flexible.
“He's tough. How about you come over to my place for a drink? Help you relax after such a hard work out.”
She stutters in surprise, “R-r-right now?”
“Yeah.” I open my car door. “Got a couple hours to kill. Besides,” my voices dips in unison with my eyes. “I bet I can name more yoga positions than you.”
Jillian briefly bites her bottom lip. “Betcha can't.”
“Come on over then, and if I can't I'll owe you a foot rub.”
“And what happens if you can?”
I know exactly what she's gonna rub.
My smirk returns. “I'll think of something. Follow me.”
With a nod, she scampers off the way she came, as I slide into my car.
What can I say? Now that my momentary vow of virginity is over, my cock is about to learn to love downward dog more than it already does. Hey, I earned this one. That bet is finished and a new one with a ditsy blonde is in motion. Trust me. I won't lose this one.
**
After letting myself into Alexxa's apartment with my spare key, I stroll past the large kitchen on the right, immediately noticing the neatly stacked and labeled boxes with Grant's name on them.
I know Alexxa's gonna be bummed moving out, but look at this place. It's like Warren's room except it expands across the entire apartment. Funny thing is, Marie and Alexxa aren't really the reason. It's her boyfriend, Grant. He makes Monica from Friends almost look sane. Call me crazy but no dude should be that hell fucking bent on making sure dishes are organized from daily use, to weekend use, to special occasion use. Yeah. And that's just the tip of the fucking iceberg. Once, I didn't use a coaster and he lectured me for forty-five minutes about wood stains. I'd say there was a chance he was swinging for the other team if it wouldn't get me nut checked by Marie who already hates me.
Past the open living room, I veer to the right where Alexxa's bedroom is. I give the cracked open door a light push to see her in the middle of her bed with her computer in her lap.
Sleep shorts, tank top, and hair in a messy bun. No makeup. No high dollar dress. No thousand dollar product in her hair. I really fucking love this look. At least on her. She glows without the help of a spray tan. She's just naturally beautiful. Wait. What the fuck did I just say? Am I still post orgasm high? Nah....wasn't that good.
“Internet porn?”
She glances up at me and sighs, “I wish.”
“That's an easy wish you don't even need a genie for.”
Alexxa giggles and scoots over so I can slide onto her bed. “If only apartment hunting was that easy.”
This room is basically my off season hideaway. Our apartment sees so many visitors that sometimes I need the relief of knowing there's not a chance someone is going to randomly be banging on my door at 1 A.M. to suck my cock. When Alexxa's at our place, she spends most of it in the living room or kitchen, the areas Warren and I share, similar to the way we share her, but when I come over here, we mainly hang out in her room. Not only because Marie would rather see my body with a chalk outline around it than on the living room couch, but because in here it's a judgment free zone. I burp, fart, get crumbs on her less than expensive comforter and it's no big deal. She can also curl into my arms, snore so hard she wakes herself up, and drool without worrying about anyone giving a fuck. I sure don't. She sees me in a raw form here and I see her. Come to think of it, Alexxa sees more of me than anyone else in my fucking life.
“No luck?”
Her face contorts to a pout as she whines, “It's just not fun.”
Stretching my arms across the soft pillows, I encourage, “I can make it fun.”
“Debating which rooms would be best for sex is not fun, Luca.”
“You know me too well.” When Alexxa offers me a soft smile, I say, “But there are other ways to make it not suck so hard. Come on. Let
“He's tough. How about you come over to my place for a drink? Help you relax after such a hard work out.”
She stutters in surprise, “R-r-right now?”
“Yeah.” I open my car door. “Got a couple hours to kill. Besides,” my voices dips in unison with my eyes. “I bet I can name more yoga positions than you.”
Jillian briefly bites her bottom lip. “Betcha can't.”
“Come on over then, and if I can't I'll owe you a foot rub.”
“And what happens if you can?”
I know exactly what she's gonna rub.
My smirk returns. “I'll think of something. Follow me.”
With a nod, she scampers off the way she came, as I slide into my car.
What can I say? Now that my momentary vow of virginity is over, my cock is about to learn to love downward dog more than it already does. Hey, I earned this one. That bet is finished and a new one with a ditsy blonde is in motion. Trust me. I won't lose this one.
**
After letting myself into Alexxa's apartment with my spare key, I stroll past the large kitchen on the right, immediately noticing the neatly stacked and labeled boxes with Grant's name on them.
I know Alexxa's gonna be bummed moving out, but look at this place. It's like Warren's room except it expands across the entire apartment. Funny thing is, Marie and Alexxa aren't really the reason. It's her boyfriend, Grant. He makes Monica from Friends almost look sane. Call me crazy but no dude should be that hell fucking bent on making sure dishes are organized from daily use, to weekend use, to special occasion use. Yeah. And that's just the tip of the fucking iceberg. Once, I didn't use a coaster and he lectured me for forty-five minutes about wood stains. I'd say there was a chance he was swinging for the other team if it wouldn't get me nut checked by Marie who already hates me.
Past the open living room, I veer to the right where Alexxa's bedroom is. I give the cracked open door a light push to see her in the middle of her bed with her computer in her lap.
Sleep shorts, tank top, and hair in a messy bun. No makeup. No high dollar dress. No thousand dollar product in her hair. I really fucking love this look. At least on her. She glows without the help of a spray tan. She's just naturally beautiful. Wait. What the fuck did I just say? Am I still post orgasm high? Nah....wasn't that good.
“Internet porn?”
She glances up at me and sighs, “I wish.”
“That's an easy wish you don't even need a genie for.”
Alexxa giggles and scoots over so I can slide onto her bed. “If only apartment hunting was that easy.”
This room is basically my off season hideaway. Our apartment sees so many visitors that sometimes I need the relief of knowing there's not a chance someone is going to randomly be banging on my door at 1 A.M. to suck my cock. When Alexxa's at our place, she spends most of it in the living room or kitchen, the areas Warren and I share, similar to the way we share her, but when I come over here, we mainly hang out in her room. Not only because Marie would rather see my body with a chalk outline around it than on the living room couch, but because in here it's a judgment free zone. I burp, fart, get crumbs on her less than expensive comforter and it's no big deal. She can also curl into my arms, snore so hard she wakes herself up, and drool without worrying about anyone giving a fuck. I sure don't. She sees me in a raw form here and I see her. Come to think of it, Alexxa sees more of me than anyone else in my fucking life.
“No luck?”
Her face contorts to a pout as she whines, “It's just not fun.”
Stretching my arms across the soft pillows, I encourage, “I can make it fun.”
“Debating which rooms would be best for sex is not fun, Luca.”
“You know me too well.” When Alexxa offers me a soft smile, I say, “But there are other ways to make it not suck so hard. Come on. Let
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