Bates
“May I come in?” I ask through the darkness. Squinting, I can just make out the bed in the shadows. A pale sliver of moonlight has streaked through a gap in her curtains.
“You’re already in,” Lana says, sounding kind of stunned and breathless.
“I… yeah, I didn’t want to wake anyone else by knocking on your door.
I guess I’m asking if it’s okay that I’m here, in your very…
flammable-smelling abode? Should I wait until you’re sober to apologize for today and then stress to you that my intentions last night were pure?
Well, as pure as a man twice your age deflowering you can be.
I think. Um… How much did you drink tonight? ”
“Not enough to need the bucket Martha left, probably not enough to forget you being here now, but definitely more than enough to impair my judgment, which is likely the reason I’ll allow you to come in,” she replies honestly.
There’s a rush of movement, the sound of fabrics shearing together, and the muttering of a few choice words before the bedside lamp clicks on.
Lana hurries to tidy her hair as I stare at her lush breasts almost bursting out of some frilly little thing that barely covers her, let alone keeps her warm when it’s fucking freezing outside.
“What are you sleeping in?”
She glances at her tits.
Her gorgeous, full, round breasts have their tight little nipples on high-beam from the chill in the air.
“I’m a magnificent woman who’s incredibly sexy at all hours of the day. These are my pajamas. I definitely wouldn’t wear anything as pedestrian and deep-north as thermals and sweatpants to bed.” She glances to her left and nudges something off the bed that looked remarkably like sweatpants.
“You are magnificent,” I agree, coming closer and picking up the clothing items she’s apparently just shed.
They’re still warm from her body heat. “And incredibly sexy,” I add as I turn her clothes the right way.
“At all hours of the day. Even while wearing such pedestrian and deep-north fashion items.” I pull her woolen thermal over her head and wait to see if she’ll send me packing for it.
Nope.
She lets me dress her.
Lets me thread her arms through the sleeves and brush my fingers down her waist as I pull down the body of her thermal wear.
She also lets me slide my rough hands along her bare legs as I guide her sweats up and over her fucking edible-looking ass.
It’s torture to cover up all of her soft, smooth skin, and she watches me suffer as if enjoying herself.
“Better?” she asks when I’m done.
“Not really. Your come-and-suck-me-Bates nipples are still taunting me to the point of a very aggressive erection I have no chance of hiding, but at least there’s a chance you might think I’m serious about what I’m going to say now.”
“Which is?”
“I realize that today revealed some — well, let’s face it — shocking realities, and I worry about how you’ll take them. I’m going to set aside the issue of your dad for the time being, to just focus on you for a minute — as a woman, entirely separate from this fucked-up situation. Can I do that?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Nodding, I tuck a wild lock of hair behind her ear. It’s still damp. Cold. Looking around, I can’t see a hat, so I take off my toque and pull it down over her ears to keep her from catching a chill.
“I… I don’t want you to think that last night didn’t mean anything to me.
It meant more than I can say. To me,” I clarify — in case I’ve completely misread the situation, and she actually has no regrets about things ending the way they did before the whole learning we’ll be working together in the middle of nowhere, with her dad, thing.
“You made me feel things I’d forgotten I could feel, and I didn’t know how much I needed reminding of them.
It was special, and I can’t bear you thinking otherwise. ”
Lana rubs her cheeks and lets her misty gaze travel over me.
“I’m sorry you lost your baby,” she whispers, lowering her head. “You must be…” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”
My finger strokes beneath her chin, and I lift her face to meet her eyes.
“There was no baby, Lana. She faked it. Lied to me to manipulate my choices. Caused irreparable damage to our relationship with her lies and betrayal and brought us to an end.”
“Oh?” Lana’s eyebrows rise and then plummet. “Oh.”
My heart leaps into a sprint as I see her inner cogs working — and not in any way that looks positive for me. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Lana.”
“I’m thinking I was definitely a rebound fuck, and I am also now suddenly realizing why you were desperate not to be one. It doesn’t feel good.”
I shake my head. “I assure you, you were not a rebound fuck.”
She scoffs. “How could I not be under those circumstances?”
“How about because I didn’t seek you out to soothe my wounded heart?
” I say. “I was simply enjoying having an actual conversation with a beautiful woman who made me curious as fuck. You propositioned me. And if you recall, I almost backed out of it. My reasons for being with you had everything to do with you, and nothing to do with me trying to forget someone else. I swear.”
She looks at me long and hard. “Give me your precise reasons for fucking me, and I’ll be the judge of how acceptable I find them.”
I take a nervous breath. “Are you sure you want them all?”
“Yes. Give me complete honesty, or I will lose all respect for you.”
I nod. “That’s fair. Honesty’s important to me too, Lana. Probably top of the list, given recent events.” I take a deep breath and let my eyes drink her in.
“Reason number one,” I begin. “You are so fucking beautiful, I can’t even remember what I used to think perfect was.
Reason two: every word out of your mouth makes me want to hear more.
You entertain the fuck out of me with your free and direct, quick-witted ways of expression.
There’s a total absence of performative bullshit with you, which means I can trust everything you say, and you say things…
You say things that cause visceral reactions inside me, Lana.
When you refer to yourself with mean words other people have given you, I want to punish them for the damage they’ve done, and then I want to help you rebuild the way you see yourself so that nobody can ever tear you down again. ”
“You do?” She gives me a sideways glance. “That’s very flattering. And oddly perceptive of certain things. And highly articulate and overwhelmingly… chest-affecting.” She rests her hand above her breasts and taps out a fast rhythm as her breaths come closer together. “Please continue.”
“Reason three: you asked me to. I don’t know if it was the massive ego boost I got from you requesting sex from me, or that when you ask me for things I just want to deliver them at your feet, but not one part of me wanted to say no — until you said you were a virgin and I realized that made me a dirty old man with no fucking right to besmirch you.
That’s when reason four came into play.”
Still short of breath, Lana stares at me with her big brown eyes. “What’s reason four?” she whispers.
“Reason four, is that I really wanted to fucking besmirch your pristine body with my extreme filth and every inch of my cock that I could squeeze inside that tight and gorgeous little au naturel cunt of yours. I can’t even express what you were doing to me regarding the whole…
sexual-chemistry-slash-attraction thing. What you do to me.”
I tear my eyes from her, turn away to catch my breath, and trap my dick under the waistband of my sweatpants before cinching the drawstring down hard on that needy fucker. A hiss escapes me as the pinch bites, and I tie off the bow to keep myself restrained.
“But you backed off,” Lana says, breathless and almost accusatively, as she’s piecing together her recollection of events.
“Yeah. Because reason four is a massive red flag for a guy who knows damn-well he shouldn’t even be entertaining ideas like that. It made me stop and think about what the fuck I was doing, which came with more reasons not to do it — like me having just come out of a gut-wrenching breakup.”
“So I was a rebound fuck?”
“No,” I shut down the notion immediately. “I just said that was a reason I wasn’t going to go through with it.” The words growl out of me, but Lana doesn’t back off.
She leans in. “I’m confused. You had those thoughts, and you did have sex with me.”
“Because of reason five,” I explain.
“Which was?”
“That if I didn’t have sex with you, some other asshole would, and they might not give you the perfect first experience you deserved.
I figured that if I did it, at least I’d know you were in good hands, because I was going to do all I could to make sure you felt beautiful and safe and cared for and satisfied, and—”
Her lips are on mine, stealing my words and all my thoughts.
Her tongue sneaks into my mouth, cautious at first, but soon she’s thrusting forgiveness down my throat.
She tastes of tequila and beer, as she had the night before, and her curves press against me with a familiarity that seems impossible to have gained after knowing her for only one day.
She pulls at me, and I fall with her onto the mattress, completely entangled.
Her legs wrap around me, and we both seem desperate for friction — the heated connection between us that we know feels so good.
I guide her legs down and shift myself until my cock is pressed hard and flat to her hip, then I slide my hand inside her pants to find the crotch of her frilly little shorts soaked. I moan into her mouth.
She spreads herself for my touch, and I swallow down her gasps as I finger her slick cunt and grind her clit with my palm. Her hips thrust upward, and she comes for me in hard, fast squeezes as she whimpers her release and gushes into my hand.
With a groan, I work her for more juices, then I rise on my knees and straddle her as I use her arousal to lube my cock.
Still panting from her orgasm, Lana stares at me — her eyes on mine and then on my cock as I’m pumping it over her.
She quickly tugs all clothing from her upper body and gazes up at me as if I’m some spectacular sight.
It’s enough to make my balls ready to fire, and when she wets her lips and opens her pretty little mouth in an invitation, there’s no holding back.
Creamy ropes of cum shoot from my dick to stripe her perfect tits, then I aim for her mouth, milking forth everything I have left until she’s gulping and licking cum from her lips while it drips down her chin.
Fuck, she makes me produce a ton of cum.
And I have the hugest urge to scoop it off her tits and push it inside her.
I want her to have my babies. So fucking badly. My fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, ready to shove them down and baste her young little cunt with my seed. Fuck.
Breathing hard, I release my grip on the elastic and ease backwards to rest on my heels. “I wanna do awfully inconvenient, long-lasting things with you, Lana.”
“I want them too,” she whispers back, trembling as she’s gazing up at me.
I lose my fucking mind around this girl, but reality has a cunning way of getting my brain functional again when it hits me like a fucking sledgehammer.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” I say in a rush as I scramble off her bed. I need to get a cloth from her bathroom so I can wash my filth from my best friend’s daughter.