Free SEXY ROMANCE: Her Dark Obsession by Karen Knightley Page B

“But I think what it is, is that we just live moment to moment.  There’s no long-term anything.  I mean, who’s to say we’ll even be here in another year?  I could die in a biking accident.  You could die in a…a…well…what do you do?”
    “I could get crushed by a piano, I guess.”
    “There ya go.”
    “So how about this?  How about we make a deal to just hang out here every week, no obligations or any rules.  Just do whatever comes natural?”
    “Sounds pretty good to me,” I said taking another drink.  I felt vaguely relaxed, maybe even a little jolly for a change.  Wearing only a pink blouse and jeans, I felt sexy without being dolled up.  Maybe I was just trying too hard for so long.  Maybe there was wisdom in Eddie’s life view.
    “So what do you do for fun, Regina?” he asked curiously.
     
     
    I rode Eddie’s cock furiously, so turned on by his Stairway to Heaven soundtrack playing on the stereo, I started straddling his crotch like I was pounding on the drums myself.  Eddie did have the look of a rockstar, and it’s one meaningless affair I allowed myself with hardly any guilt attached to it.  His place looked like a bachelor’s pad after a tornado—musical instruments laying everywhere, disheveled furniture, and a few more naked posters on the wall than I was expecting.  But it’s not like Eddie ever pretended to be a classy guy.  We were just two lowlifes screwing and for once, we deserved each other.  Total balance.  Two lost souls who just enjoyed being lost together.
    I rode him fast, pounding on his chest and squeezing my vagina walls together, gripping his cock hard while the friction increased.  I did most of the work but yes, that rockstar fantasy is hard to shake and I figured this is more or less what it’s like to score with Mick Jagger or Steven Tyler.  Just as he was ready to come, I stopped riding him and stood up, hand-stroking him until he sent a load flying up into the air and all over my hands.  I guess it was a new sexual quirk of mine.  I just couldn’t stand the idea of letting someone inside of me, who I didn’t love.
    I don’t even think Eddie knew what love was, even though he was the type of guy who probably wrote several songs about it.
    Another reason to date musicians—free drugs.  Eddie was a sharer, I got to give him that.  He shared his body and his weed.  I toked so much I fell asleep for the night, just as the sun set and stayed knocked out until the next morning.
    I woke up to a very strange visual.  Mountains of human flesh before my eyes, cascading onto each other.  I shook my head, trying to decipher what I was looking at.  There were Eddie’s eyes looking debonair as always.  And then another pair of eyes looking at me.  When I came to I saw the scandal: Eddie and another woman were having sex on the same bed as I was laying on…and were practically on top of me, using my barely conscious body as some sort of pillow.
    “What…?”  I managed to mutter.
    “Shhh…” Eddie said, as he started fingering me.  A strange thing to wake up to, I have to admit.  I don’t think I was properly turned on, at least at first.  But Eddie loved strumming things, whether that was a guitar or a woman’s hot spot.  I did start to come, at least once, as I watched the other woman start sucking him off.
    I recovered from my quick clitoral orgasm and figured out where this was all heading.  Of course, Eddie wanted a threesome.  With some chick he or I barely knew.  Free pot and no questions asked.
    But I don’t know…for some reason, “Yes” just didn’t come too easy this time.  I recovered from my mini-gasm and then gently pushed the two fuckers off of me, opting to get dressed rather than join the party. 
    I put my clothes back on and readied myself for an emotional goodbye, with Eddie, a wild rose, but a sweet rose all the same.  I think he had a good heart.  And I think I felt something for him…
    “Oh Eddie!”