by Natal, Mia
I quickly took off my clothes and I inched my way up her body and slid my dick slowly inside her. I pulled out and rubbed the tip of my cock on her clit, making her moan, “Jesus, oh god!” I kept on teasing her with my cock, inching a little inside, then pulling out and rubbing the tip on her clit. When she couldn’t take the teasing anymore I plunged balls deep inside her. I grabbed the head board of my bed and pounded into her like there was no tomorrow, but just as I was getting into the rhythm of fucking her, she flipped me off her and climbed on top of me. She grinded down on my shaft. The combination of her hips pumping and her tight pussy just about sent me shooting deep inside her. I grabbed her ass and helped her move faster and harder on top of me until one last deep plunge upwards into her I came inside her. We both had difficulty catching our breaths. She was covered in a sheen of sweat making her body extremely sexy. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her lips, “Fuck, I love you.”
“Wow, that was…” she said.
“Incredible,” I said, finishing her sentence. She stretched her arms above her head and arched her back making me hard again.
She yawned and said, “I’m so sleepy.” All thoughts of thrusting deep inside her again was put on hold.
I kissed her forehead, pulled her closer and said, “Let’s get some sleep.” Her eyes fluttered closed and she quickly fell into a peaceful sleep. I wanted to follow her, but wanted to savor the moment and look at her. I don’t know how long I watched her sleep before I drifted off.
I woke up before her. I showered and changed before heading downstairs to start a pot of coffee. I went back to wake her up, but she was already up and showering. I went into the bathroom and ogled her naked ass as she washed. God, she’s beautiful.
“Good morning, beautiful. I have a pot of coffee brewing,” I said.
“Good morning, Wyatt,” she said. I watched her bathe for a few more minutes before heading out the door.
“I’ll get a cup ready for you,” I said.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll be down once I’m finished,” she said. I went downstairs and made us each a cup of coffee. I sat on the counter and waited patiently for her. When she finally came into the kitchen she was wearing a white buttoned down shirt, a beige pencil skirt and fuck-me-stiletto’s. I wanted to lift up her skirt, bend her over the counter and fuck that sweet pussy again. She walked towards me and positioned herself in between my legs. She placed her arms around my neck and kissed me. I could get used to kissing her every morning and apparently my dick agreed.
“I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you so bad,” I said.
“I would like for you to bend me over this counter and fuck me, but unfortunately I have to get to work,” she said.
“Damn, you sure know how to ruin a good morning fantasy,” I playfully said.
“I’m sure I can make it up to you somehow,” she said.
“Damn straight, you will make it up to me,” I said. She winked at me and reached for her cup of coffee. After we drank our coffees, we placed our cups in the sink. She grabbed her overnight bag. I grabbed her hand and keys. I opened my door and notice a note tapped to it.
Dear neighbor,
Last night I believe I could hear you and your girlfriend having sex.
Would you mind being louder next time?
It was hard for me to masturbate while holding a cup against the wall!
Sarcastically,
Your neighbor.
Rebel’s cheeks turned a nice shade of deep red before laughing. At first I was fucking livid that my damn neighbor was whacking off to Rebel’s moans of ecstasy, but then I thought fuck it. He could listen and fantasize all he wants. Rebel was mine and before long I was laughing with her. We walked to the subway together, but hopped on separate trains. She worked on the west side. I kissed her goodbye with promises of calling her.
I BARELY MADE it to work on time. Each time I tried to turn to head towards my train, Wyatt would pull me back for a "I want to take you home and fuck you" kiss. Not that I wouldn't have minded, but I really needed this job. I had no idea how I was going to function at work today when my mind was consumed with thoughts of him and the way he fucked me raw last night. I don’t think I was ever as vocal as I was last night. I was loud, so loud that his neighbor left a note. At first I was embarrassed, but then I found it highly amusing. When I made it to my desk, my boss, Linda was waiting for me.
“Good morning, Rebel,” she said.
“Good morning, Linda. I hope I’m not late,” I said.
“No, you’re right on time. I just wanted to give you a heads up. I have an old friend that moved into town and I’ve agreed to showcase some of his work,” she said.
“Would I know the name of the artist?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. He’s not that well known. Have you ever heard of the name of Oswald Stone?” she asked.
“No, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him,” I replied.
“I didn’t think so. I need you to show him around and explain the type of events we do for our artists,” she said.
“Sure, I can do that,” I said. She knows I love talking about art and know every story about every single piece of art we have showcasing at the moment. A tall guy came strolling towards us. He was broad shouldered with shoulder length brown hair and the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. He was gorgeous. He walked up to Linda and picked her up in a great big bear hug.
“God, it’s good to see you, Linda,” he said. His voice was deep and oh so sexy.
“Oz, it’s good to see you. Did you just get in to town?” she asked.
“No, why?” he asked.
“You, my friend look tired. Didn’t you get enough sleep last night or are you suffering from jet lag?” she asked.
“I didn’t get enough sleep. My neighbor and his girlfriend kept me up late with all the moaning and groaning they did. The girl was a screamer,” he said. I think my heart dropped down to my feet. Maybe it was a coincidence, but I’m pretty sure this is Wyatt’s neighbor. Damn! I averted my eyes from looking at him as if he knew it was me, the screamer from next door.
“Oz, meet my assistant, Rebel. She will be showing you around the place today,” she said. He finally looked my way and licked his lips.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Rebel. I’ve heard a lot of nice things about you,” he said.
“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Stone,” I said.
“Please call me Oz. All my friends do. I’m sure you and I are going to be great friends,” he said.
“Alright, I’ll leave you two alone to get acquainted. Rebel is a good tour guide and an avid art aficionado,” Linda said. I grinned at my boss, and turned my attention to Mr. Stone.
“Right this way, Mr. Stonewall,” I said.
“Oz, please,” he said. I led him to the showroom and proceeded to tell him about the gallery.
“Linda’s Gallery of Artists, is an eclectic contemporary fine art gallery. Artists shown are local and national, emerging and world renowned. Paintings, watercolors, mixed media, prints, photographs, sculpture and jewelry are shown in theme-based shows which change every six weeks from September to June. Our specialties are narrative figuration and Asian inspired landscapes. What category of art do you fall under?” I asked.
“I’m more into photographs, but I recently discovered that I could love mixed media as well. I’m a visual artist,” he said.
“Well, then this is the place for you. The Gallery showcases the finest in contemporary painting, drawing, sculpture, printmaking, photography and handmade jewelry. During its first season, approximately seventy percent of the artists who have exhibited here live and work in the tri-state area,” I said.
“Are you perhaps an artist, Rebel?” he asked.
“I dabble a little bit in the arts,” I said.
“What area of art?” he asked.
“I have a wide range of art interest. It’s very eclectic. I can do paintings, watercolors, mix media, and sketches, just to name a
few,” I replied.
“Really? You strike me as a very, very vocal artist,” he whispered in my ear. My heart rate picked up and my palms were getting sweaty. Oh my fucking god. Of course, he’s the neighbor and he knows it was me, the screamer from apartment 18. If I could have any wish in the world, I would wish for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
"Let me guess, you're sarcastic guy in 17," I said.
He laughed before saying, "Yeah, I'm that guy."
"I'm so sorry for keeping you up. I'm embarrassed you heard that," I said.
"Please don't apologize. I really enjoyed hearing you in the throes of passion. I was quite jealous that I wasn't the one making you scream that way. I envisioned what you would look like. I have to say my fantasy didn't live up to the reality. You are breathtaking. You have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen and now that I've met you my jealousy is even greater. Your boyfriend is a lucky bastard," he said.
“Umm…thanks I think,” I said. He may be a hot guy, but he was an arrogant prick. I continued the tour and tried to keep our conversations gallery related. Unfortunately, Oz wanted to continue to discuss my amorous vocal cords and my eyes.
“Rebel, has anyone ever told you that your eyes are beautiful? The color is magnificent,” he said.
“Can you please refrain from discussing my eyes and sex life? It’s making me uncomfortable,” I said. This guy seriously had diarrhea of the mouth. My dislike of him grew to mammoth proportions. He didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. I’m sure he could tell I was uncomfortable with the conversation because I kept trying to change the topic.
“I’m sorry, Rebel. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I was only complementing a live work of art,” he said.
“In case you haven’t noticed I am not a live work of art. I am a human being, for god’s sake,” I snarled. He was seriously getting on my last nerve. I admit the guy was hot, but he had nothing on Wyatt. We came across one of my paintings. I didn’t want it showcased, but Linda loved the realism of it and had to have it. I had painted my mother. She was in the process of smoking crack. You could see the desire and desperation in her face. She was sitting in a tattered chair. She was completely alone. The room seemed black, damp and cold. The carpet in the room was trodden and the color was indistinguishable. There was a silver foil on her lap that glistened like a diamond. The walls were a dingy yellow, symbolizing the loss of hope. Her eyes were empty and hollow. Her clothes were worn and tattered. The smoke filtering up from her mouth accumulated in the ceiling. In the smoke you could see reflections of her past before her addiction.
Oz eyed the painting closely. He was silent as he took it in. He turned to me and said, “This is the best work of art I’ve seen in a long time. Who’s the artist?”
“It’s a local artist, unknown and undiscovered yet. RW, I believe is the painter’s initials,” I replied.
“Well, whoever the painter is he’s real good. The way he captured the realism of drowning in life due to the complexity of letting drugs take hold and drag you down into a pool of despair,” he said.
Oz was too close for comfort leaving me no choice but to take a step backwards. He lifted his hand and touched his fingers to my cheek, "So beautiful."
I admit the guy was gorgeous, but I wasn't attracted to him. I didn't feel the all-consuming pull I feel when I'm near Wyatt. He gives me strength. The minute I met him, he jumped started my life. He came into my life when I was in my darkest moment and gave me light and in his arms is where I want to be.
"Please don't touch me. It makes me uncomfortable and if we are going to be working closely together then you have to respect my boundaries," I said.
"I'm sorry, Rebel, but there's something about you. I really don't know what it is, but what I do know is I want to know more," he whispered.
"I'm sorry, but...," I didn't get to finish my sentence because Linda appeared at that moment.
"Rebel, your friend, Marissa is waiting for you at your desk," she said. I had completely forgotten Marissa and I were having a girl's lunch date.
"Thank you, Linda. I'll see you when I return from lunch,” I said. I turned and headed to my desk, where I found Marissa patiently waiting for me.
“Hey Reby, you ready for lunch?” she asked.
“I’m so ready to get out of here, you have no idea,” I replied. Marissa looked at me and shrugged her shoulders silently asking what was wrong. I nodded my head towards the door as an answer. I knew she would get the hint that I would tell her what had me wound up.
We hit the nearest fast food place a block away from my job. We both ordered burgers and fries.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Oh, no missy, first you need to tell me how you ended up with Ty. I thought you were seeing Joey,” I said.
“Alright, I will tell you, but then you need to spill, sista,” she said.
“Don’t I always tell you everything?” I asked.
“True,” she said.
“Get to it. I’m dying here,” I playfully said.
“Alright, . You remember the night we first went to the Lounge?” she asked. As if I could forget that night. That night is imbedded in my head because that was the night I slept with Wyatt.
“Yes, I remember,” I replied.
“Well, after you left, Joey said he had to use the restroom. I sat at a booth waiting for him, but after twenty minutes he never returned. I went looking for him, but I couldn’t find him. At this point I had to use the bathroom myself. I went into the bathroom and one of the stalls was occupied by a couple and you could tell the girl was giving head. I ignored them because you know “to each his own,” and all that jazz. I was finishing up my business when I heard the guy moan and say “Fuck that feels good.” I knew that voice. I climbed the toilet and peered over and low and behold it was Joey getting head from a blonde bimbo. He had his head down tucked into his chest, so I grabbed his hair and bashed it against the stall’s wall,” she said. Marissa had a knack for telling stories. She would get into character and mimic feelings. We both giggled when two guys at a table across from us groaned and looked at us as if we were part of the menu.
“Oh my god, you didn’t,” I said, after my fit of giggles died down.
“Oh hell yes I did. The cheating bastard didn’t have the decency to be remorseful. He laughed and I walked away and that was it. It was over and to be honest I didn’t even feel broken hearted. I wasn’t even that into him,” she said.
“Shit, I’m sorry, but how did you end up with Ty?” I asked.
“The next morning I got a call from Wyatt. He nearly gave me a heart-attack. I thought his reason for calling me was because I got some communicable disease from a needle. Turns out he wanted your number,” she said.
“He called you, looking for me?” I asked incredulously.
“He did. I wanted to tell you, but you disappeared from the face of the earth. I was so worried,” she said.
“I’m sorry, but a lot of shit went down at home and I had to leave for a while. I had to sort my shit out,” I said.
“Anyway, right after I spoke to Wyatt I was feeling antsy, so I headed to the tattoo shop. Ty was there. One thing led to another and I ended up hooking up with him and the rest is history,” she said.
“Why you little, dirty ho’ bag,” I playfully said.
She giggled and blurted out, “Ty has a Prince Albert.” At first I was speechless then I laughed.
“Omg, is it pleasurable?” I asked.
“You have no idea how freaking good it feels. I’ve never come so much or so hard before Ty and his prince,” she said.
“Wow,” I said as if Marissa discovered the cure for cancer. I mean Wyatt doesn’t have a Prince Albert and sex with him is fuck-fabulous.
“So, you and Wyatt? How did that happen? I mean after his phone call I figured you ran out on him like you always do when you have a one night hook-up. I mean you never get involved nor do you ever date anyone. What has
changed?” she asked.
“I first saw him on the train and I thought he was sorta-kinda cute. I’m not sure if he saw me. It wasn’t until that night you went to the tattoo shop that our paths crossed again,” I sighed.
“Holy shit, you’re in love with the guy,” she said with wonder in her voice.
“I can’t explain it, but there is just something about him. His smile. His eyes. His voice. The way he makes me laugh. The way he makes me feel all warm and tingly. It’s just him and he does it for me,” I said.
“Does he have any piercings?” she moaned. I swear if I didn’t know Marissa was a girl I would have pegged her for a guy. She loves to talk about sex. The dirty low down kind of sex. The kinkier the better.
“Omg, I can’t believe you just asked me that,” I said.
“Hey, I told you about Ty’s and fair is fair. So spill it,” she said.
“Alright, he has his tongue and nipples pierced,” I said.
“Damn girl, I bet you get real pleasure when he goes down on you,” she playfully said sending us into a fit of giggles again. Once our laughter died down she looked at me and said, “He’s really the one, huh? He gives you butterflies doesn’t he?” she asked with a goofy grin.
“Fuck butterflies, I feel the whole zoo when he’s around. I feel incredibly good when I’m around him. I can’t explain it, but he’s good to me. Every minute away from him gets me anxious to return to him,” I replied. Talking and thinking about Wyatt got me tingling all over. On impulse I took out my phone from my purse and sent a quick text to Wyatt.
