Silly Sex Rituals — Episode 2
“You should come over now while my parents are at church.”
Davis had just finished working the graveyard shift at the gas station. Being a Sunday morning booty call didn’t bother him much, especially since he didn’t get laid very often.
He met Brandi at the pub the previous weekend. Chance circumstances and all that. They realized they had never seen each other there before because they usually went on different days.
The band that night sucked, and so they found themselves alone at a table in the corner sharing a pitcher of Stag and a pair of earbuds to listen to some funk and drum and bass shit.
When they brightened the lights after the last call for alcohol, Davis offered to give her a ride home. Before either knew what was happening, they were making out in the car. Then, Davis discovered with his tongue that she had nipple rings, an unexpected pleasure.
Parked in front of her place at some ungodly hour, she apologized that she couldn’t invite him in for them to continue.
“My dad would kill you,” she said.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll call you when the coast is clear.”
His phone vibrated with her invitation. It only took him ten minutes to get there from work. “We’ve got at least an hour,” she said when he arrived, opening the screen door.
The foyer split into two levels. She led him down five steps to the lower part, a basement living room. A glass sliding door opened out to the backyard. They sat on the couch and made small talk for a few minutes.
Then Brandi had Davis’s pants around his ankles. He ran his fingers along the long box braids of her hair, stopping to toy with the white beads, at least until she had all of him in her mouth.
They scurried down to the soft white carpet. Neither of them discussed using protection. She pushed him onto his back and began to ride. Davis’s face soon pinched into an expression of agonized ecstasy.
Brandi placed a hand on his chest to keep her balance. “Your face is all red. Are you gonna bust?”
“Uh, what?”
Davis had never heard that one before. He assured her that wasn’t the case and tried to distract himself from the rising heat and wetness that was consuming him.
Peering past her undulating figure, Davis caught a glimpse of someone through the sliding glass door.
“I think someone’s watching us.”
“Oh, that’s just the neighbor. He does that sometimes.” She disengaged and changed positions. “Okay, now take me from behind.”
They turned away from the back patio, facing the foyer stairs. Davis’s back and knees were scorched from rug burn. Their bodies heaved and sweated from the exertion. There was that wet slapping sound as he went faster.
“You gonna bust?” Brandi purred, scratching at the carpet. “Tell me, cuz I want it on my face.”
Davis pulled out and stood to oblige her. She knelt before him in open-mouthed expectation.
Car doors. Panic! Busted.
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