I move closer and she licks her lips ever so subtly. “Good. Good.”
Our faces are inches apart and I decide I’m going for the gold. Fuck it all, mothafucka!
I move a hand up and brush her Fett-green streaked hair behind her ear.
“Oh shit!” A lady turns from the coffee counter and stumbles. One of the coffees on her drink tray wobbles and falls. It’s like slow motion as I lean in to kiss CC. That drink is going to blow this for me, and that lady is now on my shit-list next to George Lucas.
The cup hits the ground and explodes scalding-hot coffee everywhere. It burns like hell on my leg and I grit my teeth.
“Fuck, are you okay?” I look at CC.
She’s still leaning in, eyes closed, waiting for a kiss. I look down at her legs and there is hot liquid steaming on her thigh over the fishnet stockings. It has to be like fire on her skin. I glance back up and her jaw clenches tight and she chokes down a grimace.
She nods.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
She doesn’t open her eyes. “Thomas, fucking kiss me right now and stop acting like a pussy about some coffee.”
I may be in love.
The coffee-spilling lady—along with everyone else in the coffee shop—stare at us. Fuck it. I shrug and put my palms on each side of CC’s face and kiss the living shit out of her. Her lips are a spark that ignite every nerve in my body. Tingles radiate through my face and down into my stomach. Our tongues sweep back and forth across one another as if they’ve been doing it their entire lives—a perfectly choreographed dance.
“Mmm.” She purrs against my lips before I finally lean back and release her.
She stares at me.
I stare back.
We both finally make our way back to reality and look around at all the gawkers. I can’t do anything but grin my ass off. I kissed the fuck out of that girl. That’s how you fucking kiss right there, motherbitches!
“So—how was it?” I ask.
Everyone in the room smiles at us. CC pauses for a second, and then a wide grin forms around her face. Her eyes light up and she reaches out for the back of my neck and pulls me toward her. “I need to try it one more time, just to be objective about my opinion.”
She kisses me again.
···
“Did you hit it?”
I’m back at our place and Joel is the Cunnilingus Inquisition, apparently.
“I kissed her.” I grin sheepishly, still floating around in the clouds somewhere.
After all the making out, my worry about Joel has faded into oblivion. CC is totally into me. I know things.
“Well of course you kissed her. Kissing is a given.” He stares at me like I’m an alien life form—like people kiss each other just to breathe and it’s a normal survivalist interaction. “But did you slip a couple fingers in the hot spring? Tease the starfish with your pinky, like I told you?” He does this thing with his lips, where he poofs them out and tries to make them look like a puckered asshole. “Two in the honey, one in the money?”
I can’t stop laughing my ass off. “We are not good people for laughing at that.” I pause. “But naw, man. Just kissed her. Quite a few times, though.”
He shakes his head in derision. “I can’t believe she shot me down. She’s probably a closet Trekkie. It’d explain a lot.”
I jump up from the bed and grab my lightsaber off the wall. “My name is Inigo Montoya! You take that shit back!” I hold it out at Joel’s neck.
He grins his ass off. “Sorry, I take it back, Inigo.” He holds out his fist, waiting for me to bump it.
I tap his knuckles.
“I’m happy for you, man. It sounds like she’s a pretty cool chick.”
This is why we get along so well. He’s my best friend. Always has been. Always will be. He could give me shit about liking the girl he’d hit on. But he doesn’t.
I sit back down on the bed. “I mean, there’s no way she can be perfect. It’s just not possible. But right now, she’s about as close as it gets.”
“Well, enjoy that shit, bro. Those are the best times right there. Still figuring each other out but thinking you already know everything about one another. Acting like idiots.” He pauses. “I mean, you have that last one down already, but you get me.” He laughs.
My shoulders bounce up and down when I chuckle. “I mean, I’d get upset with you, but you’re kinda right.”
“As long as you’re self-aware, I think it’s okay.”
“So what are you doing tonight?”
“Going to see about a girl.”
“Nice one, Matt Damon. Are you going to send in your chief negotiator? Re-tain-errrr!” I make air quotes at the last word.
“Hah! No, but she’s gonna blow harder than you trying to load Tecmo Bowl in the Nintendo.”
I reach for my laptop from my bag and go plug in the Ethernet cable.
“Hey, did you get the new White Stripes album off Kazaa?” Joel straightens up.
“Yeah, buddy. You know I did.”
“Are you going to play it sometime soon?”
I look up and he has his hands on his hips.
“Hang on a sec. I’m looking to see if CC is on AOL.”
Joel stands there, shaking his head. “Whipped already. Such a shame. Checking your buddy list twenty-four-seven. Get the new D12 CD while you’re at it.”
She’s not online and I start to worry about how I’m ever going to get schoolwork done when all I think about is her. Every single thought—she owns them all.
“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”
I look up at him. “I for real think I might be in love already.”
Joel rests a hand on my shoulder and lets out a dramatic sigh. “Oy vey.” He shakes his head. “Oy vey.”
“Yep, I’m a goner.”
“Well, don’t drop the L bomb on her just yet, ya psycho. It’s a good way to get hauled off to abstinence jail. You’ll have to go to town on yourself Solo cup style.” He faux jerks off the air in front of his crotch.
It gets a laugh out of me. “Let’s not get hasty. I said might. There was a motherfucking might in there.”
“No worries, bro. I heard the might. You’re cool.”
“Thank you.”
“Hey, can you pick up a newspaper in the morning? I need to check it for something I’ve been wanting to read.”
What the hell? He doesn’t read the paper, ever. “Umm, okay, sure. What do you need to check?”
“The engagement section for your announcement.”
“What a fucking dick.”
He looks down at his lap and then back up at me with a smile. “Thank you.”
Chapter Four
IT’S BEEN A week since the kiss and there have been many additional kisses plus four boob-groping occasions as well. We’re supposed to be working on a new programming assignment. I had the genius idea of us studying together and Joel is off with some blonde chick he met earlier in the afternoon in front of the Tri Delt house.
CC shows up looking smokin’. She’s always gorgeous, even the morning I walked her to class when she had a cold, wore sweatpants, and no makeup. I’d wanted to take her straight back to her house—I tried even—and feed her chicken noodle soup and take care of her. She’d refused though and part of me admired her work ethic and determination.
Logical Tommy knows I’m just magnifying everything great about her and focusing on that. But still, I try to find things wrong with her, some flaw she has, and I come up empty every time. It’s like she was born the perfect match for me. The Leia to my Han.
We don’t even get the books open before she’s straddling me on the couch and my tongue is down her throat. The temperature in the room kicks up a few degrees and my cock is so hard grinding against her pajama pants that I’m about to pass out. I purposely thrust it against her clit through her pants trying to goad her into taking them off.
“God, I want you inside of me so bad right now,” she whispers.
I groan. “Fuck.”
“We have to take it slow though. I don’t want to rush things.”
Fuck that shit! “Okay, baby. Whatever you want.”
“Do you know how sexy it is that you’re willing to wait?”
“I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
“Use your fingers instead.” She smiles.
Jumping to my feet, I flip her over so that her stomach presses against the arm of the couch. She’s on all fours leaned over the sofa and she squeals. “Oh my God, Thomas!”
I bend down and keep my face next to her ear so that I can whisper while I do naughty shit to her with my fingers. “You told me I could use my fingers. Do you want me to get you off with them?”
She nods and moans. “God yes!”
I slide my hand through the waist band of her PJ pants. I find it sexy as fuck that she wears pajamas to come and see me. She has on a tight Super Mario Brothers shirt that’s a size too small and shows off some of her flat stomach.
My hand roves down the curve of her hip to her ass and she groans when I get to her pussy. I massage her lips over her panties. They’re swollen and warm. Her panties are soaked and wet heat radiates against my fingers.
“So fucking wet for me, baby.”
She nods again.
I work over the length of her slit and she pushes her ass back trying to get her pussy closer to my hand.
“I want you so fucking bad.”
I slip my hand through her panties and work down to her clit. She’s shaved bare and my cock is hard as all fuck, wanting a turn of his own.
“Jesus.” I circle her clit a few times and she trembles against my palm. With my other hand I pull her pants halfway down her thighs and move her panties right along with them.
“Can I look at it? I want to watch my fingers disappear inside you.”
“Fuck, okay.” She draws out the fuck on a moan.
I lean over and gaze at her pussy. It’s perfect, light pink and glistening with her juices.
I take my hand up to her mouth. “Lick it off.”
“Such a fucking dirty boy.” She sticks her tongue out and I place my fingers on it. She sucks them both clean.
“Not as dirty as you.”
She doesn’t disagree.
I spread her ass cheeks with both hands and stare at her pussy some more. I tease my fingers around it while keeping her spread. “I want to taste it too.”
She starts to protest when I lean down and lick her from clit to ass. If I get my mouth on her she won’t be able to resist letting me shove my cock into her. I know this.
She gasps. “Fucking, God, you’re such a fucker.”
I’m feeling pretty proud of myself when I feel her hand start working my cock. I groan. It’s loud.
“Two can play at that game.”
I glance up to a devilish smile on her face then down to her outstretched hand that’s stroking my dick.
She fists my cock through my sweat pants and I slide two fingers deep inside of her.
I start to work them in and out, watching them disappear. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She starts grinding her ass back and forth faster and faster on my fingers until she’s full-on fucking herself with them.
“Shit, woman! So fucking hot.”
“Mmhmm.”
She pulls me closer to her by hooking an arm around my leg and I don’t even realize it because I’m caught in a pussy trance. Craning her neck to the side, her mouth wraps around the head of my cock through my pants. I look down and she’s staring at me while she alternates between stroking and sucking. I’m about to blow a jizz bomb right in my boxer briefs.
The door handle rattles around the corner and before I know what’s happening CC shoves me away. I stumble backwards, nearly landing flat on my ass on the carpet.
“What the hell, woman?” I fly over and sit down next to her as she yanks her PJ pants and panties up over her ass. She flips around in a flash so that she’s sitting like normal on the couch next to me.
Joel walks around the corner. “Oh, hey guys.”
I’m karate kicking his face in my mind and CC’s cheeks are about a hundred different shades of pink.
Joel looks at me and then over at CC. His eyes widen, like he’s come to some epiphany. “Fuck, I’m not supposed to be here tonight.”
“No shit,” I mumble.
“I’m so sorry. I totally forgot.” He covers his eyes and walks toward his room like he didn’t see anything.
“Well, I think that’s my cue to head out.” CC stands up from the couch.
I grab her by the wrist and try to move her hand back to my still-hard dick. “No, not yet. Please!” It’s practically a beg. My man card should be revoked.
“I think we both know what will happen if I stay.”
“But, but—I need to finish.”
She leans down in my ear. “Just think about me, in my bed, using my fingers to finish what you just started. Only I’ll be pretending about this deep inside of me.” She palms my cock and slides her hand slowly up the length of me.
I groan. “You should call me so I can hear you while you do it.”
“Such a naughty boy.” She smiles a devilish smile.
“Such a tease!” I say it in a joking tone. I don’t want to rush her into anything.
“Thank you again for being patient with me.”
“Like I said, I’d wait forever if I had to, babe.”
She plants a kiss on me. “Thank you.”
Chapter Five
CC AND I have been inseparable the past month since our first kiss and my balls are bluer than Papa Smurf. She keeps saying she wants to take it slow and not rush into anything. Considering I told Joel I might be in love with her after the first date, it’s made me a bit uneasy. It’s only her words, though. Her actions tell me she feels the same way.
It got heated in the car the other night, to the point the head of my cock was about to push into her. As much as it pained me, I was actually the one who stopped it from happening. I don’t want her to regret her first time with me. It won’t be long before it happens anyway.
Tonight, in fact, is the night. It’s our one-month anniversary. Yes, we keep track of it. Yes, I would keep track of it regardless. I never forget numbers. I glance to the clock on my night stand and it’s 6:15 p.m.
She’s fifteen minutes late. Fucking A. Is she still not sure if she wants to go through with it?
I got rid of Joel for the evening just so we’d have the place to ourselves. I made sure to tell him he better not fuck it up. Over and over I told him, even as he reassured me it wouldn’t happen again.
“I will cut your infamous cock off in your sleep,” I’d told him.
He’d laughed, but I wasn’t joking. Not one goddamn bit.
I flip open my laptop just to make sure she’s not online. She hasn’t called or anything.
As I’m logging in, the handle on the door turns. I slam the lid on my laptop down and jump up to my feet.
“That better be you, woman!”
The door opens and I hear, “Or else what?”
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
My cock jolts from six to midnight. She’s hot as all fuck when she walks around the corner and stands in front of me. She’s dressed as Lara Croft from Tombraider. Like, the outfit is damn near perfect—a dark tank top hugging her gorgeous tits, large metallic belt buckle, short shorts, and holster with a toy gun.
I start toward her to get a better look and she practically runs in my direction. When we meet in the middle she grabs my hard cock through my shorts and leans up into my ear. “I want this dick in Alderaan places.”
I lean back and clutch her face with my palms. “Woman, you’re going to make me come before I get inside of you if you keep saying sexy shit like that.”
She reaches down my shorts and palms my stiffy. My eyes roll back at her warm hands hugging Tommy Junior tight. I can
feel her eyes on me as she strokes him up and down European style with her hand upside down.
“Jesus.” I open my eyes and kiss her with everything I’ve got. Her lips are perfect and taste like espresso as her tongue sweeps across mine.
“How do you want me?” she whispers.
“Naked,” I say against her lips.
She laughs, as do I.
She takes me by the hand and walks me back to my bedroom. My stomach ties itself in a knot. She backs me up to the bed, her hand never leaving my dick and my lips never leaving her mouth. CC has obviously planned this all out so I let her do her thing. The back of my legs hit the edge of the bed and it forces me to sit down.
She drops to her knees, her intense stare still pulling my feelings for her out of nowhere. Every tiny hair on the back of my neck is at full attention. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling as she takes my shorts down and positions the head of my dick at her mouth.
“Is this what you want?” She licks slowly around the tip of my cock and then sucks on my storm trooper helmet.
I groan as the breath from her words plays across my shaft, and I can feel her smile on my dick.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She starts bobbing on me slow and steady, taking me into her mouth. Her tongue is like velvet swirling around me and she sucks in her cheeks.
She leans back and releases my lightsaber. “I want him inside me.”
Done. Just fucking done. Climb aboard, CC, because I want that too!
“Put him in you then.” My words come out on a breathy exhale. “And hurry up too, before my balls explode like the aforementioned Alderaan.”
She laughs and climbs on top of me, straddling my stomach. Her thighs squeeze against my ribs.
I reach up and palm her tits over the tight, thin material on her shirt. When I roll her hard nipples between my thumb and index finger she purrs.
“Your Star Wars dirty talk is on point,” she says.
“You’re about to be on my point.” I smile.
“Nice.” She grinds her pussy over my exposed cock and I can feel her heat through her shorts.
“It’s more humid than the Dagobah System down there.”
“Okay, you win. Now fuck me, woman.” I grab her ass cheeks and squeeze, hard.
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