He reached for my breasts and fondled them as I rode him. Soon, I was crashing through the gates of another orgasm, and I could feel his body responding. One hand had grabbed my ass and pulled me down hard, slamming our hips together as I bucked and shook. A grunt of effort rolled from his lips, and he cradled me as he picked me up and then laid me down flat. Climbing on me, smothering me with his body, he plunged into me, fucking me with an incredible intensity. My fingers dug into his skin as he moaned louder, and then louder still, then roared.
The sound filled the room, and all my senses were dominated by him. The weight of his body, the smell of his skin, the taste of his sweat, the sound of his roar, and the sight of his body, locked as he came deeply into me, brought me a climax that was stronger, deeper, and more explosive than I had ever felt. My body milked him as he shook, then rocked into me a few more times, emptying everything he had before collapsing in my arms.
If I could have, I would have liked to stay there in Darren’s arms the whole night. I wondered what it would be like to wake up with him in the morning and maybe go for another romp. But I didn’t have that option. I’d already stayed later than I intended to and had to slip out of the bed carefully to avoid waking him up. The sun wasn’t up yet, but I didn’t have long before I needed to get going. Not wanting to just disappear without any trace, I found a piece of paper and pen and left a note on the pillow. It wasn’t anything special, just thanking him for a fun night and wishing him a happy birthday again. I hoped I’d leave him with fond memories, and he wouldn’t be too upset when he realized I was gone.
My rideshare was waiting for me when I rushed out of the house, and I burst into the hotel room as Kira was finishing packing up the last of our toiletries.
“Cutting it close,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, kicking off my shoes and peeling off my clothes. I rushed toward the bathroom. “Just give me ten minutes to take a shower and get dressed.”
“Where were you tonight?” she asked.
“Just getting a last goodbye from the States,” I told her.
I didn’t want to get into details right then. She’d probably find out at some point. As her twin, there was never anything I really managed to keep from her for good. But for now, I just wanted to hang on to those moments for myself and concentrate on getting home. We still had to bring the last of our boxes to the shipping company and drop them off before going to the bus station. If we missed our bus and had to change it to a later one, it would be even more of a hassle to cross back into Canada when we finally got there. Even as citizens, getting over the border could be annoying.
It was hard to believe our time in South Carolina was already over. Kira and I had come down to stay for just a couple of months as a new experience, and I never thought I would get as attached to the place as I did. The time flew by, and now it was time to climb into the bus again for the incredibly long ride back home.
“Next time,” I muttered to her hours later as we were trying to get comfortable in our seats, “we’re taking the train.”
“I’ll send you on the train with our stuff. Next time, I’m flying,” she answered.
3
Darren – Three Years Later
“Happy Birthday, Darren!” the bartender shouted out as I walked into the bar.
People throughout the bar cheered and shouted out the same greeting. I waved, offering a slightly tense smile. I appreciated the sentiment but having such a fuss made over me wasn’t my favorite thing in the world. I would much rather have just been able to kind of slide in under the radar and celebrate with my friends and family instead of having all the attention immediately called to me as soon as I stepped inside. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. This was now the fourth birthday spent at the bar after my introduction to it on my twenty-first birthday three years ago. And every time I arrived for my celebration, the bartender or the owner made a huge announcement.
They knew it made me uncomfortable. In all honesty, I think that was part of why they did it. They liked giving me a hard time, just like my brothers. It was all in good fun, so I never got angry about it. I understood the desire to rib me a little bit. These were the people who knew both sides of me well and could see the stark contrast between them. When I was out on the track, I was nothing even close to reserved or hesitant. I raced with intensity and boldness. Even more now that I had a few years and a good number of wins behind me. After those wins, I was always up for a celebration. If I was partying down on the track or coming to the bar for a couple of rounds, I didn’t shy away from the glory of bringing home a title.