My Fucking Nightmare

We giggled in the darkness for a few minutes, blindly searching for different ways to kiss and have fun with it without smashing noses or bumping foreheads. I wasn’t sure where he wanted to go with this tonight, but in the dark I felt upset that I couldn’t watch his facial expressions or admire his beautiful body as I wished to explore it. “Should I go find some candles?” he asked, holding the side of my head in his sweaty palm, brushing against my cheek and earlobe with his thumb. “I want to be able to see you.”
“I’m glad you were the first to say that.” I said while giggling, brushing against the patch of bristly hair on his chin. “Boy, it gets awfully dark up here when there’s no moonlight, huh.” It was a fairly new subdivision too, incomplete without street lights or much traffic to shine headlights through the bay window. There was little light from the city streets below to cast his silhouette where I could see almost clearly see the jagged edge of his jawline and cheekbones and the creases in his face when he smiled.
His expression became sour for a moment while we paused, and for a moment I feared that I offended him. “Are you uncomfortable?” Brian asked, his hands immediately falling away from me. I was shocked that he stopped so fast, but to all the treats he’d given me so far I was silly to be surprised.
I reached for his hand and squeezed it, bringing the back of his palm to my cheek. “You would know it if I was. I enjoy the darkness, but on this occasion, I’d like to be able to see you better. Even in candle light. And now that I think about it, I don’t think I want the power to come back on for a while. It’s so peaceful, so quiet. Just listen to the rain.”
He scratched the back of his head in an awkward manner and I could almost tell, even in the pale light, that he was blushing. “I’ll uh, go see what I have for candles.” He got up and blindly stumbled across the living room, nearly banging his foot against the coffee table in doing so. After a few moments of stumbling around I heard rifling from the kitchen, probably one of Brian’s junk drawers or a box he didn’t unpack yet. After a few moments of rustling and bumping he came back in with a lighter and several candles and placed them on a couple coasters before lighting them.
In this kind of lighting I never noticed before that he had freckles. Holy shit, freckles. So faint that I had to be close to his face, staring deep down into the vulnerable tissues where the pale makeup and eyeliner usually covered. “Wow, you have a stunning complexion.”
“Gee, thanks.” He laughed sheepishly and pressed his forehead against mine. “God, you’re pretty. One of the most beautiful girls I ever met.”
“Huh, now you know what I’m all about.” I cockily countered, moving my hands into his hair. So matted with product, but soft and sitting waiting for my fingers to run through the strands, brushing several long locks away from his face.
The candlelight flickered and danced, casting our shadows on the walls. I was about to crawl up into his arms but Pinkly began scratching at the door to come in from her frolic in what appeared to be loose mud. “For fuck sakes, dog.” He breathed and climbed off the couch once more to bring her in. I heard him cuss several times more as Pinkly shook water and mud all over him and the floor. I tried to stifle my laughter just as the tiny white Shih Tzu trotted into the living room, tail wagging, and hair flopping, dripping wet. “If you shit on this floor, I swear to fucking god.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or not, but when she sat on the floor and wagged her tail at her daddy, the way he reacted made me melt. He crouched down and stretched his arms, to which she ran to him and jumped up so he could lift her into the air for a close hug. “You tell Melissa that you like to spite your daddy by playing outside for a half hour and coming in and taking a big poop on the floor in front of him. But you know that daddy has a pretty girl over tonight, and you don’t wanna scare her away, do you?”
“Someone loves his little girl too much to care I think,” I beamed. Brian laughed and put Pinkly down on the floor again where she blitzed to her bed in the corner of the living room by the baseboard heater. “You two are so good for each other.”
“Pinkly’s something else, that’s for sure. But she isn’t you.” He pulled me close again and held me against him for some time before finding my lips again. All the blood rushed to my head and my ears and for the moment I heard nothing—not even the violent rainfall outside. “I don’t want you to leave me tonight. I’d like to have your company. I’d like to have you.”
“Oh good, I wasn’t being too forward.”
“No, just seems like everything else is trying to make this night go totally awry. But I don’t think anything else should be interrupting us tonight. I told the boys to leave us alone.” I recalled I hadn’t heard his phone go off, nor had I seen him check it at all this evening. Surely a group of guys so close as they were, or as much as I assumed, knew when to back down and leave a man alone to his devices. “Now where were we?” Brian coaxed, holding both my hands by our hips, rubbing noses together.
Cracking a half smile, I pushed him down to the couch and straddled him. “I think I remember.” I remembered his face went from cute and sweet to awe stricken and shocked in a fraction of a second. “We definitely don’t know what the other likes, but I’m totally willing to spend this entire night finding out.”
“Funny, I didn’t take you for a girl with that kind of side at first. Can I ask you something?” I nodded and waited for him to proceed. “Well, I’m just curious. You’re the first girl in years I’ve gotten…physical with. If this were to become something bigger, how important would you consider the element of sex?”
I’ll admit I was taken aback by that question. Didn’t really consider it much, to be honest. “Well, I believe that it’s important in its own category. Couples bond in different ways all the time. I guess I consider it a way to discover more about my partner. It’s been a really long time for me too. It would be nice to get out of this dry spell.”
“Fucking tell me about it.” he smiled and ran his hand around my waist, his palm grazing the back of my thigh and butt. Sweet, sweet tingling sensations shot through my body. Is this what love felt like? I asked him the same question. He kissed my neck and ear lobe and began to whisper in my ear. “It’s important to me, but not as important as keeping you happy, Liss.”
It was the first time he called me Liss. My brother and sister used to call me Liss when they were younger, as did my fucked up mother, causing me to hate it. But I wasn’t about to crush him by telling him. I didn’t feel as bothered by him saying it as I used to be since he said it with a little less of a drunken slur. “Brian, do you think I’d really be the only one that would make you happy?”
His eyes relaxed as he stared into mine. “I do. Does that scare you?”
“It’s a little intimidating, yeah, though I think it’s flattering. Being the only girl in the whole world to fill that category. Sort of…gives me that fuzzy feeling inside. Virtuous happiness.” He only nodded understandingly. “I mean, I don’t think I’d ever have anyone else in my life to fill this kind of hole. You set the bar pretty high, you know.”
“Like in your dream.”
“Yeah, like in my dream. Except I don’t think you’re gonna have an issue hitting that bar tonight.” I saw his eyes light up, his smile return. Both his hands grazed my thighs now, moving down the lengths of my legs.
He bent down onto his knees and lifted my shirt just over my navel to kiss my belly and travel downwards where his hands roamed around to fiddle with the button and zipper of my jeans. “I want you now, then.” He whispered, proceeding to unbutton and pull the fabric apart to reveal my very unappealing underwear. Okay, I was too broke for lingerie. Point is, he didn’t care. He positioned me on the couch so I was hunched down with my butt just barely sitting on the cushion where he could access my lady region and do with it what he so pleased. Heaven almighty, if I knew this were to have happened, I’d have prepared myself a little better. Luckily only several nights before I had showered and shaved all necessary areas. There was slight stubble, but Brian really didn’t seem to mind.
Without time to waste, he pulled my pants completely off and flung them to the floor where I’d worry about them in the morning sometime. Next he would tackle my shirt. It wasn’t anything too special, but it was a nice dress shirt I wore to most important occasions. Job interviews, panels, press conferences. Okay, nothing special. Once he had it off he stared at my chest in pure awe and fascination like he’d never seen a pair of boobs before. “Wow.” He mouthed, his eyes roaming about my chest like some lost teenage boy not knowing what to expect. “You have a beautiful body.”
“I have stretch marks and disproportionate features.”
“No, you’re fucking stunning. I’ve got stretch marks too, you know. On my ass.” We both burst out into laughter.
When I calmed down I reached for his shirt and tore it over his head, revealing a torso with more ink than I’d ever seen before. At first I couldn’t pick out the pictures from the dim candle light. I noted to look at them in the morning when every inch of me wasn’t screaming to jump his bones. “You’ve got some fantastic ink, Brian. It’s sexy as hell.”
With his big goofy grin he shrugged and helped me remove his pants. He had this tricky belt with a clasp I’d never seen before. Fancy rock star belt with a Deathbat buckle in the front. Made me roll my eyes and proceed with a ridiculous desire to laugh again. Maybe the fame actually had gone to his head. I casually wondered what he’d do if this band went under. “Well, do you know what you like?” he asked me, rubbing his hands all around my body now, gradually working his way to my breasts. I removed my bra and tossed the garment in the same direction as my shirt and pants.
Brian worked his way out of his pants and threw them away the same, allowing me the opportunity to size him up. I was quite impressed, and a little bit intimidated, not to mention worried about the issue that he might just not fit so well. Cringing from the idea of pain surging around down there, I put it out of my mind for the time being and seized the opportunity to fiddle with him a little bit. “I’m not too sure just yet. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
He sneered with a half-smirk and climbed over me, powerfully kissing my mouth, then my neck, then between my breasts. “I’ve got a feeling you’ll like this.” his lips moved down to my navel, just above my underwear line before he pulled my unders off and tossed them over his shoulder where they hitched on the entertainment system, sort of representing a flag waving in the wind. Then I felt his mouth in a place I’d never felt anyone’s mouth before and I gasped, swinging my leg out and almost hitting him. I heard his maniacal laugh coming from between my legs and felt his strong grip around my thighs, immobilizing me. Hell no, I was in paradise. Absolutely fucking mind-blowing. He paused for a moment to see how I was taking it, and satisfied with my apparent appreciation, resumed.
I begged him to stop after a long ten minutes. Not out of dislike, but because I was brought to the edge and wanted to enjoy real intercourse with him for the first time. “Have to go grab a condom, sorry.” Brian hissed as he slunk off to his bedroom at the end of the long, dark hall. He reappeared shortly thereafter and appeared to have already put it on. I made sure it was properly adjusted and positioned myself on the couch so he could climb atop of me.
First he teased me with the tip, not wishing to force all of him inside before I was entirely ready. The dry spell made it so much easier for me to be ready for him. “Ready?” he whispered, his eyes eagerly dancing in the firelight beside us. I nodded and brushed his face with my hand as he slowly pushed himself deeper. When I felt that he was wholly in, I was in disbelief that he managed to fit. His eyes were clenched shut tightly, and a long, quiet moan came from him. “Holy shit.”
Once I’d gotten used to the sheer size of him he began thrusting in an erratic pattern, but soon stabilized into long, slow pushes. I couldn’t tell who groaned more out of the two of us, but he was into it. I wrapped my legs around his backside hoping it didn’t hurt either of us and dug my nails into his back. His head shot back and his jaw dropped as he picked up speed. “Fuck, keep doing that.” Brian hissed as he revelled in the deep welts I began leaving in the flesh of his muscular, sweaty back. His hair began to stick to his face as he worked harder and harder to make a good first impression.
Needless to say I was breathless. The power behind each of his thrusts took all my breath away; each drive was deeper and harder than the last and I had gotten so fucking close to orgasm that I could no longer contain it. I began to let myself to go. “Shit, oh my god. Brian, don’t stop. Don’t stop now.” His face contorted as I finished my fit of muscular contractions, all the gasps that I wheezed and choked somehow triggering his own immensely powerful orgasm. Brian tumbled down on top of me in a heap of sweat and shudders, his breathing hoarse and every other noise a groan.
He sat up again after a moment and wiped the sweat from his forehead before pulling himself from inside me. I closed my eyes in order to cool down and calm my breathing. I didn’t want to get up from this couch as my body was temporarily paralyzed, but I knew I ought to have cleaned myself up before resuming the rest of the night. Pinkly wagged her tail in her bed, which alarmed me in realization that she was probably watching us the entire time. Nasty, I thought, and let out an exhausted laugh. Brian had already discarded the condom and proceeded to climb back onto the couch with me to cuddle for the remainder of the night.
As I still felt his trembling arms around my body, I rested my head against his collarbone to listen to his frantically beating heart. “For the record, you set the bar.”
“I was about to ask you if you were satisfied.” He huffed. “That was incredible. Amazing enough that I’m inclined for another round in about ten or fifteen minutes.”
I laughed and wiped away several beads of sweat from his cheek and nose that he missed. “Perhaps next time we ought to open the window and let some cooler air in. But you’re right, that was absolutely mind-boggling. I’m immensely pleased.”
His breathing was just losing that last bit of elevation, and his heart rate dropped considerably in the next few minutes. “Like I said, another round coming up if you’re interested.”
“I’d have to be insane to turn down sex that good, Brian.”

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