Cold Feet, Warm Heart
By: Bella Cooper
Tags: Short Story, Erotica, Romance, Relationships, Love

Erotic Romance / Public Sex / Instalove

A heartbroken woman shops for the ‘perfect mattress’ and gets more than she expected.

Christmas, and I am in New York, where I stupidly moved to be with a guy. It was a three week love affair with a bad boy. I didn’t know anyone. Not that I was doing much in Oklahoma, anyway. I was being bad, decisive, and slutty. All the things my boyfriend at the time said I lacked. I showed him. I thought. I fucked the first biker that came to the diner and rode away with him. It didn’t last. Obviously.

I was devastated, but I wasn’t going back, no way. How could I. How decisive would that be? So I managed to get a job at, you guessed it, a diner and rent the little teeny-tiny room the owner had above the place. At least I can get to work on time without any hassles. But the room was bare, so I was shopping for a mattress.

“Now this one, I have to say, is the best in your situation,” the salesman said. I wasn’t convinced. What did I need with memory foam that kept me cool and kept me from sweating? He left me alone to contemplate at the back of the shop as he fled to a more decisive customer that had just come in.

“It’s like shopping for condoms, right?” there was a guy looking at some tags. I had noticed him. He was cute, blue jeans and a sweater. He could have been a model.

“Pardon?” I asked. It seemed a little off color.

“You think you’re coming in here to buy one simple thing and you suddenly have to choose between thirty different items,” he said and smiled.

“Oh. Yeah.”

“I lost him when you came in. I’m not as sexy as you I guess. I think at this point he’s decided we aren’t making him anything,” he said and sat down on one of the mattresses.

“So, why are you shopping for a mattress? Any idea which one to pick?” I asked, hoping he would have some practical wisdom on how to choose.

“Well, going to have to find a new apartment. Which is easier said than done. I figured I would solve the bed issue first and have them deliver when I figured it out,” He leaned back and put his hand behind him. “You.”

“I moved here. I have a place, but I am on a blanket on the floor. It wasn’t exactly planned.”

“Never is,” he said, and I sat down with him. “Can you feel me when I wiggle.”

“What?” My thoughts imagined him wiggling in ways I don’t think he meant. I liked his smile, I liked the way he looked at me.

“The guy said you could not feel it wiggle, if like someone was getting in and out, to go to the bathroom,” he said considering the mattress. He’s got a girlfriend, I supposed.

“Yeah, I can feel it. I think it’s bullshit. Half of these mattresses are supposed to cure cancer if you lay on them right, if you believe the salesman,” I said and he laughed.

“That’s a good one,” he said.

“So, you need that? Not wiggling?”

“Me, no. Not right away, anyway. That’s why I am looking for a mattress. But I figured I would look to the future. You?”

“No. Just me. I can wiggle all I want.”

“I can see that,” He said. He was checking me out. I loved that. The guys back home didn’t do that. There were just a few of us and we competed for them. I just threw myself at my fling and I wasn’t far from that now. But I had never been hit on before, and I liked it.

“Don’t you want to lie down on the mattress? We can see if its comfortable for two. In the name of looking toward the future.” I said.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Are you a righty or lefty?”

“I’m right handed, why does that matter?”

He laughed. “No. I mean, do you sleep on the right or left?”

“Well, I don’t know? I didn’t really get much of a chance to sleep,” I said. “Oh god, that sounded bad. I mean to say I have never lived with anyone before so a bed was just, for fun? And that sounded even worse.”

“Never lived with anyone? Where are you from, Indiana?” he asked and settled on the right side. I guess that’s his spot. So I laid down on the left. I turned on my side to face him as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Oklahoma, actually. Are you from New York?”

“Pennsylvania, I came here for school. I’m done with that. I thought about moving back but, fuck that,” he said. He rolled toward me. He had the most gorgeous eyes. “You‘re’ a long way from home. You in school?”

“No. I’m a waitress,” I said.

“Oh. Makes sense. A lot of girls come here to get into acting,” he said.

“No. I am actually a waitress,” I giggled. “As if.”

“Why not, you’re beautiful? I can see you on TV.”

“Fuck, you really know the right things to say to a girl. Why are you single? You must have a pretty huge flaw,” I said before I could stop myself. He smiled.

“I sweat. Like a lot, a bit of a turnoff,” he said. “Mostly when I sleep, and I sit around the house all day. Apparently. Why do you sleep alone? What’s your flaw? Sexy as you are, it must be pretty big too.”

I sighed. “My feet are always cold, I wear socks to bed, I never take them off,” I said. “Drives guys nuts. But mostly I sleep alone because I haven’t found the right guy, I guess.”

“Wow. Major flaw I have you beat by a mile. I would take a chick with a sock fetish any day, that’s not even an issue,” he said, and I leaned in and kissed him. I don’t know why, his lips just needed me too.

He kissed me back, and his hand roamed a little. Feeling my tit through my baggy sweater, I loved it. The way he caressed my body like it was all precious. We stopped a moment and then looked to see where the sales guy was. Then he asked. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“No. Not really,” I said.

“Me neither. Fuck, you’re sexy,” he said.

“Then why did you ask?”

“To see if you were one of those crazy chicks. Like my ex,” he said, and I pulled him to me again and we kissed again. This time I let my hands roam. His cock was nice and hard, and I loved stroking it as we kissed.

“You don’t seem to sweat too much,” I said. He was looking a little hot and moist now.

“You don’t even know. I am like a waterfall when I, you know,” He said.

“Well then, we need to test the mattress for the so-called moisture guard. And see if it’s comfortable, for, you know. In the interest of looking to the future,” I said. He smiled and kissed my neck. His hand found my belt buckle and undid it, just as fast, his hand was down my stretchy leotards. His fingers dancing up and down my folds. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“I take it back, you are a little crazy,” he said as he fingered me and I stroked his cock. We kissed, and I unzipped his pants and reached in for my prize. A thick, hard length of dick. I loved fucking, one thing I am really good at, always have been. What else was there to do in Oklahoma? I got on my back and pulled him on top of me between my legs. We dry humped for a moment and as we did, I coaxed my tights down, My ankles were tied together but I was able to spread my knees and give him the access he needed to pull his cock all the way out and up inside me.

“Oh yeah, that’s the good stuff,” I said as I felt his cock slide all the way in. We were both grinning ear to ear. I needed this right now. My body relaxed under his weight and I just felt good, secure. I held him as we fucked. His cock and my pussy made soft wet noises. But we were in danger of getting caught. “Mmmm, fuck. We are going to get caught.”

“Just a few more minutes, I haven’t made up my mind about the mattress yet.”

“Minutes?”

“Normally I would take more time to decide, but, you know.”

We kissed and fucked with purpose. I wanted him to come inside me. “Just fuck me fast. I’ll catch up,” I told him and reached for my clit, he fucked me hard now. It only took a minute for me to rub one out with his cock working magic inside on my g-spot. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

His cock was hard as a rock and each stroke felt deeper and deeper. It kept my orgasm rolling even after I move my hand. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but the muffled moans were loud enough. I held him as he pumped his cock into my greedy cunt and finally; he came. “Ahhh, Ahhh, fuck,” he was loud, so I put my hand over his mouth as his cock twitched inside me, filling me with his come.

He collapsed. He was right; he was a sweaty mess. But I loved it. I loved the feeling of his cock as it softened inside me. I let go of his mouth and we kissed again. I kissed his whole face as his flaccid cock fell out of me.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and I had the urge to say things that I never just say. So I rerouted my brain to another L word.

“You want to live with me? We would only need one mattress, and my place had no room for a couch. So you will just have to lie around on the bed fucking me.”

“Yes, I would love that, I’m Henry by the way,” he said. It was rash, impulsive, and stupid. But it was decisive. I’m getting pretty good at that.