October 25, 2014 12:17 PM
Nesha
I needed this, I told myself, raising the red Solo cup to my lips once again. I was over-indulging and I knew it. But it was okay because that was the whole point of this weekend, returning to my alma mater for homecoming festivities. Reliving not so long ago memories of undergrad. Seeing familiar faces. Taking shots of brown liquor before noon and chasing it down with jungle juice that’s this weird grenish blue color for some reason because despite being in grad school I was still an early twenties level of stupid.
That was probably why I fell into Love’s trap, too. She’d been flirty, but that was nothing new. Too often the two of us were threading the needle and pushing each other’s buttons, subliminally or not so much. Especially when there was liquor involved and there had been plenty of that.
But that was the entire point. Getting too drunk and reminiscing. The last part made it so much different than our time in undergrad when the only mission to was consume as much as possible just for fuck of it. No, this time around, I leaned into memories and leaned as hard as possible because I needed something to pull me away from the reality of my every day.
At that point, it wasn’t quite glamorous. juggling the law school grind with the shitty part-time job that was draining me of all my joy. It was the reality of moving back in with my overbearing mother hanging over my head like a black cloud because the lease that was keeping my relationship together was coming to an end.
Another shot and I could get a little closer to pretending like none of that was happening. I could focus on the liquor sloshing around in my stomach. And the persistent bass thumping of music playing from nearby speakers. And my college friends bragging about their lives full of early success and financial stability standing on the foundation of generational wealth that I’d never have access to. And Love’s hand pressed against the small of my back as she leaned in to whisper, “Come with me.”
She claimed she just needed someone to walk her to her car. That she had this weird headache and wanted some medicine. Consumed with themselves no one second guessed it. And I knew damn well there was no reason to walk half a mile to the parking lot everyone calls Africa because it was stinking gar just to get some headache medicine.
“Get in,” Love said, but opened the door to the back seat instead of the front.
Subtly left the building. Which was fine by me because the walk had really elevated my drunkenness to a new level. I couldn’t keep pretending like I didn’t know why Love had made such a point to get me alone. And I didn’t want to.
It felt so much better to get what I wanted for a change. To enjoy pleasure. To have her pull down the front of my shirt so that my breasts were exposed and pinch my nipples as she sucked the side of my neck until there was a mark.
Meanwhile, I’d wedged my hand in the front of her jeans. They were tight, hugging her thick ass and thighs. I noticed earlier. Had fought the urge to touch, grab, and squeeze. Now that we were alone, though. I didn’t have to hold back and I didn’t.
Circling around her clit made Love gasp for air. She raked her nails across my back and moaned in my ear. So, I kept going. Slid my fingers into her wetness, satisfying my desire to fuck as much as it satisfied Love’s desire to be fucked.
But also that strong desire to forget about anything and everything else. All I had to think about was her pussy tightening around me and the way she moaned in my ear. And the way each stroke pushed her closer and closer to climax.
Love leaned back with a smile on her face and let out a sigh of relief, “You have no idea how much I needed this.”