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Ain't That a Bitch?

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: sweet_chick Posted on: 30 May 2003 1 comments
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A story that's funny now. Then? Not so much.When I was a junior in college, I lived with my roommate Michelle on the bottom floor of an awesome house in the historical district of town, right down the alley from the local university. The house was separated into apartments, and two cute freshman ravers lived upstairs from us. We all shared the huge, fenced-in back yard, which earlier generations had dubbed "The Secret Garden" because of the lush greenery, deck, and gazebo. Either Michelle and I or the boys threw parties there nearly every weekend through the spring and fall. Our kitchen looked out on the backyard, and we often left the back door open for the boys or other cuties that we met through them. The night after one of the boys' crazy parties, I was washing dishes and looked through the window to see a guy, the hottest I'd seen in a while, come through the gate and head upstairs. I knew the boys weren't home, and a few minutes later I looked up to see him looking back at me through the screen door. He was just the kind of guy I fall for, a Brad-Pitt-in-Fight-Club looking guy with mischievous green eyes and messy, blondish hair. He had lost his sunglasses at the party, he said, and wondered if anyone had found them. I hadn't even gone to the party, but I said I'd keep an eye out for them, and "by the way, what's your name?" Aidan. Yummy. He left, and when one of the boys got home I interrogated him about this new stud. Most of my questions went unanswered, and after a few Aidan fantasies I forgot about him. The spring semester was coming to an end and the parties were in full swing. My friends and I made our rounds through the neighborhood and ended up at a keg party a few blocks from my house. And who should I run into but Aidan, with sunglasses propped on his head. I re-introduced myself and commented on his find, and throughout the night had a few conversations with him. Every time I got near him I could smell him, and it drove me wild. I don't even think he was wearing cologne, I was just that attracted to him. A few weeks later I ran into him again at a favorite bar, and we sat in a booth and talked for hours. We learned that we had a lot in common. We both played piano, and he invited me to his parents house to play on their Steinway and Sons grand. He got my number, arranged a date, and I went home a happy girl. The scheduled night arrived, and Aidan called to say he had to work late so the piano date was put on hold. He suggested instead that I meet him and his brother for a game of pool at the bar. I showed up and we all had a good time getting sloshed and playing pool. At last call, he invited me back to his house. He lived in his father's house, in a basement furnished with a big screen TV, a pool table, kitchenette, digital piano, and a huge, wrap-around couch. We snuck inside at about 3 am and eventually his brother went to bed and we ended up on the couch, making out. I was really into this guy, but a drunken one-night-stand was not exactly what I was after. I didn't necessarily want a relationship with him, but I was thinking more along the lines of at least a few-nights-stand. I tried to explain this to him, but I think he took it the wrong way, the relationship way. He was biting my neck and sucking on my toes and literally begging me to sleep with him, as occasionally happens when you're drunk, but it finally grew so late that both of us fell asleep on the couch. We didn't have much room on the couch, and so the inevitable happened. I was horny as hell, and when I'm in that kind of mood, my hands tend to wander in my sleep. Apparently his do too, because when we woke up we were half-way there already. He went down on me and stayed until I pulled him up, by his hair I think, and then I went down on him, and when I lay back down he thrust into me so deep that my head was pushed up against the arm of the couch. I didn't care. He was moving smooth and biting my neck and I was moaning and scratching his back with my nails. All this while the sun came up. He brought me near orgasm just from penetration, and all I had to do was touch my clit and I came, and came... Eventually we collapsed and fell asleep again. When I woke up, the nightmare started. I stumbled into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit. As I looked in the mirror, I noticed a small dark spot on one side of my neck, and another right below it. I have long hair, so I had to pull it back for a closer look. Neither were too noticeable, and so I wasn't worried until I happen to brush my hair away from the other side of my neck. "Aidan!" He came into the bathroom and his eyes got almost as big as the plum-colored hickey that started right below my ear and went almost to my chin. It was in such a position, I figured out later, that nothing could hide it short of a very high turtleneck, and this was the middle of June. But I couldn't worry about this now because my car was still at the bar and his dad and step-mom were already awake. I was concerned about running into them, since they didn't even know I was there, but not, apparently, as concerned as Aidan was. He grabbed my hand and snuck me out the sliding, patio doors, and suddenly we were in a cheesy 80s cop show. At the first window he stopped, leaned against the house, and said "all right, now go under it." I thought he was kidding, but no, he actually wanted me to crawl on my hands and knees so his parents wouldn't see me. I refused, and he grabbed my hand again and said "let's go!" and started running past the window, and past every other window, peeking inside each one, toward the car. I felt like I was back in Junior High. Once we got to the car, he started it and drove like hells bells away from the place and turned normal again when we got out of view. He dropped me off at my house and said he had a great time and that he'd call me that weekend. And of course, he didn't. I could have dealt with this better, I think, if it weren't for the damned hickey that got uglier and uglier as the week went by. My roommate couldn't even look at me with a straight face. I had to cancel job interviews, and I couldn't even go home to see my parents until it cleared up. He showed up a few weeks later and invited me to a party at his house while his parents were away. After he left, my whole house smelled like him, and that really drove me nuts. I did get to play the Steinway, but after that he gave me the brush-off and I've only seen him around a few times since. So really, the hickey lasted longer than he did.