After The Podcast

"Words change meaning all the time. Gay doesn't mean happy anymore, it means homosexual. Bad doesn't mean bad - it means good. That's a bad chick. She's a bad chick." On that final line, he pointed across the table at her. She smiled, picking up on his meaning. It was their little secret, but she looked around the table cautiously to see if anyone else picked up on it. Only Pam caught her gaze and chuckled. She'd been the one to bring them together.

She BBM'd him. After this?
Him: Your place. Mine is too much of a construction zone. 
Her: Ok. 


She couldn't wait and neither could he. It was a surprise that the energy they were silently passing back and forth to each other couldn't be felt by others at the table. But the others were so wrapped up in the conversation with the clutter of mics and headphones in their midst, they didn't notice the glances they threw at one another - or the fact that he was rubbing his legs against hers underneath the table.

They couldn't leave at the same time and she'd brought a friend, so after the second session, she politely excused herself and left. Watching her walk away got his dick hard - he would have gladly followed her out the door, but he had to stay cool.

Two hours and four sessions later, the podcast had come to an end. He was anxious - too anxious really - and opted to roll a blunt and relax before he headed to her place. As bad as he wanted her, he wanted to bottle it; wait until he saw her naked body and then allow his lust to take over. He sat outside with Pam and a few other podcasters for a cipher and received another BBM. Where you at? I'm ready... He smiled - she was anxious too. It would be worth the wait.

Once he was in his car, he paused for a second and thought about sending Michelle a message. It had been hours since they argued and he had yet to hear from her. He was pissed. Her attitude tonight made him question why he ever got married in the first place. Seeing Reese across the table at the podcast hadn't helped. It had been awhile since they'd fucked but he still craved her body from time to time. It was so different from Michelle's. Her length matched his perfectly and their sex was more like a dance: fluid, in harmony, on beat.

He took the windy path by the coastline that led to her beachside apartment and found a parking space in front of her building. He called her number and she silently buzzed him in. He could see her figure blocking the doorway as he made his way down the hall. She had removed her outfit from earlier and stood there in a silk robe tied loosely around her waist. He couldn't hold it in anymore.

Without words he grabbed her waist and pulled her body close to his as he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. He kissed her, tasting the blunt on her tongue, the flavor matching his. As their kisses grew deeper, he undid the robe to expose her naked body underneath. He pulled away from the kiss to take her body in and she undid his jeans while he admired what he saw. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear and removed his shirt, while she ran her hands across his chest, and pushed her breasts and body against his. At the site of his fully erect dick, she dropped to her knees and took him all in.

He wanted to be gentle but she sucked on him feverishly, and on instinct he grabbed the back of her head and pushed. He heard her gag quickly, then recover, and then let her finish. She was so good. He looked down and watched her lips slide up and down his shaft and it made him even harder. He wanted to taste her. She was startled when he pulled away from her, picked her up and flipped her upside down so that her pussy was to his face. He pried it open with his tongue causing her to moan in ecstasy and she picked up where she left off on his dick. The more he licked and sucked, the deeper she tried to take him in. Staying in that position he carried her to the bedroom and laid in bed, keeping her body on top of his. They locked in to each other, limbs wrapped around from arms to ankles, their bodies in one accord. From that position he could go deep inside her with his tongue, teasing places that had never been touched before. He licked between her ass cheeks and every other spot he could access, breaking her ability to concentrate on his dick. She held onto it with her hands, but moved her pussy on his face just so - when she found the spot she was looking for, she beared down wanting to cum on his face, but he wanted to save all that juice for his dick.

He moved her off of his face and flipped her on her back and got on top of her. Holding her legs and thighs, he teased himself by rubbing the head of his dick against her pussy. She was beyond wet and pushed her pussy back into his dick taking in the head. Feeling how wet she was made him shudder and he allowed himself to go all the way in. The feeling was pleasure at its best. He moaned and laid in her neck and shoulders kissing her, flicking his tongue across her nipples and eventually taking in the entire mound of each breast while his pelvis found a rhythm they both could appreciate. They danced, and try as she might to keep control of her body, she couldn't. She relaxed and let her body meet his with each thrust, and they both moaned and sighed with pleasure.

She came several times with her legs wrapped around his waist, on his shoulders, pushed back to her ears and wanted to exhaust him before he wore her out.  She flipped him on his back and got on top. Stretching out her legs so they were over his shoulders, he grabbed on to her thighs and ass while she ground into his pelvis, his dick completely submerged inside of her. She showed him no mercy and swirled a figure 8 with her hips that caused him to catch his breath. He felt himself wanting to release and bucked into her until he was at the point of no return and pulled out, laying his dick against her pelvis and letting go. She let the warmth wash over her.

He didn't know how long they had been asleep, but the sound of his phone buzzing stirred him from his sleep. He walked into the living room and removed his phone from his jeans pocket. It was Michelle, of course. The time of the message said 3:15 am.

Where are you? I'm at the house. 


The progression of her anger was revealed as he scrolled through each message. His body and mind still craved sleep and he carried the phone back with him into the bedroom and looked at Reese, peaceful with a slight smile in her sleep. He crawled back in bed and pulled her close to him, and waited for the morning.