INFECTION 2.0

~ ELEVEN ~

Poor kid, Carly thought, as she listened to the man getting sick in the restroom. This was the third time he had left the bed and she was pretty sure that she, as of yet, had not slept sound enough to miss any other times. She lay on her stomach and snuggled into the pillow. From her spot on the bed, she could not see the red numbers on the clock. With the drapes drawn she could not tell if it was still dark outside. She hoped it was, she was sleepy and comfortable.

The toilet flushed, a long sound of nothing then she heard the water come on in the sink. Her eyes had adjusted to the glow the bathroom light spilled into the rest of the room, but when he clicked the light off it seemed she was in complete darkness. He did not go to his side of the bed this time, as he had on the other occasions. This time he was near the wall. He slowly pulled the sheet and blanket from her.

The woman smiled against her pillow more than a little curious as to what he was thinking. His hand felt cool as it touched her ass and he let it slide firmly across her until he had a hand on either side of her hips. She did not resist as he pulled until her hips were in the air over her knees. Only a young man first experiencing s*x could puke his guts out and still want to f**k, she bit at the pillowcase to keep from giggling at the thought.

Frank used his knees to part her legs as he got into bed behind her. Then he clumsily began thrust against her as if he expected it should automatically find its target. Again Carly clenched her teeth so as to not giggle as she felt the tip of him poking here and there, to one side or the other. For a moment she thought about reaching down to help him, but it didn’t feel all that uncomfortable.

Then he found it and drove his swollen tool into her not yet ready body. She gasped out as there was a mix of a slight burning sensation from the friction of dry flesh on flesh and just the wonderful feel of his c**k in her. He went directly into a fast, hard rhythm that continued to force small gasps from her every time his body came forward. She reached her hands over her head and pressed against the headboard, trying to steady her body.

“Harder,” she breathed and felt him tighten his hands on her hips, “Harder.”

Her body jarred each time his hips slammed into her tail, each time forcing her to let out a short, high-pitched moan. Then as suddenly as it started, he tensed his body. His hands grabbing her wonderfully tight, holding her hard against him, as he let his shots flow.

Despite the sensation that the girl thought felt amazing, there was a little bitter thought that sunk in. You bastard, you didn’t use a condom. She took birth control pills because she was not ready to be a mommy yet, but that didn’t mean she would have unprotected s*x with just anyone.

The man removed himself and fell over on his side of the bed without a word. Typical, she thought. For a few minutes, she remained unmoving letting the last of the feelings leave her body. He still didn’t speak or touch her, so she decided to go clean up.