Thought it was the end
Posted by DiF on Friday, July 5, 2013 Under: 4th of July
Title: Thought it was the end
Characters: Alyssa, David, Chris
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Word Count: 1438
Summary: Alyssa is alone in LA for the red, white, and blue holiday. Or is she?
Characters: Alyssa, David, Chris
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Word Count: 1438
Summary: Alyssa is alone in LA for the red, white, and blue holiday. Or is she?
July 4, 2000
Los Angeles, California
It had been a mistake, which she should have known. Had it been her first summer in Los Angeles, then she could have forgiven her naivete. Rather it was her second summer, the summer between sophomore and junior year of college, so Alyssa really did not know why she thought everything would be fine.
Everything was not fine.
Everything was not fine.
Jamie was in New York, working for some cancer doctor for the summer. Though she could have gone back to Seattle for the summer, she opted to remain in California, mostly because of an internship at a local design firm. As she sat alone in her apartment, listening to explosions outside, she suddenly wished she at least went home for the long weekend afforded her by the fact 4th of July landed on a Tuesday that year. The majority of her school friends were not in town, her boyfriend was on the other side of the country, her family up north in Seattle. She was utterly alone, no party invitations at all, not even by the people at the firm who asked her if she had plans for the holiday.
“Maybe I should get a cat,” she sighed, turning off the TV since she could not hear anything over the fireworks outside.
Part of her considered calling Chris, but she did not think he would take her call. There was incredible distance between them, not all related to physical distance. Just a few days prior, Susan birthed a beautiful baby girl, a baby that Alyssa tried to not blame for the gulf between her and Chris —afterall he had not consented to her creation. Besides, if he did accept her call, what good would it do? It would just be a few minutes where she was not dreadfully lonely.
Holidays sucked alone.
Deciding that being alone would just make her sadder, Alyssa got up and dressed. She was not entirely sure what to do, but figured if she went to the Axis of Justice offices, someone else would be there. Plus headquarters was not near residences so unlikely to have kids setting off fireworks all day and night.
“Maybe I should get a cat,” she sighed, turning off the TV since she could not hear anything over the fireworks outside.
Part of her considered calling Chris, but she did not think he would take her call. There was incredible distance between them, not all related to physical distance. Just a few days prior, Susan birthed a beautiful baby girl, a baby that Alyssa tried to not blame for the gulf between her and Chris —afterall he had not consented to her creation. Besides, if he did accept her call, what good would it do? It would just be a few minutes where she was not dreadfully lonely.
Holidays sucked alone.
Deciding that being alone would just make her sadder, Alyssa got up and dressed. She was not entirely sure what to do, but figured if she went to the Axis of Justice offices, someone else would be there. Plus headquarters was not near residences so unlikely to have kids setting off fireworks all day and night.
Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Alyssa reached for the doorknob just as a knock sounded. Confused, her brows knitted as she opened the door. She blinked a couple of times, unbelieving her sight.
“I… what are you doing here?” she muttered softly.
“You said you were alone this weekend. I couldn’t let that happen,” he stated, stepping forward.
A smile quickly lit her face, “Really?”
“Of course. We’re best friends, right?”
Grinning, Alyssa stumbled forward and embraced him, “I’m so, so glad to see you.”
“Me too,” he hugged her back, nudging her back into her apartment. “Were you going somewhere?”
“Just trying to distract myself from my loneliness,” she admitted.
“Where’s the boyfriend?” he dropped his duffle bag on the floor after closing the door.
Her hazel eyes dropped to his bag, “New York still. Doing whatever it is that he does when I’m not around.”
His fingers went to her chin, tilting her face back up, “And Chris?”
She frowned more, “Seattle with his wife and baby, I presume.”
He kissed her nose softly, “Well it doesn’t matter. I’m here now and we’re going to tear up this town.”
She smiled slightly, “Thanks, David. I really appreciate it.”
“I… what are you doing here?” she muttered softly.
“You said you were alone this weekend. I couldn’t let that happen,” he stated, stepping forward.
A smile quickly lit her face, “Really?”
“Of course. We’re best friends, right?”
Grinning, Alyssa stumbled forward and embraced him, “I’m so, so glad to see you.”
“Me too,” he hugged her back, nudging her back into her apartment. “Were you going somewhere?”
“Just trying to distract myself from my loneliness,” she admitted.
“Where’s the boyfriend?” he dropped his duffle bag on the floor after closing the door.
Her hazel eyes dropped to his bag, “New York still. Doing whatever it is that he does when I’m not around.”
His fingers went to her chin, tilting her face back up, “And Chris?”
She frowned more, “Seattle with his wife and baby, I presume.”
He kissed her nose softly, “Well it doesn’t matter. I’m here now and we’re going to tear up this town.”
She smiled slightly, “Thanks, David. I really appreciate it.”
Stumbling into the apartment, more than a little tipsy, Alyssa erupted into giggles. Without any guidance, the two friends ended up at a random party not far from her apartment. Even though she had not known anyone, her cleavage bought them passage into the house party, any ruffled feathers smoothed over by David sharing joints with the hosts. David managed to get them out of the house party just before Alyssa reached the level of intoxication that tended to lead to much wilder actions, including the removal of clothing.
“Daaaaavid,” she giggled, collapsing onto the couch.
He rolled his eyes and sat next to her, “What, silly girl?”
She moved closer to him, leaning in to kiss him. His hand quickly covered her mouth and he shook his head. She pouted against his palm.
“You don’t really want to do that,” he declared.
Her hand went to his crotch, massaging him erotically, “Yes. I do.”
He groaned, “No, you don’t. You love Jamie.”
Her eyes did not waver, “I haven’t had a dick inside me in months.”
His hand went to her wrist, gently lifting her hand from his lap, “Aly, you don’t want this. It’s the alcohol.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Sure you are. You—”
She pulled his hand away and quickly kissed him, “Drank bottled water all night. I was only pretending to be tipsy so we could leave before they got stupid with fireworks.”
He blinked, saying nothing. Her hand returned to his lap. His hand disappeared into her hear, pulling her into a deep kiss. Within moments, they were tearing at each other’s clothing, throwing it haphazardly around the living room.
After licking and fingering her with her positioned on the edge of the couch cushion, David half-stood, cock in hand. Rubbing his oozing tip against her wet entrance, his eyes went to hers, waiting for her to tell him to stop. Instead, she whimpered slightly, her hands going under her knees to pull her legs open more. With a groan, he pushed into her hot body.
Closing her eyes, Alyssa moaned, pressing her head back into the couch pillows. Her body undulated and squeezed his, all the cells in her body alight. A gasp passed her lips as his fingers pinched her erect nipples hard, causing her eyes to flutter open.
Alyssa instantly froze, confused. Expecting to see David looking down at her, she instead saw Chris. Her lips opened to question him, but all that she muttered was his name amongst moans as he continued thrusting and touching her perfectly. Her confusion was chased away by euphoria shooting through her body before he rolled, repositioning her on top. Happily, Alyssa rode him, reaching back to fondle his balls. Within moments, she reached orgasm again, her body’s pulse bringing him to completion as well.
Collapsing down onto him, her head on his shoulder, she muttered softly, “I have missed you more than words can explain.”
“I’ve missed you too, Lyssie,” he stated, brushing her long hair from her face before kissing her. “This is where I always belong.”
“Don’t ever leave,” she uttered, snuggling close to him, not caring they were naked in the middle of her living room. “Ever.”
“I promise, Lyssie. I will never leave you.”
A sudden ringing in her head obliterated all thoughts and senses. Rubbing her eyes, Alyssa sat up and looked for the source. It took her a couple of moments of looking around in the dark to realize the sound was her cell phone ringing on the pillow next to her — in her bedroom. Lying back down, she picked it up, puzzles as to why she was in her bed, not cuddling with Chris in the living room.
“Hello?” she grumbled.
“Lyssie?”
Her heart stopped, “Chris?”
“Hey, sweetie. How has your Fourth been?”
Her bleary eyes glanced at the clock near the bed, “Honestly?”
“Always.”
She paused for a moment, “Absolutely horrible.”
“Why?”
“I’m completely alone here in LA and… oh Chris, I’m so lonely. I haven’t… I didn’t even get out of bed today.”
He sighed, “Where is your boyfriend?”
“New York.”
“And his family didn’t invite you over? Or anyone from the firm?”
“No,” she responded softly, her bottom lip beginning to tremble.
“Lyssie… I’m going to be LA at the end of the week. I promise I will make up for today.”
She smiled slightly, “You already were.”
“I was?”
“I was having a lovely dream… and you were in it.”
“How did I make you feel?”
She smiled again, “Perfect, like you always do.”
Chris was silent for a long minute again, “Lyssie?”
“Yes?”
“I… I want you to know… nevermind.”
“No, Chris, please…”
“I will show you in a couple of days. I promise.”
“Okay. Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you sing or play your guitar for me? Just for a little while.”
“As long as you need me to, I will.”
Smiling, she turned on her side, curling around her cell phone. Though her odd sexual dream still teased the edge of her consciousness, Alyssa focused on Chris’s song. For the first time all week, she felt like she was not alone, that someone cared — no, loved her. Being loved was much greater than feeling independent, much, much greater.
“Daaaaavid,” she giggled, collapsing onto the couch.
He rolled his eyes and sat next to her, “What, silly girl?”
She moved closer to him, leaning in to kiss him. His hand quickly covered her mouth and he shook his head. She pouted against his palm.
“You don’t really want to do that,” he declared.
Her hand went to his crotch, massaging him erotically, “Yes. I do.”
He groaned, “No, you don’t. You love Jamie.”
Her eyes did not waver, “I haven’t had a dick inside me in months.”
His hand went to her wrist, gently lifting her hand from his lap, “Aly, you don’t want this. It’s the alcohol.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Sure you are. You—”
She pulled his hand away and quickly kissed him, “Drank bottled water all night. I was only pretending to be tipsy so we could leave before they got stupid with fireworks.”
He blinked, saying nothing. Her hand returned to his lap. His hand disappeared into her hear, pulling her into a deep kiss. Within moments, they were tearing at each other’s clothing, throwing it haphazardly around the living room.
After licking and fingering her with her positioned on the edge of the couch cushion, David half-stood, cock in hand. Rubbing his oozing tip against her wet entrance, his eyes went to hers, waiting for her to tell him to stop. Instead, she whimpered slightly, her hands going under her knees to pull her legs open more. With a groan, he pushed into her hot body.
Closing her eyes, Alyssa moaned, pressing her head back into the couch pillows. Her body undulated and squeezed his, all the cells in her body alight. A gasp passed her lips as his fingers pinched her erect nipples hard, causing her eyes to flutter open.
Alyssa instantly froze, confused. Expecting to see David looking down at her, she instead saw Chris. Her lips opened to question him, but all that she muttered was his name amongst moans as he continued thrusting and touching her perfectly. Her confusion was chased away by euphoria shooting through her body before he rolled, repositioning her on top. Happily, Alyssa rode him, reaching back to fondle his balls. Within moments, she reached orgasm again, her body’s pulse bringing him to completion as well.
Collapsing down onto him, her head on his shoulder, she muttered softly, “I have missed you more than words can explain.”
“I’ve missed you too, Lyssie,” he stated, brushing her long hair from her face before kissing her. “This is where I always belong.”
“Don’t ever leave,” she uttered, snuggling close to him, not caring they were naked in the middle of her living room. “Ever.”
“I promise, Lyssie. I will never leave you.”
A sudden ringing in her head obliterated all thoughts and senses. Rubbing her eyes, Alyssa sat up and looked for the source. It took her a couple of moments of looking around in the dark to realize the sound was her cell phone ringing on the pillow next to her — in her bedroom. Lying back down, she picked it up, puzzles as to why she was in her bed, not cuddling with Chris in the living room.
“Hello?” she grumbled.
“Lyssie?”
Her heart stopped, “Chris?”
“Hey, sweetie. How has your Fourth been?”
Her bleary eyes glanced at the clock near the bed, “Honestly?”
“Always.”
She paused for a moment, “Absolutely horrible.”
“Why?”
“I’m completely alone here in LA and… oh Chris, I’m so lonely. I haven’t… I didn’t even get out of bed today.”
He sighed, “Where is your boyfriend?”
“New York.”
“And his family didn’t invite you over? Or anyone from the firm?”
“No,” she responded softly, her bottom lip beginning to tremble.
“Lyssie… I’m going to be LA at the end of the week. I promise I will make up for today.”
She smiled slightly, “You already were.”
“I was?”
“I was having a lovely dream… and you were in it.”
“How did I make you feel?”
She smiled again, “Perfect, like you always do.”
Chris was silent for a long minute again, “Lyssie?”
“Yes?”
“I… I want you to know… nevermind.”
“No, Chris, please…”
“I will show you in a couple of days. I promise.”
“Okay. Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you sing or play your guitar for me? Just for a little while.”
“As long as you need me to, I will.”
Smiling, she turned on her side, curling around her cell phone. Though her odd sexual dream still teased the edge of her consciousness, Alyssa focused on Chris’s song. For the first time all week, she felt like she was not alone, that someone cared — no, loved her. Being loved was much greater than feeling independent, much, much greater.
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