Went after her

I ran into the office. Maggie sat with her feet up on the desk. “Give me the keys!”

“Huh? The keys to what?”

“The van. The bus. The truck. Anything. I have to chase down Amanda.”

Deb stepped into the office, “Don’t give him the keys to anything. He isn’t a valid driver.”

I looked at the little woman. I wanted to snap on her. Yell at her for making Amanda leave.

Instead I ran out the door. Grabbed the bike. Pedaled hard.

Down the road. Past the endless trees. The lake. Up the hill. Until sweat poured down me.

I pedaled into the bar parking lot, hoping I saw the white bmw parked. No such luck.

I went into the bar. Ask the bartender. “Can I borrow your car?”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know.”

“Afraid I can’t let you borrow it then.”

I chugged some water. Got back on the bike. Rolled into Augusta as it turned dark. My eyes searching every parking lot for the white BMW.

I stopped at a gas station. Riled through an atlas. Found every hotel and motel in the area. Pedaled to everyone.

I prayed she stopped in Augusta. Get herself situated. Didn’t drive down to Portland or Boston. Heaven forbid New York.

I found the BMW parked outside a motel room. Boxes still filling the backseat.

I hoped she parked right in front of her room.

Middle of the night, I knocked on a seemingly random motel room door.

I knocked again.

The door cracked. Not even enough for the safety chain to go taunt. Amanda peered out the crack at me. “Go away.”

Not even a ‘How’d you find me?’

I put my foot in the door. “You said it wasn’t a one time thing. You said it was a beginning.”

“I was drunk and horny. What I said can’t be used against me.”

“You promised me a second date in a hotel room. Let me in.”

She closed the door enough to release the chain then opened for me.

She looked rough. Her hair a wild mess. It looked like she had spent the day drinking then passed out in the bed with her clothes and makeup still on. She growled heading over to the bed, “You fucking stink.”

“I rode the bike like 30 miles.”

“Take a shower.”

I did. When I came out, she had a little coffee pot brewing. It looked like she had tried to brush her hair. She couldn’t wash the exhaustion from her face.

I stepped out with just the towel around my waist. “I don’t imagine you have any clothes my size.”

She shrugged, “I can see if this motel had a Lost and Found.”

“I’ll stay naked,” I said and sat down on the bed next to her. “You were just going to leave me.”

She nodded, “Yes. And that’s what I’m going to do tomorrow when I wake up sober.”

I had to change her mind. I couldn’t lose her so quickly.

I put my arm around her.

She got up and poured herself some coffee. “You’re not going to change my mind.”

I didn’t say anything.

“You just want to get in the car with me? Go where ever I’m going? Hey Mom, hey Dad. I’m here to crash for a few days. By the way this is my 18 year old boyfriend. He doesn’t have a job or home either.”

I couldn’t argue. That was my plan. Fo where ever she went. Have a life together.

“I know you think you love me. But it’s just infatuation. You don’t really know me.”

“I never said I loved you.”

“You rode a bike thirty miles to stop a woman from leaving and you don’t love her?”

When she put it like that…

“Fine. I do love you. I care about you. I can’t let you go like that. With a wave out the window?” I shook my head. “Not like that.”

“How do you want it to end?” She asked. “Because it’s going to end.”

I leaned over and kissed her. Her breath was horrible. I didn’t care. This was my last opportunity with this woman.

She kissed me back. Set down her coffee. Rubbed her hands on my bare arms.

If this was the last time, I wanted it to be her best.

I kissed and moved her up the bed. Stripping her. My mouth replacing her clothes.

She sighed as I sucked a nipple. I cupped her other full breast and squeezed. She watched me. Was that love in her eyes or just lust?

“Your tits are incredible.” I’d been fucking young college girls all summer and these were by far the best boobs I’d encountered.

“I like when you suck them.”

Her nipple between my teeth I smiled up at her.

Kissed down her stomach. Pulled off her pants. Buried my face between her legs. She spread them wide and watched me work. Her brown eyes only closing when I flicked her clit.

My fingers joined my tongue. I had her rolling back and forth in orgasm. I needed to give her a reason to keep me around. If it was just for my tongue, I would accept that.

Her hands gripped into my hair trying to pull me away. She finally succeeded. Pulled me into an intense kiss. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

She spread her legs, stared down at my throbbing cock. I got up to get a condom. She grabbed my cock, “No! Just put it in me!”

All her advice about staying safe. All her disgust at me fucking other girls. Thrown out the window when my cock head was pressed against her dripping entrance.

I didn’t let her chance her mind. I pushed my cock inside her sweet pussy.

“Oh sweet Jesus I love you.”

My cock destroyed her filter. I filled her. She couldn’t think about anything else. The stretch. The pleasure. The young stud above her staring into her eyes.

She pulled me into a passionate kiss while I slowly thrust in and out of her. Her legs wrapped around my back, her ankles locked to together.

Maybe it’s because I cared about her, loved her in my 18 year old mind, but her pussy felt satisfying. The exact thing my addiction was looking for. Warm wet snatch that squeezed my cock, but took it all. That plus the emotional connect was it—what I was yearning for.

She arched her back, her hips tilted, my cock pushed deeper into her. She moaned, “Oh god. I’ve never felt a dick like this.”

I watched her beautiful face in ecstasy. In the moment, focused on the pleasure my cock was sending through her body.

She came from missionary a couple times. Gasping between kisses that my cock was making her come again.

I pushed myself up on my hands. Looked down on the beautiful goddess who looked in bliss and exhausted at the same time. I said, “I know it’s not romantic, but I gotta fuck you feom behind. Your ass is just too nice for me not to enjoy.”

She rolled over obediently. Wiggled her ass for me. Moaned when I put it in again. Reached back. Massaged my balls. Begged, “Fuck me hard. Fill me.”

Fuck her ex. She wasn’t a dead fish. He just had a little dick. She couldn’t feel him.

I gripped her plump cheeks. Thrusted hard. Clapped her ass. Sent her into a cheap motel pillow biting frenzy. Thrusting so hard my balls swang and slapped her clit.

I didn’t even ask. I took control. Slapped her ass. Pulled back her hair. Pumped cum into her pussy.

She felt me throbbing. “Yes! Fill me!”

I didn’t take it out. Let her have all my cum. Laid down next to her spooning my dick still in her. My arms around her in a hug.

“I love you.”

She moaned. My girth still rubbing her clit. “I love you.”

She fell asleep in my arms. Filled with cum. Covered in sweat.

I held on tightly. I didn’t want to wake up alone in the morning. I wanted to hold on to this perfect woman forever.