Another Forgotten Story

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So I took a little break (who am I kidding, a long break) from writing, and finally have a new story! This one goes back to Stacey, though, so it's a true story. It's just one that I didn't tell. When I tell the tales of Stacey and I, I try to paint her in the best light possible (it wasn't particularly hard, she really was a great girl), but we definitely had our tough times. This was one of those times... kinda. It takes place sometime after Happy Anniversary, because we were having actual sex. Enjoy!

I had just gotten home from hanging out with some friends after work when my phone rang. I answered without even looking at my phone to see who it was.

"Hey baby," Stacey said on the other side, "are you busy?" She sounded a little worse for wear.

"Are you okay?" I asked simply.

"I really need to come see you this weekend," she answered. "I love talking to you when we talk but, I need to be... I dunno, physical." She put a not-so-subtle emphasis on the last word. I was surprised, to say the least; she was very rarely so blunt when not dressed in really high heels and with me in front of her. I waited for her to continue, but she left it at that.

"I hope you're not waiting for me to argue," I replied, semi-jokingly. "Are you sure you don't want me to come there?"

"No, my roommates will be here this weekend," Stacey said. "I'll come there this weekend so we'll have all night." I agreed and was excited to see her Saturday.

Friday night rolled around when I heard a car pull up in front of my house. I looked out the window and Stacey was making her way to my door. I opened it for her and looked at her quizzically, but excitedly.

"Sorry," Stacey said airily, "I couldn't wait for tomorrow. I need you now." When I hugged her, I felt her hand squeeze my soon-to-be growing cock and went into the house, me following closely after. Here I was, with my obviously horny girlfriend, but there was a problem: my parents were still awake. But we chatted for a while and then it was finally late enough for us all to go to bed (kind of, Stacey said that she had a long day, was tired, and wanted to turn in for the night). Of course, I went with her.

We changed into our pajamas and got into bed when the unthinkable happened: I fell asleep immediately. Stacey, knowing me as well as she did, ground her ass into my lap as we spooned to get my attention. Awakened, and becoming more alert (and turned on), I let my hands wander all over her body. After less than a few minutes of her grinding and me groping, Stacey turned to face me and, when I turned to face her, she kissed me fiercely. While we made out, I felt something rubbing between my legs and it didn't take long to realize it was her leg. I don't know if she couldn't get positioning, or if she just didn't want to hurt me, but she tapped me repeatedly in the balls with her knee while we continued to kiss passionately. Needless to say, I was super revved up. As if scripted, Stacey and I both took our pajama bottoms and underwear at the same time and, once we were both naked from the waist down, she slid her leg over my hip and got really close. I felt her hand wrap around my shaft and she guided me in slowly. She gasped as I began to rock with her, and she joined in enthusiastically. I guess, though, it had been a long time since my bed had seen any action (this might have been the first time we had sex in it, I don't remember), because the springs were super loud and creaky. To make it even better, Stacey pushed me from my side and onto my back, got on top of me, and rode me like... well, like there was nobody else in the house. She must have been as horny as she seemed over the last day or so, because she suddenly stopped and began to shake, twitching and shaking with orgasm. Stacey (I apologize for the crudity, but I really couldn't think of a better word to do it justice) dismounted me, rolled over, and was about to go to sleep. Now, I know guys do shit like this all the time, essentially using their partners for orgasm and not returning the favor... but I was in my early 20s, I was just having sex that ended abruptly, and she woke me up for it. I gently shook her shoulder in case she forgot about me...

"Cut it out!" Stacey hissed. I was confused; we were having sex, she stopped, and since she'd never really done that before, I didn't know how to react or handle it.

"But-" I began but she cut me off angrily.

"Can't you wait?!" she said through, I'm assuming, gritted teeth. "Your bed's too loud! We can do more tomorrow." Was that what you were thinking when you were aggressively trying to wait up my entire block? I almost asked. I bit my tongue, rolled over and tried to get some sleep.

The next morning, obviously, I was pretty grumpy. I didn't get much sleep (I was still stewing a little before I left the room and went into another room to sleep) and I guess I was still stewing a bit. I was determined not to let it show, though. I wish I could tell you that I just wanted to take the high road and be the bigger person... but, in actually, I mostly just didn't want to blow my chance for fun with Stacey. We went to breakfast Saturday morning at a diner and quickly ordered. My food was excellent and hit the spot; Stacey's, on the other hand, had a hair on the plate. When I pointed it out, the server and manager was very apologetic; they took her meal off the bill and even offered to get her something different on the house (which is totally above-and-beyond). Unfortunately for everyone, Stacey grumpily refused their more than generous offer and sulked while I finished my food.

On the way back to my parents' house, I had an idea. I said "Hey, since we're not getting much privacy here, let's go to that hotel we went to for our anniversary. So, even if the bed is loud as hell, it won't matter." She agreed, but she was still kind of pissy. I let it go. When we got to the house, I called a booked a room, which was relatively expensive since it was so last minute on a weekend. Then we went to my parents to let them know the plan... kind of. Stacey and I didn't think it would be a great idea to tell them We're going to a hotel room so you don't hear us having loud, wild sex; instead, we made up that we were going to the Crayola Factory for a tour.

"Ok, we're going to get going," I began to my mother. "We're going to... the Crayola Factory." I don't know how necessary it was, but I felt the need to add a little emphasis - a little stank on it, if you will - because... well... what guy in his early 20s would want to go? He'd most likely be dragged by his girlfriend. It just made the most sense to me, and apparently, it made perfect sense to my parents.

"Okay... well, have fun," my mother said, giving me her patented side-eye. I packed really quickly, loaded up the car, and hit the road. We got about three blocks away when Stacey started in on me. She started complaining about how I should have shown more enthusiasm about going to the Crayola Factory and that it was messed up I blamed her for it. Leaving out that we weren't even going and it was just a cover story, I told her that, well, no guy over the age of six, would want to go. We argued about that until we stopped to get lunch and, when we got back in the car, Stacey attacked me for only wanting sex and not just to be with her. My head almost exploded. Had she forgotten that she came a day early, woke me up, and stopped as soon as she got hers?

We rolled into the parking lot of the hotel and, because I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and was so fatigued from the last two and a half hours of arguing, I wanted to take a nap. I checked us in, carried all of our shit (Stacey had two bags plus my one bag), and went into the room. It wasn't as ritzy as the room we stayed in for our anniversary, but still very nice. I immediately changed into my pajamas and went into the bathroom to blow off a little steam. I guess I was in there a long time because, when I came out, Stacey was already in bed, the covers up to her chin. I walked to the bed and, when I pulled the covers back, I saw that Stacey had changed her clothes, too. She wasn't in comfortable pajamas, like she'd intended to sleep, though; she was in a white silk nightie. I gasped and, for some reason, I suddenly didn't feel like taking a nap. She slid to the edge of the bed and swung her legs over the side, revealing that she was wearing her white Easter heels.

"I'm sorry, baby," Stacey said quietly. My arousal had already tamped my anger down but her apology eradicated it. She reached out and took a hold of the front of my pajama pants, pulling me close to her. Moving my pants and underwear around my erection, she pulled them down to my mid-thigh and took me into her mouth. I shuddered from head to toe as I felt her warmth, and Stacey took my balls into her hand, giving an occasional squeeze while she used her mouth on me. Only a few minutes later, she backed away and took me gently into her hand, sliding into the bed and bringing me with her. Both in bed, we were side-by-side, facing each other, and Stacey wasted no time guiding me in. After rocking with each other with vigor for not as long a time as I'd like to admit, I began to shake and jerk with orgasm. After taking a few seconds to come back down to earth, I began kissing down her chest to repay her orally, but when I got to her belly, she stopped me.

"Not yet," Stacey said, "That was for last night." She didn't mention what "last night" was (I assumed it was for the unfinished sex), but I was a bit too perplexed to ask. "Kneel right there, baby," she ordered quietly, pointing to a spot on the floor right by the bed. I immediately complied, then Stacey scooted to the edge, letting her legs dangle... and I noticed that, if she swings her legs, I'm right in her kicking range. Now, my recovery time (if you will) was much faster then than it is now, but I had just had an intense orgasm. In short, my cock wasn't at attention, it was at parade rest. Stacey, instead of kicking me, used her white shoe to gently press it to my body, where she stroked me up and down a little.

"Does that feel ok?" she asked. I nodded with my mouth hanging open as I watched, and she giggled sweetly. As she gave me a soft shoejob, she moved her other foot right under my balls, kind of cradling them. It didn't take long before she, and I frankly, got the desired effect. Stacey stopped abruptly, got off the bed and took my hands, dragging me roughly to my feet. She took a slight step back and sent her knee up in a blur... but stopped about half an inch from impact. I flinched but far too late; if she really wanted to knee me, I'd have been on the floor rolling around by the time I flinched. She giggled again, and then kissed me fiercely, guiding me back into bed. She pushed me into my back, straddled me, and rode me very slowly, almost teasingly.

"This time," she said, increasing her rhythm a little, "we'll finish together." I growled low in my throat and, although I'd just finished only minutes before, I was already close to orgasm again. Not wanting her to laugh at me for coming so fast, I took her hips and, in a move that would have made Kurt Angle proud, flipped us over. I pulled out and, before she could protest, I slid my head between her legs and had my mouth on her. It was only seconds after she grabbed the back of my head that she went violently over the edge.

I postured up, so I was kneeling between her legs, feeling triumphant, when her foot shot up, crashing between my legs with a loud SMACK! I grunted and curled myself into a ball and Stacey got out of bed, standing by a nearby wall. She snapped her fingers and beckoned me to her, and I walked over, albeit pretty gingerly. When I was close enough to touch, Stacey took my shoulders, pinned me against the wall, and fired her knee up into my already-aching groin. I started to slide down the wall when she stepped back and sent her foot forward in a white blur, kicking me hard in the balls. I fell to my knees and bent at the waist, holding my throbbing nuts while my forehead touched the floor. I felt Stacey's shoe under my shoulder, nudging me; I straightened up and waited for more kicks and shuddered. I had no idea how much more I could take. She flicked my cock with the sole of her shoe a little.

"I wanna step on you," she said simply, and I sat on my ass and gave her a little room. I was still limp (ahem, in recovery) when she began smashing me on the carpet. "We were supposed to finish together. You didn't have to go down on me." Before I knew it, I started to stiffen under her. I think she realized in the same moment because she stepped off of me, gave my balls a little tap with her foot, and then got down to straddle me. Stacey began riding me, right there on the floor and, after only a few minutes she began to scream, her body tensing as she finished. After the last several minutes, I was no match for my arousal, and I went over the edge right after.

"That..." Stacey said, breathlessly, "was for me coming over early yesterday. I'm sorry, sweetie. I just really needed you."

"I'm glad you came," I answered. "Whether we have sex or not, I love being with you."

"Even without sex?" Stacey scoffed playfully. Her expression turned mischievous when she continued "How about for this, then?" She got up, taking my hands to guide me to my feet. Stacey kissed me very sweetly... right before burying her knee between my legs once... twice... and the third hard one put me back on the floor.

"That was because I know you can't live without it," Stacey said, and I could practically hear the smugness in her voice. "It's going to be a very long night, baby."

And, if I remember correctly, it was. The weekend got off to an annoying start but I'd have taken that every weekend for BB and sex like that.

The End.