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Story: The Christmas Bet
Damnit, it felt so fucking good. He holds out a hand to help me up, pulling me up towards him. The air is still charged all around us, my body still needing to feel him on top of me. But he steps back for a moment to collect himself. He releases me, running a hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh.
“I, um, I should get going. Thank you for letting me come up here for a beer.” He leans in and kisses me on the forehead.
“Yeah, sure.” My mind is completely scrambled. This man went from hot to cold in one second flat. My lips are still tingling from him, and my heart is still beating against my chest like it wants to break free from its cage. Before I can say anything more, he’s opening my front door.
“Night, Allison.” He turns, giving me a wide smile and a wink.
“Night, Conner.” Once the door clicks shut, it snaps me out of my dream, and I fall back onto the couch. I stare at the arm of the couch where my head was only moments ago, and my entire body heats up from remembering what his body on top of mine felt like.
I’ve never had that happen before. The feeling of desire and need, the wanting him to never stop. I let out a long, loud exhale and run my hand through my hair. My phone goes off again, and I grab it off the table. There’s a text from Lacy telling me to call her as soon as the date is over.
Well, the date is over.
I pull up her contact info and click on her phone number. It rings once before she answers.
“Oh my god. It’s only ten o’clock. Why are you calling me and not busy doing the bonk bonk with the hottie?” Lexi demands when she answers the call.
“Bonk bonk? Really?” I laugh into the phone. She really has a way of putting things. It’s one of my favorite things about her. I call them Lacyisms.
“Yes, really. You were supposed to get laid with the dirty sex he was going to give you, and then you were going to be happy enough to move on to the next penis. Get laid some more until the right penis fit you, Cinderella.”
I throw my head back giggling. Tears form in the corner of my eyes, and my stomach starts to tighten as I try to catch my breath.
“So, what happened? I need the deets.”
I wipe my eyes and take a deep breath. “Honestly, he’s a nice guy.”
“But?”
“He’s intense. I mean the night didn’t go off well at first. I left him at the bar right in the middle of our date. He ended up stopping me before I got into a taxi and walked me back to my place.”
“Wait, what?” she gasps.
“He walked me back. We talked, and he was nice …” I trail off.
“You asked him up, didn’t you? For the dirty sex?”
I groan, “Oh my god! Enough about the dirty sex. And to answer you, yes, I did ask him up. It’s just … I don’t know, Lacy. There’s something about him. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but my mind and my heart are not on the same page.”
“So, there’s something that make you want to pull him in and ride him off into the sunset, and another part of you that wants to send you running for the hills.” She chuckles into the phone. “What happened when he came up?”
“Well—”
“You guys did it like bunnies!” Lacy yells through the phone.
I snort and shake my head. “No! We kissed. That was it. We had a bit of a hot make out sesh that your text message interrupted. He got up and left. I mean, I didn’t even get his number or give him mine. So, that’s it.”
I turn myself and lay my head against the arm of the couch again. My finger traces my lips as I remember how he felt against me. My body still tingles from his touch.
Lacy sighs, “And now I hate myself more for being nosy. Sorry, Allie.”
“No worries. Look, it was nice, if not weird. But I did have a nice time.”
“Okay, well, I’m glad. I’ll let you get back to reliving the hot make out session. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I end the call and place the phone on my chest. My mind recalls the entire night with Conner. The ups, the downs, and everything in between. I don’t understand how on one hand I can just not want to be anywhere near him, but on the other I am completely drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
His eyes, his laugh, even his egotistical attitude … it all makes me want more of him. I want to sass him, I want to push his buttons. I want to feel his lips brushing mine, his body pressing into me. Fuck. I rub my hand over my face.
“I, um, I should get going. Thank you for letting me come up here for a beer.” He leans in and kisses me on the forehead.
“Yeah, sure.” My mind is completely scrambled. This man went from hot to cold in one second flat. My lips are still tingling from him, and my heart is still beating against my chest like it wants to break free from its cage. Before I can say anything more, he’s opening my front door.
“Night, Allison.” He turns, giving me a wide smile and a wink.
“Night, Conner.” Once the door clicks shut, it snaps me out of my dream, and I fall back onto the couch. I stare at the arm of the couch where my head was only moments ago, and my entire body heats up from remembering what his body on top of mine felt like.
I’ve never had that happen before. The feeling of desire and need, the wanting him to never stop. I let out a long, loud exhale and run my hand through my hair. My phone goes off again, and I grab it off the table. There’s a text from Lacy telling me to call her as soon as the date is over.
Well, the date is over.
I pull up her contact info and click on her phone number. It rings once before she answers.
“Oh my god. It’s only ten o’clock. Why are you calling me and not busy doing the bonk bonk with the hottie?” Lexi demands when she answers the call.
“Bonk bonk? Really?” I laugh into the phone. She really has a way of putting things. It’s one of my favorite things about her. I call them Lacyisms.
“Yes, really. You were supposed to get laid with the dirty sex he was going to give you, and then you were going to be happy enough to move on to the next penis. Get laid some more until the right penis fit you, Cinderella.”
I throw my head back giggling. Tears form in the corner of my eyes, and my stomach starts to tighten as I try to catch my breath.
“So, what happened? I need the deets.”
I wipe my eyes and take a deep breath. “Honestly, he’s a nice guy.”
“But?”
“He’s intense. I mean the night didn’t go off well at first. I left him at the bar right in the middle of our date. He ended up stopping me before I got into a taxi and walked me back to my place.”
“Wait, what?” she gasps.
“He walked me back. We talked, and he was nice …” I trail off.
“You asked him up, didn’t you? For the dirty sex?”
I groan, “Oh my god! Enough about the dirty sex. And to answer you, yes, I did ask him up. It’s just … I don’t know, Lacy. There’s something about him. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but my mind and my heart are not on the same page.”
“So, there’s something that make you want to pull him in and ride him off into the sunset, and another part of you that wants to send you running for the hills.” She chuckles into the phone. “What happened when he came up?”
“Well—”
“You guys did it like bunnies!” Lacy yells through the phone.
I snort and shake my head. “No! We kissed. That was it. We had a bit of a hot make out sesh that your text message interrupted. He got up and left. I mean, I didn’t even get his number or give him mine. So, that’s it.”
I turn myself and lay my head against the arm of the couch again. My finger traces my lips as I remember how he felt against me. My body still tingles from his touch.
Lacy sighs, “And now I hate myself more for being nosy. Sorry, Allie.”
“No worries. Look, it was nice, if not weird. But I did have a nice time.”
“Okay, well, I’m glad. I’ll let you get back to reliving the hot make out session. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I end the call and place the phone on my chest. My mind recalls the entire night with Conner. The ups, the downs, and everything in between. I don’t understand how on one hand I can just not want to be anywhere near him, but on the other I am completely drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
His eyes, his laugh, even his egotistical attitude … it all makes me want more of him. I want to sass him, I want to push his buttons. I want to feel his lips brushing mine, his body pressing into me. Fuck. I rub my hand over my face.