by Hazel Parker
After they finished off their drinks, Anne stood up and announced that she needed to use the restroom. Thomas said that he too needed to use the restroom and they decided to travel, arm-in-arm together, to the restrooms.
As they reached the back of the bar, Thomas opened the door for Anne and she entered with a little curtsey. He responded with a bow. He closed the door with a chuckle and waited for her to finish. After a moment he heard the door unlock, but she didn’t come out. He stood and waited for another minute until the door cracked open slightly.
“Hey, I need your help with something,” Anne whispered from the bathroom. Thomas looked around quickly and then followed her inside the bathroom. As he stepped inside she closed the door behind him and locked it. “Do my boobs look uneven to you?” As his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting he saw that she was standing with her boobs out. Her nipples were pierced with small hoops, and the tits were small, but perky.
“Uh, no, they look perfect.” She smiled at him and tilted her head, “I mean even. They look even.” She reached forward and grabbed his hands, pulling them towards her and onto her exposed breasts.
“How do they feel?” Thomas tentatively took a few squeezes and pulled his hands back.
“They feel good, yeah. Nothing wrong with them at all.” Anne pulled her shirt back up and over her pierced nipples and took a step towards Thomas. She had to stand on her toes slightly, but she kissed him on the nose. He noticeably relaxed and felt, as if by magic, his hands rising up and grabbing her waist.
“There ya go,” she whispered into his lips. They kissed, just a peck, at first. She pulled away and licked her lips, going back in for more. They interlocked their lips and began to passionately make out, his hands pulling her into his body. His hands unfastened her sweater and threw it open. They then slid under her shirt and he felt her stomach tingle with goosebumps.
“I would really love to do this somewhere other than the bathroom I threw up in while in college,” he said between kisses. She laughed and pulled away, her fingers reached up and began to play with his hair.
“That sounds good, but my roommate isn’t really fan of me bringing people back.” Thomas leaned in and kissed her.
“It’s not a problem, I’ve got my own place. It’ll only take a few minutes to get there.” This time she hopped up and kissed him. She pulled away again, but this time towards the door where she unlocked it and stealthily looked both ways to make sure that no one was waiting to use the bathroom before darting out towards the exit.
Thomas followed suit and exited the bathroom, he waved at Doc and Sean as he left, both of them had huge smiles on their faces as they watched him chase after Anne. Thomas then yelled for the bartender to put it on Sean’s tab. The bartender called out after him that it was already taken care of and that he should enjoy himself.
Anne was waiting on the street, already hailing down a taxi when Thomas ran up. He walked up behind her and grabbed her ass. She squirmed a bit, but clearly enjoyed it, so he continued. He reached around her and hooked his fingers in the front pockets of her jeans, lightly massaging her groin through the material. Anne let her head fall back onto his shoulder as a taxi pulled up.
They jumped in and Thomas gave the taxi his address as Anne deftly undid his belt and pants, quietly pulling his dick out. Her piercing eyes darted between the eyes of the taxi driver in the rear view mirror and Thomas’s above her as she began to stroke his cock. His dick began to throb and grow with each stroke and leaned down into the seat and began to lick the tip.
After a moment of teasing him she slid his cock inside her mouth, her tongue continuing to dance over the tip, her hand still stroking his shaft. With one hand Thomas held onto the door of the car to balance himself and to stop himself from screaming. With the other he brushed her hair out of the way so that he could watch.
Thomas glanced around and saw that they were getting close to his apartment and tapped on her shoulder to get her to stop, although it was the last thing he wanted to do. He helped her refasten his pants and belt and took out his wallet to pay the taxi driver. As they pulled in, Anne hopped out and waited for Thomas to pay. The taxi driver gave him a knowing look and told him to not worry about the fare. Thomas thanked the man, but still tipped him.
They entered his building, Anne had to walk in front of him to hide his obvious erection, passed a number of other tenants that Thomas knew. They arrived at his door and as he placed the key into the lock, Anne’s lips kissing him on the neck, he remembered the state in which he left his apartment. He thought for a moment and pulled off his tie.
“Let’s get a little kinky,” he said to Anne as he wrapped his tie over her eyes. She giggled and agreed.
“Oh, I can get kinky if you want kinky,” Anne pinched Thomas’s nipples as he unlocked the door and pulled her inside, leading her passed the piles of trash. As they got close to the couch, Thomas reached down and grabbed a cushion off the ground. He threw it into its place and let Anne sit down on it.
He quickly grabbed the others and threw them onto the couch just as she laid down. Thomas walked back over and took off her sweater. He tossed it into the kitchen where it landed on a pile of pizza boxes, causing a few to fall.
“What was that?” Anne asked quietly in between quiet moans as Thomas kissed her neck and shoulders.
“Oh that? That was nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Thomas pulled her top off, revealing the two pierced tits that he had seen not long before, but he now had the courage to know what to do with them. He leaned down and with one hand teased her nipple, with his tongue he leaned over and began to lick and suck at her other tit. Anne’s head rolled back, the blindfold still in place.
She reached down and tangled her fingers up in his hair as his tongue flicked at her nipple. His free hand traveled down her side to her waist where he took a moment to unfasten her pants. She wrapped her legs around him and he lifted her off the couch. Her arms reached around his neck and held to him as he walked past the kitchen, moving her sweater off the pile of trash and onto the stool that sat there.
Thomas carried her all the way through to his bedroom where he closed the door and turned off the lights so that she wouldn’t notice the mountains of the dirty clothes. He laid her down onto the bed, she released hold of him, and he whispered that she could take the blindfold off. He pulled at her pants and got them off. He placed them neatly at the foot of the bed, so they wouldn’t get mixed in with everything else on the floor.
Thomas was eager to get started and immediately began kissing her thighs, his fingernails drew lines in her legs and she grasped at the sheets on the bed in pleasure. He moved on to her pussy and began licking at it, his stubble tickling at her inner thighs. His tongue spread her lips and he began to flick her clit with his tongue now. She laid back and moaned louder, one hand releasing the sheet and grabbed the back of his head.
She gently forced him harder into herself, his licking became more intense and forceful, something she clearly enjoyed. After a few minutes he could feel her body shake and could see the goosebumps forming on her skin so he rose up and pulled off his clothes. As he did this he watched as she contorted in the bed, her moans of pleasure mixing in with his name. He couldn’t help but be transfixed by the way she said his name.
Once naked he laid back on top of her, dick in hand. He gently slid inside her and her back arched as she screamed his name. He continued slowly, allowing her to dictate the speed, her body slowly rocking and thrusting into his. He reached up with one hand and grabbed her behind the neck and held her head forward so that he could stare into her eyes.
She licked her lips and he leaned in, his body like a wave, each thrust causing a cascade of goosebumps down both of their bodies. Their lips collided again and they made out passionately, tongues lapping together as well. As they were locked together in this position Thomas could feel Anne quiver under him and he began to speed up the thrusts. Immediately he felt her body give out a large shake and he heard her
sigh.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back. Anne slid over and lifted her head, allowing Thomas to slide his arm under her head. They laid like this for a moment, Thomas occasionally playing with her nipples, until Anne spoke up.
“So, I can head out, it’s getting late and I don’t want to intrude.” She made a move to stand up, but Thomas held her in place.
“Nonsense, I want you to stay.” He curled her up into a hug and they both fell asleep, satisfied and with smiles on their faces.
****
Thomas woke up to find that his room was somehow different. He looked around the bedroom and instead of seeing the dirty clothes scattered around in piles, they had somehow managed to make their way into the dirty hamper that he hadn’t used in quite some time. His eyes darted faster now around the room, taking in everything else.
He could see into his living room and could see that there were no pizza boxes lying on the floor which he found to be pretty interesting. He laid in bed doing his best to remember cleaning the apartment, but he only had remembered the sex, nothing much at all after that.
He stood up cautiously, careful of the impending whiskey hangover and headache. Thomas walked through the door into the living room and saw that not only the pizza boxes, but the entire living room and kitchen had been picked up. Much more than he had done in the short time that he rushed to clean up the night before.
He sauntered into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. He snagged a bottle of beer from his refrigerator in an attempt to get ahead of the hangover and opened it as he picked up the letter.
“Tom, I’m sorry I had to leave so early, something came up. Nice move with the blindfold. I hope you don’t mind, but I hated to see you living like this so I tidied up a bit. I would have thrown everything away too, but I couldn’t find trash bags so it’s just all in one place now. This was a lot of fun though, give me a call sometime, okay? P.S. You’re a bit of a bed hog. Something to work on.” Her number was scrawled at the bottom of the note with a smiley face.
He put down his beer and examined the note more closely, just enjoying the fact that someone had written him a handwritten note. Thomas went to find his phone, but couldn’t find it in any of the normal places that he was used to putting it.
He walked back into his bedroom and searched for his phone, finding it eventually in the bed side table where he normally kept his condoms. However, the box wasn’t here. The condoms were all laid out and the box was torn to pieces. He picked up his phone and smiled, remembering actually doing that. It was a pretty pathetic way to get back at Sarah, but it was therapeutic.
He ran back into the kitchen and typed in her number, trying to come up with the perfect way to start a message. He eventually decided on this message: “Hey, want to know what’s intense?”
****
Thomas sat and waited on his couch, drinking a cold beer, catching up on all the sports news that had occurred the night before. Every few seconds he would reach for his phone and click the lock button so that his phone would light up, just to see if Anne had responded, but he had no such luck. Instead, after about twenty minutes of doing this his phone vibrated with a message from Sean and then another from Doc.
He opened them both and read them, but they basically said the same thing: “We’re hungover and we have breakfast. Plus, we’ve got stories so we’re coming over.” Thomas gave them both his new address and waited in his clean apartment.
He could hear the elevator bell ding as he remembered the note on the counter. He vaulted over his couch and slid over the top of his counter, grabbing the note as he fell off. Just as he hit the floor and stood up the door opened and Sean and Doc poured into his room.
He took in their appearance right away. They were both still wearing the clothes from the night before, Sean had an obnoxiously large hickey on his neck, but Doc had a clear bruise on his face that resembled that of an open hand. Sean tossed the bag of breakfast food onto the coffee table and Doc placed the three coffees on the table beside them.
They both circled the room like wolves, studying their prey for any kind of weakness, just taking in the apartment. Sean, not out of place, was the first to speak.
“Damn, Tommy, this place is incredible.” Sean whistled to himself. “What do you do again, because I think I should get into that business too?” Thomas walked around from behind the counter, slipping the paper into his back pocket. He walked over to Doc and shook his hand, examining his face.
“The girl liked slapping dudes, I was so drunk I couldn’t feel it so I kept telling her to hit harder. So now I’ve got a new bruise to add to this one.” Thomas and Sean both laughed until Doc stood up and showed off a bite mark that was bruising on his upper ass cheek. They both laughed uproariously and Sean walked over, shaking hands and hugging Thomas.
“You should have heard it, man. I was in the other room and it sounded like she was trying to kill him. She was getting mad he kept asking for more.” Doc shrugged and grabbed a coffee out of the drink holder and passed it to Thomas, who walked across the room to his fridge and pulled out a bottle of Bailey’s. He poured some into his drink but both Sean and Doc declined.
“No more for me until this bruise heals, lord knows what else I would do if I started drinking now.” Sean went and sat down on the couch and stared at Thomas who sat at his little kitchen island. Thomas stared back at him and broke the silence.
“What about those hickeys, bud?” Thomas and Doc both laughed, but Sean didn’t do anything to cover them up or even laugh. He stood up and walked over to Thomas, sitting down next to him, very intensely.
“So, tell us about this girl.” Doc leaned in and chuckled a bit. Thomas sat back and looked back and forth between the two of them.
“What girl?” Thomas had never been a very good liar, especially when it came to girls and Sean. Sean was a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out lies.
“Come on, man. We saw you leave and you both know you can’t lie to me.” Sean lifted his coffee to his face and took a sip, not breaking eye contact.
“I mean, she came back here, we watched some TV and had a drink or two, and then we went to sleep. That’s it.” Sean leaned forward in his seat and sniffed. He sat back and took another sip of coffee.
“Damn, I thought for sure you got lucky.” Sean stood up and walked over to the couch, grabbing the remote. “I guess my sex senses are getting a bit rusty with old age.”
****
After about two hours of more ESPN and eating cheap, greasy food to crush their hangovers, Sean and Doc headed out, leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts. As he closed the door behind them he fell back into the old rhythm he had before they arrived. He grabbed another beer from the fridge, sat down on his couch, and checked his phone.
It wasn’t too long though before his phone vibrated with a new message from Anne. The message said that while she enjoyed herself and they hit it off well, she was waiting on someone who was currently abroad on business. She felt that they could be something special and she didn’t want to miss out on that potential opportunity.
Thomas was crushed and stared at the message on the screen for a while before responding as he attempted to take it all in. The way they had been together was like something he had never experienced. She brought out a side of him that he had felt like he had needed to lock away and they had only known each other a day.
But, Thomas was nothing if not respectful and understood that she wanted to give the other relationship a shot. He would have wanted the same chance in the other guy’s situation. So, he replied by telling her that he understood and that she needed to do what she felt was right.
So, over the next few weeks Anne and Thomas spoke on and off. Thomas learned about where she worked, her hopes and dreams, and her passions. He even considered her one of his closest friends after only a few days, even if the list was fairly short. He also stayed in touch with Doc and Sean and helped them with various girl issues that came along. Until one day ther
e was a knock on his door.
****
Thomas went to answer the door and heard the familiar clicking and twisting of a key in the lock. He quickly ran to the closet and pulled out his Louisville Slugger and stood, hiding behind a wall, just in case someone was attempting to break in. As the door opened though, a familiar voice chimed out from the crack.
“Thomas, its Sarah, are you home?” Thomas placed the bat down and opened the door completely. Sarah stood in the doorway, just as beautiful as he remembered, save for the makeup that was running down her face.
“Why the hell do you still have my key?” Sarah held up the keychain and dangled it. She had clearly been crying and didn’t know where else to go. Thomas had actually noticed that his boss was spending a lot of time with his new secretary and Thomas might have given her a few tips on his hobbies to ensure that he would like her.
“I don’t know, I held onto them just in case I guess.” Sarah pushed passed Thomas and sat down on his couch, resting her face in her hands. Thomas closed the door and walked across the room, choosing to sit across from her in a chair, not on the couch. Even though he had thought he had moved on, he couldn’t help but be happy to see her again.
