Cigarettes & Sex

I woke up with a start. The world around me spun as if I had been knocked in the head with a rock. My mouth tasted like cigarette ash. That’s because there actually was ash in my mouth. What the fuck?
I got out from under the sheets, tongue still coated in ash, and tried to shake the dizziness away. I made my way to the bathroom where I washed the bitter taste with ice-cold water. I glanced at myself in the dirty mirror. I looked like shit - my right temple protruded out to the size of a ping pong ball and my face was a ghastly grey. Who the fuck did this to me? What had happened? I scratched my head for a while but the memories weren’t there. Beat, I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. That’s when the memories came flooding in…
The night before, I had met this gorgeous blonde at a cafe. I was there to finish a book; she was there reading one. We got to talking and almost instantly hit it off. She loved my work, and I loved her taste in writers - Bukowski, E.L James, Jeffrey Archer and me. We spoke until the barista kicked us out. I didn’t want to leave her company, so I invited her home for a drink.
“Would you like a beer or wine?” I said, as we entered my tiny studio.
“I consider myself a classy lady” she smiled.
“Oh perfect. I was just about to empty my fish tank anyways. Would you like it heated? ”
“Wine please” she laughed.
I got us a couple of glasses of Pinot Noir while she cozied up on the couch. I sat the glasses on the coffee table and turned to face her. I was almost immediately greeted by the warmest lips I have felt. As my heart throbbed, I pulled her closer to me, set one hand on her breasts and sent the other to unhook her bra - something I have constantly failed at. This time was no different, but unlike other girls, she laughed and seemed to enjoy my lack of suavity. She helped me undress her, and then began to strip my clothes away. Her body was magnificent. Not like what you see on TV - large breasts, a big ass, meat in all the “right” places. She had tiny breasts and a small amount of chub around her waste; she was natural.
I picked her up and we made way into the room. I threw her on the bed, before I went down to her warm pussy. She moaned loudly as I felt her fingers run through my hair, urging me to go on. When I finally entered her it felt like heaven in blanket. Each thrust sent a tingle to every nerve ending in my body. We were like a symbiotic being, feeding off each other’s passion and energy. I was thrusting faster now, and she was gripping my ass cheeks as if her life depended on it. And then, with one final lunge, we both came. Her nails tore into my skin, while my teeth grazed her neck. We both fell back on the bed, panting like triathletes.
“I’ve never felt so alive. You fucked me well, Charlie” she said.
“You fucked me better. I don’t think I can cum again for the next century.” I replied.
She laughed. “Well, you’re gonna have to call on your Olympic swimmers soon. I’m almost ready to go again.”
Fuck. This is where it ends I thought. There was no way I could perform again, even if all my fetishes were satisfied. I couldn’t disappoint her. There was no way I was going to be a buzz kill. So I did what I could to buy more time - I lit a cigarette. In hindsight that wasn’t really the best move. Cigarettes tend to spice up sex for a bunch of people and that’s exactly what it did.
“You know me so well Charlie. Cigarettes and sex. My two favorite things” she said, as she lit one for herself and leaned in for a kiss.
“Kate, baby, hold on a second. Let’s talk” I intervened. That seemed to work. She jolted up, her legs spread over my torso, looking at me with her grey eyes wide open. Her face had changed into something I had never seen before.
“Did you just call me Kate?” she said, appalled.
“Umm..no..I said Kel-“ Nope, that was definitely not it.
“Mar-“ No, not that one too. She got off me instantly, and started getting dressed. What was it for fucks sake? I knew it was in there somewhere, but my mind had gone blank. I was so lost in her that I had somehow missed catching her name. She had definitely said it, but I was probably imagining our babies at the time.
“Sam? Liz? Alice? Jerome?” I gave up, trying to savor whatever was left with a last ditch attempt at humor. It didn’t work. I fell back into the cushion and took a long drag from my cigarette. I felt like a piece of shit who fucked up yet again.
“What the fuck Charlie! You’re such an asshole!!”
“Come on baby, I’m sorry. We had a great time, right? And..and..I remember everything we spoke about - you want a tiny cottage by the beach, you want to own a flower shop one day and you love watching National Geographic. It’s just a name!”
“Oh, it’s just a name? It’s just a FUCKING NAME? FUCK OFF!” She grabbed the ashtray that rested atop the nightstand and hauled it at me. I don’t know if she intended to do it, but it knocked me square in the temple. My head was throbbing, I could see two of her now. I started to lose consciousness, and in the last few seconds I managed, “Saraaa…” Then the world went black.