by." He said as we were trying to decide. "Or, we could order pizza, stay in, watch another movie, and you could stay the night."
"It's Sunday night." I stated.
"And?"
"And, don't you have to work tomorrow? Monday through Friday, eight to four, like a regular working Joe?" I teased him.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to leave. You work your own hours. I could get up and go to work, you could stay here until you woke up, and let yourself out. I trust you."
"You do? Why? You barely know me."
"Call it a hunch. I have a good feeling about you. You can't sleep on a trampoline with someone and spend all day wrapped up on the couch and not tell if they are going to destroy your house the second they are left alone. Besides, I know where you live. If you cleaned me out I would know where to find you."
I laughed, "That is true, but, there is one glaring fault to your rather tempting little argument."
"What is that?"
"You know where I live because you picked me up, remember? I don't have a car here. Unless you really are planning on keeping me in your non-existent basement, you will need to drive me home so that I can work tomorrow too."
"Oh, yeah. Shit, I didn't plan this real well, did I?" He said as he used his hand tucked under my chin to tip my face up to his. "Guess I need to take full advantage of you before I drop you off."
His slow Sunday afternoon kiss turned hot fast, whether he meant it to or not. Soon I found myself naked for the second time in one day. As I straddled him on his couch, it was my turn to set the pace. I started out going slow, my hips moving in circles, watching him watch me. I ran my own hands up my body, stopping at my breasts. I lifted them, squished them together, watching his reactions. I lifted one, and dipped my head down to lick my own nipple. I heard his quick intake of breath, which just encouraged me.
I sucked my own nipple, switched my attentions to my other one, and then squished them together, riding him. I let go of one breast, and watched it bounce with my rhythm. I slid that now free hand down between us, and rubbed myself as I rode him. His eyes didn't know where to land, on my one hand playing with my breast, or my other, working between my legs as I rode him faster and faster.
As the waves rolled over me, he sat up, grabbed me around my waist and stood up, with me still straddling him. He knelt down and placed me on the edge of the couch, leaning back against the cushions, and he pulled behind my knees, bringing my knees up to my chest. With my ass hanging off of the very edge of the couch, and him kneeling before me on the carpet, he pounded into me. It only took a few hard, driving thrusts and he called out with a guttural, primal grunt, and poured himself into me again.
"Damn it woman," he said a few recovered moments later, "I knew you would be trouble."
CHAPTER 9
CINCO DE MAYO
He had eventually taken me home, after feeding me at the Italian place he had mentioned before. Thankfully it was a casual restaurant considering I was dressed in Saturday night's clothes once again, with my hair pulled back in a finger-combed ponytail since I had no grooming provisions at his house. I had used his deodorant, so I kept getting these flashes of his smell as I moved around my place Sunday night.
I usually showered at night so I could get up and out easily in the mornings, but I put my shower off until Monday morning, just to smell him in my sleep. Yeah, I was a goner already. I really liked him. Such a strange mix between comfortable friend and hot new relationship. I kept trying to tell my serious, rational side that I would not be disappointed if he never called. I knew what I had done, and I knew that relationships don't normally start in such a quick fashion, but deep down I wasn't worried. I knew I had one hell of a memory at worst, and the possible beginning of a fun relationship at best.
"So relax," I told myself, as another work week began. "It is what it is."
He
"It's Sunday night." I stated.
"And?"
"And, don't you have to work tomorrow? Monday through Friday, eight to four, like a regular working Joe?" I teased him.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to leave. You work your own hours. I could get up and go to work, you could stay here until you woke up, and let yourself out. I trust you."
"You do? Why? You barely know me."
"Call it a hunch. I have a good feeling about you. You can't sleep on a trampoline with someone and spend all day wrapped up on the couch and not tell if they are going to destroy your house the second they are left alone. Besides, I know where you live. If you cleaned me out I would know where to find you."
I laughed, "That is true, but, there is one glaring fault to your rather tempting little argument."
"What is that?"
"You know where I live because you picked me up, remember? I don't have a car here. Unless you really are planning on keeping me in your non-existent basement, you will need to drive me home so that I can work tomorrow too."
"Oh, yeah. Shit, I didn't plan this real well, did I?" He said as he used his hand tucked under my chin to tip my face up to his. "Guess I need to take full advantage of you before I drop you off."
His slow Sunday afternoon kiss turned hot fast, whether he meant it to or not. Soon I found myself naked for the second time in one day. As I straddled him on his couch, it was my turn to set the pace. I started out going slow, my hips moving in circles, watching him watch me. I ran my own hands up my body, stopping at my breasts. I lifted them, squished them together, watching his reactions. I lifted one, and dipped my head down to lick my own nipple. I heard his quick intake of breath, which just encouraged me.
I sucked my own nipple, switched my attentions to my other one, and then squished them together, riding him. I let go of one breast, and watched it bounce with my rhythm. I slid that now free hand down between us, and rubbed myself as I rode him. His eyes didn't know where to land, on my one hand playing with my breast, or my other, working between my legs as I rode him faster and faster.
As the waves rolled over me, he sat up, grabbed me around my waist and stood up, with me still straddling him. He knelt down and placed me on the edge of the couch, leaning back against the cushions, and he pulled behind my knees, bringing my knees up to my chest. With my ass hanging off of the very edge of the couch, and him kneeling before me on the carpet, he pounded into me. It only took a few hard, driving thrusts and he called out with a guttural, primal grunt, and poured himself into me again.
"Damn it woman," he said a few recovered moments later, "I knew you would be trouble."
CHAPTER 9
CINCO DE MAYO
He had eventually taken me home, after feeding me at the Italian place he had mentioned before. Thankfully it was a casual restaurant considering I was dressed in Saturday night's clothes once again, with my hair pulled back in a finger-combed ponytail since I had no grooming provisions at his house. I had used his deodorant, so I kept getting these flashes of his smell as I moved around my place Sunday night.
I usually showered at night so I could get up and out easily in the mornings, but I put my shower off until Monday morning, just to smell him in my sleep. Yeah, I was a goner already. I really liked him. Such a strange mix between comfortable friend and hot new relationship. I kept trying to tell my serious, rational side that I would not be disappointed if he never called. I knew what I had done, and I knew that relationships don't normally start in such a quick fashion, but deep down I wasn't worried. I knew I had one hell of a memory at worst, and the possible beginning of a fun relationship at best.
"So relax," I told myself, as another work week began. "It is what it is."
He
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