Sweet Goodbyes

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” April said, cuddling with you on the bed. “At least for a while. The assistant they assigned me said they’d come around 9 AM.”

“I wish I could stay,” you said. You were propped up on the plush pillows, both of your waists and lower under the sheets. April had cleaned herself up a little, and you’d slipped into the bathroom as well to at least wipe the sweat off of yourself before she’d summoned you to the bed. Now she was resting her head against your shoulder much like Hannah often did, except that April’s glorious tits were bare.

And the two of you had done it.

Sex, the final frontier.

“You work tomorrow though,” April guessed, and you nodded.

The two of you held each other for a long moment of comfortable silence.

“What now?” you asked.

“You mean what happens after you leave this bed?”

“I mean, do you want to keep seeing me? Because - and maybe I’m breaking the rules of dating or something by night waiting three days - but I want to see you again. I want to keep seeing you. Dating. And… this.”

April chuckled. “You want to fuck me? Over and over?”

“God, yes,” you laughed.

“I want to keep seeing you too,” April said. Then she sat up and turned, sitting with her legs crossed under her as she looked at you intently and held your hand in both of hers. “I wasn’t teasing you earlier, or just trying to get at your mammoth cock, baby. You really did sweep me off my feet with our date. I’m ready to see what a relationship with you would be like.”

“But how would that work?” you asked. “Long distance?”

April quirked an eyebrow. “Where do you think I live?”

You blinked and then sighed. “I guess I just assumed you lived in Los Angeles, or near it, since you do all of your voice-over work.”

April smiled. “Sometimes I’m there for up to a few weeks at a time,” she said. “But I grew up here, and when I’m not off doing a voice-over gig I crash at my parent’s place out in the suburbs. So sometimes I’m in LA, or Montreal, or Vancouver, or New York. But at least half the time I’m here, curled up at home.”

“Please tell me your room isn’t in the basement,” you chuckled.

“No, I’m not a basement-dwelling nerd,” she giggled, then changed her voice to a lower, raspy one. “How do you kill that which has no life?”

You snorted at the South Park reference. “God, you’re the perfect woman.”

“And you’re the perfect man,” she said, then she bit her lip and grinned. “And I want to prove to you that I’m for real about wanting to be your girlfriend because I know when you get home you’ll be pinching yourself and asking if this is real because you don’t think you deserve it.” She scrambled out from under the covers and walked, naked, out to the little sitting area of the suite and returned with her phone. She crawled up the bed and pulled the sheets down from your waist, revealing your cock. She gave it a little kiss and smirked up at you, then rolled over onto her back between your legs and laid her head down on your hip. She moved your flaccid cock so that it was resting over her shoulder and lifted her phone, taking a picture of herself with your cock. Then she rolled back onto her stomach and sucked the head into her mouth, and took another picture of herself like that.

“There,” she said, giving your cock another kiss before crawling back up the bed. She had you give her your number, and you heard your phone go off in your pocket somewhere else in the room. “Now you have nudes of me, with your cock. I trust you, Ollie. And I want you.”

For some reason that made your heart hurt, and you leaned forward and pulled her into a hug so that she wouldn’t see you tearing up.

Eventually, you really did need to leave, and the two of you separated and you got dressed quickly, still not comfortable with yourself even if April was happy with you. In the back of your mind you were swearing that now, finally, you were going to do something real about your weight loss.

April delighted in following you to the door of her hotel room in the buff, and there you pulled her into a kiss that made her moan against your lips as you grasped one of her breasts with one hand and her ass with the other.

“You’re amazing,” you said.

“So are you,” she grinned back, then kissed my chin. “Be safe, and text me when you get home?”

“I will,” you promised

She wasn’t daring enough to reveal herself in the open doorway, but she peeked around the corner of the door with a big smile on her face as you stepped into the hallway.

“Goodbye for now, Ollie,” she said.

“Goodbye for now, April,” you replied. Then you went back into the doorway and kissed her again as she smiled against your lips. It took you a long moment to step away, and her a moment to shut the door.

You were grinning like a fool. Grinning more than you could ever remember grinning in your life. Halfway down the hallway, on complete instinct because it wasn’t something you’d done since you were a kid, you kicked into a skip down the corridor to the elevator.

You had sex. You had a girlfriend. She was amazing.

Wow.

It wasn’t until you reached the lobby that you realized that you’d left your car back at the restaurant, and you were going to be competing with the Bar crowd for an Uber back to it.

Ah, fuck it, you shrugged as you ordered it up. I just had sex.

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