The rebound

A friend had just ended her relationship, I told her I’d drive her home, but neither of us really meant home. The car felt like a bubble, moving through empty streets while everything else in her life was falling apart.

She stared out the window at first, then started talking about the fights, the way it ended, how suddenly alone she felt. I listened, one hand on the wheel, the other resting between us on the console.

At some point, she reached for it without looking.

When I parked, neither of us moved. The engine ticked softly as it cooled. The silence wasn’t awkward it was heavy, full.

Her phone lit up on the seat. His name. She glanced at it, rolled her eyes, and flipped it face down like it didn’t matter anymore.

Then she looked at me differently, closer than before.

“I don’t want to be by myself tonight,” she said.

I didn’t answer. I just leaned in, slowly, giving her time to pull away. She didn’t.

The kiss was hesitant at first, then deeper, like we were both trying to forget something. The windows fogged, the world outside disappearing.

I explored my way down her breasts, tracing her nipples with my finger as we rest our foreheads against eachother and locked eyes, caught in the moment.

At this point we were in the backseat, she was riding me nice and slow, she wanted this moment to last, as did I.. all I could smell was a lingering hint of tobacco, mixed with the sweet vanilla scent of her perfume, all I could feel was her warm juice dribbling down my shaft and down my balls. Her moans echoed in my ears like screams through a canyon. We were both waiting for this moment for quite some time, it was passionate, steamy, sensual.

Her phone buzzed once again somewhere between us..

Neither of us cared enough to look.