14. CHAPTER 14 #3
“A person will do crazy things when they’re hungry… You should let me cook them next time.”
With an almost cute flourish of his hand, Eden gestures for me to help myself.
It smells a lot sweeter than I expected when I unwrap it, but it's definitely overdone.
Tilting it down towards the light of the fire, I locate the stub of its stalk and try to dig at it with my fingers.
“Start from the other end,” Eden says, snatching it from me.
With the carrot on his lap and beet in hand, he lays the baked potato skin on the foil beside him; for later, I guess? And after spinning the beet, he bites off the little pointy bit at the bottom, then thrusts it back in my direction. “It’s easier to peel from there.”
Even in the dim light I can see my fingers staining burgundy.
“You’ll look like you fingered a virgin for a day or so.”
“You’re repulsive, you know that?”
The disgust in my tone has Eden silently nodding to himself as he breaks the carrot in half and puts the still wrapped portion on my leg. Resting his forearms on his knees, he silently eats, and I do the same, because I'm not used to any of this.
I have friends, and they ask questions, but… this is different.
Eden isn’t my friend.
He’s a man in his thirties with so much sexual experience that I’m petrified to make one wrong move in case he can smell the bullshit seeping from my pores.
“Here.” I hand off the beet to him.
He takes it and digs his middle and index finger into its soft flesh. “Now we match,” he says, holding his fingers up against mine. “I never cheated on her.”
Frigid stillness crashes down on us.
It’s awkward, but calm at the same time.
When I place the last bit of foil on the porch behind me, Eden turns his body ninety degrees towards mine.
“I never cheated on Shawn,” he repeats like it’s a puzzle that means something else entirely. “I loved her, but she’s a fucking bitch, and I can’t stand her, too.”
I turn my body to mirror him. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Fuuuuuck,” he sighs deeply with a self pitying laugh, and rests his head back on the door frame.
“For so long all I thought about was what my next tattoo would be, and when I could get back inside her.
I got so used to it, you know? Sex on tap.
Whenever I wanted. And now I'm so goddamn horny all the time I don't think my body realizes that we aren't together anymore, and that I'm…
" He pauses, catching himself. "It doesn't realize I'm stuck here with you. "
I huff, because, there he goes again. Reminding me how much of a burden I am.
"It's no secret you wouldn't be my first choice."
Dredged up from somewhere I can't place, I find the courage to quietly ask, "You wish I was a girl, don't you?”
“I mean…” He falters, almost like he's worried to hurt my feelings. Though I’m not sure why he'd pick now to be concerned. “Yeah. I guess I do.”
“So you’d sleep with someone who's nineteen?”
I can see his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallows. “I haven’t. Not since a while before Shawn. But stuck out here in the state I'm in… I don’t know what I’d do.”
“But say you wouldn’t. In that case, would it really be easier if I were a girl?”
“I’ve had too much to drink for this philosophical crap.”
“There’s not that much behind it. It’s just… maybe you’re not the only one who's frustrated.”
“Ya missing your cheerleaders?”
“Something like that.”
“And what’s there really to be embarrassed about?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s not like we don’t all do it.”
“Exactly.”
“I don’t want you in my loft.”
“I don’t wanna be in your loft.”
“I mean, I don’t wanna do it in my loft.”
“What the hell are you trying to say?”
“I mean, I’ll get a DVD and, um…” He swallows hard again and pauses for so long that I’m terrified he won’t finish the sentence. And, my god, I’ve never wanted someone to keep speaking more than I do right now. “We can use the big TV.”
“Okay.” My reply is so soft, I hope he hears it.
“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
How am I meant to respond to that? Because I sure as hell can’t tell him what I really want. So I hang my head, and say, "Yeah,” and allow him to take from it what he will.
“Just don’t make it weird.”
“Why would I? You’re not the only one who’s gonna be… You know.”
A groan falls from Eden’s mouth, and when I look up, his head has fallen back and he’s grabbing himself through his sweats.
“Um…”
“Fuck. Let’s go.” He stands quickly, and I have to look away because all I can see is the fire casting the biggest shadow against the front of his pants.
The pull he has on me is wound so tight I have to count down from five so I don’t follow too eagerly behind him. Because he’s not the only one who’s hard.
By the time I’ve closed the door behind me, I can see the shadow of Eden walking up the stairs. “Got any preferences?”
I shake my head before remembering the lights are out. “No.”
While sitting in my usual spot on the sofa, I take the opportunity to palm myself while he’s out of sight.
The bedside lamp flicks on, and I tear my hand away like this whole thing is just an excuse for him to embarrass me. But he’s not there watching me, and I can hear him moving DVDs around.
The lamp flicks off, and I hang my head while Eden descends the stairs.
He throws a box of tissues and a tube of lube on the sofa.
I can’t help sneaking a peak at him once he’s at the TV. His left hand is rubbing his dick over his sweats while he holds the DVD case in his mouth and the remote in the other.
Squatting down, he puts the disk in the machine, and backs up around the coffee table until he’s sat in his spot.
With the glow of the TV making everything more visible, he says, "Get back here,” and gestures to the corner where the two parts of the sofa meet.
Shuffling back, I stretch my legs out in front of me as the title appears on the screen.
Filthy Cheerleaders 5.
“For you, little man. Gotta get old school out here.”
After pressing play, he skips past the first chapter.
A group of women who couldn’t be older than me, stand in a locker room. Some are dressed, some have towels wrapped around them, and others are only in their underwear.
Within minutes a man enters, he’s the football coach and at least forty, and all but one girl leaves. He starts praising her on how well she was practicing, then tells her she should be the head cheerleader.
With innocent looking eyes, she stares up at him with her hands behind her back.
The coach suggests that she should stretch, and of course he helps her.
When the cheerleader bends down in front of the coach, he reaches between her legs and glides his fingers over her vagina through her underwear.
It’s doing nothing for me.
My eyes strain as I try with everything I have to watch Eden without being noticed.
His pants are pulled down just past his backside.
He squeezes some lube in his hand and rubs it over the head of his dick and down the shaft.
My chest tightens, and I reflexively lick my lips.
He lays his other arm across the back of the sofa.
He's so close.
He has no shame.
Only a few hours ago he was pushing me face first into the snow, and now he’s jerking off beside me.
The coach grabs the cheerleader by the waist and grinds his hard-on against her.
She giggles, and says that he should stop in case they get caught.
The coach smacks her on the ass.
Eden hisses beside me, then huffs when she’s spanked again.
She tells the coach to stop, but he reaches for her ponytail and jerks her body up. With an arched back, she pushes her ass against him and he wraps his hand around her throat.
“You can’t show yourself off like this and expect me not to fuck you,” he growls in her ear, then lets go of her hair to tug down her panties.
Eden shifts and starts pumping faster, and that’s when I realize my hands are still by my side.
Reaching inside my sweats, I wrap my thumb and forefinger just below the head of my dick, and squeeze.
My head falls back and I sink the fingers of my free hand into the sofa cushion.
I’m dry, but even the lightest touch has me biting my bottom lip to keep from moaning so embarrassingly loud that Eden will call me a freak and never suggest we do this ever again.
The coach is on his knees behind the cheerleader. She’s moaning like she’s never felt so good as he tongues her ass and fingers her.
After making her come, he forces her to sit down on the bench, whips his dick out of his shorts, and shoves it into her mouth without saying a word.
Instantly, she gags, but he pushes harder and holds the back of her head with both hands.
With wide eyes, she looks up at him in thanks as he calls her a filthy slut; each new degrading word only seeming to please her further.
Eden’s pumping wildly now.
His breathing is heavy, and his hand on the back of the sofa is gripping it just as tightly as I am the cushion beside me.
The coach pulls the girl off his dick and spits on her face.
Eden lets out a deep, unmuffled groan.
Daring to let go of the cushion, I pull the waistband of my pants down just low enough that I can lightly run my hand up and down unheeded.
The coach sits, pulling the cheerleader to stand and face him. Then she climbs on his lap.
With her legs on the outside of his, the coach reaches between them and rubs the head of his dick against her vagina before guiding it to her entrance where she slowly sits down on it.
“Fuck,” Eden hisses when she starts bouncing, and the camera zooms in on how her lips are gripping his shaft.
He’s pumping even harder now.
His hips start rising, and I can tell he’s holding back from fully bucking up into his fist like he did that morning.
Both actors are moaning and grunting uncontrollably, but I can’t take my eyes off Eden.
At this point, I’m not even touching myself, I’m just moving my hand up and down so it looks like I am, because I know I'll come in a heartbeat.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he mutters, but I don’t care to look at the screen anymore because all I can think about is what it would feel like if I was straddling Eden and bouncing up and down.
Would I feel as good as all the girls he’s fucked?
Would he want to slap my ass too?
Would he call me a whore and a slut, and would I want him to?
His neck goes limp, his hips rise, and his hand leaves the sofa beside me to lift up the front of his sweatshirt.
With a final grunt, his hand stills, and I watch his body shake as he comes on his stomach.
After several seconds, he collapses back into the sofa and releases a satisfied sigh.
My fingers move closer to my shaft until they're just touching, and it’s pure agony.
I want to come so badly, but I’m too ashamed for him to see me.
He’s so big, and manly.
The way he moves is so primal.
What if he thinks how I do it is weird?
What if—
Before I can even finish the thought, Eden grabs a handful of tissues, wipes them once over his stomach, pulls his pants back up, and like I’m not even there, walks to the bathroom.
Alone, I finally have the courage to spit in my palm. But with the first proper stroke of my starving dick, I moan so loud that I have to cup my hand over my mouth.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I imagine myself slowly sinking down on Eden just like the cheerleader did. I see him grabbing my ass so he can move me up and down. I lay my hands flat on his chest. He tells me I’m sexy. I tell him he feels good, and—
I bite down on my palm and come so hard that my body doesn’t stop shaking for what feels like forever.
Cum marks the front of my hoodie, and for the first time, I'm curious.
I run my finger through one of the splatters then bring it to my mouth.
Licking it, I shudder at the taste, and wonder if Eden's would taste different.