She followed him tentatively to the other side of the apartment. She stared at his muscular behind as they walked. This is a bad idea. A very bad idea. All of his furnishings were sleek and modern, totally opposite of what you would expect in such an old building. The bedspread and sheets were white with touches of gray and dark green mixed in around the room.
“You don’t have any clutter,” she said with amazement. “You’re a guy.”
He quickly placed a picture frame on its side and threw a pillow on the floor. “Is that better?”
“I feel right at home now.” She laughed and shook her head. “That bed does not sleep ten. Four if you’re lucky and only if they’ve all been cutting their carbs.”
“Just try it,” he said as he leapt onto the right side. He patted his hand on the left side. “Come on.”
She grumbled and sat on the edge before swiveling her shoulder and legs so her body looked like a stiff corpse.
“Wow, um … you look really relaxed. Is it hard to sleep with the stick you’ve got up your ass?”
She turned on her side to face him. “This is awkward! How am I supposed to be relaxed when I’m sleeping next to a hot guy?” She cringed when she heard the words coming out of her mouth.
“Hot? You just made my day.”
She grabbed the pillow from behind her head and placed it over her face in a mock self-smothering attempt.
“Look,” he said as he pried the pillow from her. “My hot hands can’t reach you unless I really strain. We can form a row of pillows between us, so my hotness doesn’t encroach on your fifty percent of the bed.”
“I’ve created a monster.”
He laughed and hit her with the pillow. “I’ll be heading to the Hamptons tomorrow, so you’re only stuck with me for one sleep. Seriously, what can I do to make you more comfortable? How about I just let some righteous farts rip so it feels like we’re buddies?”
“Crop dusting me with your inner rottage is supposed to make me comfortable? You know I’d lock the sheets around your head until you turn green from the toxic waste.”
“The fact that you can even say that to me is proof that you’re comfortable with me. It’s settled. You get the left side and I’m responsible for the pillow barricade.”
“Okay. It will have to do. I’m going to start unpacking until I get sleepy.”
“Let me know if you need any help.”
She slowly walked back to the boxes. As soon as she shut the door to her room, she silently celebrated with a spastic dance. I’m sharing his bed. Holy fuck! She took a few deep breaths and quickly started organizing her things. Luckily, the room came with a few built-in shelves and drawers, not that she owned much more than art supplies, books and some clothing. She worked quickly, taking the occasional short break for another celebratory dance. When she was down to the final boxes of clothing, Sandy poked his head in the door.
“How did you get it done so fast?”
“I’m on a mission. I only have my clothes left.”
“Let me help you.” He grabbed a handful of shirts and dresses on hangers from a box and began moving them to the closet. He meticulously paired colors together and then arranged them by length.
Amelia was mesmerized as she watched him. “See, you’re already an artist. Stand back and look at what you’ve done.”
He hesitated and stared for a moment. “I didn’t even realize I was doing that.”
“I could tell. It looks wonderful, though. Thanks for all you’ve done today. I really, really appreciate it.”
“My pleasure,” he said as he opened one of the empty drawers. “I’m actually happy to have you here. This place gets lonely sometimes.”
He bent down and grabbed a boot that was stuffed with socks. Before Amelia could stop him, he’d dumped the contents into the drawer. The soft sound of socks hitting the wood was soon followed by a thud and then a buzzzzzzzzz. She propelled herself as quickly as possible, sliding across the wood floor on her knees.
“It must be a mouse!” she yelled in vain.
He had already dug his hand around the drawer and was now proudly holding her purple vibrator like it was a valuable diamond. He raised his eyebrows as he stared at it and tried to contain his laughter. “I’ve heard of such mice. I believe the species is sorority-rodent-vibratus. The purple variety is the rarest of them all.”
She flattened herself face down on the floor. “Ugggh! Just kill me now.”
“Quick, get your easels out and let’s see who can paint a better likeness.”
She pulled herself up to her knees and snatched it out of his hands. “Battery-operated boyfriends are very convenient and reliable.”
“Noted.” He bent down to pick up another box, but couldn’t contain his laughter any longer. “I’ll let you finish.”
“Good idea.”
As soon as his footsteps were far enough away, she once again flattened herself against the cool floor. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Smooth, Amelia. Really smooth. She thought about just camping out in her room that night, but decided she would get the embarrassment over with. After all, every joke has a shelf life. She brushed her teeth and changed into a baggy T-shirt and the thickest pair of sweats she owned. When she shuffled back to his room, Sandy was propped against the headboard with a notebook in his lap. A battered running shoe was resting in the middle of the bed and he would alternate his focus between the shoe and his paper and pencil. He proudly held up the notebook.
“I’m trying to focus on the lines like you suggested. How am I doing?”
“That’s fantastic! That’s a very lifelike shoe you’ve drawn there.”
He smiled broadly as he stared at it. “I’m rather impressed myself.”
“You should be. Drawing takes a lot of patience.”
“Tell me about it. Check out my first attempt.” He flipped the page and showed her a drawing of … the purple vibrator. “I added a smiley face so people would know he’s a happy vibrator and really enjoys his work.”
“You smart ass!” She leapt on the bed and grabbed one of the pillows, smacking him until he begged for mercy.
“I knew I liked you right away,” he said between breaths. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard.”
“I liked you right away too,” she said. “You’re just so nice and…”
“Hot. Admit it. You thought I was H-O-T.”
“N-O-T. I just thought you were easy on the eyes.” She crossed her arms in protest. “We’re roommates, so let’s concentrate on being the best roomies we can be.” She threw up her hands and turned to him. “It’s just hard not to notice that you’re attractive. There. That’s the last time I’m saying it. Savor it and forget it.”
He sat quietly for a few moments before flipping another page in his notebook. “Can I show you something else?”
“Let me guess, my vibrator wearing a Mets jersey.”
“Good idea. I hadn’t thought of that,” he said while nervously jostling the notebook. “I just want you to see what else I’ve noticed.”
She grabbed it from his hands and stared down at the page. “Me?”
He nodded as he ran his finger along the page. “I like the way your lips curl up at the corners. I got it pretty close, but not perfect.” He pointed at another doodle that looked like a curvy woman. “I like the way your body flows.”
“You made my boobs way bigger than they actually are.”
“They were the most fun to draw, so I may have gotten a little carried away.”
She laughed and shook her head. “We might share the same brain. I think they’re fun to draw too.” When she glanced at him, he wasn’t laughing. He was biting his lip and seemed a little jittery. “You okay?”
He nodded silently and slowly shifted his body so he was facing her. “I have an idea.”
“I’m all ears, as long as it doesn’t involve vibrators with team logos.”
“I still think that’s a good product, but that’s not
my idea.” He took a deep breath. “We just met, but I feel like we’ve been friends for years.”
“I know exactly what you mean.”
“It’s hard to find friends like that and I don’t want to fuck it up.”
She nodded. “So, let’s not fuck it up.”
“But … I’m really, really attracted to you and I want to do stuff with you.”
“I want to do stuff with you too.”
“I mean dirty stuff. ‘Artistic’ stuff. Dirty, artistic stuff.”
She gulped and felt her breath getting heavier. All she could do was nod again.
“I want to make a pact. Whatever happens, we promise to stay friends. Come hell or vibrator … I mean high water.”
She laughed and held out her hand. “I like ‘hell or vibrator’ better. Let’s shake on it.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her close until she was pressed flat against him. “Can we test the pact now?”
“My sweatpants put you over the edge?”
“The thought of what’s under there put me over the edge,” he whispered as he held her tight and brought his lips toward hers.
Hiccup. “Shit.” Hiccup. “Try to scare me again”
“I want to try a different tactic.” He softly caressed her face while gently kissing her mouth. With each kiss, her hiccups slowly disappeared. As his lips continued exploring, his hands slowly made their way down the side of her body until they reached the waistband of her sweatpants. His thumbs tucked under the elastic, grazing the soft skin of her waist and sending a quiver through her body. She raised her hips in response, allowing him to easily tug the pants past her buttocks. She wiggled her legs until the fabric slid past her feet and onto the floor. His strong hands now had free access to her thighs, which he eagerly grabbed and stroked with his fingers. He pulled his mouth from hers only long enough to lift her T-shirt over her head, exposing her full breasts and pink nipples.
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto his lap, positioning her magnificent breasts directly above him. He brought his head towards her chest and used one hand to cup her left breast, pulling her nipple even closer to his waiting mouth. His nibbles grew harder and wetter as he flicked her flesh with his tongue. His touch varied between soft and sensual to rough and hungry as he tried to temper his excitement when he could. Her body tingled with anticipation, waiting for his next move and the pleasure it would bring.
He reached up and brought her mouth to his again, slowly tasting her tongue and playfully nibbling on her lips. He wrapped his arms around her back and flipped their bodies around until his torso was at her side and one of his muscular legs was pressed between hers. His curious fingers gently stroked the curve of her exposed hip, tugging on her panties until they tore slightly. He moved his hand further between the fabric and her skin, squeezing her buttocks rhythmically to match their breathing. His fingers gripped her flesh at the supple bend where the thigh and ass meet. As they continued pressing into her curves, his fingertips began to feel the heat increasing just inches away. He adjusted his hand and began exploring the warmth by gently rubbing over the panties now moist with excitement. Amelia moved her hips back and forth under his touch, releasing moans of delight.
“Isn’t this better than a battery-operated boyfriend?” he whispered in her ear.
She placed her hand over his and thrust her hips even harder. “Please shut up and fuck me,” she said breathlessly. Amelia tried to reach for the bulge growing through his pajama pants, but he gently brushed her hand away.
“Patience. I just want to explore you now.”
She closed her eyes as he pulled the crotch of the panties to the side and began stroking the surface of her sex. Sandy turned her face towards him and kissed her hard while his hand returned to the waiting wetness. He was generous with her clit, stroking and making circles until it was full and throbbing. His thumb took over as he eased one finger into her opening, causing her to arch her back in ecstasy and dig her nails into the pillows as she writhed against his hand. She grabbed at her erect nipples and pinched lightly. He swatted her hand away and greedily took one into his mouth. He gently bit her nipple as he slowly added a second finger into her wetness. Her brain didn’t know what area to focus on first as warm pleasure surged throughout her body. He increased the speed and depth of his fingers inside her.
“Do you like that? Say it’s better than your toy.”
“Yesss. Fuckkk!” Her whole body shook as he brought her to climax.
He smiled as he watched her continue to quiver with even the slightest move of his hand. She reflexively squeezed her knees together as he tried to pull away.
“Sorry.” She was still trying to catch her breath. “I didn’t mean to lose control so quickly.”
“Leave the control to me,” he said as he kissed her again and gently took her tongue in his mouth. He couldn’t stop his desire to taste her. He wanted to explore every inch of her and he was just getting started.
She pulled her mouth away and reached for his bulge again. “You’re turn.”
“Not yet. There’s no rush.”
“No rush?” she asked with a laugh. “We’re technically fucking on what would be the first date.”
“Oh shit, you’re right. Minor detail,” he said with a flip of his wrist.
“Friends, no matter what happens.”
He motioned for her to get on her hands and knees. He licked his lips as he ran his hands along the curve of her back. “No matter what happens,” he whispered. “But I promise what happens is going to feel really, really good.”
He pulled her hips until she was near the edge of the bed and stood on the floor behind her. He bent down and nibbled on her hips, working his way down the back of her thighs. Amelia turned to face him, but he gently stopped her from swiveling. “Face forward,” he ordered.
He slid his hands up her thighs and yanked on the panties until they tore completely off. Her wetness was exposed to his warm breath as he moved in closer to kiss one cheek and then the other. Her muscles tightened in anticipation as he teased her with more kisses and exhales of hot air. A quick flick of his tongue sent her wiggling and squirming as she arched her back and tilted her hips back in search of more. He sucked the innermost curve of her thigh, purposefully avoiding the sensitive pink begging to feel his hot tongue. Her body shook as he ran his fingers down her thighs and surprised her with a quick spank on the backside. She moaned and leaned forward on her arms, raising her ass even higher. He happily repeated, mesmerized by the movement of her flesh as a red handprint slowly formed on her creamy ass.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he quickly moved in and spread her pussy lips apart with his tongue. Her moaning increased as she leaned back against his face. He probed deeper to find the source of the sweetness, slipping his soft and silky tongue against her flesh. He mindlessly moaned as he lapped at her clit, savoring the way her folds hugged his tongue with every lick. She thrust back and forth, meeting his face each time with a wet smack. His grip grew stronger as his fingers dug firmly into her full rear. She managed to sneak a peek in time to watch him bury his face in her flesh with enthusiasm. His breathing was deep and loud as he brought her to climax again. Amelia released a moan from the depths of her belly as her toes curled and her legs shook uncontrollably. She slowly flipped around, trying to catch her breath as she leaned in to stroke his hair and kiss him.
Watching her lick her lips as she tasted her own sweetness, triggered a wildness he hadn’t felt before and felt little power to control. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. His roughness caught her off guard, but she willingly let him position her on all fours again. She looked back between her own thighs and gasped as he yanked down his pants and released his thick cock. Her eyes widened at the sight as she braced for what was coming. He grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed, drawing them closer together until her lips were open on his flesh. His hands controlled her every move as they dug into the round fle
sh before him and rocked her hips back and forth until her warmth surrounded the full length of his cock.
Amelia groaned and tried to raise her upper body, but he pressed her chest onto the bed and spanked her as if to keep her in line. He didn’t want to lose the perfect view of his cock moving in and out of her wetness. His shaft was long and strong, providing perfect pressure and friction against her clit. Loud groans bubbled out of her as he pounded away like he owned her. She tried to relax and exhale, but every muscle was on high alert from the sheer pleasure of his flesh driving into her. She lost all control as the thrusting grew harder and faster. Her moans and screams echoed throughout the apartment as she clenched against him and coated his cock with her cream. Sandy started to quiver as he made several final deep thrusts. His cock throbbed with force as he released his cum as deep as her canal allowed. He collapsed on top of her, peppering her back and shoulders with gentle kisses. He disengaged and rolled to the side, stroking her body gently with his free hand.
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