Planting Two Times

Natalie

          My head was damn hurting. It's been a while since I got a hangover. What happened last night? I felt a smooth skin and warm-hard body that I am lying on. I opened my eyes and winced from the pins and needles on my head. I close it again and just listen to this someone's heartbeat.

          My legs felt tangled to this man I am with and it felt so strong. I unconsciously hugged him since he felt so huggable. I process everything that happened last night. In the bar, I am with Francis, and we leave together, eat together in his kitchen and we taste wines and oh, fuck!

          That just made me get up automatically. Found myself naked with a few red marks on my breasts. I pull the satin sheet and look down at him. Damn, he's so fucking beautiful. Like a very perfect sculpted Greek-God. He even got very tight big balls that are very proportionate to that long thick penis of him. How did that fit inside me?

"Condom?" I muttered and I felt that inside was sticky. 

Oh, f~ck! Didn't we use a condom? Oh, shit, I am doomed! I will get fucking pregnant because of this drunk sex. I asked him to f~ck me and he did f~ck me without using a condom.

          I look down at him again. Well, he probably wouldn't marry me when he impregnates me. He will just support the kid and I don't want that. I also don't want to marry this guy. We are best friends when it comes to drinking, and we did have a beautiful night last night. I glance at the clock. And f~ck it more! I am so late.

I pulled the satin sheet and ran to the bathroom and started washing myself trying to remove all of it inside me. I even pee and pray to God that I won't get pregnant. But as I recall everything and remember every detail of that lovemaking. It was all sensual. So beautiful and he gave me a lot of exhausting climaxes that made me content. And makes my heart cry in happiness.

I stealthily bit my lip as I felt his seeds spread inside me more than once. We did it again when I was dozing off. 

          I immediately got out just to find him at the door of the bathroom. My heart jumped on that but now he's wearing boxers with cross arms. I curse at myself and pick my clothes.

"Where are you going?"

"Work. Why did we fuck?!" I ask him angrily because I'm mad at myself. I started putting my clothes on and I can feel his stare on me burning as I put my clothes on with the towel covering me.

"Because we are probably attracted to each other."

"NO!" I don't agree with that. He wouldn't get attracted to me. Well of course I am. I put my shoes on and search for my bag. I got out as he followed me where's the living room again? Oh, yes. I found it and my jacket there and my purse. "You didn't fucking use a condom!" he creased his brows and curse at himself. "You didn't pull out!"

"Because we are both into each other and that didn't get into my mind," Francis explains. 

"Did you usually screw women like that?!" I don't know why I'm mad but I'm fucking mad at myself.

"No. I use protection."

"Then why didn't you?" he exhales exasperatedly, and I put my jacket on.

"Wait, I'll drive you back." he got out and I didn't wait for him.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water then to the foyer fast and ask the guard to open the gate or even ask for a taxi. He did open the gate and seemed like calling a taxi. But I hurried outside trying to remember the way we came from.

          I started walking to the left. I was so occupied wondering and holding him last night as he drove. It's my first time driving me. We usually eat outside the last few years with the boys and talk about wines since they ask my advice about it. I like mixing things.

          But fuck, why did I even mix myself to that perfect God-like man? I shouldn't have sex with him and let his gorgeous big dick stick and wonders inside me as we both had our orgasms.

          I got startled when I heard his bike honk at me and stop in front of me. He still looked so beautiful and so tall and bulky.

"It's the wrong way, sweetheart."

"Don't you fuck call me sweetheart!" I retorted. I know I'm flushed from getting mad because I'm fucking mad at myself.

"Sorry, I shouldn't do what you ask, but you are too irresistible." He explained. 

"Did you usually fuck a woman like that once they ask you to fuck them because they are drunk and not in the right mind?"

"I usually don't. But I am wrong about doing it to you." So now he felt wrong that I was the one he f~cked? Why am I not f~ckable? Why? Am I not good? Of course, I am not f~ckable and wrong to be f~cked by someone God-like like him. I'm not good either. "Stop thinking it wrong. I wouldn't want to lose our friendship and all, but I wanted to fuck you not in that situation." He offered the helmet and I was confused about how he read my mind easily. "Come on now, Talie."

          I took it and I hold on to him as I straddle beside him. I didn't hug him or hold on to him because I feel so freaking bad at myself. But he caught my wrists and wrapped them in front of him.

          I remember how it felt that cold night and I remember how bare it is feeling on my skin. The beautiful pectorals, the eight packs of abdominal that I licked last night, and the big dick he got that he held for me. It all felt so amazing.

          His tongue wondering inside my mouth and even Bernie can't even do that to me. Just a kiss and makes my ovary drops and my pussy wet and my nipples hard as pebbles. His smell, so good, and the smell of sweet wines that we tasted.

Oh, God. I have to stop fantasizing about him when I have a bigger problem to face later on. And I just remembered that he had it two times inside me. 

“Talie… you are so good. I love your body…” I just suddenly hear him saying those inside my mind. Did he say it while we are having sex? Oh, God. I’m so doomed and hot at the same time.