The Switch Up

Chapter 5~ oh wow :-(

*sigh*

“Here Ryan”, I said when I answered the call,

“You free tonight?”, he replied.

“Can we talk tomorrow, I really need to get some….”,

“Too late, I’m at your door. Come open up”, he countered, stopping me from finishing my statement.

I actually wondered why he asked if I was free when he was already at my apartment. I didn’t want to go open the door but I considered the fact he came over to my place by that time and I thought it has to be something serious.

“Give me a minute”, I replied hanging up the call. I got down from the bed and wore a pair of flip flops.

“What’s up babe”, he exclaimed giving me a kiss on my cheek entering inside.

“Why’re you here?”, I asked as I followed him.

“I told you I’d come over if you got discharged remember?”, he responded going towards the bar. He was holding a grocery bag filled with what I think was fast food.

“What’s in the bag?”, I asked. Most times my curiousness gets the best of me.

“Well it’s your favorite”, he replied bring out a McDonald’s Deluxe crispy chicken sandwich.

“Thank you”, I muttered collecting it from him. He was surprisingly correct. He then brought a drink from one of the shelves hanging on the wall and a corkscrew. I was intrigued by the way he mixed different wines just like bartenders do. He then poured it in two shooters. We started having random conversations which later turned into flirty talks ;-) . After a few rounds of alcohol, I knew one thing for sure. I was going to get LAID that night. To be honest I was so excited because I couldn’t remember the last time I had s*x.

He carried me to the bedroom like a baby and threw me on the bed in an aggressive yet s*xy way. Minutes later he was stripped to his spongebob boxers and Timmy turner argyle socks. His leg hair obscured the layer of flab that covered his thighs. His hairy paunch folded the elastic of the boxers down over itself. I laid on the bed in a borrowed teddy two sizes too large, trying to watch, but only succeeded in cramping my leg.

He saw me watching him and decided to pour more vodka he brought from the bar. He made eyebrows at me as he handed the glass. I took a sip and coughed, spraying the Gucci comforter in a mix of spittle and alcohol. He downed his glass in one go.

"Would you like the socks on or off?" he asked.

"Off please."

"Too Bad."

He moved on top of me, trying to kiss me seductively, but only managed to slip his tongue in my ear. I tried to push him away and poked him in the eye. Determined, he went in for more kisses and started making out with my nose.

I tugged at the waistband of his boxers and he got the hint, he pulled them down revealing his turgid wilderness. He raised the boxers above his head and swung them around a few times before throwing them on the floor.

I slid my cotton panties down my legs with two bounces and tossed them on the tiled floor. He laid back on top of me, kissing my mouth this time. His lips roamed wildly, like a time-lapse starfish on the prowl.

After a few failed attempts, i had to guide him in, and he started to thrust with gusto. He pulled back too much and flopped on my thigh. I had to help guide him back in to me but each thrust was met with an uncomfortable gurgle. Like a boot stuck in mud, only wetter.

"You're on my hair", I groaned in pain but it seemed he wasn’t listening

I bit my lip and waited for him to finish.

He started to slow, his breathing grew heavier and his face turned red. His thrusting slowed to a stop and he kissed me on the forehead, lingering for a few minutes before rolling off of me and turning off the light.

I cuddled up next to him and waited a little. I was still uncomfortable so i clenched myself and his heavy breathing was briefly overshadowed by a resounding FLORP. Feeling better, i closed my eyes and let the spinning room engulf me in the spinning darkness of sleep.

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