Just My Luck II

“Ah… damn it. Why is this not working…?”

“Press the sync button!”

“Not that one… which one is…?”

“It’s the one that says sync!”

“Aha! You see? I am not a technical idiot. I am, in fact, capable of turning on a stereo.”

“That you are. But the question remains… will you be able to successfully lock and unlock my apartment door by the time your trip is over?”

“Maybe. If you demonstrate the stupid app thing again. Who the hell uses an app to open their front door?”

“Every tenant in this building, that’s who.”

“Whatever. You and your high-tech keyless keypads can stay in Dublin. Back in Chicago, we use actual keys on our doors.”

“You were tech-savvy enough to work that vibrator, weren’t you?”

“Wha—I… yeah, well—”

“I’m teasing, I’m teasing. Hey, hand me that pot holder, would you?”

I hope I’m not blushing. Kind of feels like I’m blushing.

I can’t believe you just said that. I guess it needed to be brought up at some point, but still.

Neither of us has mentioned the incident since it happened yesterday, but it’s still hanging between us. Like this big… weird… cloud hanging over friendship.

Well, cloud isn’t the best word for it. It’s not bad, what happened.

It’s just… something we need to talk about.

I might be overthinking it, but… I don’t know. This morning I noticed you looking at me, not in a weird way, but it felt… different. Like, you were checking me out, and you weren’t trying to hide it.

That never happened before. And it makes me wonder if this thing between us is bigger than either of us knows.

I hand you the pot holder and watch as you move around between the stove and the sink.

I've never really noticed how at ease you are when you’re cooking. You look really at home in a kitchen.

Bent over the cutting board dicing basil leaves into fine little shreds, that dish towel thrown over your shoulder… it’s kind of hot.

That’s also like the fifth time today I’ve thought about how hot you are. God, were these feelings just underneath the surface all these years?

Like, have I always been attracted to you and just never let myself think about it? Or did fucking you yesterday bring this desire into existence?

And, honestly, I’m a little too hungover to be thinking so hard about it.

“Almost finished… and… there we go. Homemade mushroom risotto beats another night at the bars, yeah?”

“Oh god, yes. I don’t think my body could handle another night out. No offense to St. Patrick, but my stamina isn’t quite what it used to be.”

“Well, the only downside is I haven’t gotten around to getting myself a table yet, as you can see.”

“I could not care less. I can already tell this meal is going to bring me back to life.”

“You know, I was so mad when you left Chicago to go to cooking school here, but now I’m starting to think it was worth you leaving me. I get to visit Dublin and you feed me incredible hangover food.”

“Anytime you want, my door’s always open… if you can figure out how to unlock it.”

“Ass.”

“So, since we’re taking it easy tonight… what d’you want to do? When do you leave again, Friday?”

“Mmm… Saturday. Let’s just watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

“I, unfortunately, might need to spend a little time checking in with work, make sure my flight details are all good, boring stuff.”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“We should also probably… talk.”

“Talk?”

“About what happened. Yesterday.”

“Yesterday, mhm.”

“You… know what I’m talking about, right?”

“Yeah, of course, I know what you’re talking about.”

“Because you’re being kind of weird.”

“I’m not being weird! I said yeah, let’s talk.”

“No, you didn’t. You said, ‘Mhm,’ which sounded avoidant and weird.”

“Okay, yeah, fair. Well, go ahead then, talk!”

“I… you’re so annoying.”

“Well, what exactly do you want to talk about? We… hooked up.”

“Mmhmm.”

“And I liked it.”

“Yeah, I liked it, too. But what does it mean?”

“Well, does it have to mean anything?”

“No, not necessarily, but… people don’t just fuck their best friends for no reason.”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true. Are you… feeling… something? Like, more than… how things have always been?”

“I don’t know. Yes. Maybe. It’s… confusing.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

I look up and you’re staring right at me.

Your brow is a little scrunched together, like you’re deep in thought, and you’re chewing on the inside of your lip which you always do when you’re nervous.

I can’t tell what you’re thinking, but it feels like we’re both on the same wavelength. Like maybe we’re both struggling with the same unanswered question.

The same uncertainty about losing a great friendship in exchange for a risky relationship…

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I’ve been, uh… I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day.”

“Yeah? So… why haven’t you?”

“Dunno. But I’m going to now.”

This kiss is different to the ones we shared yesterday. It’s softer… but no less intense.

I pull away for a moment, just to look at you again. The air between us has changed. I can see every little movement of your eyes, every twitch of your arm muscles as you lean against the countertop.

You slide closer and pull my waist flush against yours. It’s a ballsy move, a little possessive… and I like it.

Heat shoots through my entire body… starting in my spine as your warm mouth trails over my jaw.

“I’ve been trying to control myself all day. Didn’t know if you wanted… to do this again…”

“Yeah, I want to do it again. Oh, I want to feel you…”

You lift up the hem of my baggy t-shirt and trace your fingertips over the bare skin of my waist.

“Bedroom?”

“Mmhmm…”

Your hands pull at the waistband of my sweatpants. You drag them and my underwear down my legs and curl your hands around the backs of my thighs.

There’s an urgency in your touch. Something almost desperate about the way you press your body against mine. Maybe you really have been holding back all day.

What we did last night was… dirty. Like, way raunchier than most sex I have.

And tonight… I want it even more intense. I want to feel you completely consume me.

“Hey… hey.”

“What?”

“You got to tell me how to touch myself yesterday. Time to return the favor.”

“Yeah? Alright. At your service.”

I sit up on my elbows and extend my leg out as you rise up onto your knees.

You slip out of your pants and boxers. Your dick is already hard and… fuck, I can’t wait to see you touch it.

“Go ahead. Stroke yourself…”

“Right… like this? Nice and slow…?”

“Yeah… not too fast. And while you focus on that… I… will… do this.”

I press my mouth against yours and push my tongue between your lips. It’s intimate… exploring you in this new way. Learning the parts of your body I’ve never known before.

The feeling of you moaning into my mouth… fuck. The heat between my legs is getting stronger…

“Play with the head… tease yourself for me.”

“Oh, god… look how hard you’re making me…”

“Faster.”

“You like that? You like watching me?”

“Yeah, you look really fucking hot playing with yourself… doing what I tell you.”

“You touch yourself, too. Get wet for me… that’s what you want, right? You want to get nice and wet for my dick?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah… yeah, that’s what I want. With my vibrator?”

“Mm, fuck, yeah, go get it.”

My legs are shaking. I’m… god, I’m turned on. You… your words… it’s just… fuck

I just have to… find…

There it is. Thank god I washed it yesterday after everything.

I hurry back to the bedroom and onto the bed. Your eyes are wide and intense as you watch me settle against the pillows. I lie back and hold the vibrator between my legs… and slowly move the tip across my inner thigh.

“Is this what you want? You want to see me fuck myself?”

“Oh, god, yeah, fuck yourself for me.”

“Didn’t get enough of that yesterday?”

“God, no, I could watch you all day.”

I push the tip against my clit for a few moments… and slowly glide it down through my wet folds.

“Yeah… fuck, that’s it. How wet can you get yourself, hm? I want to see you soaked…”

My clit is extra-sensitive… probably from how much attention it got yesterday. I tease my entrance with just the tip of the vibrator, pumping it in me a few times to open myself up.

“Come here, come here…”

I don’t even know what I’m doing… but I grab you by the shoulders and pull you down between my legs.

I have to feel you touching me. I need to… fuck, I just need you.

“You want my mouth on you, huh? You want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

“Yes, fuck, please—”

I pull the vibrator away, but don’t turn it off just yet.

“I was really eager yesterday… today, I kind of want to take my time with you, see how much you can handle.”

Your breath is warm against my pussy… fuck, you’re just hovering there… teasing me.

Your tongue laps through my folds… and circles around my clit.

You’re going slow… slower than I can stand. God, it feels so good, but I need more…

“Touch me… fuck, just… my nipples…”

“No. You touch them. Show me how you like it.”

I grab my t-shirt and slide it over my head. Why is it so hot when you tell me what to do?

I squeeze both of my breasts and knead them in my hands.

“Mm, yeah, there you go.”

I pinch my nipples as your mouth works my pussy. That little bit of pain makes the pleasure so much more intense.

“Oh… yeah, yeah, keep going…”

Your tongue drifts down to my entrance… and slides in me.

“Fuck…”

I grab the vibrator and press it against my clit again.

“You taste so good…”

My hips buck up with every thrust of your tongue. I get a jolt of pleasure and surprise every time I look down at you between my legs. Pleasure because you’re fucking good with your mouth… and surprise because it’s you.

“I’m learning a lot about you… a lot of things I didn’t know…”

“Yeah…? Like what?”

“Like how wet you get when I suck on your clit, how desperate you sound when you play with your vibrator…”

You pull me forward by my hips and bring us even closer together. I’m so ready for you to fuck me.

I reach for your dick and hold it in my palm, stroking my fingers over the shaft and down to the head.

You’re pulsing, throbbing almost.

“Is that what you want? You want my dick?”

“Oh, god, yeah, I want your dick so badly.”

“I’m going to make you feel so good…”

You use my hips as leverage and position your dick right between my legs. Your eyes are locked on mine like you physically can’t look away.

You grind your hips up against mine… pushing… oh my god… pushing your entire length into me…

The sight of your cock disappearing inside of me… oh my god, it’s making me wet.

“Yeah… oh, fuck yeah. Keep that vibrator right there… right on your clit…”

You thrust harder and squeeze your eyes shut.

Our rhythm is hard and messy and fast… and it feels so good.

You reach up and lay your hand against my cheek. You slide a finger into my mouth and I tighten my lips around it.

You push a second finger between my lips… and pump them in and out of my mouth, just like you’re doing with your dick in between my legs.

“You have no idea how hot you are… oh my god, those noises… keep moaning for me.”

“I’m close, I’m getting close… fuck, I’m going to cum soon…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going to fucking cum… just keep going, keep going… that’s it, that’s it. Come on… oh, fuck, ride my fucking cock, make me cum.”

You thrust harder… and I fuck you back just as hard. Your full length is hitting the back of my walls. I’ve never… fuck, I’ve never felt anyone so deep…

“Mmm…”

“Yeah.”

“So… did that count as talking about it?”

“I don’t think so. But… it counts as something. A second date, maybe?”

“Come here…”

I was only supposed to stay in Dublin for a week. But now… fuck. I might be extending this trip a little bit longer…