“Positive.” She replies before standing up and offering me her hand. I don’t know where we’re going, but I’ll follow her wherever she leads me.
We pass Alex on the couch, his sleeping form reminding me of his lingering looks from earlier.
“Is there something going on between you and Alex?” I ask as we start up the stairs that lead to the roof. I need to know, I need to make sure this isn’t going to cause a rift in our friendship. Alex and mine. Bristol and mine. And Alex and Bristol.
“No.” She turns slightly as her long blonde hair, cascading down her back, is pushed to the side. “He’s a great friend, but I don’t see him the way I see you.” I let out a staggered breath at her words. Relief pours out of me, I couldn’t imagine what a love triangle would do to the dynamics of our band. I follow her up the metal staircase, her short skirt lifting slightly with every step, showing me little bits of her ass cheek. When we reach the top, she pushes open the door, and the cool air hits us both. This is easily one of the best nights of my life, and it’s only getting better.
I follow Bristol to the sun-bleached lounger in the middle of the empty rooftop. She takes a seat and folds her hands in her lap nervously. I take a seat next to her and wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling her into me.
“Don’t be nervous, baby.” I say, lifting her chin with my other hand. Her eyes hold mine as a slow smile pulls her lips. I lean forward and kiss her like I’ve wanted to all night, since I saw her half-naked this morning, and since she told me she wants this as much as I do. “I won’t hurt you.” I whisper against her lips.
“I know.” She replies against my lips as she pulls at her top. “I just want this to be good for you.”
I laugh lightly as she struggles with the black fringe. “Don’t worry about me, babe, I have no doubt that it will be good.” I grab the sides of her top to help her out of it. As soon as the fabric gives, I'm blessed with the image I haven’t gotten out of my head since this morning. Her breasts are perfect in front of me, rising and falling with each breath she takes. Rosy pink nipples pebble from the chill outside and her arousal. I tentatively skate my fingers up the side of her ribs and rest my palm against her breast. Bristol and I have fooled around before, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen her without her top, but it feels different, this time we are going to take things a step further.
Her fingertips graze my thigh as she leans forward to lock her lips with mine. I feel her tongue against my lips and need no further request for invitation. I meet her tongue with mine, tasting the vodka and cherries she always seems to taste like. I continue to explore her torso with my hand as her fingers trail up my thigh, stopping just short of the one area I want her to touch most.
I use my body weight to pull us back against the lounger we’re sitting on, the position allowing me more opportunities to explore her body. I trail my fingertips along the button of her corduroy skirt.
“Do you want me to take it off?” She asks, breaking the kiss.
“If you want to.” I reply, praying to Jesus and all of his disciples she says yes.
“Okay,” she says, her hand leaving my thigh to unbutton and shimmy the skirt down her legs. Once the skirt is off, she lays back down in nothing but her thin black panties.
“Are you going to take your clothes off?” She asks as my eyes wander her gorgeous body. I’m still fully clothed and haven't even lost my shirt. I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head, the breeze from the ocean cooling my overheated skin. I stand and pop the button of my jeans, pushing them down around my ankles before kicking them and my shoes off completely. I take my spot next to Bristol, her skin soft against my rough. I trail my fingers along her arms and goosebumps develop.
“So…” she asks, a smile gracing her face. "What’s your plan here?” she whispers.
“I have no idea.” I confess with a laugh. I don’t know how to start this, but I feel like getting closer to her is the first step. With one swoop, I pull her body closer to mine, and she laughs lightly at the contact of her chest against mine. She uses her fingertips to graze my arms and my sides before stopping at my hips bones. I watch her intently as she takes a shaky breath and pushes her hand beneath my boxers. I follow her lead, not wanting to push her any further than she’s willing to go tonight. When her palm meets my shaft, I hiss at the contact. I try to hold it in but the feeling of her hand on my already leaking cock has me biting my bottom lip.
“You can touch me if you want.” she whispers as her palm moves slowly up and down my shaft. I take the invitation and push my hand inside her soaking panties, she whimpers when my fingers graze her clit. I continue the movements slowly, teasing her clit until it's swollen beneath my fingertip. Moving lower, I dip a single finger into her channel, her juices coating my entire hand. Bristol’s hips buck against my hand as I continue moving my finger in and out, her hand on my cock has me ready to blow all over my boxers. Jesus Christ, her pussy feels amazing on my finger, the thought of what it’s going to feel like wrapped around my cock has me counting back from ten slowly.
“Are you ready?” I ask her lowly, my voice destroyed with need.
“Yes.” she moans, her body bowing as she rides my fingers. “Do you have a condom?” she pants.
Condom. Fuck. Yes, I do. It’s in my wallet, which is in my pants, which are on the ground, a long way away from me at this second. “One second.” I say, pulling my hand away from her pussy. My hand is covered in her wetness, and I feel a compelling need to taste her. Sitting up, I grab my pants, the wallet falling out into my palm, and I grab the condom I’ve kept in there since my dad gave it to me a year ago. Looking down at Bristol, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Her hair is splayed against the lounger, her skin is flushed from her arousal. Leaning forward, I pull her panties down her hips, her scent driving me crazy as her panties slip off her feet. I hold her panties up to my nose and inhale deeply. Jesus, no wonder men lose their damn minds over women. I toss her panties on top of my jeans and lean forward, my face hovering inches above the apex of her thighs.
“Can I taste you?” I croak, the need nearly breaking me.
“Yes.” she replies, the words barely leaving her mouth as I bury my face against her folds. The tangy sweetness coats my tongue as I worship her body. I have no idea what I’m doing so I concentrate on her clit, slowly sucking it in and out while I twirl my tongue against the tender flesh. Her hands find my hair as she pulls my face further against her pussy. I continue to work her clit in rhythm, and her hands tighten in my hair as she starts to move her hips against my face. I can’t breath, but fuck it, if this is how I go, this is how I go. Her thighs wrap tightly around my ears as her body starts to quake. Using my free hand, I slip a single finger inside her, her walls grip my finger like a vice grip as she moans my name.
“Ohhh..” Bristol moans into the night air. Her body slowly comes down from her high, her eyes are squeezed tight, and I want nothing more than to see her right now.
“Open your eyes.” I request against her still spasming pussy. “I wanna see you, baby.”
At my request, her eyes fly open and meet mine, they’re glassy and far off from her orgasm or the alcohol, I don’t know, but the fact that I was able to put that look on her face makes me want to punch the sky. I can feel my heartbeat in my dick right now, though, and the poor guy is so close to coming I don’t know that I’ll even make it inside of Bristol before I blow. Fuck it. Leaning back on my knees, I pull my boxers down and rip open the side of the condom with my teeth. I roll the latex down my shaft, hoping I don’t break it. I inspect my handiwork, and when it doesn’t look like it’s torn anywhere, I shift my eyes back to Bristol. She’s sitting up on her elbows watching me, waiting for me. A light sweat coats her skin, the reflection off of the street lights makes it look like she’s glowing. Tossing her hair over one shoulder, she beckons me forward with her index finger, and I let out a staggered breath as I try to concentrate on anything but coming right now. Bristol lets her knees fall open, giving me a perfect view of her still dripping folds. I move on top of her, slowly, careful not to press all my weight against her. With one hand, I guide my cock to her entrance, and I watch her expression as I trail the tip against her clit before pushing slowly into her channel. Her warmth engulfs my tip, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to push all the way home and set up camp there.
“Holy fuck, Andrew.” she pants, “It’s not going to fit.”
“It’ll fit.” I say with a smile. “Relax, baby.” I take a deep breath and watch her follow, then I push myself in a little bit further, and she winces again.
“You good?” I ask, before going any further.
“Yeah,” she nods, nibbling her bottom lip. Her eyes meet mine as I push all the way in, and her eyes widen in shock as her body envelopes mine. Holy shit, this is heaven. I’m torn between wanting to pull back and wanting to stay right where I’m at. Her body tightens below me, and I know that it had to hurt. She pulls her bottom lips between her teeth and her eyes hold mine. I still, hoping like hell she doesn’t want to stop because I am so close to coming that I think even pulling out at this point would make me come.
“Move.” she yelps through her teeth. “It’s too much, move. I can feel you in my lungs.”