I know He Did Not!

I know He Did Not!
“You have a really nice apartment,” Robert said as he stood in the middle of Molly’s living room. He spun slowly, taking everything in. “You have excellent taste.”

Exiting the kitchen, Molly handed him a beer. “Thanks for the compliment. I know that a lot of people think painting your walls bright yellow is a risk, but I think pairing it with the white made it somehow work.”

“I think that’s the part I like the most. It’s bold.”

Ushering him to the couch, she patted his leg. “Thank you. Now, tell me about yourself. I feel like you know so much about me in such a short time, but I know nothing about you besides your name and that you stare at people sometimes.”

“Again, I’m sorry about that,” he replied, his face already turning red. “What would you like to know?”

“Well, for starters, you said that you haven’t really been interacting with people lately. Why is that?”

He shrugged. “I’ve been out of town. People tend to keep to themselves there.”

“Well, that sucks,” she said as she leaned back onto the couch. “Everyone needs a bit of social interaction at some point in their lives.”

“I agree, which is why I came back home for the week.”

“Do you have any plans while you’re here?”

Robert shook his head. “Not at the moment. Maybe go to a few museums or something.”

“Boo, boo, tomato, tomato,” Molly replied while pretending to throw a tomato at him. “You need to be doing something fun! Like hanging out with old friends.”

“Or make a new one,” he said.

“Oh wow,” she said, sitting up. “That caught me by surprise.”

“Why is that?”

She nudged him playfully. “Because for a minute there it sounded like you might have been flirting with me.”

Robert adjusted his body so that he could face her better, and moved a piece of hair from her eyes. “If I’m honest, you make it kind of hard not to.” He withdrew his hand and widened the space between them. “I shouldn’t have said or done that. Sorry.”

“You think too much,” Molly said, closing the space between them. “I find you attractive, too. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have invited you over.” Taking the beer from his hand, Molly placed both of them on the coffee table. “Everything I’ve seen so far, I really like, even the awkward parts.” Grabbing his sweater, Molly pulled and planted a gentle kiss onto Robert’s lips. His lips, cold to the touch at first, warmed as their kiss deepened. He sighed against her mouth in uncertainty, and she traced his bottom lip with her tongue. He parted his lips, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues dance and Robert let out another sigh as his trembling fingers caressed her arms. Breaking their kiss, she placed her hands on his chest and could feel the erratic beat of his heart. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just that I don’t have much experience with all of this.,but I want to.”

She straddled him, using her weight to lean him back onto the couch. “Then we can figure it out together,” she said and connected their lips again. His kiss as sweet as before, Robert ran his hands up her back. Molly gyrated her hips against his groin, and his erection poked against her jeans. Slowing down, she pulled away and stood. Taking his hand, she ushered him to her bedroom. 

Inside, he watched as she removed her jeans and shirt. The red set underneath, though simple, still  made his mouth water, and he cursed under his breath at the fact that he’d opted for something not as sexually appealing. 

Not like I thought this would be happening tonight.

He thought as he fidgeted in front of her.

“Your turn,” she said. “And no overthinking.” Robert removed his shirt, and Molly raised her eyebrow. “Very nice,” she said as she ran her hand over the trace of muscular abs. “My cup of tea. Just enough, but not too much.” Robert gave her a mix of a shyly confident smile. Removing his pants, he saw her nod in approval again. “Very, very nice. Just enough but not to–” He gave her a peck on the lips, and she chuckled. “I’m only teasing,” she said and connected their lips again. Looming with an urgency for her, his kiss left a warmth flowing through her entire body. 

Robert backed her onto the bed, and they tumbled onto it, still fused to one another. He found the crook of her neck and planted soft kisses on her collarbone. Molly bit her bottom lip and arched her body into his. “More,” she whispered, and every muscle in his body tensed. She unclasped the front of her bra, and his hands caressed her hardened buds. His tongue replaced them and he drew soft circles around each. She wanted him, for every clumsily placed tender touch. Every kiss, every connection with her skin left a heated imprint behind. She reached down and stroked his erection and he gave a throaty groan. Grinding her wet panties against him, she whispered again, “More.” 

He pulled down his briefs, and Molly shimmied out of her panties. She lifted her leg, and Robert penetrated her, and she felt him shudder. In unified rhythm, Molly’s moans grew louder with each thrust inside of her. Her climax at the peak, a gasp escaped her throat and  Robert clenched his jaw tight as her walls contracted around him. The slickness of her orgasm against him left his head in a spin. Losing his footing, he accidentally removed from her, and his ejaculate spread across the comforter.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, unable to look at her. 

Heavy-breathed, Molly shook her head. “Nothing that can’t be cleaned up. Plus, it would be different if I hadn’t cum, but I definitely did.”

“I know,” he said, chuckling as he pointed to his glistening penis. “Exhibit A.”

She huffed and pointed to the semen on the comforter. “And exhibit B.” 

“Fair enough,” Robert said, clearing his throat. “We should clean that up.”

“Agreed.” Sliding off the bed, the two made their way to the linen closet for another set of bedroom sheets and a comforter. After changing everything, they retreated to bed, and Molly turned off the light and cuddled up to him. “I like you,” she said. “Guess I should have said that part first though.”

Robert kissed the top of her head. “I like you too,” he said before they drifted off to sleep. 

In the middle of the night, Molly awakened, realizing that Robert wasn’t there. His clothes gone, she looked around the room. “Robert?” she called out, but received no answer in response. The lights in her bedroom were still off, with no illumination coming from the bathroom. She cut her eyes. “I know that motherfucker didn’t.” She turned on the light and searched for a note, but there was none. “I know this motherfucker didn’t!” she screamed as she tore through her apartment. Stalking into her living room , she looked at the unhooked latch on the door. “I know this motherfucker didn’t fuck me and then ghost me,” she whispered as she plopped down onto the couch, and wiped the tears from her eyes.