Chapter 4

Caitlin drummed her fingers on the steering wheel of her mother’s Mazda as she watched Richie buckle his seatbelt.

“The Spring Wedding Inn on Juniper...”

“I know where it is,” Caitlin said. She ground her teeth watching the big titted girl follow the big assed girl. She looked down at her own chest and juggled herself from cheek to cheek. Her thong was guillotining her tailbone. It was her “I’m gonna get laid!” feeling.

“Where’s Harper?” Caitlin turned to Richie. Her frown melted as she stared at his jaw and chest. When did he get so hot?

“What? Why would I know that!?” His face twisted in darkness.

“I haven’t gotten the go ahead for you and me yet...”

“Oh! Yeah, well, she’s OK with it,” he said, in a spray of supersonic syllables. “She’s down. She knows how you need it and she knows I like you and she um ... She likes to point out that your nipples always poke through your shirt.”

Caitlin blushed. She licked her lips and shifted the car out of park. She rode slowly to the exit of the parking lot. She turned on her blinker and looked up and down the street.

“Caitlin? They went left.”

“Yeah, fuck it,” Caitlin said. She pulled out, turning right and dropping a heavy foot on the accelerator. Richie grabbed the Oh Shit! handle.

“Fuck! What about the others?!” he grunted through clenched teeth...

“What? They’re a buncha whores,” Caitlin said. “I can only imagine how spit-in-her-face choke-a-bitch you’d have to be to get Harper to let you fuck Perla. I’m not that kinky. You can fuck ‘em without me.”

“Jesus!” Richie frowned. He picked out his phone, but turned and looked Caitlin over. He sighed. “Goddammit. I don’t have Oksana’s number.”

“You like big tits?” Caitlin asked, grumpily.

“Yeah, they’re tits,” he said. “How kinky are you?”

“Um, one guy at a time. You can pull my hair, but not the whole time, just when we’re about ready to finish,” she said.

“Yeah, Harper likes that too,” Richie said.

“I let Jason try it because Harper was so excited about it,” Caitlin said. “I really wish Harper was here tonight. I don’t want to feel guilty tomorrow.”

“You don’t feel guilty tonight?” Richie asked, smirking brightly.

“No,” Cailtin said. The only thing she felt was that if her ass was gonna get garroted by a thong she had better get a good orgasm out of it.

“If we’re out in two hours we don’t have to pay for the whole night,” Perla said, flashing the door key at the brunette she had just met. Oksana leaned back on the hood of her car, staring at her phone. Perla walked over and smelled Oksana’s hair. “You need to go straight to a shower. You smell like sweat and cooking oil.”

“Yeah, probably,” Oksana said, yawning. “Where’s Richie and the ginger?”

Perla frowned. She looked over the mostly empty parking lot. Her teeth ground across each other.

“That cock-stealing slut!” Perla growled. “Where did they go?”

“I dunno,” Oksana looked Perla up and down. “Do you want to get your money’s worth on the room? I generally like my girls a bit butchier but you got a great ass.”

“You stink of fast food.” Perla scowled and stomped back towards the office.

“I’m going home to bed! It was nice meeting you Paula!”

Perla was going to kill Richie. How could she be stood up for sex?! How could she have agreed to show up with two other girls? How could she have volunteered to pay for it?

She started imagining all the ways she was going to destroy and revenge herself upon Richie. They often featured herself face down in a pillow being absolutely smothered by his body.

“I don’t need the room after all,” Perla said, through clenched teeth, sliding the keycard to the night manager.

“That’s a crying shame,” the older woman answered. “You’re prettier than most of your competition.”

“Thank you,” Perla said rotely, not realizing the manager thought she was a prostitute.

“Good hunting,” the woman said. “Keep yourself safe.”

“You too,” Perla said, too lost in her imagination to process the conversation.

Caitlin pulled the car into her driveway. She shushed Richie hard. He smiled, locked his lips and tossed away the key. She nodded and sighed in relief. The house, and most in the subdivision, was a single storey bungalow on a three quarter acre lot. Caitlin spun her key ring around on her middle finger as she hurried up the steps to the side door and unlocked it. Her heart was pounding, especially with Richie’s hand massaging her ass through the thin leather of her skirt. She shushed him again.

“Are we gonna have to be really quiet?” He stroked her hair back behind her left ear and whispered.

“Not too quiet,” she promised, closing and locking the door behind them. There was a staircase down into the basement off their left and the kitchen almost straight ahead. Caitlin gestured for Richie to tiptoe downstairs as she slid across her sock feet on the tiles to leave the keys on the table. She rushed back to the stairs.

‘Fuck!” Richie gasped, cracking his head off the low clearance down into the basement. “Shit!” He whispered. “Sorry!”

“Just duck your head and stay quiet?” Caitlin put her hands on his hips and hurried him down into the basement.

Caitlin’s house wasn’t completely alien to Richie. He’d been here for a party after graduation and to pick Caitlin up for her nineteenth birthday in October. The subdivision was forty-five minutes out of town. Caitlin normally came to them.

The basement was half finished, half rough. The rough side had the furnace, a storage room, and the laundry. The finished side was one big carpeted rec room and a smaller spare bedroom. Two very big and comfy couches sat before a massive tv and sound system. Richie was driven by Caitlin’s hands on his hips straight by the couches to the spare room. It was hardly big enough for the double bed under the closed window. Caitlin had to push Richie onto the bed to close the door behind him.

“Finally,” Caitlin said, sighing. “No screaming, but we can talk without waking up Mom or Lawrence.”

“But if there’s no screaming, how will I know I’m doing it right?” he said, popping up an eyebrow and bouncing on the bed.

“I’m not gonna let you do it wrong,” Caitlin said. She frowned. “Do you like foreplay? Harper says you can get impatient.”

“Yes, I do like it,” he said. He grabbed her hips and pulled her knees right up against the bed. He closed his thighs on hers. “You are the hottest girl I could be fucking tonight.”

Caitlin was overwhelmed by the compliment. Her heart instantly ramped up three speeds. She was blushing, hot from disbelief and anger. Yeah, that big-titted brunette girl was pretty and that big-assed latina slut was prom queen. What kind of asshole points out that he could be fucking other girls right this second?

Caitlin wasn’t ready to be kissed. Her eyes widened, her shoulders stiffened, her knees weakened. Richie’s lips sent lightning through her body. Her guts knotted and she had to grab onto his arms to maintain her feet.

He didn’t want her on her feet.

She moaned sweetly, rolling as he stepped off the bed, rotating the pair of them. She hit the corner of the mattress with her hips. The whole bed clunked against the wall.

“Shh...” she rolled her eyes and giggled. She couldn’t see the response on his face but he was holding her tighter. She quieted up. It didn’t seem right to be so nervous and giggly. Her fingers tightened on his muscles. He grabbed her by the hips. She was just a thing in hands. He lifted and rolled her onto the bed. She tried to kiss him again. He slid a hand up onto her belly and pushed her down onto the mattress.

She realized how small she was when he climbed up and loomed over her. Her tongue peeked out of her lips and he shot after it like it was a starter’s pistol. She grabbed his neck and kissed like it was the most important thing she had ever done.

He let his hands rub over her stomach, up the side of her ribs, over her breasts. They were still dressed. She shifted and rocked, kicking to drag her socks off by raking the heels back over the twisted bedsheet.

Richie took his lips from hers. She moaned loudly. He kissed down on the bottom of her jaw, his lips sliding down to the pit of her throat. She grabbed his hair. She stared at the roof, barely visible in the tiny amount of streetlight that sneaked in through the window.

“Oh my god...” she gasped. “Richie?”

“Yeah?” he asked. She felt the words ripple through her skin more than reach her ears.

“You’re not mad about me taking that right turn?”

“I’m furious,” he said. She screamed as he nipped her skin. Her eyes stared wide and her hands had slapped into her lips harder than she was prepared for. “You’re gonna learn that I make the decisions.”

“I ... OK ... And Harper?”

“Why do you think she was mine?” He really hissed the word. She shivered under his hands. He was slipping his hands up under the hem of her shirt. She missed a breath and then another. She sucked air like a drowning breath. She put her hands down on the bed and lifted herself up so he could set the black shirt over the tops of her unprotected breasts.

He went for her tits with the violence of a cobra bite. She gasped and collapsed on her arms. His mouth was hot. Her nipples always stood up, like they were waiting for his very teeth. She rocked side to side and he pushed her spine hard into the bed. She combed both of her hands through her bangs. She stared at the ceiling.

This isn’t grade ten, Caitlin! Sex isn’t being a toy! She started shimmying and grabbing the hem of her shirt and pitching and squirming to get it free from under her back. Richie resisted. He squeezed the flesh of her tits, nipped and sucked as he lost himself in the freckled pale skin.

She managed to toss her shirt away. She gasped again.

“Take your shirt off,” she said.

He stopped on her tits and she whimpered. She was so overwhelmed. When had sex been like this? She lifted herself up on her elbows. He was sitting at her hip. His shirt landed right on hers. He immediately unbuttoned his jeans. She squeaked, rolling over to grab the zipper of her skirt.

Her fingers were shaking.

He grabbed her hands and pressed them hard into her ass.

“I’m gonna do that,” he told her.

She nodded. She waited. Goosebumps raised on her wrists and neck. Her nipples crinkled tighter.

“Do it quick. I’m gonna leak through the leather,” she pleaded.

The palm of his hand settled on her spine ... Her bangs fell back over her eyes as she turned her head from the pillow. She couldn’t see the ceiling through her hair.

Still threaded through the loops of his pants, the buckle of his belt clunked on the floor. She gasped in surprise. His hands were on her hips once again. He tore down the zipper and slipped his hands under the waistband of her thong. She groaned, as he was forcing it tighter up against her asshole. His hands palmed the full meat of her ass lifting her up, balanced on her shoulders and toes.

He’s not even gonna see what I wore for him.

She felt cheated.

But she had cheated him. She had taken him away from big tits and ass. Who was she to do that? He made the decisions.

Her toes slipped, starting to curl. Her body tried to fall but Richie torqued her hips and she landed with her stomach pressed into his knee.

“Stop squirming,” he told her. She nodded, untrusting herself to speak. He yanked her skirt down, her thong went with them. She couldn’t prevent the heavy breath that came from clearing the floss from her abused asshole.

Her eyes went wide.

He wasn’t gonna wanna try--

She closed her eyes.

Richie made the decisions. Her whole body relaxed. Tonnes of nervous weight carried throughout her body evaporated.

Richie made the decisions.

“You can get impatient,” she said, hardly a whisper and there was too much pillow at her lips. “I’m ready! You can be impatient!”

Her clothes were gone. She only wore her socks, still partly bunched up around her heels. His hand ran down the curve of her thigh and found the wet dripping cunt below.

“Fuck, you don’t shave. Harper hates having hair down there,” Richie said, clicking his teeth.

“You want me to--”

Richie shoved Caitlin back down into the bed. “You don’t get to interrupt me.” His fingers speared into her. She wailed. Her head thrashed on the bed. She had Richie inside of her. This was somehow twenty times more real. Her breaths started to hitch. She chewed her lip.

He sawed his fingers in and out of her. Wetness leaked with every exit. He couldn’t help but grin. Caitlin was just given in. The more he took the more she gave. Harper had to tease and fight, so yeah, sometimes Richie got impatient. Bow he could take his time. He could play. He could rush her forward. He could pull her back.

He sat up straighter on the bed and rolled her down onto her back. She had to bring her knees to her shoulders to thread her feet through the krick of his elbow. He didn’t stop finger-fucking her the whole maneuvre.

“I’m going to fuck you, Caity,” he said. “And not just tonight.”

“Yes!” she said, realized she had shouted, and then whispered, “yes! You are gonna take care of me. I like being taken care of.”

“So do I,” Richie said, grabbing her hand and squeezing her fingers around his cock. She licked her lips and started stroking. “Big for a little girl like you.”

“Yes!” she said, after a thought she struggled for. Richie was pushing her knee up too much. She was flexible in his hands but wasn’t certain she could be without him. Fingers squelched loudly in her pussy. She moaned wildly when his two fingers dragged out of her.

He was shifting over her. Walking each knee over her crooked leg. He leaned in, she puckered for the kiss. His fingers dragged his lips and hers. The scent and taste of her pussy shocked her. He moaned, savoring the taste. She tried to as well. She coughed. His hand slipped out of her mouth.

“Sor-sorry,” she muttered. She could feel his wet fingers on her ear now. And then he kissed her and she didn’t notice the saliva and mess on the shell of her ear. He pulled her bodily downward. Her head came off the pillow. Her thighs impacted on his knees.

She was tiny, short. She could hardly kiss his neck with his cock ready to breach into her.

“This is it,” she said.

“This is it,” he said. His cock slipped through the ripples of her pussy and skidded across the left edge of her clit. She moaned at the weird, but attractive feeling. Was that what he was gonna do, run his cock hard across her--

“Shit!” He said, he slapped down her thigh and she groaned after the reverberating smack. He reached down, handled his cock, and zeroed in on her pussy.

“I’m fucking Caity,” he couldn’t help the laugh.

“You will be when you thrust in--”

Caitlin flushed red for how high she had squealed. His cock was inside of her. Her second cock.

Her final cock.

That thought made her body twitch under him. She didn’t need another man. She needed Richie. She needed.

He sighed warmly. He shifted her thighs until she was properly spread around him and then wandered his hands up over her tits. She arched her back into his hands. He squeezed, but he wanted something else. Higher. Wider. He grabbed her upper arms with his thumbs in her armpits.