A Magnificent Bastard

"Turn over," I ordered her, and Rachel whimpered again as she obeyed. She rolled to her left and then drew her knees up to underneath her body, raising her ass for me.

As I rolled a fresh condom onto my cock, I admired the roundness of her butt, the perfectly shaped yoga-ness of it. I ran my finger along the cleft of her left buttock then slid it between her ass and her foot, lifting her up slightly to keep her level with my cock as I kneeled behind her.

Again, I brushed the warm edges of her pussy with the tip of my cock, and again Rachel whimpered at the contact, but I elected not to tease her this time. I just slid my cock up and down to nudge her lips apart then slid in easily, letting myself fill her one more time.

We didn't talk to each other on this second bout. We just fucked. Just long, slow strokes to let ourselves enjoy this moment. No rush, no urgency, just sex.

I don't know for how long we fucked, but I could see outside my window that the light was fading as afternoon passed to an early winter's evening. Below me, I could hear Rachel's breathing start to change pace as her arousal peaked and ebbed. She wasn't coming per se, but it sounded like she was having mini explosions of pleasures.

"Uh - huh - uh --- uhhhnnn - yes - yes - yesssss - ohhhh - oh - oh - oh - uhhhnnn - God."

Eventually I realized that my knees were getting tired in this position, so I ran my thumb over the cleft of her ass again, and then down into the valley between her pussy and her asshole, which drove her wild. Then I sped myself up, slamming into her with more force and vigor, until I could feel the tip of my cock tingle with the urge to release. Rachel's breathing was starting to pick up too, and I just tried to squeeze my eyes and hold my come for a few seconds more. Soon. Soon. She's almost there just, wait, wait. Oh god.

I'm not sure if I lasted until she came or if the sensation of my cock erupting into the condom buried in her pussy was what got Rachel over the edge, but we had another shared orgasm together, and I wound up collapsing on her in a sweaty, sticky mess. Again, we were quiet, and just catching our breath, before Rachel wiped the sweaty hair off her eyes and said, "fuck, Jake. Well done. I don't think I've ever gotten someone to come with me twice in a row."

"Well, to tell the truth, I don't think I've ever been able to come as easily with anyone else. We ... um ... fit well together."

"Yeah, I guess we do. Are you hungry?"

"Getting there. I can whip up something from the fridge. I've got some leftover roast chicken and mashed potatoes that I can reheat, and maybe toss a salad together."

"You look good, fuck amazingly, and you cook. How the hell are you still single?"

"I'm picky. I was going to ask the same about you, but I think you may have the same answer."

"I need to use the bathroom one more time, but once I'm done, I'll join you in the kitchen and help with the salad."

With that, she got up and fished around for her panties and slipped them on. Then, without even asking, she grabbed my shirt and slid her arms into it. Shaking my head, I fetched my pants and walked into the kitchen.

I do have to say that I liked the way my shirt hung on her frame, especially since she left it unbuttoned and let me see the alluring valley between her breasts, the soft curve of her belly and the way her pale legs seemed to go on for forever with little to hide them. I set out the contents of my vegetable crisper: a bag of baby spinach, some carrots and an onion, along with balsamic vinegar and olive oil.

"Do you have any cheese?" she asked as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"blue or cheddar?"

"Ooh, blue please. Blue cheese and spinach always goes well."

So, we had a small dinner to ourselves with chicken, mashed potatoes and a spinach, blue cheese salad.

"Remind me," I asked, "when do you fly out again?"

"You mean, 'how long do you have me for?' I've got a red-eye back to the East Coast at 8pm tomorrow. Were you still going to go to your New Year's Eve party?" she asked.

"Yes, but it's one that my friends always hold, and I honestly don't know if I'll be missing anything if I don't make it this year."

"Yeah, I kind of feel like I got my quota of catching up with friends the last couple of days. I mean, Gatsby is a fun theme, but I'm sure next year will be awesome as well."

"So ..."

"Yes ..."

"... I take it we're staying in."

"... and banging each other until neither of us can walk? Sounds like a perfectly fun plan to me."

"Certainly a great way to start the new year. Here, give me a sec."

I got up and walked over to my liquor cabinet, and pulled out my bottle of Laphraoig, and two glasses.

"Here," I said, "so you know that my offer of scotch was not just a pretext."

"I was going to say, if I didn't know I better I was beginning to suspect that you were asking me over just to have sex. I'm glad that the scotch was sincere."

"Well, then, to precocious young things with a fine taste for well aged products."

"Cheers to that."

We actually talked for a bit over dinner, sharing stories of growing up and moving around, of attending school and figuring out what we wanted. I told her more about my ex, and she told me about the first boy who broke her heart. I think, we both knew that we were only going to have this one night, and somehow that wiped out all of our barriers and guards. As the hour got late, Rachel excused herself and got up to find her coat amidst the trail of clothing that we had littered in my apartment. She walked back to the kitchen counter with her phone in her hand.

"I'm just texting Megan, my friend with the party, to let her know that I'm ok but I'm passing on the party."

"Does she know that you were meeting me?"

"Just that I was meeting a friend from work. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Though I am kind of tempted to send a pic to Tammy just to fuck with her."

"You can be such a guy, sometimes."

"What, just because I'm telegraphing my sexual conquests, and swearing like a sailor? Get with the times, grandpa, women have been extolling about getting some ever since Anthony and Cleopatra. Stevie Nicks? Anais Nin? that Countess whatever from Dangerous Liaisons who was played by Sarah Michelle Gellar in that movie?"

"Quit while you're ahead, young'un."

"Just sayin', ain't no shame in my game."

"Didn't intend there for to be. I think the liberated, confident sex kitten act is kind of refreshing."

"Speaking of which," she pulled up close, looked me in the eye and fixed me with her intense sapphire stare, "are you done yet?"

I kept my gaze level and fixed as I smiled. "I was thinking of dessert. Maybe cherries with cream."

"Oooh ... well, you can't have my cherry, but you can have the box that it came in."

I chuckled and then leaned forward and kissed her. I could feel Rachel's fingers dancing on the edge of my waist, teasing me closer. I let my hands slip upwards, into the gap left by my unbuttoned shirt, dancing along her fluttering her belly, and up to the delicate curve of the underside of her breasts. I stood and she rose with me, then I walked her back into a bare wall of my kitchen, and as I pinned against the surface, I let my lips trace down her jaw, to her neck, her collarbone, the outer edge of a breast and the center line of her stomach. My fingers led the way and glided down to the top of her underwear, hooking the band in my thumbs as my lips and tongue slowly kissed their way downwards. I could hear Rachel gasp deliciously as I peeled the fabric down and away, letting my tongue trace it's way from her waist down to the edge of her labia, kissing the hood of her clit, flattened and dormant but rising to the occasion.

And then there was the heady scent of her and the rich taste of of her arousal. I let my tongue dance along her edges, letting the flower of her womanhood blossom beneath me as she beckoned me further with her female nectar, and as my tongue slid deeper in, I could feel Rachel's hands slide into my hair, gripping and flexing as she let herself slip into the throes of pleasure. I reveled in the sounds of her, in her faint mewling and moaning, and the husky breathing that swept into her as her arousal built up. My hands cradled her hips and ass, and my nose was filled with her luscious aroma.

I let my tongue glide along the outer edges of her lips in long, lazy orbits, then when I felt her clit emerge from its sanctum, I started to flick that with every circle that I made around her vagina. I smiled to myself as each of these made Rachel's panting sound more urgent, and when, after another flick of my tongue, I felt her hands press me closer, I just focused on her clit, on that little volcano of pleasure that lay at the core of her. I let my tongue slide around the underside and top of it, darting around her until her moaning was as fast as my movements, building, growing and getting more urgent, until finally it arrived.

Rachel's explosion of pleasure was a gusher of liquid, flowing out from the deepest corners of her desire. It caught me in a flood, an eruption of lust that I couldn't help but devour. Her legs had pinned me to her groin, and her hands held my mouth fast against her female sex geyser. I rode out her spasms and her moaning, until her body relaxed and collapsed around me, sliding down like a rag doll to join me on my knees on the kitchen floor.

Her face was a painting of contentment and satisfaction, and I planted a couple of soft kisses on her as she leaned against me. "Mmm..." she sighed, "I have told you that you're a bastard, right?"

"I believe you have, yes."

"You smell like sex."

"I smell like you."

"That's probably true. I don't think I can walk."

"I'm sure that will pass, but, here" I swept my arms underneath her, "let me help you."

"ooh," she cooed as she wrapped her arms around my neck, "that's kind of romantic of you."

"Selfish, really. I'd fuck you on the kitchen floor, but the tile won't be good for our knees."

"Always so pragmatic."

I dumped her on my bed, with Rachel giggling as she rolled around in my sheets while I crawled in next to her. We started kissing again, and I felt her roll on top of me, then kissing her way down. "I believe that I owe you a favor, " she whispered.

With anticipation, I felt her warm breath on my cock, and I groaned as I felt myself surrounded by her warm, tasty mouth, but then I heard her gag and rise up.

"I'm sorry," she said, " I tried, but I've never developed a taste for condom cock."

"Is that an actual thing?"

"The taste of latex and dried lube on a cock? You bet like hell it's a thing, and you can thank demure little girls for sparing you from that little factoid. Fortunately," she said as she straddled me with one hand on my semi-flaccid prick, "I have a little backup plan."

With that Rachel lowered herself on to me, letting her wet pussy lips glide across the underside of my shaft. It felt magnificent. She smiled as she felt the results of her plan, and groaned again as I reached up to caress her breasts.

"Hey," she said as she felt me approaching my full stiffness, "I know that we're trying to be safe, but what if I told you that I put on a diaphragm when I first came to your apartment."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she said, "I appreciate you wanting to wear condoms, but I want to feel you. I want to feel all of you."

"So do I."

Rachel closed her eyes at that, and, still holding my cock in hand, raised herself up and put herself in position. I heard her inhale, then she took in held her breath and then she let me inside of her.

"Oh, God" she said.

"Oh, yes."

I let her ride me like that for a while, content to feel her hips cycle up and down on my prick, while my hands caressed her hair and curves. Then Rachel leaned forward, bracing herself against the headboard of my bed and leaving her breasts to dangle above my lips. I let my hands run along the ridge of her spine as I felt her movements shift from short and fast to longer and drawn out, riding the entire length of my prick as she let another smaller climax wash over her.

"Oh, Jake, you're so good. Fucking you is so fucking good."

"Oh, yeah, baby, don't stop. Just keep it up."

"Come for me, baby, just give it all in. I want to feel it all."

I put my hands on her hips, flexing my grip as I started to whip my cock up into her, slamming her with the full length of my cock as I worked myself up into a frenzy. Rachel had buried her face into her arms, pressed above me on my headboard as she just stopped talking, losing words for moans, sentences for fascinating shudders in her mesmerizing body. Then there was the tingle in my cock as the combination of heat and liquid in her pussy did their work. Then there was my heat, my come and my orgasm, flooding her, dowsing her in my lust.

I don't think Rachel came that time, but she still looked quite satisfied, and as we both came off the high of sex, I felt her collapse on me and whisper, "you don't know how many times I've dreamed of this happening. Because you're a magnificent bastard."

We passed out then, but I remember being woken up at some point later in the evening. The clock next to my bed read 11:50, and Rachel's mouth was surrounding my cock again, sucking me back to arousal.

"Oh," I said "hi."

"Hi." I could see her smile in the darkness. "I didn't want us to miss the moment."

"Well, thank you for a splendid wake up."

"My pleasure. Ready to ring in the New Year with some fireworks?"

"Certainly," I said, rolling over as Rachel slid up next to me. Soon we arranged ourselves so I was on top of her again, placing myself between her legs, and my hand on my cock, guiding itself once more into her insatiable little pussy.

"Ooh, yes, Jake."

I felt her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in for another kiss as I started thrusting into her again. Her legs had spread wider as I went deeper, and I soon found myself holding her ankles, pushing her legs back and wider, as I thrust more deeply into her voracious vagina.

"You're such a hot, little fuck, Rachel."

"And, you're an amazing stud. Such a good cock. Such a ... fuck ... good night."

"I'm going to miss you."

I could tears appearing at the corner of her eyes. "Asshole," she whispered and she locked her legs around me, pinning me to her as she let me fuck her deeper and harder.

"Just one more time," she said, "one more to remember us by. Give it to me."

And with a groan I slammed my cock into her and let myself come, a gesture that she greeted with an orgasm of her own and for a few brief seconds, we pressed ourselves together like we could become one being. No Rachel, no Jake, just two lovers joined in one singular moment of pleasure.

But then, like all things, that also faded, and we relaxed into each other's arms once more, and I could feel myself passing out with my cock still inside her. But before my consciousness left me, I just whispered into her ear, "thank you." and I felt her hug me in return.

My dreams that night were of sex with Rachel, and I don't know how much of that was a dream or us just being half-awake as we let our bodies meld one more time. I do remember waking with the soft light of sunrise filtering through my window, and feeling Rachel stirring in my arms. We cuddled and made out in bed, and that was nice. But eventually, Rachel whispered, "I need to go back. I have a flight to catch."

"Ok."

"We can shower though. I think I'm going to need to be a bit decent before I see Megan again."

I led her into my shower, and together we soaped ourselves up and made out some more. I had a bit of morning wood to use, but Rachel shook her head saying that she was sore. "I seriously don't know the last time I've been as well fucked as now," she said. But she took pity on me and started to jack me off in the shower, running soap on her hands and letting me feel her slick, warm fingers running over my cock. It felt great, but it took a while, and eventually Rachel just leaned closed, smothering my cock against her belly and whispered, "me and Erica, naked and covered in chocolate sauce, licking it off each other and then me sticking a strawberry in her shaved pussy and eating it out."

And that was what I needed to come on her stomach, unloading myself one last time on this hot, young former colleague of mine. I was going to miss her.

We cleaned up after that, and picked up our clothes from where we left them. I took her back to her friend Megan's place in my car, holding hands across the center console.

"It's right over here. You can drop me off on that corner. Thanks."

I parked and we looked at each other for a moment, before I leaned in and kissed her again.

"well, Rachel, thank you for an exquisite evening."

"Thank you for the scotch and letting a silly girl's dream come true."

"You're not silly. And you're not a girl."

"You're sweet. Thanks, again. I'll be thinking of you when I fly out."

"Don't let anyone catch you doing that."

"Bastard."

She gave me one final peck then let herself out. I watched her walk up to Megan's building then open the door. But before she disappeared, she looked back one last time, and she smiled.

****

March, another Thirsty Thursday

"Aww, man, Jake," Mike said, "I can't believe that you're leaving, but I guess it's time, eh?"

"Yeah," I said, "it is time."

In the months since I saw Rachel, I couldn't help but notice the generally toxic parts of the office that I was blind to before. The casual sexism and the disposability with which we had treated marketing. Our tendency to hire pretty people who were incompetent. It was easy to believe before that it wasn't my problem, but now realize that by taking part in it, I was just supporting it.

"It's funny," Mike said, "first Tammy and Rachel, now you. It's like that last restructuring's done more harm than good. So many people to miss now. Do you know how Rachel's doing?"

And I sort of looked at Mike and saw how his gaze didn't flinch. I wondered how much he knew, but I didn't quite care.

"She's doing just fine," I said, "Leaving this place was the best thing that ever happened to her."

Mike just laughed and switched the subject.

After my farewell drinks, I walked back to the transit stop, to get my drunken ass home, and I pulled up an email that I got from Rachel a couple of weeks ago.

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From: rachel.-------@-mail.com

Hey Jake,

I hope you're well. I'm just writing to let you know that I met a guy, and amazingly he's about my age. He's a total sweetheart and I was thinking of setting us to visit the old town so he can meet my college friends and stuff. I wasn't planning on hitting up the old workplace, but I was wondering if you'd be up for getting dinner? I haven't told him much about you except for being the one decent guy in my shitty ex-job. But I figured you could meet and give me your opinion.

ps. I'm still trying to teach him that thing you did with your tongue, but I figure he's got 10 years to catch up on you.

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So, a little drunk and a little tipsy, I started writing back.

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from: jake.traeger@-mail.com

Hey Rachel,

Guess where I gave notice? ...

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