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"Fuck," Brendon yelled. He pulled his boxers up, stood up, and turned around to face him. He opened his mouth to say something else, but noticed that his roommate was starring over his shoulder at me.

I laughed slightly at the situation as I stood up and shimmied back into my dress. No point in trying to hide anything though, he had seen it all the night before.

"You," he said, his cheeks flushing a bright red making him looking terribly embarrassed. I felt no need to reply, but I was at a loss of what to do. The fact that someone had walked in on me and Brendon did not change the fact that I was horny as hell.

Brendon looked from the guy to me, carefully studying the other males face before a look of recognition appeared on his face.

"Shit, I didn't know man. I'm so sorry dude; I swear I had no idea." The two exchanged silent glances, before they looked back at me. I was confused as to what was happening, but I was only getting more agitated by the moment.

"Listen, I don't know what the hell is going on, but I came here to have sex. Now if neither of you are planning on fucking me, I'm out of here." I started slipping on my heels when Brendon pointed to a room and asked me to go wait in there.

As I closed the door behind me, I could hear heated whispering coming from the two. I really was just tempted to walk out of the apartment and head back to the bar to find someone else to sleep with. This was become too much to deal with.

I took a seat on the bed and looked around at the surprisingly clean room around me. There was an acoustic guitar leaning against the dresser. I walked over and took it in my hands, strumming the strings lightly and smiling at the sound. I used to want to play the guitar when I was younger, but as I got older I got interested in other things.

I brought the guitar back to the bed and began plucking strings in. As I struck them to create a melodic tune, the door opened and the light switched off. I looked up as a dark silhouette moved towards me.

"It's about time," I whispered as I placed the guitar next to the bed and then pulled him by the collar on top of me. He said nothing as he pulled my dress up and over my head. He laid me back on the soft duvet and placed gentle kisses on my neck. I was confused at this sudden change of pace. I liked sex when it was rough and fast, I wasn't used to anything gentle.

"Brendon," I started but he pushed a finger to my lips. His hands traced the features of my face and ran along my jaw before he tucked his fingers under my chin and lifted my face towards him. I could hear the shallow breaths escaping his mouth as he slowly lowered his lips to mine. When his lips touched mine, they moved cautiously, almost tenderly unlike his eager kisses earlier. His tongue probed my lips open, allowing him access to my mouth, where his tongue explored, massaging my own.

I broke free of his embrace, completely confused. I didn't like the direction the night had turned. All I wanted was a good fuck, nothing more. But the way he was kissing me, the way that he was touching me, and the way his rough hands slid my thong down my legs was getting to be too sensuous for me. I had to get out of there.

I reached up and took his face in my hands. "Brendon, stop," I whispered, but I realized something was different. His face wasn't as stubbly as it had been before. There was no grainy, scratchy feeling against my skin as I slid my hands down to chest to lightly push him away.

His body froze above mine as I fumbled to grab my dress. I reached over for the little night table, looking for a lamp of some sort. After a moment of fumbling, my fingers found the switch, and the room glowed an off yellow. I was startled to see that the man pushing himself off of me was not Brendon, but his roommate.

"Ryan, my name is Ryan Ross. And you, you are too good to do be doing this to yourself" he said as he got up and left the room.

I sat in the middle of the bed, completely stunned. Who exactly was he? Why had he come into the bedroom instead of Brendon? What had just happened between us? All those questions circled in my thoughts as I rushed to put on my clothes. I threw the bedroom door open and marched rather dramatically into the living space.

"What the fuck was that in there?"

He was sitting on the couch with one of his hands covering his eyes; Brendon was nowhere to be seen.

"Well we we're going to have sex but-" he made a gesture with his free hand and sighed loudly.

"That was not sex! That was-"

"What is wrong with you?" he asked suddenly. He had moved his hand away from his eyes and he was looking curiously at me. I could feel my face turning red. Not because of embarrassment, but of anger.

"Excuse me?"

"You said you wanted sex, and that's what I was going to give you."

"I don't do sex like that. I fuck guys, and get fucked by them. Whatever the hell that was," I said in a high tone, pointing to the bedroom, "was not what I asked for."

"So you like to be treated like shit?" He stood up and cross his arms.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," I spat out.

"I in fact do. I see you every week, same bar, same time, but different guy. Every single guy just looks at you like another piece of ass. They just use you for one night to get what they want and forget about you the next day. You don't deserve that."

"And how the fuck can you just assume that?"

"Because no one deserves that, especially someone like you."

My anger was making my heart thump louder, and my ears buzzed with the adrenaline pumping through my body. No one knew me, and I was furious that this Ryan character had the audacity to make such assumptions.

"All I wanted was a simple fuck. And that should have been Brendon. I'll be letting myself out now." Before I had taken three steps, Ryan was around the couch and at the door.

"You want to fuck? Fine, I'll fuck you." In a moment, he had me back in the bedroom naked. After he threw off his clothes, he pulled me up onto his legs, lined himself up with my opening, and said, "I'll fuck you so hard you'll be begging me to stop." With that, he thrust himself into my wet slit, making me cry out. With every thrust into me, my insides clenched tighter around him. The pleasure was so intense, and despite what he said, the harder he fucked me, the harder I wanted it. Finally, after a mere fifteen minutes, my orgasm came in waves of pleasure that I could probably never have fathomed before that night.

I screamed out loudly, grabbing his shoulders and digging my finger nails into his skin. I could feel myself quivering as I fell against Ryan, but he pushed me onto the bed and said, "Oh no, I’m not done with you until I've finished, too." He reached down and pulled my legs up, locking them behind his back. He thrust himself back into my drenched slit, panting, as he leaned down and licked my breasts. I felt another orgasm building inside me as he slammed into me.

"Fuck Ryan," I moaned.

"Is this what you wanted?" He spit out. I didn't answer, because he leaned his head back, and yelled "shit!" I felt him explode inside me, his warm seed filling me, and triggering my second orgasm. It ripped through my body, causing me to shake again. My fingers and toes went numb, and my cheeks flushed a brilliant pink. Ryan fell down next to me, gasping for air.

"Amazing," he breathed as he rolled over on his side to look at me. I moaned in agreement, too exhausted to do anything else. Ryan’s calloused fingers came up to brush pieces of hair off my sweating face. He leaned over, pulled me into him, and kissed me. I returned the gesture, lacing my fingers through his hair and slipping my tongue into his mouth. Ryan gently pulled me so that I was lying on top of him, and pulled his mouth away from mine.

"Can you stay the night?"

Five words meant to be a simple question once again turned my head into a frenzy. I grabbed my discarded clothes and hurried out of the room. I found the bathroom, where I cleaned myself up and dressed quickly. Out in the living room, where I had left my heels, Ryan stood in a pair of white boxers, waiting.

"I have to get going," I mumbled. He made showed no intention of moving from in front of the door. I tried to go around him, but he backed up right against it.

"Can I see you again?"

"Listen, Ryan. You're a good fuck, probably one of the better ones I've had. But that's all it is. I'm not looking for a relationship or a boyfriend. I just wanted sex and you gave it to me. You seem like a decent guy, so go find yourself a decent women."

"I could change your mind you know."

"Please."

He looked at me for a moment, then took my hand and pressed something into it. "Have a good night." He opened the door and I hurried past him, my mind focused only on getting me out of there as fast as possible. It wasn't until I was at safely back at home that I remembered the piece of paper I had put in my purse. I dumped out all of the contents on the floor, and found the little paper ball. I opened it up to find that it was the piece of paper I had left him the night before with my lips. Only he had written something on it.

"I’ll be waiting for you at the Caesars after 10 on Friday.”