This story seems to be developing into at least five chapters, maybe more. This second part focuses on the immediate hours after the events of Part 1. Be warned; there's less graphic sex in this chapter but it does set up the story for more of the hot stuff later on in Parts 3, 4 & 5, although from a different angle.
If you're not interested in reading anything other than the base sex, some of my other stories I've posted on this site might be more suited to your taste. But I'm hoping this story can allow me to dig a bit deeper with my attempts at writing. I'm grateful for any comments and encouragement about writing, particularly from you that I correspond with.
Hope you enjoy reading ...
*****
Lucy kissed me on the cheek. I stood there with a dumb grin plastered across my face. I don't think I'd moved a centimetre since she finally gave up nibbling on what was now the somewhat flaccid cock she'd left dangling between my legs.
It was a sweet kiss from an awesome girl.
'Gosh' she'd said after swallowing the almighty ejaculation that had been stirring within me for - let's be honest - the whole of the evening since she'd first said hello in the bar.
I loved the way she'd said that.
'Gosh'.
Sometimes that's all it takes - one simple word.
It was the culmination of an incredible evening. I can't even begin to tell you how good I felt. Awesome is not the word. And I should know, cos I say it all the time!
Anyway, incredible is a better one but let's just say endorphins were surfing through my whole body - and I didn't even live within a barrel wave of the sea.
I stood there grinning like an idiot. Lucy lolled her head, then bent down and pulled up the trousers and boxers that were slumped around my ankles, leaving me to zip up and buckle my belt while she turned to the sink to wash off the streak of cum I'd deposited on her face only a couple of minutes before. Then she squeezed some toothpaste onto a brush and cleaned her teeth and waved me off back to the living room where Marco and Toby were sitting on the big leather sofa.
They were both fully dressed. And both sat either side of where Lucy had been when the fun had kicked off. Kicked off, kicked in and finished off. Well, apart from the best bit in the bathroom.
The way they were sitting - and strangely enough, their silence - spoke volumes. The empty space between seemed to glow. Honestly. It was like hallowed ground that no-one wanted to disturb.
Then Marco looked up and said a taxi was on its way.
***
I stood like an idiot, still grinning like a fool while the awkward post-sex silence enveloped me. I took a step toward the sofa, thinking I'd sit too, but then something - a feeling - told me not to. Just like Marco and Toby, I couldn't bring myself to occupy the sacred space either.
Then Lucy came out the bathroom. Toby patted the worn brown leather in the space next to him. Just lightly, almost an un-noticable gesture. Except that everyone saw it. As clear as daylight. Sometimes it's the small things that say the most. There was only one owner of that space. And that was a girl called Lucy. We all knew it. We all understood.
Then Toby's ring-tone burst into life. Some terrible AOR motif. Marco shot me a smirk.
'Ya ... ya ... yup ... ya ... coming down now' said Toby loudly, standing up and moving idly over to the draped window.
Seemed like our chariot awaited.
Lucy opened the door for us. Seeing us out like a perfect lady.
'Ya, gosh ... thanks so much. Fab time' she said like we'd just popped by for tea and biscuits and a game of scrabble.
'Yeah, er ... thanks Lucy. See you' said Marco loafing off down the hallway.
I stopped to let him walk on.
Then I turned to Lucy and said 'Hey, Lucy. Give me your phone number. Stay in touch, yeah?'
'Oh ... er ... ya, definately' she said and turned back to the room to find her cell and give me the one-buzz call.
Then I left. But not before calling out peanut-brain. 'Hey Toby ... great taste in sofas - shit taste in music' I teased, triumphantly, shooting a pointed finger in the direction of his phone.
Last thing that stuck in my mind as I left was the sarcastic snort that erupted from his nasal cavity.
Yep. That and the quick peck on the cheek Lucy gave me before silently closing the door.
Double awesome.
***
The ride home was weird. Me and marco were silent almost all the way, looking out the passenger windows from oppsite sides of the back seat. Silent except to confirm addresses to the driver, a middle-aged baldy bloke who smelled of fags. Cigarette fags, not gay people fags. Just to clear that up. He was a good driver though - the baldy guy - driving smoothly through the night-time traffic as we eased our way through town, gazing at the tall buildings, listening to the middle of the road jazz that played quietly on his car radio. God I felt good.
Then, just like we could read each others minds me and Marco looked at each other and laughed. Marco raised his hand, palm face up in a high-five. I slapped it. 'Had a good night boys?' asked the baldy driver looking in the rear view mirror.
'Ya' said Marco, a nano-second later, with a fake posh accent and we cracked up in a fit of boyish giggles. Two twenty-two year old kids.
As if all that had happened at peanut-brain's hadn't been enough, when I got home after dropping Marco off another awesome thing happened. Not in the same league of awesomeness as with Lucy. But still awesome.
What happened was, after I'd got back to my place, I went to use the toilet. Well, not right away because first I'd gone straight to my room. Usually I'd go to the living room and have a chat with my flatmate before crashing out. Either that or go to the kitchen with good intentions of washing up the dirty plates in the sink. Not that I actually ever did that.
But tonight the lights were off and everything was dark and quiet. Eric must have crashed early. I knew he wasn't out cos I'd seen his boots by the front door when I'd come in. Well, caught a whiff of them actually. To be honest about it.
I didn't want to wake Eric so I'd gone straight to my room, stripped off and got into bed, lying looking up at the ceiling, grinning with self-satisfaction.
I felt like I was floating on air.
Then I couldn't resist it. I messaged Lucy.
I didn't get a reply, not straight away. I don't know if I even expected one to be honest. She was probably asleep. I just wanted to keep the contact going I suppose. But anyway, not entirely sure of what to say I wrote 'That was awesome. Thanks. Hope we get to catch up again sometime' then pressed send.
Then I felt like a right bozo.
Because straight away the screen of my phone lit up. It was a number I didn't know. But I kind of had a feeling about who it was. I opened the message anyway.
'She's asleep' it read.
***
Peanut-brain. He wasn't as stupid as I gave him credit for.
What was I thinking? Lucy was Toby's girlfriend. Toby with the posh talk and the posh flat and the chiselled body. Toby with loads of money. Toby the rugger-boy. With the impressive cock.
The guy who'd just caught me out.
