I stepped over to the bar to settle up while Erika ran to the little-girls room and texted her driver.
While I stood there, the rock star came up and gave me a big hug from behind. At first, I thought I was being mugged but realized it was just him recognizing me in his drug-addled state.
“Man! I can’t believe it’s you,” he said as he swayed.
I gagged a little because of his stale, tobacco-stained breath. Someone needed a breath mint. I let him take a selfie and then paid our tab.
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On the ride back to my place, I wanted to be clear about what came next.
“Before we take this evening to the next level …” I started.
“So, this will be a one-night sort of deal? You don’t want to make a long-term commitment?” Erika asked.
I simply nodded.
“I don’t want to lie to you, Erika.”
She looked out the window, away from me. I began to wonder if I’d made a mistake by overtalking it. Perhaps I should have just taken her back and had a little fun. Well, hopefully, a lot of fun. Mr. Happy had been half-hard all night, and I found the possibility of going home alone almost physically painful.
Instead of having her driver take us to my condo, he pulled up in front of the hotel. We got out, and Erika started walking towards the hotel, but stopped and turned to me when I didn’t immediately follow. I really must have been a ‘stupid boy.’
“Are you coming?” she asked quietly as she extended her hand to take mine.
Internally, my pulse quickened, and Mr. Happy decided to stretch out in anticipation. One of the staff greeted us at the door. I glanced back to catch a photographer taking our picture. I quickly put him out of my mind as she led me to the elevator, never releasing my hand. As the doors closed, I couldn’t help myself.
“Are you sure?”
Erika gave me a come-hither look that promised so much.
“So, are we going to do this the hard way, or—who am I kidding? There’s really just the hard way,” I said.
She rolled her eyes at me. When the elevator reached her floor, she led me to her door. I admit being a little giddy as my heart began to race. Erika pulled her keycard out of her purse and pushed it into the slot. The door made a little chirp to let us know it had unlocked. She flicked on the lights and turned to me, suddenly looking shy. I gave her a wicked grin and began to take my clothes off as she watched.
“Do you need help undressing, Princess?” I asked.
That snapped her out of whatever she was going through at that moment. I had removed everything but my boxers and socks. I stepped over to her, and Erika allowed me to start undressing her. My princess acted bashful when I unhooked her bra, and she trembled as I lightly ran my fingers down her back.
“I’m not really all that experienced,” she said in a soft voice.
My first reaction was to call bullshit because she’d done just fine when she gave me head this afternoon. But by the way she looked right now, I began to believe her.
“Have you ever?” I asked, suddenly worried I might have pushed this too far.
“Yes,” Erika admitted. “But it has been a while.”
I pulled her into my arms to give her a hug of assurance. Erika’s hair smelled of something floral. I let my hands slide down her back and trace the curve of her hips. Then I pulled back slightly, and she gave me a tentative smile. I took that as a signal and leaned down and kissed her.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you,” I admitted.
That gave Erika the courage to kiss me, and she began to relax as our kiss intensified. I gently used her hips to guide her to the edge of the bed, then turned her around and gently pushed her forward so she lay on her stomach. Erika’s feet hung off the side of the bed, so I reached for her panties and pulled them down to expose her beautiful backside. I eased them off her legs. I’d forgotten to take her high heels off but decided they made her look so hot, I left them on her.
Then I stood up and took off my socks and boxers. Mr. Happy quivered in anticipation as he leaked pre-cum. I quickly knelt down behind Erika and spread her legs far enough apart for me to bury my tongue deep in her sex. She shuddered. Mr. Happy all but begged to touch her.
Erika was soaking wet, so I stood up and allowed my friend to rub up and down her sex. I gritted my teeth so I wouldn’t lose it too soon. I remembered that I needed a condom and quickly grabbed my pants to fetch one and put it on. Once I was covered, I grabbed her hips and gently pushed forward. Frick, she was right. It must have been a while because she felt like she might be too tight to take me.
“Relax,” I coached her, gently rubbing her back.
Erika arched her back, and I pushed again. This time, I was able to get the first third in before she began to moan. I stopped because it sounded almost painful.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Are you all the way in?” she asked.
“Not quite,” I admitted.
“I’m not sure I can take much more. You’re huge compared to my first guy.”
Red flags popped up. Had she only done this once before? Was I corrupting her?
“Push it in,” she ordered.
