Together Apart: Change is Never Easy Read Online Free

fair.”  
    “I didn’t make you.”  
    “The bathroom stalls didn’t lock. Some fat guy came in while I had my pants down, a giant pool of jizz in those stiff, brown paper towels after having wiped it out, and the guy just looks at me frowning, like he disapproves of a decent guy getting cum out of his pants when some broad makes him lose his shit.”  
    “What an asshole.”  
    “Come over here. Come over here and let me take that off of you.”  
    “No way. Your pants are all sticky, as if you came in them at the fair.”  
    Zach reached out, took Sam by the waist, and pulled her into his stiff-fronted pants. The walk to the bathrooms was disgusting (he’d wished he was a briefs guy; cum kept plopping down his leg as he walked like Andy Dufresne taking his wall debris out to the yard in The Shawshank Redemption ), the walk to the car nasty and stiff, and the car ride to the hotel unbearable because by then Zach’s hard-on was back, and Sam had started being even less Sam-like, unzipping the top of her jeans to flash her panties and unbuttoning her shirt to “adjust” her bra. Now he was rock-hard again and wanted nothing more than to get between the legs of this little minx who had somehow replaced his Samantha.  
    “Gross,” she said, looking down and making a face.  
    “Let me put this gross thing in you. I want to put it in you.”  
    “Where’s my Michael Bolton? My rose petals?”  
    “You keep teasing me like this, we’ll only need rolls of paper towels. To clean you up afterward.”  
    “Hot.”  
    Zach shut her up by finding her lips, mashing them together, then reaching out and pawing her tits. They were perfect little gravity-defying beauties above a stomach that was so flat it was damn near concave. She put her hand on his bare chest, pushing him back.  
    “What?”  
    “Too fast,” she said.  
    “Too fast? From the girl who jerked me off on the pirate ride?”  
    “I want it softer. I want a memory.”  
    “Oh,” he whispered, realizing that was something he should have said. Or at least thought.  
    “You can rail me harder in the morning,” she said.  
    “Oh.” Fuck . Now that she’d said that, it was even harder to slow down.
    “Don’t get me wrong,” she said.  
    He was already stripped to his boxers and socks, and she’d already mocked him for leaving the socks on. His boxers, right now, looked like they were showing everyone where the far wall was, their front so stiff it looked like a dipped ice cream cone.  
    “I’m not getting you wrong.”  
    “I want it. I want to f … ”  
    “Don’t say it.”  
    “ … freshen up first,” Sam finished. She looked back at him. “What did you think I was going to say?”  
    “Nothing.”  
    “You thought I was going to say I wanted to fuck you, didn’t you?”  
    “For the love of God, Sam, if you want me to slow down, you’re going to have to stop saying things like … ”  
    “What kind of a girl do you think I am? Oh, and I’m not so sure I got all the cum off of my hand from when I gave you that handjob earlier.” She licked her fingers, one at a time.  
    “Should I get the rose petals, or just bend you over the sink and make it so you can’t walk for a week?”
    “That totally makes my vagina wet.” Sam was standing in front of him in only her panties. They were soiled like his boxers. Together they looked like an advertisement for adult diapers. For very horny adults unable to control their fluids.
    “Pussy.”  
    “ You’re the pussy,” she said.  
    “I meant … oh, hell.” His waist rod nodded, as if in agreement.  
    “Go wash your dick off,” Sam suggested.
    Zach plodded toward the bathroom. Good idea. Cold water, and all of that. He seriously wondered if he should close the door and rub one out, just to make it easier to slow things down. Now she wanted to be romantic. Now that she’d gotten him all hot and bothered. Zach could cum a hole in a wall right now.