I could tell she was close, so I used three fingers to rub over her most sensitive area. That was all it took for her to take in a deep breath and her whole body tense up. I got up on my knees, put myself in her entrance, and pushed. I felt something give as I pushed my length into Lexi’s depths.
“Damn, that hurt!” she bellowed.
I held still while her tunnel contracted and released around my member. She was wet, hot, and tight. Mr. Happy didn’t want to wait; he wanted to plunder her.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” I said.
“Are they all this big?” Lexi whined.
“They’re all different. The wonderful thing is your body is designed to enjoy all sizes.”
Well, maybe not Baby Dick’s.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she said.
“Roll over and lift your butt,” I said, pulling out.
Lexi was eager to please and was soon in position. I wanted to use one of my new tricks. I rose up so my member would rub firmly against the front wall of her tunnel. Then I only pushed two to three inches deep as I began to work against her G-spot.
“Oh, shit, what are you doing?” Lexi whimpered.
The trick to getting a girl off with their G-spot is to not necessarily be gentle. It needs direct, firm, steady stimulation. She began to take deep breaths as she got close. I reached under her and started to stroke her. Lexi began with a steady moan that rose about three octaves when she finally reached her peak.
After she came the first time, I wanted to bring her off again, so I buried myself deep and began to move in earnest. I had hold of her butt-cheeks and held them apart so I could watch myself make her a woman. I smacked her butt, and she moaned in pleasure. Lexi seemed to like it a little rough, and I spanked her butt again and again. It was soon bright red.
I was getting close, so I pulled out and rolled her over. I stuffed her full again and began to pump for all I was worth.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted.
It felt like I’d turned on a fire hose as I climaxed. I pushed in as far as I could while I found my release. This was precisely what I needed. I pulled out and reached for the condom to dispose of it.
Lexi’s poor little sex was all red and puffy. I remembered one of the condom jokes about Star Trek: I’d just gone where no man had gone before. Mr. Happy twitched when I looked at my handiwork. I hoped she enjoyed her first time; rumors said that it wasn’t always an enjoyable event. Mr. Happy wanted one more adventure. I debated the merits of his idea and decided to test the waters. I put the head against her rosebud and rubbed her juices into her opening.
Lexi didn’t say anything, so I leaned forward and felt myself pop into her backside. She grunted as her mouth fell open and her head tilted back. Lexi’s eyes closed tightly as I began a little in-and-out motion to work myself into her behind.
Usually, the second time around, I can last for a long time. It wasn’t that I didn’t give a good account of myself, it was that Lexi’s tight butt was too much. This time she took over the job of rubbing her sex. I felt the familiar sensation as my sack tightened up. Lexi had another orgasm, which caused her derrière to clench down and stop me from climaxing. I jerked out and made a mess on her backside. You would’ve thought she was a porn star by the noise she made as I hosed her down.
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I took a quick shower and left Lexi napping on the bed. I had to chuckle because she was a mess. Her hair was all over the place, she had boy-juice on her butt-cheeks, and she was lying in the huge wet spot. The whole room reeked of sex.
I went back on deck, grabbed a beer, found a spot on a bench, and zoned out while I enjoyed the view.
“Someone got laid,” Sage said as she sat down next to me.
“What do you want?” I asked with a hint of irritation in my voice.
“I wanted to apologize.”
“Don’t bother,” I said.
She looked hurt. I usually get over being mad quickly, but for some reason, it wasn’t happening. I think it all harkened back to our shoot in San Francisco. She’d given off all the signs she wanted to get together with me. When I’d come to football camp at USC, I’d called her and left a message that I’d like to take her out to dinner to reconnect. I didn’t have any expectations; if it happened, great, but I liked her as a friend. She hadn’t bothered to even acknowledge my call.
I then hooked her up with one of my friends. Yeah, he screwed up. I’d been there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. Then today happened. I was okay with most of it, but not the last part. I could get laid if I wanted to, and had just proven that. There was no reason for me to take someone who was unwilling. I was deeply offended that she would even think that.
“When we get back, do you need cab fare, or do you have a way to get home?” I asked.
“Look, what I said was hurtful, and I meant to do it. Once I cooled off, I realized that I’d been a bitch. I’m sorry,” she said.
“Me too. Do you think that guy you met would be willing to give you a ride?” I asked.
“Did I just ruin our friendship?” Sage asked.
“Yeah, you did. I didn’t bring you today to have sex with you. I thought you might enjoy going out on the boat. Plus, Bill and I are friends. He would never understand if we did get together. I wouldn’t do that to him.”
She became quiet and looked off into space. Taking a swig of my beer, I just ignored her. I wasn’t going to let her ruin my day. I decided right then if someone invited me to go out on their yacht, the proper response was, ‘Hell, yes!’
Sage finally got the hint and left me alone. It seemed I must be attracting them today because I next found Isabel seated next to me. She’d changed back into the clothes she came in.
“Ben said I might be able to stay with you for a few days,” she said.
How do you respond to that?
“Uh …” was my brilliant reply.
“I gave up my apartment and moved in with him a few months ago.”
“Before I agree to this, I need to do two things. Where I’m staying is not my place, and I need to see if they’re okay with you coming over. Then I need you to send Ben over and have him talk to me,” I said.
“I’m sorry to be a trouble,” she said.
“No, I’ll help if I can.”
She sent Ben over.
“This is such a mess,” he said.
“So, are you two done?” I asked.
“I want her out of my house,” he said emphatically.
“Let me make a call and see if she can stay with me for now,” I said and gave him a hard look. “She does have money to get an apartment, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, and if she doesn’t, I’ll get her into a place,” he said.
“If I can do this, can you help me out? I need someone to take Sage home. I don’t think I want to ride in a car with her that long, and it doesn’t feel right to just put her into a cab.”
“Sure, I’ll help you out, regardless.”
I called Rita, and she wanted to talk to Isabel. I made sure Rita understood this was totally up to her because I didn’t really know the girl. It wasn’t a surprise when Rita said ‘no.’
When I gave Ben the bad news and suggested he ask Zak, the look he gave me said it would be a cold day in Hell before that happened. He assured me he would work it out and make sure Sage got home.
When the yacht finally docked, I was ready to get off. I thanked Paul Andon for having me. Lexi appeared and said she enjoyed getting to know me. That seemed to make her father happy.
On the ride home, I got a call from Caryn.
“The preliminary numbers are in. The Revenant came in third at just under $40 million. Star Wars: The Force Awakens looks to have done a little over $42 million. We did $55 million! I just got off the phone with Saul, and the studio upped your offer.”