And This Is How It Starts

She’s got a boyfriend anyway….

I could smell her perfume, floral and fresh. It filled the air in my van like a thousand sweet bouquets. It was so her. Her scent. The scent that had been insidiously whispering into my psyche for months, building a hold over me as it invaded my dreams and drove me steadily insane.

I hadn’t expected her to call tonight. She was supposed to be on a date with him. The boyfriend. That lucky fucking bastard. But when she’d arrived at the station, she’d got a phone call telling her that something had come up and he had to bail. So she called me, her friend, and suggested we hang out for a bit, have a drink or something before she caught a return train home. I’d jumped at the chance to see her, wondering what kind of daft prick would turn down any opportunity to simply spend a few glorious minutes in her presence. He doesn’t deserve a girl like her.

We had a few drinks, which became dinner at an Italian chain restaurant, then a walk along the South Bank. I told her not to worry about the train; I’d drop her home. Cambridgeshire isn’t so far from London and I hadn’t drunk too much, so I was fine to drive.

The whole length of the M11, all I could think about was kissing her. She was talking about sex, being kind of cheeky and saucy, and I could feel my cock twitching in my jeans. Was she flirting? Or was she just teasing? Maybe she just didn’t know how much I wanted her. How much it was hurting me to be in such close proximity to her knowing that she had a boyfriend and I couldn’t touch her.

Damn me for being so fucking moral. Why couldn’t I just take the next exit, pull the car over and kiss her? Would she let me? Would she kiss me back? Could I actually do it, could I be that guy? Probably not. I didn’t have the guts. And what would be the point?

She’s got a boyfriend, anyway.

I felt the brush of her hand on my thigh all of a sudden.

What the hell?

“Are you never going to misbehave?” she murmured. “You’re such a good boy all the fucking time.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her lower her head towards me. I lifted my left hand off the steering wheel, almost swerving into the next lane as she nuzzled her face in my crotch. My cock surged with blood, and as her soft fingers pulled my zipper down and drew out my throbbing member, I gulped hard and kept my eyes peeled for the nearest exit. All I wanted, all I’d wanted for months was this, her mouth, her touch, her close to me.

“I know she’s got a boyfriend,” I told the repetitive voice in the back of my head. “But for tonight, at least, I’ve got the opportunity to fill his shoes.”

Who could really blame me for taking it?

I pulled over at the first opportunity, and let my hands fall into her hair as she teased and tortured my rock-hard erection with her full, pouty lips. Her tongue poked out, the tip pointed, and she flicked at the slit at the top of my cock-head. I let out an audible strange, strangled sound from the back of my throat as I watched her pink tongue snake over my crown. Around and around, as if she were slowly devouring an ice cream cone. When her lips opened into a wide ‘O’ and sank down onto my prick, I felt my balls throb and ache.

With one hand wrapped loosely around the base of my tumescent cock, she sank all the way down until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Her mouth was warm and wet, and the slide of her soft lips down my shaft was pure heaven. I let my head fall back against the head-rest, my fingers twining and twisting in her dark hair, and I squeezed my eyes shut as she began to bob her head up and down in my lap. Each time her mouth reached the tip, she ran her tongue around the thick ridge of my corona, and flicked teasingly at the frenulum.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice so thick and lust-filled that I barely recognized it as my own. She looked up at me with those deep, dark eyes twinkling mischievously before sinking all the way back down again. I gripped her hair tighter and raised my hips slightly. She slid her hand briskly up and down my shaft as her head bobbed urgently up and down. Her mouth was so wet, her drool oozing down my pulsing length and pooling at my balls, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off from coming for much longer.

“Wait…,” I grunted, fully intending to warn her to slow down or else I would unload a flood right into her mouth. But before I could utter another word, she plunged down hard on my cock and opened her throat to take me all the way in. As soon as I felt the head of my prick hitting the back of her throat, and heard the damply resonant sound of her gag reflex reacting to the phallic invasion, my balls tightened and I shot pulse after thick pulse of semen deep into her mouth. She swallowed it down without even flinching.

I was panting, breathless, and awe-struck as she tidied her hair and straightened herself back up.

“Hmm,” she murmured. “Doesn’t it feel so good to be so bad for once in your life? Now, drive. Let’s go back to mine.”

“What about your boyfriend?” I asked, as I quickly arranged myself and zipped up my fly again.

“You’ve just come in my mouth, Danny. We’ve already broken the rules tonight. So, that being the case, I figure we might as well just fuck.”

I turned the key in the ignition, put the van in gear and drove with lightning speed to her flat, where she taught me a whole lot more about being bad….

Inspired by “Sex” by The 1975

Now we’re just outside of town

And you’re making your way down

She’s got a boyfriend anyway,

She’s got a boyfriend anyway.

And I’m not tryin’ to stop you, love

If we’re gonna do anything, we might as well just fuck

She’s got a boyfriend anyway

She’s got a boyfriend anyway…

Written by Adam Hann, George Daniel, Ross MacDonald, Matthew Healy

Jupiter Grant is a self-published author, blogger, narrator and audiobook producer.

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