Science Ch 22

Under the circumstances, nothing feels better than a long day of work. Everyone’s out, everyone’s calmer—maybe this whole thing was like an illness, and you just needed time to let it get through your system. You keep working even when the others get home. You hear them in the kitchen, you smell food, and you keep an eye on the group text. There’s definitely a sense of relief in the air, and that’s when you notice a problem: disappointment. Everyone’s glad, but nobody’s celebrating. Maybe because it’s too soon to celebrate, or maybe because however awkward it might have been, what’s happened has been exciting.

Your family’s never had much adventure, especially since the divorce. Your idea of an spicy development is getting to watch Riley Jameson on the StairMaster. Nothing ever really happens in Gurlberg. Or maybe it’s because these past few weeks have included some of the biggest, most satisfying orgasms of your life.

Relief outweighs everything else. You used to like sex, and it would be nice to get back to that. Not like what’s been going on, but sex you could feel good about. Or at least not feel guilty about. The orgasms are big, sure. But so is the baggage, not to mention the haunting. You need a break from all this, and for the first time in a bit, you feel clearheaded enough to take one.

You take your phone out of your pocket. It’s late, but probably not too late.

IT’S NOT US!

“Ow! Ow! Ow!”

Everything comes to a screeching halt.

Underneath you lies a naked, flushed Kayla Jameson. You’re buried to the hilt in her, panting in her face as things really heat up—except she just gripped your back with both hands and all her nails. She’s never scratched you up, but you’re already wounded.

You hiss and pull out. “Ouch. Ouch.”

“Sorry,” she says, sitting up. Even in less overtly sexy positions, she is a vision. This cheap motel just outside town is by most measures horrible, but Kayla lives at home and right now so do you—and you didn’t want to do it in your car. You wanted to do it right. It was going pretty well for a minute there. Terrible or not, the motel lamps have a flatteringly soft glow. Kayla’s huge boobs, wide hips, and even her little tummy rolls combine with her disheveled hair to put you under a spell. You need her so totally that it feels like your heart will stop.

It’s different from what you’ve felt at the house with your family. It’s different from what hit you at the food pantry. It’s normal. It’s right.

But now you’re in pain.

“I’m sorry,” you say, cringing.

“OK, you have to tell me who fucked up your back. I want to meet her.”

“I don’t think you do,” you reply.

She looks you up and down and bites her lip. “Whatever. You going to the ER?”

“No.” You laugh and put your hand around your cock. She hops up on all fours. Kayla has a bigger butt than anyone in your family. This view would stop anyone’s brain.

You grab her and guide it in, quickly escalating to vigorous, bedspring squealing speed. Kayla’s flesh ripples beautifully, and her sexy little yelps are loud and sharp as you fuck her.

“Oh my god.” You grunt and caress her fleshy hips, then dig your fingers in and pound her. You’re wearing a condom. You feel incredible. You don’t have a care in the world as you admire her freckled back and majestically jiggling buttocks.

“Flynn! Oh fuck. Fuck,” she whines, dropping her lower half and lifting her ass higher. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

You give her ass a slap, and she tightens up on you. You feel like yourself again, and you missed this.