[Naughty Girl - Holly Valance]

I saw Bad Boy again last night. Ignoring the month where we stopped talking and I deleted his number because I didn’t play that bullshit game, he is ridiculously prompt and honest about texting/calling/meeting up. I like that, even in a fuck buddy. It’s a gesture which builds trust.

He kicked my ass at dive bar pool and it was so much less flirty than I thought it would be – you know, the pool table fantasy? There’s always that prelude where the guy wraps his arms around the girl to show her how to hit the ball, and she leans much too far over, shoving her ass against him or showing off ample cleavage (depending on which side of the table her partner is on). But I didn’t even notice the lack of flirting, because I was having a friendly kind of fun that I really enjoyed.

After that, though, it was time to get dirty. We arrived back at his house where his roommate and his girlfriend (one of my good friends, actually) were making out on the coach while watching some obnoxious guy on the food network blather on about cooking eel somewhere exotic. She looked surprised to see me – but not TOO surprised. Her boyfriend must have spilled the beans about the last sleepover I had with BB.

Bad Boy pulled me onto his lap and I looked over to see his roommate was not so subtly rubbing his knuckles over his girlfriend’s crotch. I winked, called them out, and the conversation turned a little dirty. Accusations, reminders of previous encounters, insinuations… all done with a slight twinkle in our eyes. When the boys left the room to go smoke, the girlfriend leaned in and told me that she had seen the two rugged, manly men drunkenly kiss, and did I understand that about BB? I smiled and told her we’d already discussed that aspect of his sexuality. I didn’t tell her I wanted to get a strap-on and fuck him up the ass, but y’know, girl’s gotta’ have some mystery.

While I’m sure we could have double dated in the bedroom with the other couple (um, I have previously made out with roommate’s girlfriend at parties before and she confessed she loves it), Bad Boy and I opted to retire without them. It was dark, hot, and sweaty in his room, but oh lord, the way he moaned when I began to stroke his dick…

The night was one long wrestle for control of one another. Mind you, it was vanilla control with no “Master” or “Mistress” and we certainly didn’t use a whip, but it was teasing and oh-so-fun. It began with me straddling him and holding his wrists, to him pushing my legs to my chest and fucking me to the hilt, to me fighting to be on top and then flexing my thighs to be the one fucking him, to him winning by grabbing my ponytail and smacking my ass.

When he came, I felt extraordinarily pleased and I loved the little orgasmic sighs he let out every time I contracted my vaginal muscles around him. We stayed with him in me until he could breathe normally, and then I began to play a little game I call “Dodge the Cuddle.” I actually lost – he put his head on my stomach and it felt funny when I was laughing, so I let it stay there.

I tried to get a second fucking out of him, but poor thing had to be up at 5 a.m. and it was already 2. I mentioned I wanted to sleep in my own bed (lies as far as comfort goes; his bed is way more comfortable as he has a real mattress and I’m currently on a futon until I leave for England) so ta, kisses, see you later! He walked me out and I happily went home. He is a great fuck.