A Hookup
1146 Words
Kelly
“David O’Connor at your service.” He said smoothly.
Was that a Scottish accent? Kelly imagined how the tall, well built man would look in a kilt.
Kelly could vaguely see some flitting images of bold young men wearing the Scottish national costume during the Highland Games in Culpeper. The young women wouldn’t miss “The Bonnie Knees'' competition for anything. They would jabber about the boys not wearing any underwear below their kilts.
The Smiths family had close ties with the old Scottish settlers of Virginia and it was a tradition to attend Celtic festivals. While her father and her uncles would head straight for the Scotch tastings, the girls would go and check out the men’s field events.
“I would have brought you flowers if we weren’t in a bar.” David’s husky voice melted her from within. She felt some muscles between her legs twitch. Kelly stretched her long, smooth legs and parted them a little. “And what would you have brought me to bed in the morning?”
David’s ocean-like eyes gleamed at her and his gaze dropped down to her legs.
Do you like Victoria's Secret? Kelly smirked in satisfaction as David stole a glance at her bright yellow, sheer thongs.
She had carefully chosen to wear them tonight. She felt really sexy in them.
“Hoi abite we get that bed and find ait,” that charming Scottish accent rang in her ear. She jumped off the stool, grabbed David’s hand and went sashaying towards the dance floor.
Barbara and Andy were completely consumed with each other on the floor. She had arched her back, pushing her ass out towards Andy, gyrating to the beats. He was moving with her, their bodies touching. They were almost dry humping.
Kelly had to shout into Barbara’s ear. “I am going out with David. We are going to grab a bite. Don’t wait up. He will drop me home.”
Barbara seemed to know David. They fist bumped. “Take good care of my friend, will ya.” she shouted above the din.
“You hussy!. You hooked the friggin Jack Sparrow of our Rugby team. You will get harpooned tonight!” Barbara slapped Kelly’s ass. “Get outta here!”
Kelly tottered outside the bar with David. He had his strong arm around her waist, helping her stay on course. She felt at ease with him.
He opened the door to the pickup and waited for Kelly to hop in. What a charmer!
She stalled, trying to keep herself steady. As she got inside, one leg following the other, she couldn't help notice David stealing a glance of her legs.
Kelly pulled his hand and guided it between her legs. She desperately wanted him to touch her down there. Her cl*t was throbbing.
As David’s fingers reached her thong, she leaned over and kissed him roughly. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth as the woody fragrance consumed her.
When they broke the embrace David gasped. “Let’s find a place,” he said and put the car in gear.
Kelly flopped about like a rag doll staring blankly at the blurry haziness of the passing lights. The car surged forward and banked. They didn’t go far.
The Edwards Motel sat just outside Battlecreek. David parked the pickup, left Kelly in the car and went to get them a room for the night.
Kelly sat in the car and wondered how long it had been since she had been intimate with anyone. She missed the anticipation, the thrill of intimacy, but somewhere in the long run as her dream became larger than life her priorities had changed. She hadn’t been able to find the right time or people for casual hookups.
David returned, deftly helped her out of the car and steered her towards the room.
As he fumbled with the keys, Kelly leaned on the wall and waited.
She took off her lacy thongs as his thick fingers trembled with the tiny key.
She used it as a slingshot, firing it at his face the moment he turned around to beckon her towards the open door.
He jumped, startled, when the panty hit his face.
Must be his rugby instincts! Kelly was amused by his reaction.
David picked up her underwear and sniffed as Kelly drifted into the motel room.
She plonked on the bed, and felt a wave of nausea spread over her. She retched and before David could reach her, she sped off to the bathroom.
Kelly steadied herself by holding both ends of the sink and looked into the mirror. I look like trash. She grimaced.
She splashed water on her face to help with the nausea. It worked. The disgusting feeling subsided and she sat down to pee.
The water from the sink tap was still running.
Just as she tried to get up, the wave of nausea hit her again. She doubled over and sank to the floor. Holding the pot with both hands she emptied all the contents of her evening meal. The sickness kept coming and with every wave she retched as if all her organs wanted to be out.
Her head felt heavy as she slowly got up.
She had no idea how long she was in the bathroom. But after the bout of vomiting was over, Kelly relaxed. She rinsed her mouth, splashed water on her face. Horror hit her when she saw her face in the mirror.
It was a horrible mess. Mottled hair stuck on her face at weird angles and thick gray lines of bleeding mascara smudged around her eyes. A big welt decorated the broken skin of her full lips, where she had bitten herself. An angry bruise on her temple surprised her. Must have hit my head on the bloody pot!
The fuzziness in her mind subsided a little. She wasn’t so sure about her little escapade anymore. What am I doing? Do I really want this? David’s from the same college.
Damn! I am an i***t! I don’t have time and energy for these strings! David has been so nice. Should I do this to him? What if he wants more than one night? Am I making a big mistake?
Doubts raced through her groggy head as she stepped out of the toilet.
David was perched on the bed. His concerned eyes locked with her own as he sat shirtless waiting for her to make a move.
In the lamplight his ripped muscles and dark tattoos played tricks with her eyes. Her mouth ran dry as the tattoos rose from his skin enticing her.
He’s so fuckin’ hot! She panted.
Her head spun and her legs felt like jelly. The air glowed like embers and the walls closed around her as she walked towards the bed with a racing heart.
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