We only fuck in bathrooms, alleys, and friend’s bedrooms.
Mostly it’s because we say we aren’t going to do it again. We pledge and we promise, but at the end of the night she’s against the wall in the bathroom at Docs, and my cock is so far inside her the jukebox is skipping.
She’s never asked me home, and I’ve avoided doing the same, but when we end up at a party together it rarely takes more than an hour before her mouth is around my cock and I’m holding the door closed with one foot. The harder they knock the harder she sucks, and she knows that I’ll come the first time someone screams out her name.
I’ve eaten her pussy on the subway, in the back of a cab, on a fire escape, and under a stoop. She’s sucked my cock in her office, at the dumpling bar, and in the handball court behind Vol De Nuit. We finger, jerk, and lick each other three times a month, and each time we leave with a solid promise to never do it again.
Sometimes I’m tempted to bring her home, lay her down on my bed, and fuck her until the magic is gone. I want to bring her coffee, iron her shirt, and watch her dress in the morning. I want to find so much normal that we slow down and our after-work-drinks mostly involve drinking.
Some days I want to be there in the morning.