sex? Am I not rough enough for you?"

She looked at me, her eyes sparkling. She held out her arms. "Please?" she asked.

Son of a...

I stood up and stepped to her feet. I towered over her, looking at her lie on her back on my kitchen floor, her thighs slightly parted, her hands reaching up to me for an embrace. I wanted to ask her so many things. Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore? Does this mean you still want me to fuck you?

I guess I stood there for too long because she suddenly blinked and her eyes looked suddenly frightened. Her outstretched arms also wavered a bit. Before she could change her mind completely, I dropped forward, falling towards her, making her scream.

I stopped myself with my hands beside her shoulders and barely touched her, though we were now length-to-length. I lowered my pelvis to grind into hers. She groaned, spread her legs wide and tucked them around my hips. She pushed her groin upwards into mine and I jammed her down again. She wants rough, she's getting rough.

I leaned back to kneel up on my knees, taking a bit of her with me, those thighs of hers are really strong, seriously. I grabbed her shirt and ripped it apart, making her scream in surprise again. I love how she screams, she makes me feel like a god. I envelope her near-naked torso with my arms and body, pulling her bra up with my teeth and lapping up her naked breast with my tongue.

"Oh Jamie, oh my GOD!"

I suck on her nipples and try to take her entire breast in my mouth with my tongue and teeth. This, you can't do to guys. I seriously don't understand why people think I would not want this.

I could smell her coming. I pushed her down to unzip her jeans and ripped them off her legs, sending her toppling away from me. She almost hit the ref and almost made me pause. She pushed herself up and reached for me. "You're still dressed," she said.

I pushed her down again. I unzipped enough to free myself and rammed into her before she could recover.

Again, she screamed. And she screamed louder because she came. I smiled. I pushed myself slowly deeper into her, even though I was already fully inside and pushing into her womb walls, while I felt her convulsing against me. I remembered how she came a little while touching herself to intimidate Gangsta. Fuck. I am so going to break his legs.

"We're not fucking anymore if you fuck other people," I said to her.

"I hate you," she whispered. She was still coming. I had never seen her so happy.

I wanted to ask her so many things. Did you mean what you said back there about... being a balloon, like our song... about being in... So, is this not just about sex with you? So what happens now?

She is still coming. I started to thrust hard.

"Jamie! Oh wow, JAMIE! Harder, Jamie! HARDER! HARDER!!"

I take it back. It is possible to see her happier. As tears rolled out of my eyes and I was becoming deaf from her screaming, I started to come like I had been hit by lightning.