I ignored his warning and moved my hand harder and faster, up and down his length. He tried to hold my wrist tighter to get me to slow down, but I wasn’t having any of that. His hips thrusted into my hand, and it was the hottest thing I ever felt.
I am NOT stopping.
“Charlotte … Jesus … .I’m gonna … oh holy shit fuck …”
I felt his fingers graze the skin of my hip, and I wanted more than anything for him to just dive right in like I did with him. I wanted him to touch me, but I was pretty sure he was beyond rational thought right now. His fingers tangled into the fabric of my thong resting on my hip, and he clutched it so tightly the fabric ripped.
He’s going to come! I’m totally making him come! This is the best day ever!
“Okay, so aside from the fact that you pet his dick like a cat, I don’t see what the problem is,” Rocco says when I pause with my story. “You might be surprised to know that I’ve had my dick pulled by a few of the ladies back in the day. You’re not the only one who has no idea how to use one of those things. At least you got the hang of it.”
“Sure, I got into a nice rhythm and he finished pretty fast. That was awesome. But in porn, they don’t tell you what to do when it’s all over. The scene just ends and there’s no cleanup involved,” I complain.
Rocco stares at me for a few minutes and then the light bulb comes on and his eyes widen.
“Oh dear God. What did you do with the jizz in your hand? Charlotte! What did you do with the jizz?!”
Biting my lip and squeezing my eyes closed so I don’t have to see Rocco’s face, I blurt it out quickly.
“I pulled my hand out of his pants and then sort of whipped my hand in his general direction to get it off. Then I just turned and walked out of his apartment.”
Opening my eyes, I see Rocco with his hand over his mouth trying to contain his laughter.
“Oh no you didn’t. Oh, Charlotte. You Spidermanned the one you love.”
“Ava, are you home?” I shout into my parents’ house as I walk through the front door.
Moving into the living room, I see a flash of naked, white ass streaking down the hall to the guest bathroom and Ava rearranging her skirt on the couch. Not one piece of her long, dark brown hair is out of place, and she looks like she just stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. Her make-up is flawless and her blue skirt and matching tank top are perfectly pressed. Not at all what someone should look like who was just doing what I KNOW she was doing.
“Oh my God. Ava! Were you having sex on mom and dad’s couch? That’s disgusting. I sit on that couch,” I complain.
She rolls her eyes. “Fuck off, twat. I laid a blanket down.”
Glancing underneath her, I see the blanket in question.
“Son of a bitch! That’s the comforter from my bed!” I yell with a stomp of my foot.
“Ooooh, the older sister. This is like a porn dream come true. Can I be on the bottom?”
My head whips around to the door of the hallway and I see Tyler standing there buttoning his shirt.
“Oh my God. I’m going to have to burn that blanket now. And the couch.”
Tyler finishes with his shirt and walks over to the couch, plopping down next to Ava and throwing his arm over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Charlotte, I only got a little Tyler juice on your blanket. It’s all good.”
Ava shoves Tyler away from her and gets up from the couch. “I’m finished with you. You can leave now.”
Tyler pouts and stares up at her. “Babe, that wounds me. I’m delicate after my run-in with Claire the other day. Be gentle.”
Ava rolls her eyes and walks over to the door, opening it up and pointing outside. “Aunt Claire made you wash her kitchen floor with a toothbrush and mow the lawn with a pair of scissors. Go away or I’ll make you gargle toilet water.”
Tyler stands up and saunters over to her. “Ooooh, kinky. I like that. Until next time. Unless you gave me the clap. In that case, call first.”
Tyler whistles as he walks out the door and Ava slams it shut behind him.
“I cannot believe you had sex with that thing,” I tell her as she comes back into the living room.
“You should be thanking me right now, you whore. I took one for the team to see if I could get any information on Gavin after you threw a web of spooge on his shirt,” she complains.
“God dammit! Will you stop bringing that up!”
Ava shrugs, gathers up the blanket, and throws it behind the couch before taking a seat. “I’m sorry, but that’s some funny shit. You threw sperm at him. You’re like the creepy guy in Silence of the Lambs, throwing goo through the jail cell bars. At least you didn’t hit him in the face with it.”
I should have never trusted Ava with this information. She’s my sister and I love her, but she never lets shit go. She still brings up every single time I’ve ever tattled on her when we were growing up in casual conversation. She’s got the memory of an elephant and can tell everyone who asks the exact date, time, and outfit we were both wearing when I told Mom that she drew a picture of a penis in crayon on the back of my bedroom door when she was twelve.