Chapter 17: Love

At first it was too tempting to check the schedule and see who he’d be sleeping with tonight or tomorrow but Lynn was right. Alex found it was more exciting not to.

The nights and days with Rose were the best of course. She was endlessly hot. They fucked and bathed and ate and slept together. The sleeping mixed with fucking, the bathing mixed with fucking and even the eating mixed with fucking. Rose’s idea of eating together was to chew one another’s food and eat it out of the other’s mouth in messy kisses, followed by licking the rest off one another’s bodies. It was totally, disgustingly, hot and she acted as if she always ate that way.

Alex watched fascinated the first time Rose pissed in front of him, mid conversation, in the bathroom. To say she had no shame was insufficient. She didn’t even know what shame was. There was always a new twist to her games as well. They fucked on the kitchen counter, on the floor, outside on the landing where she was no less vocal or explicit than inside. They fucked in front of the open balcony doors and on the new couches and rugs. Rose seemingly knew an endless number of sex positions and kissing poses, as she called them. Many of which were great for stimulating one another. She liked to be tickled, kissed, licked, tribbed, fingered, tongue fucked and cock buttered as she called it when he wiped his, pre-cum leaking, excited cock over her body. She taught him so many things it was almost embarrassing. Everything from how to touch her, or look at her, to communicate a hundred different things to how to share oral sex in a way that prolonged orgasm potentially indefinitely. She even taught him things about his own body that he didn’t know. Tricks of control and self stimulation that he’d never heard of because they had no names. Not in English anyway. Some had names that might have been Arabic or Chinese. Rose herself didn’t know.