The Coolest Guy

By on May 2, 2014 in Stories | 0 comments

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She calls my name, loud and clear. “I’m gonna come,” she says, “Move your mouth away.” I look up, my eyes giving her a “no way” look, my tongue on her clit. And then she moans and convulses, flooding my mouth with squirt, while I lap at her pussy greedily, not letting her go for a second.

The voices and steps behind the door grow louder. It’s closing time. “Shall we take this to my place?” I ask. She looks at me, her eyes sad for an instant. “Oh, I understand,” I say. “You need to go back to him.”

“I don’t need to,” she replies, “And I’d love spending the night with you, but it wouldn’t be cool. I told him I’d be back.”

I walk her home. We talk books, movies, projects, and travels around the world. I kiss her goodbye on her doorstep. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” I say, smiling. And I keep smiling all the way to my bed.

Day after, boys’ big steak lunch. Her boyfriend, whom I hadn’t met yet, is there. Over coffee and drinks, he comes over to where I sit.

“It’s so good to meet you,” he says. “You know, she came home last night all excited talking about you, and all I could think was, man, this guy must be really cool if she liked him so much.”

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