Girl You Fucked Before (18+)

Sex Dream

Addison

Relief came in the form of Vanessa's car pulling up the driveway and giving myself something to focus on other than Matt's body.

Being the ever-thoughtful boyfriend, he immediately rushed to her aid, hauling out two bags full of chips, bun, hamburgers, and dessert. Reassurance came when I spied her pausing to sweep her gaze over his form.

It's not just me. He attracts the stare of any woman.

"Who's ready for some food?" Matt chimed up. "I'm starving."

I trailed behind him and his girlfriend as they made their way to the grill in the back of the house. Perching atop a lounge chair, I spectated as she opened packages while he turned on the propane. Conversation flowed freely between them, and he glanced over at her frequently with a wide grin, absorbed in what she was saying as she spoke animatedly.

"You look radiant this evening," he murmured, dropping his voice low and approaching her. Slipping his hands into the back pocket of her shorts, he placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose, and I just about lost my appetite.

Who talks that way? Does he realize how lame and corny he sounds?

I couldn't fathom why Vanessa acted as though he were the center of the universe. Sure, he had his moments where he could be fun and entertaining. I supposed he was also easy on the eyes, but he wasn't some rare undiscovered treasure. There was nothing about him that made him any more special than any other regular guy.

As the sun began sinking into the horizon, replaced by an indigo twilight, I lit a sparkler and watched as the colorful sparks shot off in various directions. Unfortunately for me, I was only just setting the mood for the couple with my makeshift candlelight as they began to maul each other's faces with kisses.

And after the hours slipped by of more of the same, I decided I finally had enough and was going to call it a night.

"Hey, Matt," I piped up, clearing my throat. "Do you think you can help me with the air mattress?" I tossed a crumpled-up napkin at his head, interrupting his make-out session with his girlfriend.

Reluctantly, he pried himself off Vanessa with a sigh. "Sure. I suppose it is getting kind of late."

"Thank you," I muttered sarcastically, ushering him inside ahead of me.

He walked over towards the closet in the living room, pulling out a wadded-up pile of plastic and some linens from the top shelf. "Here," he said, tossing a pillow and a case at me. "Make yourself useful."

Making myself comfortable on the carpet, I pulled the cover over the memory foam. "Speaking of beds," I began, avoiding eye contact. "Do you think that you two could refrain from pawing at each tonight? Your room is literally the one right above this one and I'd rather not hear you both in the throes of passion all night long while I'm trying to sleep. I will definitely have to take a rusty fork to my eardrum if I'm subjected to the sound of your moaning."

He glanced up at me from his task of spreading out the mattress on the ground, a lopsided grin on his face. "Don't worry, Addison. There is no risk of anything of that nature occurring as long as you're here. I know how you just love to barge into my room unannounced and there are some things that I just prefer not to have an audience for."

"Fantastic," I muttered, spreading out the bed sheet. "Are you ever going to let that go?"

"Let what go?" Vanessa asked, coming in from the kitchen where she had been putting away the leftovers.

Hopping up, I smoothed out my dress. "Oh, Matt's still whining about how I messed with his stone-age novel with the ancient relic on the cover."

Staring at me with a twinkle in his eye, he stood up, brushing off his hands on his jeans. "And I'm going to keep reminding you about it until you learn to respect my privacy and keep your hands and eyes off of places they don't belong."