Page 3 of Hunt for the Roses
I groan as I lean back on my forearms against the mattress. I’m sitting at the foot of my bed with my boxer briefs pulled down, while Chelsea’s naked on her knees. Chelsea is the smokeshow I met at the karaoke bar, and I’d say this blow job is probably worth dipping out early on my friends.
They’ll get over it, trust me.
I grab the condom sitting next to me on the mattress and rip it open. “Stand up,” I rasp as I tug on her upper arm, and then roll the condom down my shaft. When Chelsea stands, I wrap my arm around the small of her back to flip us so she’s lying down, and I settle myself between her legs.
Chelsea whimpers as I pump into her, tilting her head back into the mattress, and her response only encourages me more. I hook my forearms around the back of Chelsea’s thighs so she’s spread wide for me, and I’m on my knees now.
I grunt as I take in the vision of Chelsea’s body, and the feeling of her around me is just as fucking good as I imagined it would be. It’s only a matter of time before I feel Chelsea shudder below me, and when she cries out in sheer pleasure, I brace one forearm next to her head on the mattress and finally chase my own release.
My forehead is now dipped into the mattress at the side of Chelsea’s head, and the only sound filling my bedroom is the sound of our ragged breathing as we descend from our highs. When I’m finally able to get my breathing under control, I gently slip out of her and get up from the bed, leaving Chelsea naked on the mattress. I dispose of the condom in my wastebasket in the corner, and find my jeans on the floor to put back on. Once my jeans are buckled around me, I find Chelsea’s yellow mini dress in the corner of the bedroom, and retrieve it to hand it to her.
“I believe this is yours,” I say as I hold Chelsea’s dress out to her.
“Thanks,” Chelsea says with a satisfied smile as she takes the garment from my hand.
I pick up my t-shirt that was also tossed randomly on the floor, and walk to my dresser to look through my phone for any messages I may have missed. I hear Chelsea shuffle off the bed to walk up behind me, and then I feel her palms sliding up my back to land on my shoulders. “You wereincredible,” she moans in my ear.
I turn my head over my shoulder to look at her with a smirk. “Glad I could be of service.”
Chelsea continues with a seductive grin. “I wouldn’t be opposed to another round sometime.” With her fingertips, she’s tracing the length of my black and gray phoenix tattoo that covers the entire right side of my torso and wraps around the back of my shoulder so the flames dip onto my pec. But as much as her tender touch is trying to persuade me to see her again, her convincing falls short.
Survey says…
Not going to happen.
I place my phone back on the dresser to put my shirt back on, and turn around to cup Chelsea’s hips in my hands. I bite my lip as I smack her ass cheek one time, causing Chelsea to yelp in a wide grin. “Oh!”
I smile back as I grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger to bring her in for a kiss, and when I pull back to look at her, I say what I really want to say. “Do you need me to take you home?”
I’m single, don’t judge me.
Chelsea responds with a timid smile. “I can set up an Uber.”
“Alright, I’ll let you get your things together.” I release my hold on her and walk toward my bedroom door, but once I reach the handle, I turn around to look at her. “Take your time. I’m going to be in the living room.” Then I exit my bedroom and walk to plop down on my living room couch, praying Chelsea sets up the fastest Uber known to man.
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Saturday, June 12, 2021
The next night, I’m entering the local dive bar, Shippers, to meet up with Kate, Trent, Kyle, and Aria. I met Kyle Reid seven years ago during our sophomore year of college at Dupont University. We were both in the architecture program, and as fate would have it, we were set up by our professor to complete a presentation for his class. We actually came to find out we have a lot of similar interests; craft beer, cars, working out, traveling. The list can go on, but you get the idea.
Kyle and I didn’t meet Trent Palmer until a year later at Dupont. Trent is the odd man out, having studied business and marketing, but we still like him, I suppose. The three of us met at a mixer on campus, which was the same night we discovered Trent had a girlfriend in one of the sororities. So naturally, Kyle and I took advantage of that real quick. Trent had introduced us to his then-girlfriend Casey, sorority sister of the Kappa Delta house, who introduced us to her friends. As you could guess, Kyle and I were able to reap a lot of benefits for the rest of our college days where girls were concerned.
However, one of the best things about being introduced to the sorority was getting to meet Kate Crowley, who also happened to be a sorority sister at Kappa Delta. Kate had the biggest crush on Trent back then, and I definitely think she still has one now, but she’ll never admit it. Trent gives off more of a surfer vibe with his shaggy light brown hair, clean-shaved face, and broad and bronzed physique. Maybe it’s the baby blues of his that gets Kate every time. Who knows?
Anyway, Kate’s a hoot. Of course, Kyle and I would never think of her as more than a great friend. Not to say she isn’t attractive, because she’s certainly a looker. Kate’s a five-foot-six brown-eyed blonde, always bubbly, trying new things, and encouraging people to tag along for the ride. She is the definition of an extrovert, which sometimes is a little overbearing, but we love her in spite of that.
The four of us were happy to discover that we actually live within a half hour of each other, and have continued to hang out past our college years. Shippers was our place of choice, and we would try to come here at least once every weekend. Friday or Saturday night, whichever worked best for the whole group.
Our group of four became a group of five when Kyle was introduced to Aria Tate about four years ago. One of Kyle’s coworkers set him up on a blind date with Aria, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. We all gave a stamp of approval when we first met the brown-haired, brown-eyed teacher. Aria can be just as funny as the rest of us when she wants to be, so she can keep up with us pretty well. Not to mention, she’s probably one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. It’s no surprise Kyle was infatuated with her from the very beginning.
So that’s the background of how my four best friends and I met, and why I have a big smile on my face as I open the door to Shippers. The thing with us is we don’t need anything glamorous. We just need these wood walls, dim lighting, and neon bar signs. A simple night like tonight is our staple of being twenty-six years old, and we wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Once I walk through the entrance to Shippers, I go straight to the bar to grab a beer and spot the crew in the corner of the bar at a high-top table. To make their presence known, they all raise their hands and shout, “Eyyyyy!”
I love these people.
When I reach the table, Kyle and Trent are sitting on the outside, so we exchange the typical “bro” handshakes to greet each other, and I take the head seat at the table.
