Into The Fire - E. L. Todd Page 0,40
curb for a cab but there weren’t any out where we were. She was super eager to get down to business…”
Alessandra rested her fingers on her lips.
“So, we went into the next alley. She bent over behind the dumpster and I came behind her and did my thing…”
“Okay…”
“Apparently, there was a cop car right at the curb. He came back from dinner and spotted us going at it. I was arrested for public indecency and thrown into the slammer.”
She tried not to laugh. “Wow…that’s one heck of a story.”
“Make fun of me all you want.”
“You really didn’t notice the cop?”
“It was dark and the streetlight was out.”
“Then how did he notice you?”
“The girl I was with wouldn’t stop screaming. Like I said, she was kinky.” I rolled my eyes at the memory. “So, that’s the deal. Mom would have told it differently.”
“What’s jail like?” she asked.
“Boring.”
She raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Boring?”
“Yep. I stayed in a holding cell for three days. I peed in there because I didn’t have a choice but I didn’t do the other thing. There were, like, ten other guys in there with me. I was so pissed that my parents let me rot in there.”
“Did any of them check you out…?”
“I never made eye contact so I don’t know.” And I would break their necks if they tried anything.
“Wow…I’ll make sure I never do it in a public place.”
“Just don’t be stupid like me. Find a really dark corner.”
She finished her mimosa just as the check arrived.
I snatched it and put the cash inside.
“Why don’t you let me pay for once?”
“Because.”
“Are you finished with the sentence?”
“Because I said so.”
Alessandra shook her head and decided not to argue. “Well, thank you for breakfast.”
“Brunch.”
“Whatever.”
We left the table then headed to the sidewalk. I walked with her toward her apartment because I assumed that’s where we were going.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around,” she said. “Let me know next time you need me.”
“What?” I asked.
“What?”
“You have plans or something?”
“No…I just figured you would go home.”
“Well, I don’t have anything to do. Can I hang out with you?”
“Sure…” She still seemed confused.
“Besides, I want to get nasty again. That was fun.”
She smiled. “It really was.”
***
A few days had come and gone, and all I could think about was that beautiful brunette. She had green eyes that shined brighter than a street light. They lit up during sex, and practically shot fireballs.
I’d had a lot of good sex in my life with women I couldn’t even remember, but Alessandra was exceptional. She wasn’t necessarily super experienced but she was so enthused. It was like having sex with a porn star without all the diseases.
It totally rocked.
And she had nice tits. I loved watching them shake when I pounded into her. And the way her pussy constricted around my dick like it was trying to squeeze it. Then she was wetter than a slip-and-slide.
It was awesome.
And she didn’t annoy me like most girls. When the sex was done, I didn’t want to hit the road. I even spent the night with her. Cuddling wasn’t my thing. It was for weird, clingy people, not me. But it wasn’t bad with her.
I was lying in bed late at night with a hard dick. It came to life any time I thought about Alessandra, so my boner had come and gone all day. I thought about tit-fucking her and eating her out. I thought about all the things I could do to her to make her scream.
Jerking off was the most convenient solution, but why would I do that if I could get the real thing? I texted her even though it was midnight. You awake?
The three dots lit up as she typed a response. Now I am.
Well, since you’re awake…can I come over?
Right now?
No, tomorrow night… I hoped my sarcasm was read through the words.
I’m pretty tired.
I’ll do all the work. Come on, I’m so hard. I’ll send you a dick pic.
She responded immediately. I’ll take your word for it. Yes, come over.
Sick. I’ll be there soon.
***
She opened the door wearing a black nightdress. Her hair was all over the place and she didn’t wear any makeup but she still looked hot. In my opinion, if a girl had to wear a lot of makeup, then she was trying to hide something—ugliness. “Come in.” She shut the door behind me and immediately walked to her bedroom. She looked tired like she could fall right back asleep.
I followed her then stripped my clothes