Chapter 8

It sent my mind back to the last time, although it was more of a surprise for me than for her. About 16 years ago, I was in my early twenties and was between girlfriends. I was determined to be more social, less introverted. I had taken myself to a nearby bar/restaurant, eaten a light meal, and had a few drinks. It was a light buzz and I hoped the food would help balance it out. A pretty redhead sat down next to me and ordered a glass of red wine. I was still trying to get the courage up to talk to her when she turned and asked if she could buy me a drink. I agreed and before I could say more she ordered a shot for me. I thanked her and introduced myself. She said her name was Elaine and was from the area. I told her I lived close by and we made some small talk. The alcohol was having an effect on me and I realized my inhibitions were lowered. Mostly I was talking and couldn’t seem to shut up. She told me she didn’t feel like she could relax there at the bar, and proposed we go somewhere else. She had barely touched her wine, and as I paid both tabs she downed the rest. I wasn’t in any condition to drive, but she seemed ok and when we got in her car she had me give her directions to my apartment.

We barely got in the front door before we were making out. Soon we were naked in my bed with her on top of me. “I want you! Now!” she exclaimed and I reached over and grabbed a condom from the night-stand. “You don’t need that,” she said, but I rolled it on anyway. She put me inside of her and started bouncing hard. She was vocal and I found it both erotic and weird. I’d never been with someone that made so much noise during sex. She continued to pound up and down on me, the condom and alcohol giving me buffer. She leaned forward and our mouths engaged. Her hips kept up their rhythm and I slipped out. She grabbed me and slid me back in. It was hotter and wetter and I realized the condom had come off. I was too far gone and no longer cared. I felt her squeezing her vaginal muscles and I cried out as I came.

“That was great, baby” she cooed. She started moving again, the combined juices running out of her. She reached down, grabbed my shaft, and this time slid it into her ass. It wasn’t the first time I’d had anal sex, but she was the most enthusiastic. She again rode me hard and it was all I could do to reach up and grab her C-cups. She orgasmed when my fingers brushed her nipples and she laid down on top of me. I felt myself slip out, becoming softer. She rolled off of me and went to find the bathroom to clean up. I passed out.

When I woke up, she was gone. I found the condom in the bed and vowed to get an STD test. The cash from my wallet was also gone. It was only $40 so I called it a blessing. Nothing else seemed amiss and I had a great, if fuzzy, memory of the evening with a woman named Elaine.