Part 35 (1/2)

”That's why you jumped me?”

”No, not really. I was h.o.r.n.y and you're hot. But that's a good post-facto reason.”

”I see. You know, you haven't actually f.u.c.ked my brains out,” he said.

”Yet,” she said. She retrieved her backpack from beside the bed, dug around it in, and produced a strip of condoms. ”Yet.”

He licked his lips in antic.i.p.ation, and a moment later she was unrolling the condom down his shaft with her talented mouth. He laughed and then took her by the waist and flipped her onto her back. She grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs wide and he dove between her, dragging the still-sensitive tip of his c.o.c.k up and down the length of her v.u.l.v.a a couple times before sawing it in and out of her opening, sinking to the hilt.

He wanted to f.u.c.k her gently but she groaned urgent demands in his ear to pound her harder, making satisfied sounds each time his b.a.l.l.s clapped against her a.s.s.

She pushed him off her and turned over, raising her a.s.s in the air, pulling her l.a.b.i.a apart and looking over her shoulder at him. They f.u.c.ked doggy-style then, until his legs trembled and his knees ached, and then she climbed on him and rocked back and forth, grinding her c.l.i.t against his pubis, pus.h.i.+ng him so deep inside her. He mauled her t.i.ts and felt the pressure build in his b.a.l.l.s. He pulled her to him, thrust wildly, and she hissed dirty encouragement in his ear, begging him to fill her, ordering him to pound her harder. The stimulation in his brain and between his legs was too much to bear and he came, lifting them both off the bed with his spasms.

”Wow,” he said.

”Yum,” she said.

”Jesus, it's 8AM,” he said. ”I've got to meet with Luke in three hours.”

”So let's take a shower now, and set an alarm for half an hour before he's due,” she said. ”Got anything to eat.”

”That's what I like about you Hilda,” he said. ”Businesslike. Vigorous. Living life to the hilt.”

Her dimples were pretty and luminous in the hints of light emerging from under the blinds. ”Feed me,” she said, and nipped at his earlobe.

In the s...o...b..x-sized fridge, he had a cow-shaped brick of Wisconsin cheddar that he'd been given when he stepped off the plane. They broke chunks off it and ate it in bed, then started in on the bag of soy crispies his hosts in San Francisco had given him. They showered slowly together, scrubbing one-another's backs, set an alarm, and sacked out for just a few hours before the alarm roused them.

They dressed like strangers, not embarra.s.sed, just too groggy to take much notice of one another. Perry's muscles ached pleasantly, and there was another ache, dull and faint, even more pleasant, in his b.a.l.l.s.

Once they were fully clothed, she grabbed him and gave him a long hug, and a warm kiss that started on his throat and moved to his mouth, with just a hint of tongue at the end.

”You're a good man, Perry Gibbons,” she said. ”Thanks for a lovely night. Remember what I told you, though: no regrets, no looking back. Be happy about this -- don't mope, don't miss me. Go on to your next city and make new friends and have new conversations, and when we see each other again, be my friend without any awkwardness. All right?”

”I get it,” he said. He felt slightly irritated. ”Only one thing. We weren't going to sleep together.”

”You regret it?”

”Of course not,” he said. ”But it's going to make this injunction of yours hard to understand. I'm not good at anonymous one night stands.”

She raised one eyebrow at him. ”Earth to Perry: this wasn't anonymous, and it wasn't a one-night stand. It was an intimate, loving relations.h.i.+p that happened to be compressed into a single day.”

”Loving?”

”Sure. If I'd been with you for a month or two, I would have fallen in love. You're just my type. So I think of you as someone I love. That's why I want to make sure you understand what this all means.”

”You're a very interesting person,” he said.

”I'm smart,” she said, and cuddled him again. ”You're smart. So be smart about this and it'll be forever sweet.”