Kathy's World, Shay Kassa [microsoft ebook reader txt] 📗

his throat as he came. When the tension released, and he went limp on top of her, she could sense his heart pounding like a freight train in his chest. He left her sore, when the tremors finally subsided, but it was a good kind of pain. It was the price, paid willingly, of riding the roller-coaster and feeling so close to the sky.

Mark had never hurt her, not even a little. She never found sex painful, not since she lost her virginity in college, but she assumed it was because she made a point of being careful. He had never quite fulfilled her either, and that she had long since accepted – but god, what a difference a bigger man made.

Eddie pushed himself off her with a grunt. They lay in silence for a few minutes to get their breath back and enjoy the afterglow. Kathy laughed quietly as she thought again about how absurd this was. How utterly, wonderfully absurd. The world had gone mad and it would never be remade into what it once was, and she didn't care.

“Alright, what's so funny?” Eddie asked.

“I was just thinking, if someone told me on the plane yesterday that I'd be having really great sex with a big, fat, hairy drummer this weekend, I'd have laughed until I cried.”

“I am not fat.”

She curled into his side, snuggling up to his broad chest, then reached down and poked his belly. “Eddie, you're fat. Sorry to break it to you.” She ran her hand around his middle, feeling how soft and warm he was. “But I love it,” she whispered in his ear. “I would fuck you every night if I could.”

“And there goes my ego,” he said, lazily throwing his arm around her waist. He tucked the other hand behind his head. “Today is officially the best day ever.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you say I should be on top?”

He grinned. “Well, I had more than a few women say that it was, you know, pretty painful when we were doing it the normal way. I'm bigger than most guys and I was hitting bits of them on the inside that aren't designed to be hit. If they're on top, then it's okay.”

She looked down at his body. “Wow. So there's a downside to being well hung.”

“Like you wouldn't believe,” he said with feeling. “I had to stop completely with this one really hot stripper. I just couldn't fuck her without hurting her. It sucks like hell – makes me want to punch the guys who complain about being average.”

“You didn't hurt me,” she said.

“Not at all?”

“Nope. And,” she stretched, and felt the satisfying soreness again, “it felt amazing. I think it's probably a contender for 'best sex I've ever had'.”

He chuckled at her. “You keep talking like that and my head will need its own zip code.”

“Was it good for you too?” she asked.

Eddie turned onto his side to face her, suddenly serious, and kissed her softly. “I've never had anyone better, beautiful. In fact, I really hope you're not kidding about wanting to fuck me every night.”

She wasn't sure that she had been kidding, even though it had been sort of a joke. “I don't know. I wasn't really thinking about it,” she said. “You... want to make this a regular thing? I mean, we don't really have anything in common.”

He gave her a look. “Kathy, I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm just saying that if you want to fuck my brains out, there is no way I'm saying no.”

“Like a friend with benefits, kind of thing?”

“Sure. You wanted something honest – can't get more honest than that.”

She thought about it. There was no question of bringing him to any of her usual social gatherings. Her parents would likely think she'd lost her mind if they saw her with him. And Mark might use it against her, if he found out – and he probably would, if Eddie were still here when he came by tomorrow.

From every angle, it was a terrible idea. It wasn't something a respectable business woman should contemplate at all. A one night stand could be forgiven as bad judgment, but more than that would be considered an actual character defect.

It almost came as a surprise that she truly didn't give a shit.

“What if I want to hang out with you at the bar?” she asked. “Or go to the movies or something?”

“What, like on a date or something?”

“Yeah.”

He sighed. “I'm not looking for a serious relationship.”

“I never said I wanted one. But today was, well, better than I thought it was going to be, and that's mostly because of you and Gina. I think I'd like to do that again.”

“You afraid you'll lose your other friends?” he asked.

Kathy thought of the nasty comments, the harsh messages. They were so quick to believe that she was a horrible person, even though they had known her for all the time she had been going out with Mark. If it had to be them or Eddie...

“I think I can afford to lose them.” she said. “Actually, I think I'd like to try listening to heavy metal too.” If the world was already topsy-turvy and would never right itself, then she was going all the way.

Eddie let out a bark of laughter. “Kathy, you are a very strange woman. Alright, for the sake of getting into your pants on a regular basis... do you want to come and hear me play on Monday night?”

She smiled, and whispered into his ear again. “Only if you get the dressing room to yourself afterwards.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Shay Kassa is the pen name of an unknown author who writes other things. This author wants to keep those things separate from the erotica stuff.

Why the name, Shay Kassa? No reason at all. The author just likes the sound of it.

Go check out shaykassa.wordpress.com if you’re curious.