Chapter 3 Be Here Now

　
Sash lay in the bed staring at the wall, studying every part of it with intense scrutiny. The cracks in the beige wallpaper, the large metallic clock with ridiculously loud ticking, the painting which consisted of nothing more than psychedelic colours and looked more like a paint by numbers than a representation of whatever emotion the artist had thought it meant. She tried to move but the guys arm was heavy and he was in a deep sleep now. 'Why hadn't she left straight away?' she asked herself. It was such an easy process for her to follow. Flirt, Fuck, Fuck Off. To be fair this guy hadn't given her much of a chance. She was pretty sure he'd fallen unconcious as soon as the sperm hit her vagina and now she was trapped beneath a two ton arm that only gripped tighter whenever she moved like she was a fucking comfort blanket or something.

She attempted to move again, this time making as much noise as possible so as to hopefully wake him. This only resulted in him rolling his head over onto her long brown hair thus trapping her further. Now she was really in trouble. Milky would be picking her up from her house in about 15 minutes and she wasn't even sure how far away she was from the flat. She lay for a few more minutes before the radio alarm came on playing Avril Lavigne and she knew she couldn't stand the situation any longer. She spied her mobile on the floor. Her arms would no way be able to reach it with her hair and entire upper body trapped by the guy who she was now seriously regreting sleeping with. Most men were just happy that they had got to see her naked, so if she fucked off straight after the deed they still considered themselves to be up on the evening. Why did this prick think he had some right to spend time with her after he'd got his rocks off.

It hadnt even been that good. Sash generally made a rule only to have sex during the daytime. It made perfect sense. No-one was too drunk to perform, there were plenty of excuses to leave straight afterwards, and if it was shit you haven't wasted a night out. This guy however seemed to of wanted to talk about her job, life and stuff rather than just strip her off and fuck her like the rest of the human race. She knew he was up for it, as she had seen the bulge in his trousers and felt the pre-cum seep through onto her bare thigh when he kissed her. Once they'd started having sex however she had realised pretty quickly that this was going to be over rather quickly. In an effort to prolong him she moved on top so she could slow him down. She'd also refused to take her top off and he'd have to make do with kissing her tits through her satin bra and little black dress ( a little unsuitable for a Saturday morning she'd thought but fuck it). However this guy had clearly been in the sexual wilderness for a bit too long as no matter how much she tried to slow him down and cover herself up he was getting more and more excited and she could see the familiar expression of a very flustered polar bear trying to eat a jam doughnut that men make right before they release their population paste into you. 'Can I do it on your tits?' he'd asked her. 'No' she'd replied automatically before realising how deadpan her voice had sounded. Still if he didnt know sexual etiquette why should she pretend to be enjoying herself? No man who respected women would ask them to do anything like that before they were absolutley sure she was satisfied herself, and Sasha hadn't even begun to TRY and fake it yet. Still at least that meant it was almost over and she could go and see her friends. Then it actually had been over and she'd climbed of him before noticing that one of her earings had fallen onto the bed. She layed down to get it, he'd rolled over onto her asleep, and 25 minutes later she was still trapped under him trying to pick up a mobile phone with her feet without breaking a toenail.

She managed to flip the phone onto the bed. She sent two texts to the two people she knew with cars. Milky and Stokes. However she wasnt entirely sure where she was so she just asked Stokes his location and told Milky to call her. She then put her ringer as loud as possible and waited. She needed a wee now and considered pissing the bed just to teach the guy a lesson in manners. However she really liked this dress and it probably already had spaff on it which was bad enough, urine however was definately socially unacceptable. The phone rang loudly and her bedroom companion rolled over her more, grabbing her right tit and squeezing it tightly casuing her to yelp in pain. His cock was hard again and was now stabbing her painfully in the lower back. Sash sighed. She was in a worse position than before. She couldn't answer her mobile, her spine was being dry humped, and her breast was being ripped from her body by an overgrown baby. 'It's at times like this when i should probably think about settling down with a nice guy' she thought. Well, there was no way out now till the beast awoke and inevitably she would have to fuck him again (it would be rude not to.) This time she decided she would be fully naked and play with herself whilst doing it, just to hurry things along so she could get on with her day. She had plans after all and had only made room in her schedule for one sex session. The phone stopped ringing and Sash headbutted the bedside table so the radio fell off onto the wooden floor killing the insanely optimistic DJ. Sash felt the blood run down her face and wiped it on the beds pillow sheets and duvet. Teach you to try a steal my boob she thought and wished she was on her period. She closed her eyes and tried to get a bit of sleep before he woke up again. 'One to tell the GrandKids' she thought before laughing to herself about how stupid the idea of her with children let alone grandchildren seemed.