Seven Women: An Erotic Private Investigation

Chapter 6…

It’s morning and I’m kissing the back of her neck: Lisa’s neck. She stirs; I see her look at her watch. She’s naked. She realizes she’s not in her bed, but she’s with me. She’s probably thinking, Who’s that at my neck? I say, “So Sleeping Beauty is awake.”

I kiss her mouth, which is dry. I’m naked. My erection is pressed against her. I get on top of her. She can’t move. She’s numb. I push her legs open, touch her down there. I see recognition in her eyes, that she knows who I am: the guy at the party, the smiling, kissing, leaning-into-you guy. Before she can say anything I’m inside her, fast; I know I hurt her a little, but realize I have to move fast if I want another lay; she might change her mind. I’m probably older than she thought I was. I’m in my late-thirties, have a few strands of gray in my hair. I put my face into her chest, her warm breasts, and fuck.

She closes her eyes and probably tells herself she isn’t going to enjoy this. She’s probably wondering if we had sex last night, probably doesn’t remember. She isn’t sure, she was so drunk. But we did have sex. The bed is shaking, the mattress springs are making sounds. I say, “Yes, yes.” Her clothes are on the floor and I know she’s looking at them. The floor is bare and wooden. There are paintings on the walls. I fuck her faster, I groan, I come inside her, I fall on her, breathing hard. I grab her face, lightly kiss her lips, and say, “Good, good.”

I get out of the bed. I take off the condom and toss it to the floor — where there are two others. I see Lisa look at them; she probably wonders if the condoms are from last night. Yes, I want to tell her, they are. I go to the closet and put on a pair of black sweats. I ask her if she wants breakfast. She says she doesn’t know. “I’m going to make some breakfast,” I say, and leave the room.