Page 19 of Christmas Romance Galore!
“Sorry!” she mumbled.
After the fourth time of asking, I reached down.
“Try this,” I said, guiding her fingers in.
She grinned lazily at me.
However, once she got her bearings, there was no let up from the steam train that was Jenny. She was on a mission to make me come and I was down with that. After her initial fumbling, Jenny remembered what to do and had me sliding to a climax precisely 14 minutes after I’d first entered her bedroom. I know, because Jenny’s bedside alarm clock told me so.
Before I could get my breath back, Jenny was naked and on top of me, grinding into me. She leaned forward, her breasts falling on to mine, covering my neck with kisses. And then she began to nip at my neck. And then suck on it, hard, with her teeth.
I flinched. Was she trying to give me a hickey? Had I time-travelled back to my teens?
I pushed her off and she looked surprised, her mouth hanging open, her eyes still hungry.
“You not into that?” she asked in a slurred drawl.
I shook my head. “Not so much.”
She threw back her head and chuckled. “Okay, we can just cut straight to the chase,” she replied, lowering her mouth back to my neck and then my ear, this time giving me feather-light kisses. “And if you hurry, you can still get the last Tube home.”
How’s that for a bucket of cold water on my libido?
Still, Jenny’s perky breasts and flat stomach went some way to reigniting my desire. I cupped her arse, then slid up and into her — she was so ready. I slid my tongue into her welcoming mouth and began a rhythm with my fingers — I was feeling something of a stud as Jenny moaned above me, her wetness sliding down my hand.
Then she sat up, threw her head back, and began to chant while riding me. When I say chant, it was more like shouting. She was really bellowing out the words for everyone to hear. I was thankful we were on the second floor. If she had the room next to the lounge, I’m sure half of them would have been joining us by now. As it was, they were all probably used to this sideshow.
“Oh! Yes!” Jenny shouted, levering herself up and down.
There was only me and her in the room, but it felt like we had an audience.
“Deeper! I love it! Fuck! Me! Harder!” And then she became erratic, bouncing up and down on me now with a staccato rhythm. With every movement of her body, another word spurted out of her mouth.
“I! Love! Having! Sex! With! Women!”
Oh. My. God. She really had just said that. Who the hell was this woman? I narrowed my eyes. Focus.
My concentration clearly paid dividends, because within minutes Jenny’s muscles were spasming and her insides clutching my fingers, then Jenny was arching her back and crying out. Up high, with her breasts bouncing, she was just the sort of woman I went for. Eventually, she grew tired and lay down beside me, her head lolling lazily in my direction, a half-smile on her face.
“You’re okay, you know that?” she said.
I couldn’t think of anything to say.
Just then, there was a knock at Jenny’s door.
“Who is it?” she said.
“Edie!” a voice replied.
“Open!” Jenny shouted back.
What? With us lying naked and uncovered, in a cloud of sex? Was she fucking crazy?
I sat up, scrabbling to grab the duvet from the bottom of the bed, when in walked Jenny’s room-mate, Edie. She looked like she’d just rocked up off an Aussie beach, all blonde tangled hair and brown limbs.
She smiled at us as if this was an everyday occurrence — it crossed my mind it might be.
“Just getting that black top, Jen, sorry!” Her voice was sing-song and didn’t carry an ounce of apology. She rummaged in Jenny’s wardrobe, before finding the top and holding it up. “Ta-da!” she said, before backing out of the room. “Please,” she said, shutting the door with a grin. “Get back to whatever it was you were doing.”
