Josh is taking me home, to his home. Right now I don’t feel like arguing so I let him. I don’t want to go through this again. Our relationship is so complicated, it makes my head spin.
I don’t know what he wants anymore and I doubt he knows what I do. We spend more time apart than together. It can’t be healthy, it is just not right.
We stop in front of his building.
Josh ~”Are you okay?”
Becca ~”Yes, I just need a drink.”
Josh ~”I am sorry I punched him.”
Becca ~”I am not.”
Josh ~”Then I should have punched him again.”
Becca ~”You becoming quite the fighter.”
Josh ~”It’s the two of you. You and Sammy. Trouble makers.”
Becca ~”Don’t blame us for your sexual frustration.”
Josh ~”Who says I am sexually frustrated?”
Becca ~”Me.”
Josh ~”And how do you know that?”
Becca ~”The way you kissed me.”
Josh ~”And what does it make you then?”
Becca ~”Becca.”
Josh ~”Don’t get clever.”
Becca ~”But I am.”
Josh ~”You know that you are impossible?”
Becca ~”So I have been told.”
Josh hands me a glass of wine and we sit down on his big white couches.
Josh ~”So where to from here?”
Becca ~”What do you mean?”
Josh ~”Spangles?”
Becca ~”I am done with it, time to grow up.”
Josh ~”No plans?”
Becca ~”There is always going to be a plan.”
Josh ~”You know your plans fail?”
Becca ~”Not all of my plans is going to fail.”
Josh ~”So what is your current plan?”
Becca ~”One that I will probably regret.”
Josh ~”So it’s going to fail.”
Becca ~”You really thinks so?”
Josh ~”Yes.”
Becca ~”Then its best you keep your clothes on then.”
Josh drops his clothes faster than I can spell his name. He frantically pull at the pieces of fabric that covers my body. Cursing as he is unable to remove them fast enough.
He pushes my body against a nearby wall, pinning my hands above my head. His freehand roams my body. He runs his fingers down my neck and over my collarbone, his tongue following slowly behind. His fingers run further down, touching the contours of my breast. He takes my nipples with his thumb, he wraps his lips around them, he sucks hard. The mere touch of his tongue on my skin is making me wet to my core. His fingers lingers down further, he finds the source of my aching desires.
Moving between my folds, he slips a finger deep inside me, another follows. He rubs the inner parts of me, nearly pushing me to the edge. He frees my hand, with my legs wrapped around his body, he carries me to his bed. He pushes me down onto the silk soft sheets, his body melting into mine.
My body quivers as his naked body lowers on top of mine. Our hips move against each other as he settles between my legs. His erection is growing larger and harder, the desire in him growing deeper. Absolutely nothing in this world feels as good as the sensation of him slowly sliding into me.
It’s hard to experience desire while at the same time controlling it. We are trying to lose control, and when he takes my head in his hands, we know we on our way. We are kissing each other and holding each other and rolling on and off each other, slowly then vigorously, like two solid worlds trying to come into one.
We are moving purposefully, into and against each other. I am holding the top of the bed, my eyes falling back into my eyelids; he arched his back, letting moan after moan leave his lips. With my tongue and he with his whole damp body, we are following our desires, such as we understood them.
Twisting and gasping together. We are drawn close to that sensation that only goes beyond sexual pleasure. It feels as if something inside me is slowly working its way through him. We fall back on the bed, staring up into the ceiling and feeling the presence of a world we were for the better of an hour, not part of.
Josh ~”Becca.”
Becca ~”Josh.”
Josh ~”Yes?”
Becca ~”Don’t say it.”
I pull him by his waist deeper into me and dig my fingers into his back, and pull him even closer. Then I curl my arms around his neck, pushing my breasts into his melting hot chest.
He lowers his lips onto mine; in an instant, we melt into each other. Then he kisses me, he kisses me with purposes, like his lips have a plan, like his tongue has a plan. He is possessing me; he is owning me. I look into his magnificent eyes; the swirls of emotion I see there make me gasp. I never knew a kiss so innocent could be so intimate. I feel like I am walking on air. The way his lips connect with mine. His mouth is so warm, the caress of his lips so soft. He makes me breathless.
We lay there in each other’s arms until we both fall asleep.
The next morning I am home standing in the kitchen with Sammy.
Becca ~”Sammy it was amazing.”
Sammy ~”So what is your problem?”
Becca ~”I don’t know if it was really real.”
Sammy ~”Josh would never use you.”
Becca ~”I know.”
Sammy ~”So?”
Becca ~”I don’t know if I did not use him.”
Sammy ~”You don’t do it either.”
Becca ~”What’s my problem?”
Sammy ~”You two are messed up. Matt messed you up. Some woman messed him up.”
Becca ~”I never thought about that.”
Sammy ~”You need to get to know him.”
Becca ~”Without sex? Like dating?”
Sammy ~”Yes.”
Becca ~”You want me to date Josh?”
Sammy ~”Yes.”
Becca ~”Will it work?”
Sammy ~”Yes.”
Becca ~”Sammy that is brilliant! I think I just might have a plan.”