Short Fiction: Lesson Learned

Jun.29.2010 at 9:48 pm | Alix B. Golden

“What was the big fucking deal?” I looked at the source of this morning’s drama. Jay’s favorite black hoodie. “Ok, so maybe it is a little small…” I had washed the hoodie for the first time in months. I was tired of seeing its dinginess and smelling its funk. I dropped it in the washer, not realizing the temperature was set to hot. I then popped it in the dryer, hoping to lay it back in its corner before she noticed. Originally a men’s small, now it was more like a women’s extra small.

Jay blew up as if this was the only black hoodie that had ever existed in the world, as if she didn’t have at least 3 more black hoodies in her closet. She stormed out of the house, hoodie-less, on her way to work. I hated when we argued.

I grabbed the piece of offensive clothing, took off my tee and put it on. It was really small. I could barely get it zipped over my petite frame. I saw cleavage popping out from the top, I turned around and saw the curve of booty cheeks peeking out from the back.

An idea popped in my head. I grabbed my phone and started posing in front of the mirror, snapping pictures while stripping. I prepared the picture message and clicked send. Still wearing the hoodie, I sat on the couch and waited. I kept picking up my phone, checking it to make sure it was still in service. There had to be a reason why I wasn’t getting a response from her.

The sound of the door closing woke me up from my nap. Jay walked right passed me to the bathroom without saying a word. I could hear the water turn on, run, then turn off. I stayed glued to the sofa.

“Come here, Dee.” She leaned against the door of the bathroom. I looked down as I approached her. I didn’t want to see the anger that was present in her eyes. “What the fuck were those pictures about? You think you can send me half naked pictures in the hoodie you fucked up…”She unzipped the hoodie and threw it across the room, leaving me standing in my bright red cotton boy shorts. “And that’s supposed to make everything oh-fucking-kay?” She touched me under the chin, more gently than I expected. “Look at me.”

As soon as my eyes met her heavy lidded stare, I knew the nonsense about the hoodie would be forgotten. Her lips met mine without any of the gentleness of her previous touch. Her lips assaulted mine, forcing them open. Her hands grabbed me by my ass and lifted me against her. My legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her as close as I dared was possible. Jay turned putting me between her and the wall. With one arm holding me, she slipped one finger between us, pushing my underwear aside, and inside. She wasn’t surprised to find her finger surrounded by heat and moisture. She added another finger and I moaned. She pushed my head back against the wall so that she could bite my exposed neck.

I grinded my hips against her and my pussy against her hand. She was fucking me slow. She was trying to prove a point. She was trying to show me who was in control, but I knew what I wanted. And I knew how to get it. I slid my hands under her clothes, letting my nails lightly graze her spine. I could feel her body jerk and her breathing get labored. I repeated that movement until she increased her pace each thrust coming fast, rough, and hard. I came hard against her hand, in a fit of jerks and shudders. I expected her to put me down, but instead she grabbed me by my waist lifting me higher against the wall.

My thighs rested on her shoulders, her mouth rested on my pussy. She licked me slowly following the trail of juices down my thighs. Mmmmmhmmm, was the only sound she made, as if she were savoring her favorite meal. She sucked my outer lips. One, then the other, before using her lips to pull my entire pussy in her mouth. The heat from her mouth made my clit swell. I pulled her by the back of her head. I wanted her to take it all. I wanted her to suck me dry.

Her tongue barely flicked across my clit. The pressure was the lightest. She was teasing me. I pressed my back against the wall as my hips started to gyrate against her mouth. Her tongue flicked against my clit again with a little more pressure. I grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed into her mouth. She alternated between sucking and licking, her rhythm fast, her pressure perfect. She was showing out.

Every thought in my mind turned black. My pussy was on fire. I could feel my breasts rising and falling quickly. Was I hyperventilating? My legs started to shake, I hit my head on the wall when my back arched. I could feel myself squirt in her mouth. I could hear her swallow.

She held me in that position for a few minutes. It was a good thing too because I wasn’t sure I could stand. When my breathing was back to normal, she let me slide down her body.

“I hope you learned your lesson,” Jay said with a cocky smile.