June 2007
The iron slid confidently in Pete’s hand as he moved it over the white shirt on the ironing board. He tugged at the hem to smooth out the wrinkles while continuing to move the iron across the material. He had his dress pants on already, standing in the hotel room in a white undershirt.
He ironed shirts almost every day for work, too lazy to iron them all at once when he did laundry, but it felt entirely different today. When he was ironing shirts for work, he didn’t feel the nerves and anxiety that he did today. He wasn’t usually worried about what he would say, the way he was today.
“Did you and Allison drive up here together?” His friend Josh asked him while trying to tie the knot of his tie.
“No,” Pete set down the iron, lifting the shirt and shifting it to a new spot that still needed to be pressed. He has been thinking almost exclusively about her today, a nervous knot in his gut at the thought of seeing her.
“Have you seen her at all today?” Josh carefully tugged the knot into place. Josh was more his friend than Alli’s, part of their extended group of friends.
“No,” he focused on the shirt, perhaps overly so, going over spots that were already entirely smooth.
“Did she have to come out early or something? To take care of whatever… wedding things?” Josh didn’t seem phased by Pete’s curtness. He examined himself in the mirror, looking pleased, and switched his gaze back to Pete, who had shifted the shirt again and resumed ironing.
“Yeah, that’s part of it, I guess,” Pete didn’t look up at his friend. “But we didn’t really discuss coming up together. We actually…” he didn’t know how to admit this to Josh, it was something he hadn’t talked much about with friends who knew them both. “Haven’t seen each other in a while.”
“Oh,” Josh sounded surprised. “You guys always used to drive down to PA together.” Pete nodded. “You don’t do that anymore?” Josh came around the ironing board, coming to stand in front of him, frowning. Pete shook his head. “Since when?” He shrugged, having a hard time admitting the length of time it’s been since he’d last seen Alli.
“I haven’t seen her in just about a year,” he kept his head down, focused on the shirt.
“Shit, really?” Josh frowned. “What happened?”
Pete debated telling him everything. He kept it pretty close to the chest for the past year, especially around their mutual friends. He talked to his friends from home about it, needing an outlet to vent, and he knew that Alli had told Dotty and Leah. He set the iron down and lifted his shirt to examine it.
“I guess… we kinda fucked things up last year when we… slept together,” he admitted, looking up at his friend. Josh’s eyes were bugging out of his head.
“You what?!” Josh stood staring. He put on his shirt, looking away. “No, no, no man! You can’t just leave it at that! I need details!” Josh demanded. “I mean, I’ll be discreet and all, I won’t go blabbing to everyone about this, but I need to know. What the hell happened?!”
“Last year, on one of our trips out to PA, we got kinda… I don’t know… extra friendly, I guess, on the way back home. Things got a bit heated. Her folks weren’t home and I came in and it just happened. We had sex.” He finished buttoning his shirt and tucked it into his pants, buckling his belt.
“Was it like super awkward?” Josh stood next to the mirror, looking at him.
“The sex? No. That was fantastic,” Pete sighed, picking up his tie and arranging it at his collar. “But afterward, I guess that got weird. She had some regrets about what happened. She’d never just slept with anyone like that.” He tied the knot of his tie, pulling it up.
“Yeah, I can believe that,” Josh nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “She’d been with Murph for most of college. I can totally see her freaking out about a random hook-up.”
“I didn’t really want it to be a random hook up,” Pete checked the time. They could head out now, or they could hang around the room for another ten, fifteen minutes.
“So you haven’t seen each other since you had sex?” Josh clarified, checking his pockets for his phone, wallet, and keys.
“Nope,” Pete confirmed the sad truth. This would be the first time that he’d see her since that night. He actually brought the travel mug back for her, the one she lent him, filled with coffee for the drive home. He wasn’t going to bring it to the wedding of course, but he thought that perhaps there would be some opportunity to return it to her. She was staying at the same hotel after all.
“But you guys still talk, right?” Josh paused before opening up the door of their shared hotel room.
“Yeah, online,” Pete checked his own pockets before stuffing his hands in them and lifting his shoulders, slightly. “We chat on instant messenger all the time, but… we haven’t hung out since then.”
“Wow, that’s just crazy.” Josh checked that the door was locked behind them before they headed down the hall towards the elevators. “You guys were pretty tight.”
All Pete could do was nod in response. Yeah, they had been pretty close before that night and he had really hoped that they would be even closer after it. On the drive home that night he was trying to work out when they might see each other again and where they would meet up. He considered how his parents would react if he had a girl stay over, in his room. He had been 23, after all, not exactly a kid. But he also had a couple of much younger siblings, a sixteen-year-old brother, and a thirteen-year-old sister, and his parents constantly fed him the line about the kind of example he was setting for them. All of that became kind of a moot point though when he talked to Alli the following night online and she said that she thought it was a huge mistake.
They milled about with some of their other friends before finding seats on the bride’s side. The knot in Pete’s stomach seemed to be tightening at the prospect of seeing her. He wanted to see her and talk to her and at the same time, he hated that it was this way, after so much time had passed.
Faces turned as the music started and the wedding party began walking down the aisle. The bridesmaids wore deep blue dresses holding bouquets of white flowers, their arms hooked on the elbows of the groomsmen until they reached the front of the ceremony space and split in different directions. And there she was. His eyes were glued to her.
Alli’s dark hair seemed to be longer now than she’s ever worn it before, touching her bare shoulders. Strands from the front were pulled back, away from her face, in some fancy twist or braid until they connected in the back with small, white flowers. The dress looked stunning on her, the halter top definitely emphasizing her cleavage in a very flattering way and he had to pull his eyes away from it quickly. Somehow, the blue of the dress made her eyes seem even bluer than they usually were and he couldn’t take his eyes off them, even as she took her place at the front and everyone stood for Dotty at the top of the aisle. Josh nudged him in the shoulder and he stood up too, prying his eyes away from Alli.
Of course Dotty was a beautiful bride, but once she made her way to the altar and handed her flowers over to Alli, his eyes were back on her. He didn’t remember looking at her this way before, she was just one of the group of friends, as were Dotty and Leah and a few other girls as well. But now he knew what was under that dress, and how amazing it felt to touch her, and how tight she was when he was inside her. Fuck. He needed to get his brain under control. He didn’t need to be sitting there, at a friend’s wedding, with a hardon.
Pete looked around for Alli at the cocktail hour, but none of the wedding party seemed to be there. Someone else said that they were off taking photos. He wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or upset about the fact that it would now be even longer before he got to talk to her. Josh suggested he have more to drink, that it would help him calm his nerves and Pete decided it wouldn’t hurt.
“Well, apparently this is the table for all the single friends of the bride and groom,” a woman with perfectly curled, blond spirals down her back announced when Pete and Josh arrived at their assigned table for the reception.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Josh agreed, smiling at her.
“Danielle,” she stood, reaching a hand out to each of them in an introduction. They each shook it, introducing themselves too.
Josh hooked a finger calling Pete over to the opposite side of the table, directing Pete to a chair where he wanted him to sit. Pete pulled out the chair and once he was sitting, he noticed the little name card next to him with Allison’s name, her purse sitting in the seat, and note cards tucked underneath the edge of the plate. Alli had already claimed her seat and Josh just planted him right next to her. This was either the best or the worst idea ever.
Danielle seemed to make small talk with everyone as the others came to sit at the table with them. She was a friend of Dotty’s from work, she explained, wanting to know how everyone else knew the bride and groom. Pete found it difficult to focus on the conversation, thinking instead about what he was going to say to Alli. Josh shoved him hard in the side getting his attention and then nodded towards the blond. She was smiling at him.
“Peter, I was asking about what you do,” she repeated for him. He stared at her blankly. “For work,” she clarified.
“Umm, mortgages,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I work for a mortgage lender, processing loans.” It was far from exciting.
“Oh, that’s very interesting,” Danielle smiled back at him. He wanted to respond with a flat-out ‘no, it’s not,’ but held his tongue.
The music started up then and the DJ announced the wedding party. There she was again, occupying his complete attention. The families entered, followed by the bride and groom, and everyone crowded around the dance floor for the first dance. Pete stood back, hands in pockets, watching Alli instead of the bride.
****
“Did you see him yet?” Dotty smoothed out the bodice of her gown while Allison carefully removed the veil out of her hairdo.
“Just kind of a glance, during the ceremony, while scanning over the guests in general.” Dotty didn’t need to know that her breath caught just at the glimpse of his face and that hair that she still wanted to sink her hands into. He seemed to have only gotten more attractive over the past year.
“Alli, you have to talk to him today, and then take him up to your room and screw his brains out. All. Night. Long.” Dotty told her. She had been a big supporter of that whole hook-up from the very moment Allison told her about it. She thought they were perfect for each other and scolded Alli for freaking out afterward.
Allison couldn’t help it, it was just the way her brain worked. She overanalyzed things and psyched herself out. After Pete left that night, she laid in bed scrutinizing everything that they had said to each other that night and everything that happened between the two of them. She replayed in her head the way he said ‘something a little bit more’ in the car and convinced herself that he barely even liked her. It was just that shirt at the bar the night before, she told herself, he was just into her boobs, and they couldn’t have a relationship based on him enjoying the way her breasts looked in a certain top. He wasn’t interested in dating her, she thought, if he had wanted that, they wouldn’t have jumped right to sex that night, he would have been more patient because he would know he’d be seeing her again. But he wasn’t, because he had no intentions of doing this again, she determined. Gradually, during her night of overthinking, she also came to the conclusion that she had done everything embarrassingly wrong and that she was bad at sex. She just let him do all the work and maybe he escalated it to sex cause she was so terrible at the handjob!
By the time he signed on to instant messenger that evening she had this spiel prepared to tell him how it was a huge mistake and they shouldn’t have slept together. She was embarrassed, she was afraid of what he was going to say, and she just beat him to what she assumed would be a letdown. And then the idea of seeing him in person after that humiliation seemed unsettling. So she made up excuses not to. A few months later, as it was starting to feel like maybe they were back to where they had been pre-sex, Pete started seeing someone else. It felt like a huge blow to Alli.
“You told him that sleeping with you was a mistake!” Dotty reminded her when Allison drove down to PA to go wedding gown shopping with her that fall. “You didn’t want anything with him! He has every right to date someone else.”
“Yes, I told him that it was a mistake, but no, it’s not that I don’t want anything with him! He’s just better off with someone who is… not me.” Allison sat on the floor of the dressing room while the salesgirl zipped Dotty into a dress, with her mom and grandma waiting outside the dressing room.
“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!” Dotty pushed up the strapless dress, wiggling around to make her breasts sit in the right places. “You have one of two choices, Alli. You can either tell him that you were wrong, that it wasn’t a mistake and you actually want him. Or you can be happy for Pete that he’s dating someone he likes.” The salesgirl seemed to smirk as she looked down at her.
She chose the latter. They stayed in touch, but she was too chickenshit to spend time with him in person. Especially after he had been back in PA with his new girlfriend and someone had shown her a photo of them together. She looked really pretty and very confident and Allison convinced herself that she must also be excellent in bed.
Allison moved on to buttoning up the bustle on Dotty’s dress with Leah kneeling next to her to help out.
“I promise to talk to him,” she told her friend, “But the other stuff is probably not going to happen.”
“God, Alli, grow some balls,” Dotty looked down at her on the floor of the bridal suite. “You waited out that whole relationship he was in, he’s single again, you need to jump on that.”
“I’m with her,” Leah chimed in. “You and Pete would make a really cute couple.”
“I don’t even know who this Pete guy is, but I say you need to jump on that either way,” Dotty’s cousin Elise told her, sipping from her glass of vodka and cranberry juice. “Weddings are for getting laid.”
That ended up being the phrase that played over in her head as Allison walked back to the seat where she left her purse, only to realize that Pete was in the chair right next to hers. She sucked in a huge breath and pasted a nervous smile onto her face.
“Hey,” she pulled out the chair, lifting her purse to get into the seat.
“Hey,” Pete smiled up at her, a sparkle seemed to play in his eyes. For a moment it felt like they were alone, like they were right back in the car last year when everything seemed to gel.
“Hey Alli,” Josh smiled at her, sitting on the other side of Pete.
“Hey,” she blushed, the illusion that this was anything intimate broken.
“It’s been forever since I saw you last,” Josh was saying to her. “What have you been up to?”
Salads were served and they spent a bunch of time catching up until Allison was called to deliver her maid-of-honor speech. It wasn’t until after dinner was served and eaten that Allison found herself alone with Peter. Josh had gotten up to talk to some other friends and their table had mostly emptied. There was a silence between them and Allison struggled to think of what to say. He looked so good and there was that urge again to run her hands through his hair. He had it cut a bit shorter now than the last time she saw him, but there was still enough length to tangle in her fingers.
“I’m sorry to hear that you and Sarah broke up,” she blurted out and immediately felt her face heating up. Pete frowned.
“It’s fine. It wasn’t anything too serious.”
“I’m a dumbass,” she set her face down in her hands, her elbows resting on the table. Pete’s hand landed gently on her back, rubbing it.
“You’re too hard on yourself. It’s fine.” She loved the feeling of his touch. Why did she ever turn him away?
“I don’t mean just now,” she turned her face to look at him. He seemed to be examining hers in great depth, his eyes moving between hers. There was some sort of tension between them, everything that they weren’t saying hanging in the air.
“Do you wanna dance?” Pete’s question caught her off guard as her mind raced with what she should say next.
She nodded and Pete held out his hand to her. Crash, the Dave Matthew’s Band song, was playing and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. She was closer to eye level with him than the last time she had been in Pete’s arms. He noticed it too.
“Those are some serious heels you are wearing,” he smiled at her. His smile still had the effect of making her want to melt. Her fingers reached up to touch the hair on the back of his neck which seemed to extend the smile across his face. By the end of the song, she didn’t want to pull out of his arms.
“I was such an asshole,” she told him as the song changed to Goldfinger’s Superman and people started jumping around.
“Let’s get some drinks,” Pete said, taking her hand and leading her off towards the bar. “Whiskey sour?” He asked her when they reached the bartender. She nodded, feeling touched at the fact that Pete remembered what she drank despite not having seen her in a year. He got himself a jack and coke, then nodded towards the door that led out into the garden out back. There were a few people out there smoking, but nobody they knew. Pete led her over to the fountain and sat down on the stone edge. She sat next to him, leaving a couple of inches of space between them. The night was hot and humid with barely a breeze in the air, but it was significantly quieter and more peaceful outside.
“Do you remember what I said to you in the car that night?” His eyes were on hers as if willing her to remember.
“I don’t know. Which part?” Her brow furrowed. She remembered the things he said, but there were just so many.
“I told you that you are allowed to tell me ‘fuck off, Pete!’ and that I wouldn’t hold it against you,” he gave her a small smile. “Do I wish that you had told me that in the car, before anything happened? Yeah, for sure. But I get it. You’re not an asshole, you’re allowed to say no to people. You don’t have to be attracted to someone just because they are attracted to you.” She couldn’t believe what he was saying. Pete sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I could tell that you weren’t really into it, that you didn’t want to… sleep with me, and I was a jerk for accepting your half-hearted ‘no, it’s fine, I want to.’ I shouldn’t have. Because I knew better. ‘Cause, we’re friends and I know how you get.”
“How do I get?” She interjected.
“You freak out about things, you get flustered. And then you do what you think people want you to do, instead of what YOU want to do. You’re a people pleaser.” Allison bit her lip, thinking about Pete’s assessment of her and of the situation. Ok, he may be right about her freaking out and getting flustered but the other stuff, about how she wasn’t attracted to him, couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I didn’t want to tell you to fuck off. I spent the last half hour of the drive trying to figure out how to ask you to come in. I definitely wanted you there.” She explained. Pete loosened his tie, thinking.
“You wanted me there, but…” he left it open, waiting for her to fill it in. She took a long sip of her drink, trying to load up on some liquid courage. She felt embarrassed already, before she even said the words out loud.
“I’ve never just had sex with someone like that,” her voice was softer, quieter than it had been. “I’ve never gone from holding hands for the first time to… full-on naked sex all in a span of an hour. Yeah, I freaked out afterward. I was trying to come up with explanations for why it happened and…” she took a deep breath, “the only thing I could come up with is that it was a mistake, that it shouldn’t have.” She shrugged, biting her lip again, not wanting to let herself continue rambling about her feelings of inadequacy in bed and she couldn’t please him with a hand job.
“For me,” Pete pressed a hand to his chest, “it happened because I like you, and I just found myself really attracted to you. You’ve got the most striking eyes I’ve ever seen on anyone and… once your clothes were off I was honestly having a bit of a hard time restraining myself.”
It was rather overwhelming hearing this and her heart sped up to such an intensity that she was afraid it would jump right out of her chest. There was a lump in her throat that prevented her from actually getting any words out, but she was pretty sure that her mouth moved. Allison gripped the edge of the stone on which she was sitting, looking for something to ground her, to calm her in this moment and it wasn’t working. Pete watched her for a moment before he put down his glass next to him and reached out to wrap his arms around her. He pulled her in close to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Hey, it’s ok. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot, Alli,” he spoke right into her ear. “I get it, you don’t feel the same way and it’s ok. It’s fine. You don’t have to feel bad about it.”
“I AM attracted to you, Pete, I really am. And I like you. And I liked what we did and how it felt. You got this all wrong, the whole reason for why I’m freaking out. It’s not because it’s difficult for me to turn you down, it’s because I don’t want to turn you down.” She finally got the words out, not looking at him, blowing out a breath as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Pete pulled back, keeping his arms wrapped around her, but angling his shoulder away to look at her. His eyes scanned her face, searching her eyes. “I mean it!” She gave his shoulder a light slap. “I’m not saying this to make you feel better, Pete!”
He leaned in to kiss her then and it was like fireworks all over again. There was tremendous electricity between them, as their lips moved together, tender and light at first, then turning hungry and intense. It felt like there couldn’t possibly be enough, like she wouldn’t be able to disconnect. This was what she needed this entire year and now she couldn’t let it go.
****
“How fucking pissed are you guys?” Shawn, one of their college friends, stood a few feet away, a cigarette in his hand, his tie loose around his neck. They pulled apart looking up at him. Shawn had a shit-eating grin on his face, looking between them. He took a drag of his cigarette.
“Not at all, actually,” Pete told him.
“I might be a little tipsy,” Alli confessed. Shawn chuckled, tipping his head back and blowing the smoke up into the air.
“I don’t know, usually macking on your friends takes a certain level of inebriation,” Shawn assessed.
Pete didn’t feel like explaining everything to Shawn right then. More than likely, it would just make Alli uncomfortable. They still had things to figure out between them. This felt big, like they’ve come to some sort of major realization here and that this wouldn’t be just a spur-of-the-moment hook-up with a time restraint. Things could really work between them this time! He had an apartment now, with his friend Ed as a roommate, and Alli had been talking about looking for her own place too. They’d talk and they’d be adults about this. Pete turned to Alli, smiling at her.
“Let’s go dance,” he took her hand, standing up. She smiled up at him too, nodding. They left Shawn standing outside, smoking, and joined the crowd of people on the dance floor.
They jumped around with their friends on the fast songs and Pete held her close on the slow ones. She kicked off the heels after a short while, swaying barefoot in his arms. His tie was gone now, shirt collar undone and sleeves rolled up. There were more drinks, shots with the whole college crew, the bouquet and garter toss, which neither of them caught, and then someone requested Paradise By The Dashboard Light and the floor seemed to erupt in a sing-along. It was fantastic to see Alli really get into it and put some attitude into the lines ‘Let me sleep on it, baby baby let me sleep in it, let me sleep on it, I’ll give you an answer in the morning.’
He walked Alli up to her room when the party started to die down. She held her shoes and purse in one hand, his hand in the other. It felt like the end of a first date, like he was bringing her home after they had just gone out for the first time. They stopped at her door and he leaned in to kiss her, his hand cupping her face.
“Come in,” Alli pulled her hand away to get the room key from her purse. He really wanted to go in and at the same time, he worried about going too fast and making things uncomfortable for her again.
“I probably shouldn’t,” Pete stuffed his hands in his pockets.
“Please, I want you to,” Alli insisted, swinging the door open. “I was sharing the room with Dotty the night before, but she is obviously going to be in the honeymoon suite tonight, so I have the place to myself. Leah’s got a room with her boyfriend.” She walked into the room and Pete followed her, against his better judgment. She closed the door, locking it, and then turned on the lamp on the dresser, setting her purse and shoes down.
“Alli, I really don’t want to mess things up again. I don’t want this to be just another hook-up followed by a year of us not seeing each other at all,” he confessed.
“I don’t want that either,” she shook her head, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing next weekend?” That made him smile.
“I don’t currently have any plans,” he leaned a shoulder against the wall, standing opposite her. Alli put her hands behind herself and leaned back on them.
“Maybe I could come out and see your new place? We could get dinner?” She offered.
“That sounds like an excellent idea.”
“Alright, then it’s a date,” she bit her lip, then patted the spot next to her on the bed. Pete came closer.
“What if you feel differently about this in the morning?” He really needed to not fuck it up this time.
“I just spent an entire year regretting the way I overreacted last time. I’m not gonna do that again.” That statement got him. He was down on the bed next to her, pulling Alli in to himself and kissing her like his life depended on it.
This felt good and right, like everything he wanted was coming to fruition. Her hands were on the buttons of his shirt, nimbly pulling them open. He reached for the back of her dress, trying to unhook the halter and unzip the back. She slipped out of her dress while he pulled off the white undershirt and then her hands were on his belt, unbuckling, unzipping, pushing his pants down along with his boxer briefs. He was entirely naked before she was. Alli was on the bed next to him, in black lace panties and a matching strapless bra while he was entirely naked. Her eyes sparkled as she stroked the length of his cock, looking as if she had something really naughty in mind. She shifted to her knees and leaned down over him, taking him into her mouth. Pete groaned, letting himself drop back onto the bed on his back.
Yeah, this definitely helped him feel as if he wasn’t pressuring her into anything. She was doing this because she wanted to and she was doing it so fucking well! Her mouth and her hand worked in tandem, stroking and licking and sucking, her mouth descending down onto his cock, the head of it rubbing along the roof of her mouth. He let himself enjoy Alli’s talented mouth for some time before he reached his hand between her legs to touch her. Her panties were damp where he pressed his fingers against them and he slid them aside to touch her slick folds. She leaned into his touch, moaning around his cock and it was almost too much.
“Holy shit, Alli, I can’t take much more of that, or I will come in your mouth,” he warned her. She pulled her mouth off of him, a smile spread over her lips.
“Is it good?” The tone with which she asked this was so innocent, so genuine, as if she really wasn’t sure how amazing what she was doing felt.
“It’s fucking fantastic,” he told her, while her hand continued to stroke his shaft. “But I’d rather not be done just yet. Come here.”
Alli shifted to lay down next to him on her side. He reached behind her, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. His fingers skated over her olive skin, from underneath her breast towards her hard, dark nipple. He lowered his head to circle it with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth. Alli let out a quiet moan, a sound that he had missed hearing. He switched to her other breast, flicking the hard nub with his tongue inside his mouth. Her skin tasted perfect, sweet and salty, as he covered her breasts with kisses. She still had her hand on his erection and he reached a hand down between her legs again. She was so wet and inviting, her clit so sensitive that she jerked involuntarily as soon as his fingers touched it. He wanted to be inside her, but he wanted it to be on her terms.
He kept his tongue working her pretty little nipples while he slipped two fingers inside her channel, pressing them in and pulling them back. It didn’t take long before Alli was pulling away from him, telling him she was going to get a condom. The fact that she brought them with her put a goofy grin on Pete’s face – she must have wanted this to happen, right?
She straddled him, ripping the wrapper open and unrolling the condom over his cock. Not that he needed to be any more turned on right then, but watching Alli do this was definitely arousing. She shifted to line herself up with his cock and carefully lowered herself onto it. The sound that emanated from her as she slid all the way down, settling down, was like honey.
“You feel so good,” Pete moved his hands up along her sides until they were caressing the sides of her breasts.
“You too,” she shifted position, lowering herself down towards his chest.
She slid her pussy up and down his cock at a just-right pace, grinding down into him deeply every time she reached the bottom of his shaft. He thrust from below, as he felt her searching for friction she needed on her clit. He wanted to reach between them and press his fingers against it, but just as he shifted his hand from her breast, she shuddered and closed her eyes.
“Oh God, yes,” the words came out through her teeth. He could feel her tighten around his cock as the waves of her orgasm rolled through. He pressed her further down onto his cock with his hands on her hips and she whimpered in response. He loved watching her come, the feel of her tremors around him.
When he felt her coming down from the height, he hugged her to himself and rolled her onto her side, then repositioned himself on his knees, raising her top leg straight up against his chest to drive into her at a new angle. Pete was able to press in deeper in this position, drawing new sounds out of Alli, and as he found his rhythm, he felt himself hitting the top of her channel. It didn’t take long after that for him to reach his climax. Among Alli’s staccato affirmation (yes, yes, yes!) he found himself emptying into the condom. The high of it rolled through his entire body.
“Are you ok?” She asked in a small voice and he realized that he’d been sitting there, pressed in deep as his erection was starting to deflate, just staring at her.
“Yeah, I’m… just…” he held up a thumbs up and Alli giggled.
They talked for a while, laying naked in bed under the covers, before they fell asleep. Alli told him that she had a really good feeling about this and that she didn’t think she’d freak out in the morning. He pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her, and told her that he really wanted to be with her, spend time with her, hold her like this, have her sleep in his bed. They finally fell asleep spooning and he couldn’t help himself, when he woke up in the early morning hours with his morning wood pressing into her back, to start things up again. He woke her up by sliding his fingers through her folds, eliciting groggy moans from Alli, until she opened up her legs for him and whispered to him where she left the box of condoms.
He had already rolled it on by the time he reached her on the bed, crawling over her body and sliding into her, slowly. It was a different pace this time, as he moved over her, kissing her jaw and her neck and whispering into her ear how amazing she felt. He snuck a thumb between them, circling her clit, and as Alli came apart, he joined her there, sharing in the release.
He had trouble falling back asleep after that, even though Alli passed right out, snuggled into his chest. He lay awake, noticing the remains of Alli’s hairdo from yesterday, the flowers still staying in somehow while strands have pulled out of the twists on either side of her face, framing it now. Pete never wanted to go that long without seeing her again. At this point, a year was completely unimaginable.
He might have drifted off at some point, if barely, but was pulled back to consciousness by the knocking on the door. Alli was out cold and he got out of bed, pulling on his boxer briefs and t-shirt as he made his way to the door.
Dotty stood there, along with her brand new husband, and she took a little step back when he cracked the door open. She looked back up at the door number and then back at him, a huge, bright grin spreading over her face.
“Oh my God, Pete!” She screeched, and he made a face at the shrillness of her voice. “I knew it! I knew it!” She was almost bouncing. She came closer and put her hands on his shoulders. “I was really rooting for you. You guys will be perfect together!” He smiled back at his newlywed friend. He hoped she was right.