Chapter 26: Shadow of His TouchThe door clicked shut behind me.
Sneaking out of the girl’s bedroom, I wore nothing but my boxers. The student apartment was quiet and dark. There were a few lights on in rooms across the pza beyond the window but otherwise all was silent and dark. I padded into the kit and found a beer in the fridge. Returning to the sofa, I sat with elbows on knees, dangling the bottle between my legs, and ehe solitude.
It wasn’t long before I heard another subtle click. Tom, sneaking out of the other bedroom. His efforts at being quiet were almost a parody a stealth. He was a big man taking exaggerated steps as he crept from his girl’s room, clothes in a bundle over his crotch, ass bare and pale as he crept backwards.
He saw me, and grinned, semi-fccid cock flopping as he hopped into his trousers. He was a big boy, Tom. Kept himself i shape, too. He settled o me on the sofa. I offered him the bottle. He took it and drank. We shared the beer in silence, passing it bad forth, watg as ohen another of the windows opposite went dark.
His teeth gleamed itle light remaining. “That was fun,” he said.
“What was her name?”
“Niamh?” His brow furrowed. “Eve?” He shrugged. “Does it matter?”
Another drink, and I held the bottle up. It was empty.
“Holly,” I said.
He looked at me.
“My girl,” I added.
“I got the pretty one,” he said.
“The oh big tits, you mean.”
Tom pulled on his shirt and tucked it into his trousers. “Same thing.”
I watched him get dressed. “Taking off?”
“You’re not?”
I stretched my arms across the back of the sofa. “No hurry.”
He shook his head. “I still don’t know how you did it.”
I closed my eyes. “Did what?”
“Get those girls t us home. To—do what they did. Together.”
“Two hot college girls,” I said, eyes still shut. “Two corporate hotshots. Fun times.”
I listeo him finish dressing. He sat o me again, the sofa wheezing under his weight. “Hey.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “You okay?”
And in memory, I said, yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I be? And he left, and I sat there for another hour in darkness before returning to the girl of the night, fug her one more time before leaving.
But in the dream the memory became, I wao say to him: no. And I wao tell him: this is as good as it gets. And I wao relive the moment with him in which two guys hit a bar and score with two sexy, young women and bring them home and fuck them side by side on a sofa, their tits swaying in syncopation with the thrusts of our cocks and their asses in the air and soft moans muffled by cushions.
And most of all I wao tell Tom: keep away from me, you’ll get hurt or worse, because someday I’ll see something and because of this night, and others like it before and after, I’ll face down a bad man to distract him from you and—
And I said none of this, of course, but then his hand shifted, its tenor ging as rather than a f weight he caressed the soft, bare skin of my shoulder. I shivered, as his thumb brushed my colrbone, and theroked my hair and cupped my breast. “Nice,” he said. “Could be bigger, though.”
His touch was at first tehen rougher. I felt his size over me. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me. He grinned his thousand-dolr smile. Those beautiful blue eyes glimmered with humour. He took me by both shoulder and pushed me bato the sofa. His legs worked their way between mine and with an easy motion he spread my knees. His cock stood tall and ready.
“I’ve always wao fuck you,” he said, and thrust into me.
With a gasp I woke in a room painted pink by the first light of dawn. Julia y curled up asleep uhe duvet. I shuddered a my heart pound. Laying there for the length of several long breaths, I felt the wakiy of breasts and long hair and slender shoulders. I could still feel the shadow of his touy skin and the impossible sense of him—peing me. But eventually, even the final traces of the dream faded too, and I slipped bato a fitful and short sleep.
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