Free Fragments by M. R. Field Page A

going to get Stacey was good timing. 
                  Pulling up to Stacey’s driveway, I lingered for a moment to get my thoughts in check.  I wasn’t nervous; we had been working up to this. From what her lips did to me in my truck the other night, I was looking forward to seeing what else she could do.             
                  Her front door opened as she came strolling out in cut-off jeans and a tight tank. My shoes crunched the gravel as I stepped out of the truck, lingered by the door, and smiled.
                  “Where did you want to go?” I asked, tipping my chin towards my truck. Reaching my side, she licked her lips and stepped closer to me, running her hands along my chest.
                  “Actually …” She grabbed my shirt and stepped back, pulling me towards her house. “My folks are out.”
                  Normally, I didn’t date girls. Screwing them was much easier. She was the escape I needed from my shitty home life and Bea’s antics. As she continued dragging me to her front door, my mind started clearing. My pants tightened and I gave her a wink. She stopped at her door and traced her fingers along my abdomen.
    “You don’t have to come in, if you don’t want to. But—” she lingered closer to my lips, “—I really, really want you to.” Walking through the front door, she gave me a moment to make up my mind. So, I did what any guy looking to get laid would do—I followed her inside.
    Once inside her bedroom, I’d looked around at the posters on her walls and internally cringed at her terrible taste in music. Boy bands gave me the shits. I studied one of her posters, wondering why they all had the same haircut and wimpy smile. I almost reached across and tore one down, before her throat cleared and her seductive voice asked, “Alex, baby, wanna come and sit next to me?”
    I turned around and, lo and behold, she was down to just her pink bra and panties, lying across her bed. She curled her finger towards me and as I approached, I tore off my T-shirt and started unbuttoning my jeans. I wasn’t into mind games—if it was on, it was on.
                  We became a mess of tangled limbs. Stacey seemed over-eager and desperate. She bit, licked, and tore at me while I tried to hold her back. After a few minutes of feeling mauled, I grabbed her hips and turned her away from me, facing her towards the wall.
    “Easy there, girl. If we’re going to do this, then we’ll do it this way. My way or the highway. You choose.”
    I barely had her there a second before she panted, “I’ve heard you fuck hard, Alex. Condoms are in the top drawer, so show me what you’ve got.”
    I reached over to the drawer, sheathed myself and leant into her body with pleasure. “Hold on, it’s gonna be a fuckin’ hard ride.”
    With a quick thrust I was in, no hesitation whatsoever. Grinding into her, I blocked out the argument with my dad and the freeze out by Bea. I concentrated on just feeling.
    Whilst I poured myself into Stacey, my mind flicked back to Bea’s retreating back going into her house, then my dad’s grip on my arm. Blocking them out took effort.  These distractions though, made it easier.
    When we were done, I didn’t stay to cuddle. I never did. Cuddling meant commitment, and while I would hang out with my girlfriends, they knew that they were a temporary filler. Driving off in my truck, I was struck again by thoughts of Bea. My gut tightened as the fear of her severing our friendship surfaced.  What in the hell was going on?
    Before I arrived home, I had three messages waiting for me from Stacey. Dating her took a lot of time. She filled my free time constantly. She texted, called, emailed—any which way she could contact me, she did. If she didn’t have a mouth that a Hoover would envy, it would have been so much easier to dump her, but I was a guy … so, yeah. The release I needed was