Page 1 of Red Snow
SHE’S NOT SUPPOSEDto be here. I can only imagine what Mother would say if she knew she was here, placing her jacket on her dining room table, sitting down on her couch. I don’t know what she’d do. I try not to think about it and focus on the woman.
“This is aninterestingplace,” she says, trying to be kind. She smiles as she looks around the living room, nodding her head like she’s trying to convince herself that the lime green couches aren’t hideous and the twenty-seven inch TV isn’t embarrassingly small. She’s trying, and I have to give her that.
“Thank you,” I reply with a smile. I don’t mention anything else about the place. I don’t really want to talk about it. Too many bad memories in here. Too many memories of things that happened on that couch. Unspeakable things.
“So, are you going to offer me a drink?” she asks, still smiling. I can see it in her eyes that she’s thinking something sexual. She wants to fuck me, I know it. She wanted to fuck me the minute she saw me in Koot’s, and I jumped at the opportunity. I’m a grown man, I’m allowed to sleep with women. I can do that now.
“Sure, what would you like?” I answer.
“I’m not sure. What do you have?”
I waltz into the kitchen, trying my best to stay confident in every move I make. Women like that. Confidence is key, and it has to be obvious in everything you do. Mother would get mad at me if I acted like I was doubting myself, which I did most of the time, so she was always mad at me. But I’ve got it down now.
“Alright, let’s see.” I open the cabinet above the refrigerator and peek inside. Mother had lots of drinks, and I’m not supposed to be touching them. There’s all kinds of vodka, which was her favorite thing to drink when she was taking her pills to make herself feel better, so I know it’s good, even though I don’t drink. I’m not allowed, but I wouldn’t even if I was. Mother let me sip some of hers once when I was a kid and it was disgusting, so I’ve never been interested, which I think was the whole point.
“There’s vodka. We could mix it with some cranberry juice if you want.”
“Well that’s my favorite drink. How’d you know?” she jokes as I take the cup from the cupboard and put three cubes of ice in it before filling it with the clear and red liquids. I take it over to her and place it in her hand.
“You’re not going to drink with me?” she asks, noticing I’m empty handed now.
“Nah, I got my fill at the bar, but please enjoy yours,” I lie to her, smiling like I know she wants me to. Smiling at her will make her comfortable, and her comfort will keep me comfortable.
“Oh, I see what you’ve got planned,” she says, raising her eyebrow like she’s on to something sinister. “You’re trying to get me drunk.”
“What? No, of course not.”
“Oh yes you are. You think if you get me drunk you’ll have a better chance of getting laid.” She places the cup on the round wooden coffee table and stands up in front of me, maintaining eye contact the entire time. “Well, let me tell you something I think you’ll love to hear. You don’t need to get me drunk in order to get laid. I’ve already decided on that. In fact, I wouldn’t be here if that wasn’t part of my plan.”
She reaches up and starts unbuttoning her red and black flannel shirt, still staring at me. I can see she’s trying to be seductive. She wants to be sexy for me, which is a good change. She wants me to enjoy what I’m seeing, and I know she wants to make me feel good. My heart is pounding in my chest, but I think I like it. I think.
The shirt comes off, followed by the black bra, and I feel a familiar hardness in my pants, but it’s more intense than ever. It’s like my dick is throbbing with the desire to have her. There’s no awkwardness or feeling like I’m doing something wrong. It feels good to have this intense of an erection. Her breast are beautifully large and I can tell from the way she looks at me with that self-assured expression on her face that she likes her breasts too. They’re probably her favorite feature on her body.
While her figure is beautiful, it’s not the body of a twenty-something-year-old. I didn’t ask her age at the bar, but I can tell from the wrinkles and obvious attempt at being sexy, this woman is in her forties. I just look at her, admiring how all of this feels. I could get used to this. I could really enjoy this type of attention from a woman. This could become normal for me, and wouldn’t that be a hoot.
“So, are you going to just sit there staring, or are you going to fuck me?” she asks, smiling from ear to ear like she knows she’s saying the exact words I want to hear, which is kind of freaky because they really are the words I think I want to hear.
I don’t answer. Instead, I mirror her smile as I stand up and go in for the kiss. Our mouths touch and the warm passion flows back and forth between our two tongues. My erection becomes as hard as steel as I run my hands over her hard nipples and she moans into my mouth. I feel her hands slide down my stomach, pausing to enjoy my abs before going down to my belt buckle, which she removes quickly like a pro. My pants drop to the floor, suddenly followed by my underwear, and the next thing I know, she’s down on her knees taking all of me into her mouth.
She sucks me like she’s been waiting to do it all night long, and it might be the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my entire thirty-five years of existence. She’s so enthusiastic and full of energy that I have to concentrate not to come in her mouth. I try to pull her away, but she shoves my hand to the side and keeps right on going. She’s like a woman possessed and I can barely stand up straight. I close my eyes to try to fight off the oncoming explosion, but she’s too much for me, and the next thing I know, she’s gagging and choking. She spits out the pasty white liquid onto the carpet and the first thing I think is how pissed mother would be about that, but then I remember to show concern for the woman who’s about to choke to death on my come.
“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” I ask, genuinely concerned for her as she chokes and spits.
“What the hell, man?” she snaps. “A little warning would’ve been nice.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I tried to pull you away but you kept going. It was just really good.”
“Well thanks, but do you always come that fast?”
“Not usually, no. You were just really good. But don’t worry about it, I can keep going. This won’t stop me.”
“Really? But you just came. You can still keep going?” she asks like she’s surprised. She even looks down at my dick and is shocked to see I’m still hard.
“Trust me, I’m good.”
“Well alright then.”
“Yeah. We should go to the bedroom,” I tell her, smiling like coming in fifteen seconds isn’t a complete confidence killer, and she falls for it.
