One Night Stand… Again — Rachael LeFavre

I’m all fucked up again. I want him like a drug addict wants a fix.

I don’t think its love that keeps me coming back. This scene is a perversion of love. I’m standing in the parking lot, freezing my ass off, and deciding if I’m sane. He’s here all right, and I can’t wait to see him. My heart is racing at my deception. I wish this was my real world, I wish he was safe for me; I want him in my life. He’s just a ghost from my past that moves in and out of the shadows that my reality throws off.  It’s been a year, and I’ve fought this need for him all this time. Convenient timing allows this tryst and I’m loving my freedom to move. We communicate with caution, then with the trust of old friends. Three hours and more beers pass the time and the conversation turns to our potential future. It would be so easy to fall into the groove of the fantasy, but I know my subject matter the only way eleven years can reveal the truth behind the myths.

He is talking and I’m watching his mouth. I’m not listening really; I just want to kiss him. I drift into fantasy and I want to straddle his lap in the bar and shock the intellectuals around us. I’m biting his neck and licking his earlobes, moving my fingers through his hair, riding him and performing for everyone. He pulls off my sweater and sucks my nipples through the silk of my bra, grabbing handfuls of my hair and returning the attention to my neck. His lips are like kissing velvet, and I’m so wet from the motion of my cunt against the seam of my jeans. He is so hot from my lap dance that he picks me up and pulls off the rest of my clothes. Our audience is transfixed with our unbridled lust, and no one moves to stop us. I pull his shorts off, and lovingly nuzzle his cock and balls. I take him in my mouth, and work with a grace and movement that makes him shake and moan. The crowd is dissolving now; fade to black as the push for sweet release takes over. I suck him and feel the veins in his cock throb for my mouth. His hands are in my thick hair, pulling and making me move faster, and faster. I pull back my head and lick my lips for him. His eyes are closed and his breathing is short. He wants it from me; he needs to be inside of me now. I need him inside of me now. I position myself straddled across his hips, and sway to find the right spot. With one deliberate move he is in me, and we both moan with the familiar sensation of flesh on flesh. His arms are around my waist, and my mouth is on his neck. We’re finding a rhythm now, and the intensity is building. My fire and wetness is spilling over him, and I move to control myself from coming too quickly. He opens his eyes and we see each other now, holding on and feeling the heat between us. I let go and let myself come. He sees my release and holds on tightly. I feel him wash through my insides as we rock together quietly and so intensely.

He asks me if I’d like another, and I smile contentedly. Only then do I see he means another beer, and that my dreamtime is over. There are no shocked faces, only conversation and classical music. One more for the road, we decide, one more to go home and make the fantasy real. I would love to love him freely, with trust and respect. I’m afraid of him, I’m afraid he lies to lull me into vulnerability. I know what I’m doing though, this is my dance. I go home with him because I want to, and because it feels right. I know again what to expect, and yet it gives me a perverse pleasure to see him spinning the web for me. Maybe someday it will be right and I’ll know what he needs to be real.

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This is Rachael’s second story published here on Every Night Erotica, read Indoor Sports.

Rachael Lefavre grew up on a steady, but covert diet of Erica Jong, Judy Blume (after she read Are You There God? of course) and Harold Robbins, among other pioneers of erotic fiction. After her erotic poetry was published in 2002 by the Canadian Literary magazine NASTY, she tried her hand at longer works of prose and passionate encounters. She lives and writes in the Rocky Mountain west, enjoying the beauty of the natural world, and others.