When It’s Just the Two of Us
Other into something deep
For a minute we’re both in it
It’s so mutual how we deceive
Now you’re taking off my clothes
And I’ve never felt like this before
You’re just seeing where this goes
Carolina rummaged around in the back of her car for the second time that evening. She hurried to stuff some pajamas and an outfit for the next day into her toiletry bag. It was dark and she wasn’t sure what she had packed, but she hoped it was at least wearable. She hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Taylor, who stood waiting on the sidewalk by the door, having just finished his cigarette.
“Do I—umm, do I need to bring in my pillow or anything?” She hated how silly she must have sounded, but it was a valid question that, in a circumspect way, addressed his intentions for the night.
“No,” Taylor replied. “You’re sleeping in my bed.”
“Oh. Okay.” Carolina closed her car door and walked up the sidewalk. For a brief moment, as she closed in on Taylor, who was holding the screen door open, she envisioned him giving the bed to her and sleeping on the couch.
“We’re sharing,” he said softly, as she passed under his arm. “I mean, if you think you can be good, then I can be good, too. But I wouldn’t mind if you were bad.”
Carolina let out a soft laugh, because what could she say to that? She opened the door and walked inside, placing her bag on the couch. She began to dig through it, not glancing back at Taylor as he walked away. A moment later, she heard his footsteps return and spun around to face him, her phone charger in one hand and her birth control pills in the other.
“What do you need?” He asked. “An outlet to plug your phone in, obviously.”
“Umm. A glass of water?” Carolina dutifully kept her eyes on his, trying not to stare at the strangely normal pajamas he wore. His t-shirt was oversized, bearing the name of some record store, and it hung down over a pair of boring, blue plaid boxers. Except for his nearly shoulder length hair, he looked like a perfectly normal guy. Again, Carolina was struck by this different side of him he was allowing her to see, and she couldn’t at all think what she had done to deserve it.
A moment later, Taylor returned with a glass of water, and Carolina turned away from him to pop her pill out of the packet and swallow it down. She heard him walk away, down the hallway to what she assumed was his bedroom.
She picked up her toiletry bag and padded to the bathroom. She was glad she had remembered to pack makeup remover wipes. As she scrubbed the last of her sweaty face of makeup off, she was surprised to find that she wasn’t really all that nervous about going to bed with Taylor. What did it matter of he saw her without makeup and in her stupid, floral pajamas that looked like they belonged on someone’s grandmother? This was her; she wasn’t going to pretend to be someone else so that he would like her more.
At least the pajamas hid the fact that she’d gained five or ten pounds since the last time he had seen her. Then again, he talked about liking his women with a little meat on their bones. Carolina supposed this would be the test of whether or not he really meant that.
Once she’d made herself as presentable as she could manage with no makeup and floral shorts, she padded down the hall to the one room with a light still on. Taylor glanced up from the bedside table, where he had plugged her phone in, and gave a soft laugh.
“Don’t start,” Carolina said.
“I didn’t say anything,” Taylor replied. “Which side of the bed do you want?”
“It doesn’t matter. Outside, I guess.”
“Okay,” Taylor replied, flipping off the light just as Carolina lifted one leg onto the bed. She stumbled, and he chuckled softly as he turned the light on again. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” she said, as he turned off the light again and she watched his vague, dark figure walk toward the bed and climb around the other side of it. “I’m just really glad you said I could stay here. I feel so bad for being such a mess today.”
“You need to stop apologizing all the time,” Taylor said, his face coming into focus as he laid down next to her.
“I just hate when things don’t go according to my plans, and I just feel like I kinda accidentally—I dunno, I didn’t plan this.”
“It’s fine,” Taylor replied. “Get some sleep. You’ve gotta be exhausted.”
“I guess I am,” Carolina replied, rolling onto her side, facing away from him.
So they really were just going to sleep, Carolina thought to herself. That was fine. That was perfectly okay. It was more than she ever expected, and so Carolina knew she had no right to be disappointed by it.
“Do you mind cuddling?” Taylor said, his voice soft and low. Carolina couldn’t help thinking that he sounded like one of his songs, and she was glad the light was off, so that he couldn’t see how much it turned her on.
“No,” she replied, tensing as he scooted closer to her, his arm wrapping around her waist and his hand coming to rest on her stomach. For a brief moment, she wanted to tell him to move, that he couldn’t touch that part of her, where she was softer and chubbier than she wanted to be. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. It was fine. Taylor could touch her wherever she wanted, and she realized that she really didn’t care what he thought of her body.
She wondered again if this was all they were going to do–just lay there together and cuddle. She should be happy with just that much, she knew. But she wasn’t. She wanted more. Maybe she hadn’t flirted enough or made it obvious enough that she was interested. Maybe he needed encouragement or permission before he would do more. She inched backward, rubbing her leg against his and trying to settle herself into a more suggestive position. Then she felt it—maybe. Between her pajamas and his boxers, she couldn’t be certain, but… yes. There it was. When she moved her hips ever so slightly, she was certain she felt him pressing up against her, a sure sign that he wanted her, too.
Taylor Fucking Hanson wanted her.
Then again, there was a woman in his bed, rubbing her ass against his dick. What kind of guy wouldn’t have a reaction to that?
It didn’t matter. He was reacting. He was hard.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and the moment was broken. She reached for it, and saw that it was a text from Laura. She opened the message and typed a quick reply.
“It’s Laura,” she told Taylor as she put her phone back on the nightstand and turned to face him. She attempted to maneuver her leg between his but ended up throwing it over both of his entirely. That worked, she supposed. If he didn’t take that hint, he was hopeless.
“What did she want?” He asked softly.
“She has instructed me to be at the hotel in time to have breakfast with her, and to please not get into an accident or get murdered or anything before then.” Carolina carefully didn’t mention whether she had or hadn’t told Laura she was with Taylor.
“I think you can manage that,” Taylor replied. His hand was suddenly on her thigh, and she couldn’t remember when that had happened. It began to inch further and further up until it reached the edge of her shorts. “Did you ever play ‘nervous’ in middle school?”
“Not in middle school,” Carolina said.
“Earlier than that?” Taylor asked. Carolina’s eyes had just begun to adjust to the darkness, and she could see the mischievous look in his yes.
“No,” she replied incredulously. “I told you I was a good kid.”
He didn’t reply to that, and Carolina didn’t know what else to say. It was time, she decided. He was going to wait for her to make the first move, to remove any and all doubt that she wanted this too. She placed a hand on his cheek, and leaned in, gently pressing her lips to his. They were softer than she expected, and he kissed her back easily and eagerly. She was the first to pull away, in shock that she really had found the nerve to do it.
“I’m sorry,” she said, burying her face in the pillow in a way that she hoped was adorable and coy. “It’s been a really long time for me.”
Taylor didn’t say anything, and Carolina risked looking at him again. This time, they moved in together, their lips meeting with more force this time. Carolina couldn’t resist the urge to run her tongue along his bottom lip, then slip it inside his mouth. She was surprised to find that he didn’t taste like cigarettes. When she came up for air, he placed quick, desperate kisses against the side of her neck.
Taylor’s hand had never left her thigh, and she gasped when it slipped inside the leg of her shorts and nudged her panties to the side. She was already so wet, probably embarrassingly so, and his finger slipped inside her easily. She buried her head in the crook of his neck as he expertly moved his fingers in and out of her.
When he stopped, she let out a pathetic whine, but she couldn’t be upset for long. His hands went to her shirt, yanking it over her head. She grabbed the hem of his, tugging it upward until he took the hint. That was better, she decided; she didn’t feel so self-conscious if he was just as naked.
One hand nudged the cup of her bra down, and his lips followed after it, latching onto her nipple with an eagerness that turned her on even more. Just when she began to see stars, he moved to the other breast, his hair tickling in between them. She let out a giggle in spite of herself, and the look in his eyes when he paused to stare up at her made her feel like she might actually be blushing all the way down to her toes.
“Sorry,” Carolina said, running her fingers through his hair, “that just tickled a little.”
Taylor didn’t respond to that. Instead, he nudged Carolina onto her back, his hand pushing her shorts down until she took the hint and wiggled out of them. He crawled down her body, pulling her panties down once he reached his destination. Carolina kicked them off, then spread her legs slightly to let Taylor settle in between them. He slipped a finger into her again, his tongue darting out to lick her clit. She gasped, her hand instinctively coming to rest in his hair as he found a perfect rhythm. After a moment, he slid his finger out and rested his hands on her thighs, his tongue sliding in and out of her in a wonderful simulation of what she really wanted him to do.
“Please… Taylor,” Carolina gasped out, hating how pathetic she sounded. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Taylor didn’t respond with words. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, his hot breath against her skin making Carolina’s legs tremble as her orgasm grew closer and closer. She tightened her grip on his hair as she came undone, whispering a plea for him to fuck her already.
He chuckled, but Carolina was too far gone to care how desperate she must look and sound. Nearly three years was, apparently, long enough to forget just how enjoyable sex with another human being could be. In any case, Taylor seemed nearly as desperate as her, judging by the way he hurriedly wiggled out of his boxers and climbed on top of her. With one hand, he positioned himself and thrust into her, and Carolina bit back a groan at the feeling of it. Taylor wasn’t exactly small, and it had been years, after all. A part of her couldn’t believe that he hadn’t put on a condom, but she didn’t know how to say anything about that.
Instead, she managed to grasp his arms and say, “Be gentle. I told you it’s been a while.”
Taylor nodded, and began to thrust. In moments, his hips were crashing into hers and his head buried in her neck. He let out a chorus of oh fucks that Carolina wanted to hear for the rest of time. She thought she might get off solely on the knowledge that she could make Taylor feel that good, that she could make him moan in what sounded like actual surprise. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and gave herself permission to moan just as loudly as he did.
Just when she felt herself growing close to another orgasm, her moans turning to little more than whimpers and whines, Taylor pulled back. He strained to reach for something in a drawer of the nightstand and Carolina shamelessly stared at his long, thin body and his equally long dick. She glanced away as he rolled on the condom he had retrieved, and closed her eyes as he re-positioned himself and thrust into her again, quickly gaining even more speed than before.
His hand snaked between their bodies, a finger finding her clit and rubbing it, and that was it. She was done. She dug her fingernails into his back and squeezed her eyes shut as she orgasmed again, the feeling a mixture of incredible pleasure and disbelief all at once. It was about who it was making her feel that way, of course, but it was also the knowledge that he was coming, too, his moans reaching an obscene pitch that left her shaking beneath him.
All too soon, he pulled back, and Carolina again couldn’t resist staring as he walked out of the room, his round ass practically bouncing as he walked. He was gorgeous, and she couldn’t believe that he wanted to touch her of all people.
With shaky hands, she pulled her underwear and pajamas back on, and was settled underneath the covers by the time he walked back into the room, wearing a new pair of boxers of his own. He crawled across the bed again, and Carolina curled up against him, her arm around his thin waist.
“That was…” she breathed out, “not half bad.”
Taylor let out an abortive laugh. “Yeah, I would definitely describe that as… not half bad.”
“I didn’t really plan on that happening tonight,” Carolina said, then immediately felt dumb. Of course she didn’t, but it wasn’t the time to spell all of that out.
“Hey, things happen. The hormones take over or whatever. I mean, you don’t really always plan sex, right?”
Carolina’s mind spun. She wanted to say something about how, yes, actually women did. You didn’t go out to a club or on a date with no plans; your safety depending upon having already decided whether or not you intended to consent to someone that night—whether you knew yet who that someone might be or not. She didn’t say any of that, though. Instead, she replied, “Well, you remember San Francisco?”
“Yeah…” Taylor said. When Carolina only giggled and buried her head in the pillow, he asked, “What, you were planning to seduce me then?”
“I wasn’t going to put it that way, but—” She cut herself off. “I really need to learn how to shut my goddamn mouth around you. You’re dangerous. I just spill my guts to you.”
Taylor just chuckled. “What did Laura think of this plan? Did she know about it?”
“She just said we better not be sharing a bed,” Carolina replied, then groaned and shoved her face into the pillow again. “I’m going to get some sleep now before I say anything more incriminating.”
“Goodnight,” Taylor said, his tone still obviously amused.
“Goodnight,” Carolina replied, then rolled over on her side. Taylor fumbled around a bit to get more comfortable, his pillow landing on her face in the process. “So you are trying to kill me.”
“Maybe.” Taylor chuckled.
Having settled into position, Taylor wrapped his arm around her waist again, and this time, Carolina couldn’t resist the urge to put her hand over his.