Second Date

"Ah.....!", Natalie screamed.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," she reassured him, "It feels fucking amazing. Do it hard. Fuck me hard."

Thoughts of baseball, Grandma and root canals did nothing to ward off the heat brewing in Andrew's balls. Knowing it was a matter of seconds before he came, Andrew went for it with everything he had left. He fucked the tight, hot essence of this virtual stranger, an utterly fascinating woman he'd only just met, with a confidence he never knew possible.

Natalie seemed to sense his struggle. "Come for me," she purred, "I wanna feel you come."

Andrew let out a cry of relief, pain and immeasurable pleasure as he released himself deep inside of Natalie. After thrusting the last drops of himself inside the condom, he collapsed on her chest, shuddering and struggling to catch his breath.

Both Natalie and Andrew knew the odds were stacked against them. They both understood that a drunken one night stand is hardly ever the beginning of a substantial relationship. Not knowing what awaited them the next morning, Natalie stroked Andrew's sweat-soaked hair and asked, "Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Of course," Andrew grinned, "You did say you hate to be alone when you're drunk, right?"

Natalie nestled herself in the crook of Andrew's arm in the fleeting moments before sleep overtook her mind. She smiled as she imagined tomorrow's conversation with Carly.