Day 1, Wednesday night, 1:25 am:
The Neighbor: I can hear you laughing on your phone
Me: Haha really?? Talking with a jr high friend :) Wanna come fuck me??
TN (at the same time as the text above): I’m sleeping asap but you should stop by and get fucked tonight :-)
Me: lol You have to come here. I have my kid.
TN: Leaving the door unlocked just in case!
My heart skipped a beat.
The next 10 minutes were a blur. The friend with whom I was on the phone got only occasional “uh huhs” from me as I continued to text TN. He said he was naked, in bed, and near sleep. I begged off the phone and texted him again. He said there was “0% chance” of him moving. I insisted. Then silence.
I weighed my options and quietly exited the apartment. I’d be gone for no longer than it’d take to let the puppy out and come back, but that was all I was allowed. I tried the knob next door, its metal cool beneath my hot hand. The door swung open.
“TN,” I called out quietly. His apartment was bathed in utter darkness. I stepped through the entry way and bumped into a box and slowly made my way to his bedroom. “TN?” I called out again, questioning my own presence. Still total silence.
His hallway was pitch black. I pushed my hand out in front of me and felt for his door. It silently swung open and I stumbled blindly to his bed. I patted the covers looking for his form in the sea of his bed. He was somewhere in the middle.
“TN!” I say again with more volume. Out of the darkness a large hand grabbed my arm and pulled me down into a heap of warm sheets and skin and muscle.
He mumbled something, barely coherent. “Are you really already asleep?” I asked.
“Mmmhmm,” he replied and found my face with his hands and his lips were on mine. I could still see nothing. He took my hand and guided it to his crotch where it was filled with an enormously hard erection. Pulsing and bobbing.
“Jesus Christ, TN. You sleep with that thing??” I say into the darkness.
“I do when I hear you open my front door,” and he pulled me down again and I squeezed and stroked and tugged on his meat delightedly as his scent filled my nostrils; the scent of a sleepy man, altogether different from one who is alert, a musky perfume around us.
I still couldn’t make out even an outline of his face or body, my eyes were filled with blackness. I peppered my kisses and touch with words. “We have to go back to my house.” KISS “We have to.” STROKE “I can’t stay here.” KISS “My baby is there.” KISS “We must go back.” And my face fell swiftly to his rod for a few good licks.
He answered by pulling my shirt off and plunging his face onto a pendulous breast with gusto. “TN… really, I can’t stay.” I knew I’d won when he pushed me back and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
Day 2, Thursday night, 7:30 pm:
TN: Ready for Scrabble?
We started the game at the kitchen table. TN played with my kid and puppy between turns. I kissed booboos and put babies and puppies to sleep. Once alone I played footsie with his cock and when he was trying to concentrate I’d flop my breasts out of my shirt and let them rest on the tabletop. I finally broke my 15-game losing streak last night.
TN was hilarious in his loss. He grumbled and bitched while I rejoiced. I jiggled my tits in his face and bounced up and down in sheer joy at my win. I eventually turned his frown upside down. No one can resist true jubilation, after all. Or tits.
I’d told myself I wasn’t going to fuck him. He’d worked me over just fine the night before and I’m trying to put some distance between us, but I was suddenly struck with an idea as he made to leave.
“Wait,” I called out. He stopped and turned and I closed the distance between us. “Lemme give you a consolation prize.” His eyebrows raised then his face split in a grin as I grabbed his cock over his shorts.
“You played hard. Now you deserve to be hard,” I whispered in his ear. I swear the sheer cheese of that line made it hot.
It wasn’t long before his pants were around his ankles and he was reclining in my fuck chair. I suckled on his fuzz-dusted balls and his hands cradled my head. I pulled my tits out of my shirt and let them rest on either side of his shaft as my mouth worked the head and top half. I wanted to fill my mouth with his cum, that was all my goal was, but he had other plans. “I think it’s time we go to your room.”
“Ok. Wanna get more of a consolation prize?”
“Is this a consolation prize for me? Or a prize for you for winning??”
“Eh. Whatever,” I countered, and locked my bedroom door behind us.
Quickly, he’s naked and I slipped my panties off; I’m clad in a skirt and shirt only. I pushed him down on my bed and got back to work on his shaft. Soon he’s near the brink and he insisted we fuck. He rolled on a condom and, still fully clothed, I sunk down on his cock. Slowly.
Quietly I moaned as I savored every inch as it filled me, stretched me, christened me. The moment my thighs touched his a warmth spread out in my chest to my arms and my belly twitched. I moved, his hands gripped my upper thighs, and the heat spread up my neck to my scalp and my pussy released its joy on his belly. I ripped my shirt off and looked down at him staring at me, my breasts bouncing with my efforts.
The fabric of the skirt was like burlap. It had to go. I wanted only him on my skin. It ended up in a heap on the floor in two seconds. Fully naked, atop him, I gripped his chest and slipped and slid on his pubis, his cock my pivot point. My pussy released and released and released. I could feel his balls pushed against my ass crack.
Breasts in his mouth. My body shuddered. My pussy cried. My mouth devoured. He flipped me onto my back, never broke contact. He pounded into me. I cried. I laughed. I kissed and kissed and kissed. He came hard. I cried uncle and he answered by hitching my ankles up onto his shoulders.
At this angle my pussy sounded like nothing on this planet, save for a soaking wet, well-fucked cunt. Sloppy, slappy, slick. I could feel it spattering. He moaned his pleasure and finally let me rest. I said I needed to roll over and cry. He gently helped to my side, but never left me. Then he kept rolling me over to my belly. And he started to fuck me all over again.
I buried my face in my pillows and sobbed. My bare mattress was ruined. He railed into me and grew larger inside of me as I cried, “Your fucking cock, your fucking cock, ohmygod your fucking cock.” And he came again.
Orgasm number 3 came quickly after as he lay on his back, in awe of himself and his desire. His hand was a blur, the abs he’s been working so hard for deliciously outlined in shadow and light. He spurted his third load into my eager mouth and shoved the pulsing length to rest on the pillow of my tongue. The back of my throat caught the rest.
End, Day 2.
And now, here are my Scrabble tits.
[I’m not usually that lopsided, by the way. I just feel I have to put that out there.]