I'm Not Wrong for You

This is certainly the best party the Roberts have ever thrown, although because of all the cocktails I've downed so far, I'll have my mind muddled and my memories tangled up with each other tomorrow.

"But who cares! You only live once and I want to live," I mutter to myself and think back to this afternoon, to when I had another fight with William even though I don't remember why, but then again it's normal.

We do nothing but argue however punctually we make up, or rather, I apologize to him and then we make up.

I down another sip of peach-flavored Vodka Lemon and laugh, laughing as I feel William grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the kitchen island of Jonny and Martha Roberts' house, there where the booze is mostly gone.

The party is over, too, but I am Martha's best friend and she has allowed me to stay over because her parents are off, vacationing on some island in the Caribbean Sea to try to reattach the drips of their relationship after they have been cheating on each other.

"Where are we going?"

He doesn't answer me, I pull his arm and he stops in the dark hallway, turns around and I end up on his chest.

I laugh, laugh again and reach my hands past the back of his head, tiptoe and reach his mouth.

I forgive him, I forgive him even though sometimes he drives me crazy, even though he often treats me badly and I have the feeling that he just wants to take care of a woman who is then a perfect companion in every way, to be flaunted as a trophy.

All he needs is caresses even though sometimes it seems like he just wants to slap me, all he needs is to make love in a whisper and in the dark perhaps because he doesn't like me enough and the darkness covers me, all he needs is to hold me back because, after all, these ten years of difference are beginning to weigh a little on both of us and he is a man, I am still a child.

Ours is a different kiss, fruit and alcohol flavored, a kiss that shakes me and his tongue in my mouth sets me on fire.

I want more, I want it now, even though we are not alone in the house.

I push William toward the first guest room that comes our way and when we are inside, I turn the key so that no one can disturb us.

His hands quickly reach for the buttons on my shirt, undoing them urgently, and I do the same, forcing him to remove his shirt as darkness greets us. He backs me up to the large bed placed in the center of the room and pushes me down onto the mattress immediately after also removing my jeans.

He grabs my hands intent on caressing his hair, which seems shorter than I remember, and locks them on my head while with his mouth he kisses my neck and then reaches down, with his other hand he unhooks my bra and his lips immediately close on a nipple and sucks hard hurting me and giving me intense pleasure at the same time.

"Oh my God!"

My breathing is already labored and he continues to eat my breasts, licking my nipples and then biting them slowly with his teeth, sucking hard and taking my breath away and then licking them again.

His tongue descends, licks my abdomen, circles around my navel and lets my hands grip his silky hair.

With his, however, he opens my legs in one rough motion, forces my thighs wide apart, and creeps in between.

"William."

"Shhh!"

He shushes me as I try to look but the dimness doesn't help. William is here, between my legs and with his fingers he peels the fabric of my panties to the side. I'm already wet, I can feel it and he barely leans down, kisses me on the mound still covered by the fabric and I twitch with my pelvis.

It doesn't feel real, it has never happened before, William has never done it, he has never kissed me there and this light kiss of his on the fabric has already sent me into ecstasy.

He brings his face even closer to my sex and I hold my breath, then squeeze his hair tightly between my fingertips when I feel his tongue run through the entirety and

firmly over my intimacy. He licks again, from the bottom

upward, and with each lick he creeps deeper and deeper into

depth.

"Shhh!"

But how can I keep quiet? My moans are uncontrolled and he should stop doing this to me if he really wants me to shut up and be quiet.

I don't want to though, I don't want him to stop even though it's like going crazy, it's an indescribable sensation and his hoarse moans send me into a tailspin until he completely rips off my briefs and I remain mute, waiting to find out what else he will do to me.

He presses his hands on my knees again, spreads my legs wide again and then pulls me down, my fully exposed sex is before his eyes.

He pushes with his tongue to insinuate himself into my moist warmth, then his lips imprison my clitoris and he sucks, sucks as he did before with my breasts and the pleasure is devastating, the orgasm almost takes my strength away but he, not content, inserts first one finger and then two and pushes, pushes inside me despite the fact that I am begging him to stop.

"Please! Please stop!"

"You can't be serious."

He goes on, keeps massaging me, licking me, pushing his fingers that are now three until another wave of pleasure makes me shake hard.

He lifts himself up, back to me and my mouth and his tongue gives me the taste of my intimacy, his hands push on the back of my neck.

He pushes, pushes until he suggests I bow my head and I don't know if I'm ready, I don't know if I'm able to and I'm a little ashamed, but it's as if he doesn't listen to me, it's as if he's someone else right now and now it's him lying down and me in front of his erection.

I timidly reach out my hands, clasp them around his fully stretched member, it feels even wider, and slowly push up and down the skin.

"Take it in my mouth, Theresa."

William always calls me Tessa, never Theresa.

"Take it, please!"

I try to focus on the voice but it is completely distorted by his pleasure and maybe mine because I am doing something forbidden and just the idea turns me on and then the alcohol silences reason. He pushes my head and I feel the tip of his penis pressing against my lips.

Oh my God! But what am I doing?

He pushes, maybe I should resist but I don't.

I open my mouth slowly and welcome him inside, inside me and it is not as bad as I imagined. He moans loudly and with his hands he pushes on my head again, his member filling me and sliding down my throat.

I let my instincts do it, let my tongue caress him, then I suck and he moans, I moan too but I struggle to take it all in and instantly retract, coughing as his hands grab me and caress my face.

His caresses now are gentle, full of tenderness and love.

Yes, we are making love even though we are doing it in a completely different way than usual, and maybe it's the alcohol's fault, or maybe it's thanks to all those cocktails that have finally made us free of all inhibitory restraints, I finally feel like I've found the man I fell in love with in the beginning.