“I hear you. We can work this out. I’m nothing if not flexible.”
“I’ll say.” I snort laughed at my awesome joke.
“How about this… We’ll make a few basic rules now, leaving it open to add as we see fit.”
I sat back down. “That sounds doable.”
“In no particular order… one, this is simply about having great sex. Nothing more.”
“Mind-blowing incredible sex.”
“Agreed. See, setting rules isn’t so bad,” she said.
“It’s only the first one.”
“We’re not dating, so there’s no obligation to go out.”
“Good. That’s a money saver.”
“No jealousy if we find ourselves interested in another person.” She took a sip of beer.
“Are you talking about a threesome?”
“Complete honesty is required at all times,” she continued.
“I take that as a no on the threesome. What about our friends?”
“I say we keep this between you and me. No need to involve them.”
“Yeah, secret sex, undercover, in the shadows, on the DL… that’s hot.”
“One article did say FBs shouldn’t socialize a lot, but there’s not much we can do about that since you’re living here and we do hang out.”
“That’s weird. I thought the whole point of Facebook was to collect as many friends that you don’t know as possible.”
“Fuck buddies,” she blurted out matter-of-factly.
“Oh. Funny, I’ve had fucks and I have had buddies, but never thought to merge them. It’s like my two worlds are coming together in a beautiful and magical union.”
“Mmm… Hmm.”
“Should we strip naked and seal the deal?”
“A handshake will suffice,” she said.
“And by handshake, do you mean my dick in your hand?”
“No, you imbecilic jackass. Just because we’ve come to an agreement, doesn’t give your hormones scheda bianca.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“Carte blanche.”
“Still nothing.”
“Eat your stuffed grape leaves,” she said.
We sat in comfortable silence eating for several minutes.
Picking up the bottle of beer, I took a swig, then said, “You wanna go do it?”
“You don’t know anything about women.”
“I know plenty, thank you. Like what? What are you talking about?”
“Even with our arrangement, there needs to be some buildup. A little foreplay.”
“I planned on foreplay, five play, all the plays,” I told her.
“Okay…”
I bolted from my seat, causing the chair to crash backward to the floor. I zoomed out of the kitchen and sprinted up the stairs, stripping my shirt off on the way. When I got to Sophie’s room, I kicked off my shoes, and easily slipped out of my dress pants. I threw back the comforter and dove into bed wearing only my boxers and socks.
Shit, my socks!
Quickly pulling them off, I balled them up and hurled them as far across the room as possible. I laid back against the cushioned gray headboard, man-spreading seductively in the middle of the mattress. I slung both arms casually over my head. They tired quickly so I struck another pose using only one arm overhead. But then I caught my reflection in the large mirror that hung over the dresser. It looked as if I was doing some sort of Spanish dance and at any minute would shout, “ole!” As I pondered, it occurred to me that I needed to conserve my upper body strength for more strenuous and pleasurable activities. So in the end I went with an across the chest flex.
As I lay flexing intermittently, I wondered what was taking Sophie so long to get up here. Maybe she was putting away the food we barely touched. I was amazed at the turn of events this day had taken. Not more than a half hour ago I thought I was walking into a lion’s den. I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams I was actually walking into a den of sexual delights.
Glancing down at my watch, I realized at least ten minutes had passed and still no Sophie. What game was the little minx playing now? My gaze floated around the room. Like the rest of the house, everything was neat and tidy. I landed on a small table in the corner speckled with a series of framed photos of Sophie through the years with Bryson, her grandparents, and who I assume to be her father. Not a single one with her mom, though.
I checked the time again. Five more minutes had ticked by. Then it hit me. I had been in such a hurry, the only word I heard was, okay. Fuck! Did she mean, “Okay, let’s do this” or “Okay, slow down. It isn’t happening tonight.”? The faint sound of a door clicking closed got my attention. Sophie wouldn’t leave, knowing I was up here waiting and wanting… would she?
IT TOOK ME a few seconds to process the speed at which Doug flew out the room and up the stairs. His exuberance and eagerness was exhilarating. I never felt so desired. It gave me a sense of power. I floated airily around the kitchen as I put away the barely touched food. Knowing Doug was somewhere upstairs waiting for me had my hoo-ha humming and heating up. Before heading upstairs, I doubled checked that the front door was locked, knowing we were in for the rest of the night.
Anticipation swelled with each step I took. The air crackled with electricity. My hard nipples strained against my blouse, begging to be freed. When I reached the second floor, a loud drawn out growl came from my room. Picking up the pace, I headed toward the sound of frustration. I almost collided with Doug rushing out of my room. He was clad in only a pair of black boxers with a pile of cartoon nuts and the words, Warning: May Contain Nuts, stitched in gray over one leg.
“Where are you going?” I said.
“Where have you been?” he rebutted.
“I had to clean up and lock up.”
His body visibly relaxed. “You weren’t playing a round of mind games?”
I was a little surprised and hurt that he thought I would do such a thing.
“No.”
His expression was suspicious while his gaze roamed up and down my body. I held eye contact as I unbuttoned my shirt. I let it fall open revealing my crisp white lace bra. Doug stood there in silence. Reaching behind me, I unzipped my skirt, pushing it to the floor, and stepped out of it. Doug swallowed hard, his bulging Adam’s apple sliding slowly down his neck.
As I moved closer, his chest and shoulders heaved heavily. His warm breath drifted over me, causing an explosion of goosebumps from my head to my toes. Placing my hands around his neck, I pulled him closer, bringing his lips to my mouth.
With my lips against his, I whispered, “I would never fuck with your head, only your body.”
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered.
I did as I was told. Authoritative Doug was new and very hot.
“Give me another command,” I said, my breaths coming out in short fast spurts.
“Um… get on your knees? Wait! I take that back. Let’s see.” He looked to the ceiling as he pondered options.
“Doug, I’m cooling off.”
“Okay, okay. You threw me with the whole command thing. I got something now.” His body went rigid, taking on a masterful vibe. “Go to the bathroom.”
My face contorted in disgust. “Ew. I don’t think so.”
“Don’t disobey me, woman.”
“Listen, I enjoy a little kink as much as the next girl, but I’m calling ixnay on the bodily function.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m not going to… you know,” I said.
The light of recognition flickered in his bright green eyes. “Gross, I don’t want you to… Why would you even think that? Jesus, Soph!”
I got right up in his face. “You said, go to the bathroom!”
“I meant go in the bathroom!”
“How was I supposed to know that?! I’m not a mind reader, Doug!”
“I thought you knew me a little better than that! To even entertain the idea…”
I stepped away from him
and bent down to get my clothes. “Things have taken quite a turn in the wrong direction.”
Doug took me by the elbow. “No, no, no. We can get back on track.” He once again assumed a masterful stance. “Go wait for me in the bathroom. I’ll be in shortly to fuck you in the shower.”
The heat, the goosebumps, and the intense humming hoo-ha returned immediately.
“Yes, sir.”
I left Doug standing in the doorway looking pretty impressed with himself from what I could tell. I did as instructed, standing in the middle of my bathroom still wearing my white lace bra, matching panties, and black patent leather heels. Turning toward the mirror, I ran my fingers through my hair. Gathering it together, I swept it up on top of my head, letting a few wispy strands fall. While trying to decide which way to wear it, Doug came up behind me. Snaking his hands around my waist, he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“Keep it down,” he muttered against my hot skin.
I listened, letting my hair fall freely. Doug worked his way from my neck to my shoulder, alternating between soft nibbles and sharp, but gentle bites. My head fell back as the rest of my body melted into his. Feeling how much he wanted me sent shivers up and down my spine. My eyes fluttered shut as his hand slipped inside my panties.
“Are you okay with this?” he breathed in my ear.
“More than okay.” I wiggled my ass against his hard dick.
I felt his lips spread into a smile. “I meant doing it in here. I remember you having an issue before on the choice of rooms.”
His fingers slid further between my legs.
“O-o-oh, Doug.” I blew out a ragged breath. “Just with public facilities. My bathroom is spotless.”
“Brace yourself because things are about to get filthy,” he said, plunging a finger inside of me.
My knees wobbled, causing my body to collapse. Doug tightened his arm around my waist, gluing me to his chest while his divine digit pumped in and out of me. I was on the precipice of igniting when everything stopped. The magical finger disappeared and the strong arm fell away.
My eyes flew open. “What the fuck happened?”
Gazing at me in the mirror, he said, “Go turn on the shower.”
I composed myself as much as possible before completing the task. I pulled back the curtain. As I bent over to turn the water on, I made sure to poke my ass out a little more for Doug’s pleasure. It must have been too much for him because before I knew what was happening, he rushed me.
Cupping the sides of my face, Doug devoured my mouth unapologetically. The room quickly filled with steam. He pulled away and frantically unhooked my bra. I jerked the straps down my arms and threw it to the side. Both of us quickly got rid of our drawers. Doug stood before me completely naked. The unbridled lust in his eyes almost made me orgasm right then and there.
Grabbing my ass, Doug lifted me. My high heels fell off as I wrapped my legs around him.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous, Soph.”
“You too.”
Doug held me tight as he stepped into the shower. The hot water pelted my back like little shards of broken glass. The pain along with the pleasure of being pressed against Doug’s firm body was exquisite. Tilting my head back, I let the water soak my hair. Doug’s lips connected with my skin, grazing across my collarbone as the tip of him teased me between my legs.
He shifted, widening his stance in order to steady us. I wiggled, desperately trying to make contact with his dick, but he was milking the moment for as long as he could hold out. Wanting a sturdier hold, Doug hoisted me up, and the top of my head bumped the shower head.
“Ow!”
“Did I hurt you?” The concern in his voice was touching.
“My head hit the thingy when you lifted me.”
“Shit, sorry. I’ll move back a little.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
But when he shifted it put me in direct line with the water stream. Large drops bombarded me in the face.
“I-I fe-el like I’m being waterboarded,” I sputtered.
“Fuck. Hang on, I can fix this.”
Doug turned so that my back was against the longer tile wall. Water bounced off the top of his head and down his face. Needing a break from the deluge, he turned his head and spit out the excess water.
“Now you’re spitting water in my face,” I said.
“Well, we are in a shower.”
“You don’t have to be snippy.” I spit out along with a mouthful of water.
“I’m just stating a fact. Hold tight and concentrate on how awesome I’m about to make you feel.”
Cupping my ass, Doug eased me onto him. I got lost in the sensation of him sliding inside and filling me up. Pressing me harder against the tile, he began to thrust, going deeper and deeper. He removed his hands from my body, placing them flat on the wall on either side of my head. I tightened my hold on him as our movements increased. My back glided up and down the slick tile with each thrust. But then something weird happened.
Each time I slid down, it felt as if I was going lower and lower. Doug appeared oblivious to the predicament.
“Doug.”
He moaned. “You feel so good.”
“Doug, something’s happening.”
“Fuck yeah something’s happening. I’m about to rock your world.” He growled.
“I’m losing my grip.”
“I’m almost there too, baby.”
“No. I think I’m…”
Before I could finish the sentence the grasp I had on him gave way. I plummeted, my ass hitting the built-in soap dish on the way down. I looked up into the horrified face of Doug, who was bent over me.
“Are you okay?” he said.
“Yeah, I think so. Are you?”
“I’m afraid to look. I think my dick is broken.”
I hesitated, unsure of the condition I’d find the aforementioned dick. “It seems to be in one piece.”
We both expelled a long sigh of relief.
“Maybe we should call it a night,” Doug suggested.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
Doug turned off the water, then helped me out of the tub. Grabbing a towel, he enveloped me in its white fluffiness, then wrapped one around his waist. I took another towel and quickly dried my hair before handing it to him. He mimicked me, rubbing the soft material over his wet head. We stood in silence for what felt like hours.
“Well, that was different,” I said.
“Never happened to me before.”
“I’m thinking it takes a lot of coordination, what with the constant spray and…”
He held up his hand halting my words. “No need to play Monday morning quarterback.”
“Agreed.” I paused for a moment. “This doesn’t mean we’re going to stop…”
“Oh, no. The arrangement is still in play.”
“Good.”
Without making eye contact, Doug said, “Now walk away. You’re making things awkward.”
“But this is my bathroom.”
Doug nodded in recognition before turning and walking away.
“WHOSE BRILLIANT IDEA was this anyway?” I yelled down to my so-called friends.
I was in Hart’s dusty attic looking for camping equipment.
“We haven’t been able to go on a trip in a long time. This is the perfect time of year to get back to nature,” Hart said.
I poked my head out of the attic door. “I meant me being the one to crawl around your skanky attic.”
“That would be Colin.” Hart smiled.
Colin took a swig of beer. “I have the allergies.”
Hart looked up at me with a pitiful expression. “I would have done it, but you know I’ve got the paralyzed leg thing.”
“You’re both full of shit.” My head disappeared back into the dust.
“Doug, if it’s any consolation, most of the camping stuff is in the same general area,” Hart said.
“Why isn’t Ronnie here to help?�
�� I shouted.
“Had to work late.” Colin’s voice drifted up to me.
“Hart, by any chance do you have a rat problem?” I loud whispered as not to disturb whatever was looking at me in the very dim light.
“Not to my knowledge.”
“Wait a sec. My bad. It was a Barbie doll.” I laughed. “Here’s the first box.”
I lowered the heavy box into Colin’s arms. Three more boxes followed along with three tents. We unpacked the boxes and unfolded the tents, spreading it all out on the garage floor, taking stock of our supplies. Most of the stuff belonged to Hart except for two of the tents and one large box.
“How is it that my attic became the boarding house for y’all’s crap?” said Hart.
“You were kind enough to open your heart and your attic since neither Dougie nor I had the room at our respective abodes.” Colin was entertaining a slight buzz.
Kneeling, I checked for holes in one of the tents. “This tent smells like musty sex.”
“Hey, that’s mine,” Hart admitted. Colin and I looked at him. “You guys know I proposed to Bryson on a camping trip.”
“After the fact,” I said.
When we were kids, Hart, Colin, Ronnie and I made a pact to always go camping together and that no girls would ever be allowed. It took a lot of convincing on Hart’s part for me to let females go on this trip. After all, camping was a testosterone-fueled primal urge. It’s the ultimate quest for a man to conquer the wild.
“Oh, I got the Bear Creek spots reserved for two nights,” Colin said.
I shook my head in disgust and muttered, “Reservations at a campground. That’s what happens when girls are involved.”
Hart’s eyebrows lifted as he gave me a pointed look. “You realize you’re talking about mine and Ronnie’s wives.”
I stood and dusted off my knees. “Sorry. That’s what happens when ladies are involved.”
“Speaking of ladies… How are things between you and your roomie?” Sarcasm was evident in Colin’s tone.
“Fine,” I snapped.
Colin walked over to me and draped his arm around my shoulder. “A quick sharp retort. Sounds like there’s trouble in paradise.”
I shrugged my shoulders, causing his arm to fall. “Fuck you. Things are more than fine.”
Crazy Sexy Love Page 15
