Long Tall Lust, Part II
I swear I will come up for a better title for this. Or not.
The night we met, I wasn’t even considering sex. I had come pounding on Betty and Brian’s door, tearful over dysfunctional family crap, after finding my own alcohol supply completely empty. Betty settled me on her couch with a large glass of something Long Island like, and withdrew with Brian into the bedroom for a few moments.
I only saw the man on the balcony after I sucked down half the drink. At first, I thought him a hallucination or ghost, and in my alcohol driven state, decided my best bet was confrontation.
Ethan made a tall ghost, his six foot five figure silhouetted against the foggy October night. A cloud of steam around his head turned out to be a cigarette.
“Are you real?” I asked, and poked him once in the shoulder.
He stared down at my finger, resting on his arm. “Yes, quite.” He half-smiled as he took a drag of his cigarette.
“I’m J,” I introduced myself.
“I know who you are,” he said. “I heard Brian and Betty talking about you.”
“Normally I’m only mildly psychotic.” I smiled with some regret. “Great first impression I make.”
Ethan grinned at this, and offered me a drag. I took it, even though normally I don’t smoke. I noticed that he smoked a Pall Mall, rather than the usual Marlboro. This made me like him. Also, his smile suggested lots of sexy things going on in his mind.
He also had one thing that always gets me: lean hips. They make my clit tingle. I could imagine grabbing those hips as he thrust into me. His ass was the perfect shape for clenching in your palm or anchoring yourself when riding him up and down.
That night, I finished his cigarette, and my drink - and then I went home and played with myself half the night.