“Would you like something to drink?” I ask, my manners not getting far from me.
“Sure, what do you have?” she asks, and I detect a hint of nerves.
“Water, beer, maybe some juice, and a pop or two,” I tell her as I make my way into the kitchen and open the fridge.
“Pop or water is fine,” she says, following me.
I grab her a Dr Pepper, popping the top before I hand it over. I reach back into the fridge and grab a bottle of water for myself.
I lean against the counter, facing Allison as she stands just inside the doorway of the kitchen. I drink her in, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She’s always been sexy to me. The quintessential girl next door with the natural beauty. She looks just as good with her hair up in a messy bun and no makeup as she does when she’s all dressed up and ready to hit the town. I swear she never had an awkward adolescent stage like most of us had.
Allison steps to the side, leaning against the doorframe, and mirrors my stance. We’re now in a staring contest. The air between us practically crackles with the sexual tension. We’ve been dancing around this for months, years if you want to go all the way back to high school, when my attraction for this woman really started.
“Why are you standing all the way over there?” she finally asks, taking a sip of her pop.
“I thought you might back out for a moment there. I was just trying to give you some space if you needed it,” I tell her as I set my water down on the counter. I quickly close the few feet of distance between the two of us. I stop only once I’m inches from her, the palms of my hands resting against the wall behind her as I box her in.
I tower over her by a few inches, and with us this close, she has to crane her neck to look up at me. I smirk as I tilt my head down, bringing our lips close enough they’re almost touching.
“Tell me what you want tonight,” I request. “I need to know your boundaries,” I add before she can reply.
“My-my boundaries?” she questions, but I don’t miss the flash of heat in her eyes. Her mind went straight to the gutter, and I’m here for that kind of thing. “Do you mean, like, kinky shit?” She scrunches her nose up.
I can’t help but laugh at her question. “Maybe, but mostly what you’re hoping will happen tonight. What is on the table, and what’s a no-go. I don’t want either of us to be on different pages,” I tell her honestly. I always make sure women know the score before anything happens. I’m a one-night kind of guy. I’ll rock their world as much as they can manage, that one night, but that’s where it ends. I’m not a seconds kind of guy, usually.
“I’m here for you to fuck me, Lee. I thought that was pretty clear when I agreed to come home with you.”
I puff out a breath in a half bark of laughter at her crass words. If there is anything that Allison does well, it is not beat around the bush. She’s as straightforward as they come.
“Do you like blindfolds? Silk ties?” I ask, as I’m curious how spicy or vanilla she likes things.
“I’ve never tried them,” she says, and I don’t miss the hint of redness in her cheeks as they blush. “But I’d be interested in trying them sometime. With the right partner, that is. One I know that I can trust with my life,” she quickly adds.
“Kink play definitely comes with a high level of trust. From both partners involved.”
“I can only imagine,” she muses. “So, does that mean that you like those types of things?” she asks.
“Yes, but I don’t use them often. As I said, they require a high level of trust, and you don’t get that with one-night stands very often.”
“Maybe we can change that,” she says before pushing up on her toes slightly and bringing our lips together.
I deepen the kiss, pinning her against the wall, our bodies flush together. Her hands are all over my chest, back, arms. I hike one of her legs over my hip, allowing me to grind against her center in the most delicious way. Finding a little friction for my hardening cock. I can feel her heat, even with all the fabric between us.
I bring a hand up to her breasts, tweaking a nipple through the fabric and pulling a moan from her. I swallow the sound, not letting up on my exploration of her body. The way it perfectly fits with my own is mind-boggling, but something I don’t stop to think much about. The feeling of this woman in my arms, kissing me back while I practically maul her, is a heady feeling.
“Take me to your bed,” she requests when we break for a short breath. I don’t need to be asked twice, so I scoop her up in my arms and carry her down the hall and into the master. I deposit her on the edge of the bed, dropping a chaste kiss to her lips before I stand to my full height. I lean over and flick the bedside lamp on, giving us a nice glow of light that isn’t harsh like the overhead ones.
I quickly pull my T-shirt off over my head, tossing it into the basket along the wall. I unbuckle my belt and undo the top button of my jeans. I watch as Allison tracks each of my moves. The desire I can see in her eyes spurs me on to keep going. She wants this. I want this. It’s only been ten or so years in the making. I just hope this doesn’t fuck up our friendship.
6
ALLISON
I sit on the edge of Lee’s bed. The anticipation of what he’ll do next is killing me. I just want him to be touching me. To have his lips on mine or somewhere else on my body is the ultimate goal for tonight. Well, that and to have one of his specific appendages inside me at some point, maybe multiple times before the night is over, if we’re lucky.
I don’t know what is sexier, the bare chest or the unbuckled and unbuttoned jeans with a belt still attached. With the top open, I can see the top inch or so of his black boxer briefs. The tip of his swollen cock is inching closer to the elastic band. I lick my lips, thinking of what it would be like to take him into my mouth.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep looking at my dick like that,” Lee announces. My own arousal pools in my panties, and I can’t help but rub my thighs together, looking for some kind of friction to provide me some pleasure.
“Then come closer, and I’ll stop looking and start touching,” I boldly tell him.
“You are a little vixen, aren’t you?” he asks, stepping between my open thighs. I lay back on my elbows, and he follows until he’s hovering over me. I take advantage of him standing between my thighs and wrap my legs around his hips, bringing him even closer to my center.
“I can be; I just need the right man to bring it out of me,” I tell him before pulling his head down so our lips meet.
He kisses me deeply. So deep I practically feel it down to my soul. He kisses me in a way that no man, other than when he was seventeen years old, has kissed me.
It doesn’t take long before he’s trailing kisses down my neck, sucking lightly to the sensitive areas as he maps everything with his mouth. When he reaches the collar of my shirt, he pulls back and looks down at me, a crooked grin on his lips. “You’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?”
I reach down and find the hem of my top. I quickly pull it up and over my head, leaving me in my bra on top and jeans and panties on bottom. He easily undoes the top button on my jeans, then slowly lowers the zipper. It all happens in slow motion, but also fast. It’s like I’m watching from the outside looking in. My senses are on high alert so that my body doesn’t really know what to focus on.