Chapter 7


“Yes! Yes! Harder! Oh my God, don’t stop!” I scream while clutching the side of Eric’s dresser as he fucks me from behind.

He pounced on me unexpectedly as we were coming in from dinner and after fucking on the couch, against the wall, on the kitchen counter and now in his bedroom I swear my legs are about to give out but I’m so close to cumming that I will them to keep me upright. It just feels so fucking good.

Eric growls and there’s the slight sting of his hand slapping my ass before he really starts pounding into me. The orgasm I’m about to have is a monster and I know it. I can’t even find my voice when it starts and by the time the full weight of it hits me, my legs don’t want to cooperate anymore.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I scream when I finally find my voice. My pussy is pulsing wildly around his cock and he’s not done yet.

Thankfully, he wraps an arm around my waist to keep me from falling on my face and Eric keeps pounding into me hard and fast through my orgasm. I feel tears leak from my eyes and I’ve never cried from cumming so hard in the past. Jesus, what is this man doing to me?

When he notices my tears his hips slow, but don’t stop and he pulls me upright against his chest.

“You alright?” he pants into my ear.

“Yes. Keep going,” I pant too. “You didn’t hurt me, I promise.”

“Good,” he grunts and starts pounding into me again.

He presses my chest against his dresser and grabs my hands, holding them behind my back. He uses the grip he has on me to pull my body back against his, allowing him to get deeper than before.

“Goddamn, Sweetcheeks,” he groans. “I think I’m addicted to fucking you.”

“Good, then don’t stop,” I moan. I honestly have no idea how I’m still standing but I know that if he keeps going I’m going to cum again soon because he’s rubbing against the right spot inside me over and over and over again.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get what you want,” he says and continues to drive in hard.

He makes me whimper when he pulls out. Eric grabs me by the waist and shuffles us to the bed. He flips me onto my back, grabs my ankles, and spreads my legs wider than I think they have ever been. He lines up his cock and in this position he’s able to get even deeper. He puts my ankles up over his shoulders and he lifts me a little by my ass to change the angle.

“Oh, fuck!” Eric cries out. “This is going to get me, baby.”

I feel like I’m made of jelly and yet my hand moves down and I start to rub my clit. I whimper and my pussy pulses around his cock, making Eric groan.

His head drops back and I can see his cock sliding in and out of me. It’s extremely hot.

“One more time, Sookie… cum for me… I’m close,” he pants and when his eyes meet mine again he has this intense look of determination on his face.

“I’m trying,” I moan and my fingers move faster. It’s almost too much. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve cum since we got back.

“You can do it,” he says and closes my legs to throw them over one of his shoulders. His hands are big enough to cover all of my hips and some of my ass as he uses them as handles.

I cry out with every thrust of his hips, getting closer and closer. When I cum one more time for him I can’t scream. My eyes roll back and my lips part but no sound comes out and it feels like the orgasm is never going to end.

Eric’s breathing is harder and I feel his cock swelling inside of me. He moves my legs down so they drop to the side and he leans over my body. His lips wrap around my nipple at the same time his orgasm rocks his body. He let’s out a soft whimper instead of his usual roar. When his hips stop moving he continues to suck lightly on my breasts for a moment before he pulls out.

“Never… never ever have I cum that hard,” he pants.

“Me too,” I respond and I can’t even move. I don’t care that my legs flop in an extremely ungraceful way.

“I would shift us, but my hips hurt and I can’t move. Jesus. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked that long,” he chuckles.

“I can’t move either, and I don’t even know how you did that but I’m not complaining.” I manage to reach over and thread my fingers with his, but that’s all I’ve got right now.

“I can safely say other than my first time, that was the best sex ever,” he says while playing with my fingers.

“Oh this was waaaaay better than my first time,” I laugh.

“My first time was only good because I was finally having sex,” he chuckles. “The act was terrible and lasted about two minutes.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” I nod. “And I was in a truck bed out in the woods so I got bug bites where no one should get bug bites.”

“That blows,” he laughs. “I was in my own bed while my parents were at work. I don’t even think we did foreplay.”

“Was it her first time too?”

“No, she was the school slut. She banged the whole baseball team that year.”

“And then some or were  you part of that team?” I ask. I find the strength to roll onto my side so I can face him and move my legs a little.

“I was part of the team. My dad insisted I play something and I’m too pretty for football,” he says, completely serious, but not cocky.

I smile at him and ask, “What position did you play?”

“First base. I was clumsy as shit. My dad only made me play two years.”

“You’ve got the wingspan for a good first baseman. Too bad you don’t have the coordination,” I say sympathetically and smile at him. “I was a shortstop and always at the bottom of the order because my tits were in the way.”

“So you understand my pain. Now my long arms come in handy when I have to snatch a kid up for being an idiot. Yard duty is a blast,” he laughs.

“So you’ll be the dad that carries his kids around by the straps of their overalls, is that it?” I laugh.

“Definitely. Actually the smaller kids like to climb on me. It’s fun for them.”

“Oh I agree. I definitely enjoy climbing on you.”

“It’s also a lot more fun when you do it.”

“It better be or I’m calling the Board of Education and the cops,” I laugh.

“Oh, gross, not even funny,” he growls and rolls over on top of me, smothering me.

“Looks like you’re a good climber too,” I choke out and start squirming when he tickles my sides.

“Let me know when you’re going to pee. I’m not interested in a golden shower,” he laughs and moves his hands down to my hips.

“Ewww now which one of us is gross,” I say through my laughter and reach up to pinch his nipple. Not too hard, but enough to get a reaction out of him.

“Hey!” he jumps, but keeps tickling. “No violence, woman!”

“That wasn’t violence. Ah!” I twist to the side but it doesn’t matter. “No fair! You’re a fucking giant!”

“It’s not my fault you’re all hot for me. You have to learn to work with what you got,” he says and his hand moves down to tickle where my ass meets my thigh.

“Eric!” I squeal.

“Snookums!” he laughs and gets the other side.

“You suck!” I laugh and nibble on his arm.

“Not as good as you,” he says and jerks his arm away.

We continue to wrestle around on his bed for a few minutes until I finally have to give up before I have an accident on his bed. No one wants that.

“Okay, okay, I surrender,” I pant.

Eric stops and lays down next to me. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my chin as I pant.

“I like the sound of your laugh,” he says quietly.

“I like the sound of your laugh too,” I tell him, and snuggle against his chest.

It’s been a week since he brought up the girlfriend thing and I’ve been thinking about it here and there in quiet moments. Last weekend went well and we saw each other twice during the week. I really, really love hanging out with him, the sex is great and I want to know more about him. I definitely don’t want Quinn back and whatever I felt for him is in the past. As far as I’m concerned that is so far beyond over it’s practically another life for me. I can see good things happening with Eric and I could keep him on the fence but why? Maybe it won’t work but I won’t know until I really try.

“It would be nice to be able to tell people that I love the way my boyfriend laughs,” I sigh and hug him back.

“Oh yeah?” he smiles as he looks down at me.

“Yeah. Now I just need to find a boyfriend,” I stick my tongue out at him.

“You had your shot with me, but you turned me down. I hope the next guy can make your legs turn to jelly,” he teases.

“Me too,” I sigh dramatically. “We had a good run though, didn’t we?”

“We did,” he agrees. “You could always reconsider my offer.”

“Which offer?” I smirk.

“The offer to have you as a maid, dressed in a skimpy black uniform, duh,” he says.

“Can I still have a boyfriend?” I giggle.

“Only if you can find one that makes you cum harder than I just did.”

“Looks like I’ll be kissing a lot of frogs before I find the prince, but then that’s the story of my life.”

“Hmm, you can always just be my girlfriend,” he whispers, looking into my eyes with so much hope.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” I smile up at him and kiss his chin.

“It’s my job to think,” he smiles back at me. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a fuck yes.”

“How do you suggest we celebrate? I have a really big bathtub that we can both fit in…”

“Lead the way, Ishmael,” I giggle.

Eric rolls off of the bed. He reaches his hand out for me and helps me stand on shaky legs. He holds my hand all the way into the bathroom and presses me against the counter.

“I have a bottle of wine that I got for Christmas if you want to open that bad boy up,” he offers, wiggling his eyebrows.

“We can if you want. I think I’m still a little orgasm drunk,” I tell him.

“Alrighty,” he smiles and moves to turn on the water, which gets him a little pinch on his ass.

I’m not even sorry I did it either. In addition to a great laugh, my boyfriend has a superb ass.

When he shoots a look at me I just shrug and say, “You’ll get used to it.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums. “I’ll get you when you least expect it, Sugar dumpling.”

“Lookin’ forward to it, Schmoopy. Oh! Do I get to call you that in public now?” I grin.

“Sure. You’ve always had that option. Can I call you Vajizzle in public?”

“Uh no, no you can’t,” I laugh.

“Then let’s hope no one ever sees my phone,” he laughs too.

“Oh my God I’m in your phone as Vajizzle?”

“I told you I was doing it. Just be glad I haven’t talked you into letting me take a picture of your vajizzle to make your contact picture.”

“Don’t even think about it,” I shake my head. “Not with Alcide hanging around.”

“Eh, he never looks at my phone. I won’t pressure you though. If you ever want to, you know where to find me. We can probably get in now,” he say and holds his hand out for me.

I take his hand and get into the tub with him. We get situated a minute later and I end up leaned against his chest.

“I would consider letting you have a picture like that for personal use but I don’t think I’d want that to be a contact picture. You’re a teacher, for crying out loud. Can you imagine if, for some strange reason, one of your kids saw that?” I point out. It’s unlikely but not an impossible thing that could happen and I don’t want him to get fired over something like that.

“I would never actually make it your contact picture. I like seeing your pretty face too much. Which reminds me, I need a picture of your pretty face for your contact picture.”

“Yours is a picture of you sleeping on my couch,” I admit. “You look so cute with your face all flushed…”

“Oh God, was I drooling?” he chuckles.


“Good, when I sleep too hard I drool. It’s kinda gross.”

“I haven’t witnessed the drooling yet.” I tilt my head so I can see his face. “You were just passed out on the couch when we took that nap last Sunday. You know, when we were watching a movie.”

That movie lasted all of fifteen minutes before we were both out cold.

“Your couch is quite comfy,” he says and kisses my lips.

“I know. Dawn wanted to get some chintzy, French country sofa thing that would be like a chair for you. I want to be able to take a nap on my couch with my comforter, and that teeny, tiny sofa wasn’t going to cut it.”

“With limbs as long as mine comfy furniture is a must. So I’m glad you won that couch.”

“She and I just don’t mesh when it comes to home decor, but since she’s out of town so frequently I took over the decorating part. When she is home it’s usually just to sleep so it doesn’t really matter.”

“That sounds like a good deal,” he nods. His arms tighten around my shoulders and he drops his cheek onto my head. “I didn’t expect you,” he admits quietly.

I smile and say, “I didn’t expect you either. You know I picked vanilla without knowing what the hell Dawn was talking about.”

“Then I really lucked out.”

“We both did,” I correct him and kiss his arm since it’s all I can reach.


Sookie’s decision to be my girlfriend took me by surprise, but it was again a really great surprise. The more I get to know her, the more I like her. When Tara left I didn’t plan on getting a new girlfriend for a long, long time.

I also like having her in my house. It helps that I live alone and Dawn is a complete slut that looks at me like a juicy steak.

“Sookie, was it my awesome sex skills that sucked you in? Is that why you agreed to be my girl?” I ask, because she had very valid points when she said no.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t think the sex is amazing,” she says, turning her head to look at me as much as she can. “But that’s not what changed my mind. I like being with you. I like spending time with you and everything I’ve learned about you so far… it’s all good. I’m sure there’s going to be things that get on my nerves and maybe some of the stuff that I think is cute now won’t always be so cute but I want to find out for myself if the good outweighs the bad.”

“Good. I like everything I’ve learned about you too,” I say and kiss the tip of her nose.

Once the water starts to go cold I get out of the tub and grab our towels. I wrap her up and then go to my room to turn down the bed. The funny thing is, as much sex as we just had the bed is still mostly clean.

“I have dessert,” I tell her when she comes to the room. “If you want some I can get us a big bowl of cookies and ice cream to share.”

“Sure. Sounds yummy,” she says.

I step into my closet and slip on a pair of basketball shorts. I always worry my neighbors can see into my kitchen so I rarely go in there naked. I get one of the big bowls and add four scoops of ice cream. I don’t know how much she’ll eat, but I know I can eat gallons of it. I have chewy chocolate chip cookies that my mom made. They’re the best in the world. I pile a bunch on top of our ice cream, grab a spoon and head back to the bedroom. Sookie is sitting on the bed with the remote control wearing a sexy little pair of boy shorts and a camisole. She looks delicious.

“My mom made the cookies,” I say as I sit down next to her.

“Oh awesome,” she smiles.

“Best in the world, at least in my opinion. I haven’t told my parents about you,” I admit. “I wanted to see where we go before I tell them.”

“It’s totally fine that you didn’t tell them. It’d be kind of awkward to tell them you met a girl you like banging  a lot.”

“Exactly,” I chuckle. “I like hanging out with you too, you know, with clothes on.”

“I know you do,” she says while plucking a cookie from the bowl. I watch as she takes a bite to see if she loves them as much as I do.

“Well?” I ask. She’d be crazy to not love the cookie.

“They’re good,” she says with her mouth full.

“Understatement of the decade,” I scoff.

“Well they’re good,” she shrugs. “They’re not my mom’s, but they’re good. Way better than what I’d make.”

“I need to try your mom’s now. I’ll be the judge,” I smile. “My birthday is in six months. If you’re not sick of me maybe I can take you to a cooking class. I’m a terrible teacher… that came out wrong,” I laugh. “I’m bad at teaching adults.”

“Well first of all,” she says after swallowing her bite of cookie. “You wouldn’t be an impartial judge so your opinion means nothing.” I scoff at that. “Second of all, the cooking class is only a good idea if you want to enter into a suicide pact with me.”

“You can’t be that bad.”

“I burn PopTarts, remember?”

Sookie steals a little of the ice cream and puts it on her cookie.

“I need to see that. There is no possible way unless the toaster is busted.” I think she might be a little crazy, but I like crazy.

“I told you it’s sheer talent.” She takes a bite of the cookie smeared with ice cream.

I grab the spoon and take a big bite of ice cream and then shove an entire cookie in my mouth.

“Maybe I’ll sign you up for Worst Cooks in America,” I offer.

“I’d have to actually cook something for you first.”

“If I supervise will you cook something? I’m very intrigued by this talent.”

“Do you have a fire extinguisher?”

“Yep. My dad was a fireman and I actually have three in the house,” I say.

“Good. You’re going to want to have them all on standby if you’re going to let me loose in your kitchen.”

“You won’t be completely loose. I’ll be there,” I laugh. “I’m good at catching accidents before they happen. Six-year-olds are extremely accident prone.”

“You’d probably have better luck getting one of them to cook for you,” she snorts and takes another cookie.

“You’d do it because I’m cute. Maybe we can make breakfast in the morning,” I suggest.

“Sure. Brace yourself.”

“Consider me braced,” I smile.

“Next time I talk to Mom I’ll ask her to send me cookies,” she says.

“Thanks. Do your parents live here or are they still in Louisiana?”

“They’re in Louisiana.”

“What brought you to California?”

“I wanted to get into the business I’m in. When I was younger my mom entered me in beauty pageants,” Sookie informs me. “She was never as awful as some pageant moms, but she was pretty intense about it for a while until my dad pretty much threatened to take my brother and me and leave her if she didn’t knock it off. I didn’t want to do it anymore. It’s such a cutthroat thing and it can come down to just the tiniest details between first and second place. I remember seeing little girls that were completely heartbroken over not winning and it just made me sad because the only reason they cared about winning was because it was important to their parents.

“Now I deal with stage parents on a somewhat regular basis and I have to turn a blind eye to it, but I also get to help people that legitimately want a shot at acting, singing, modeling… whatever it is they want to do. It’s really cool to be in the room when someone finds out they’re getting their chance and I couldn’t do that in Louisiana so here I am.”

“You’re a really good person, Sookie. It’s really hard to find genuinely good people these days,” I tell her.

“Thanks. I try. I can be bitchy and sarcastic as all get out sometimes, but I do try to treat people the way I want to be treated. It’s a lot harder to do than it sounds sometimes,” she says, and steals another bite of the ice cream.

“I know what you mean. And I’m not sure you want to be around me when I’m in a bad mood. I’m a complete ass to everyone. Thankfully it takes a lot to piss me off.”

“I would hope so since you work with rambunctious kids all day, and that probably helps you deal with me,” she chuckles.

“Nope, your tits keep me happy,” I joke and lean over to kiss her.

“They have gotten me out of more than one jam,” she admits.

“You know, I don’t think I checked out your tits once the night we met. If I did I was too drunk to remember.”

“You did but you didn’t have a conversation with them,” she tells me, and forfeits the rest of the ice cream and cookies by lying down on her side.

“Oops,” I say and work on finishing the ice cream. I’m actually not sorry at all. “They’re pretty awesome, and clearly it worked out in my favor.”

“Yes it did. I’m used to it. I only get offended when someone spends more time talking to my tits than they do to me,” she says.

“I have manners. Did I offend you at all? I really hate drinking that much.”

“No, you didn’t, but we discovered drunken strawberries that night so I’d say there are a few positives to come from it.”

“We need to get those going for the music festival soon.” I finish the ice cream and get up to wash the bowl. I can’t go to sleep with dirty dishes in the house.

When I get back I slide in behind Sookie. The TV is on, but we haven’t paid any attention to it.

“You tired?” I ask as I rub her stomach.

“A little, but I doubt I’ll be falling asleep in the next ten minutes.”

“Mmkay.” I pull her as close as possible and nuzzle into her hair.

She wiggles against me a little bit and one of her legs ends up thrown over mine. I take the remote and turn the TV off before we relax, snuggled up together. It takes about thirty minutes for me to fall asleep wrapped in the arms of my new girlfriend.


6 thoughts on “Chapter 7

  1. I started reading this whilst I was waiting at my daughter’s swimming lesson… I know, I know I really should know better by now but I couldn’t resist a peak! Definitely not safe for swimming lessons….
    Thanks for the double update – on to the next one!


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