Page 6 of Please Don't Leave Me

“Exactly. Unfortunately, Mr. Darrah was a two-pump chump.” Though I feel bad labeling him like that, it really was not great, and I’ve been dying to tell B about it.

Iris slaps her hand over her mouth, “Spill all the details!”

Before sitting down on the couch to share the dirty details, I grab the girls some water. They are going to be violently hung over tomorrow based on how much they’re both slurring their words.

As soon as I’m seated, B starts chanting, “Tea. Tea. Tea. Tea.”

Iunlock the door,and he follows me inside. Pepin immediately greets us upon entering. Well, he greets me. Darrah did not receive the same warm welcome I did. Pepin’s tail stops wagging, and he lowers his head, growling at Darrah.

“Pepin, stop that! Sorry, he’s usually super friendly.” Grabbing him by the collar, I gently guide him to B’s room and shut the door. I feel bad, but I’m not about to risk him growling at my guest all night.

“It’s alright. Maybe he doesn’t like men.”

That’s unlikely because he loves Liam and my dad. He must just be grumpy because I’ve been gone for severalhours. Since getting Pepin, we haven’t been apart for more than a few hours, since I mostly work from home.

I turn from the door and am immediately greeted with warm lips on mine. One of his hands works its way to the back of my head, entangled in my hair, and the other on my exposed midriff. I may be rusty at flirting with strangers, but this I know how to do. I pivot us and walk backwards toward my room, reaching my hand behind me to find the doorknob.

His lips move wildly over mine, and I part mine slightly, inviting him in. When he doesn't respond, I continue mimicking his patterns. I guess he isn't a tongue guy, so closed-mouth kissing it is. I giggle to myself, thinking about how his kissing matches his cologne—very middle school. But I'm not in the mood to be anyone's teacher right now.

Once we make it to the back of the room, I part from him for a second to drop down onto the bed and shimmy my way up to the pillow. He follows, laying on top of me between my spread legs. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans rubbing against my center. God, I didn't realize how much I'd been craving another person's heat between my thighs.

A small gasp comes out of my mouth as his cold hand glides from my waist to under my tube top. After giving my breast a small squeeze, he pulls his hand out, grabs the top seam of my shirt, and pulls it down to expose both of them now.

He works his way down my neck with frantic kisses all the way to my nipple. A more audible gasp comes out this time, and I can feel him smile over my stiff peak, clearly pleased with the fact that he drew it out of me.

If I'm being honest, I just haven't been touched by anyone in a while. Jay and I stopped having sex a few months prior to breaking up. What I thought was a dry spell was actually our slow, dragged-out ending.

I am a big foreplay girl, but I've been nervous about this for days and just want to rip the bandaid off, so I pull his face back up so our lips connect again. Then, reaching down, I pull up the hem of his shirt and help him pull it off over his head. Before we reconnect, he reaches down and starts to undo his belt, then the top button of his jeans, then his zipper.

He reaches behind him and pulls out his wallet from his back pocket. He shuffles through some cards and bills before pulling out a condom. God knows how long that’s been in there for. I'm currently very glad I've been on birth control since I was 15.

This guy is starting to seem more like a virgin with every second that passes. Against my better judgment, I reach out and help him pull down his pants along with his boxers. I think I saw little Darth Vaders on them.

His size is average, which is what I'm used to. I have yet to experience a "breath taker," as B so lovingly calls well above-average dicks. Luckily, I'm wet enough without much foreplay, so he lifts up my skirt and slides right in.

Leaning back down on top of me, he braces his forearms on either side of my shoulders and presses his cheek to mine so his hot breath is right in my ear.

Now, people will think I'm exaggerating this part, but I swear I'm not. He makes a max of ten good pumps before he grunts into my ear, and I can feel his upper body shaking on top of me. The worst part is that he fakes a few more pumps, probably hoping I didn't catch the fact that he just came. But I can feel him already getting soft inside me.

Iris and Bare in a fit of laughter, and once B catches her breath, she finally gets out the only words she has, "You're joking!"

"Ireally wish I was," I say as I close my scrunched-up eyes and shake my head from side to side. I can't decide if I'm more embarrassed for him or for myself.

Iris finally catches her breath and wipes the tears from her eyes. "So, then what? He just left?"

"Yep, pretty much. He threw the condom in the trash, pulled up his pants, and left. And no, I did not ask for his number, and he didn't ask for mine." I run my hand down my face as if trying to wipe the memory from my mind. "After he left, I was still so horny, so I whipped out my vibrator and took care of myself."

B exhales after taking several gulps of water and fist pumps in the air, "Good for you, girl!" It’s followed up with a big yawn, which spreads to Iris, then to me.

"Okay, I'm about to pass out, so I'm going to brush my teeth and go to bed." She scoots over on the couch towards me and wraps her arms around my neck. "Sorry your first time back in the game was such a blowout. Or whatever sports people say."

I chuckle and hug her back. "Honestly, I'm glad it wasn't that great because I'm not ready to find my husband yet. I just want to play the field for a while, then hopefully find Mr. Right. I want to enjoy being single for a while."

B lets go of my neck and puts her hands on my cheeks, squishing my face. Her eyes are blurry, so I'm not sure if she'll remember this in the morning, but I can tell she means what she says next. "I'm so proud of you, Lou. You've had boyfriends for so long, and there's nothing wrong with that. But I really want you to enjoy being single with me, at least for a while. Because we may never get this again." She gives me a soft smile, and I rest my hand on top of her hands, which still rest on my cheeks.

The smile suddenly disappears, her lips form a thin line,and her eyes get big. Oh shit, she's about to barf. I quickly grab her empty water cup off the coffee table and put it under her chin. She gags, but nothing comes up yet, so I drag her to the bathroom as quickly as I can and put her head over the toilet. She gets there just in time to yack up the entire contents of her stomach.

After I finally get B settled into bed, I go out to the living room and find Iris passed out on the couch. She looks relatively comfortable, so I cover her with a blanket, put a pillow under her head, and leave her.

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