"Alright, game over.... This is getting old!" I yelled from the hall. I feigned footsteps as if I were walking away to the bedroom, then stood with my back to the wall. I tried my best not to make a sound and wait patiently for Annie to appear from the bathroom into the hall. As she sauntered out, I sprung forward and grabbed her at the waist and picked her up. She laughed as she elbowed me in the stomach and made her get away. That's the feistiness I had always loved.
I had known Annie since we were little kids. We didn't actually become close friends until High School when we had an English class together. But that's all that ever became of us.... close friends. We were always dating other people in high school. We managed to keep in touch across the country when we went separate ways for college, but would spend the entire summer together.
But now, for the past year, there had been some tension between us. We were both single and living back in our hometown after graduating college. Finally, maybe we had a chance to be with each other. I had decided I was practically in love with the girl. Not only did I know this girl's hopes, fears, secrets, strengths and weaknesses, I could barely hear her name without getting aroused. Annie has one of the most amazing asses I have ever seen. She is a fit girl, but quite curvy in the hips. Anne always thought I was a chivalrous guy, opening doors for her. Really, it's a way to let her walk in front so I could stare at that booty. I don't want to undermine the rest of her body though. She certainly knew how to show off her perky breasts, which were big enough to enjoy but small enough not get in the way.
I soon realized that though there was a mixture of companionship and sexual tension, maybe this relationship just wasn't meant to be. I'll go out of my way for a girl, but sometimes I felt like I was getting used. I'd do anything to be around her, and yet I felt like I was always waiting for her. She would often just cancel plans at the last minute for no reason, and couldn't be inconvenienced to call me. Our true dynamic dawned on me one weekend while I waited 3 hours for her to call me back, even though she was expecting my call and we needed to talk.
I was helping her housesit for her sister in a rougher neighborhood, and she wanted a guy to accompany her in the house for the weekend. Here I was changing my routine all weekend, and she couldn't even call me back to let me know when to meet up again at her sisters house. This was for her benefit after all, she could at least answer the damn phone. It was at that moment I had the epiphany of what a high maintenance bitch she could be. I was pissed at her, but even more so myself for allowing myself to be treated like that.
When she finally returned my call, we decided to meet at a bar near the house. Anne usually had a lot to drink, but I had more than my normal amount. Perhaps my high alcohol intake was partially out of disappointment that I still had to finish off my weekend commitment. We went back to Annie's sister house where we proceeded to get ready for bed.
Both being drunk and brushing our teeth, we started to bump each other out of the way of the mirror. It was playful on the surface, but I was still pissed deep down about the way she treated me. This bumping each other soon lead to her squirting tooth paste all over my shirt. I returned the favor by splashing water from the sink at her. Once she started splashing back as well as slapping a bit, I decided we needed to take this match out into a bigger arena. That's when I stepped out of the bathroom and pretended to go to bed.
For the duration of our "fight" Anne stuck to the slapping and kicking style of fighting. I went with grappling, because as a stronger guy, its gentler and it also gave me a chance to cop a few feels. I would make sure to give her a few playful smacks on that ass. This went on in the hall for a few minutes, us both laughing the entire time. At one point she kicked me in the thigh, so I grabbed her foot keeping her hopping on the other for balance. I charged forward, forcing her to hold on the wall to stay up. I grabbed her again by the waist and escorted her down to the ground softly enough. I had her pinned on the hardwood floor under me right there in the hall.
After all this body contact, I had grown quite aroused. There was no hiding it, because not only was I in thin pajama bottoms, I was pinning her on the ground. She would "sneak" a few feels of my cock with her hand as she slapped me in the stomach and waist area, brushing her hands against my crotch. This only turned me on more, which was conflicting... considering I decided earlier that night she was treating me like shit.
Even though she got some good whacks and scratches in, there was no denying I was winning the fight with a submission hold. She kept laughing and screaming "Fuck You" as loudly as she could. I told her that was rude, and no way to talk to me, especially considering I was winning the fight. Annie would try and escape by squirming some more under me, then scream "Fuck You!" all over again. I decided it was time to get my revenge.
I sat up, so I was sitting on her chest with her pinned on the ground, my knees pinning her arms. She took a second to stare directly at the bulge in my pants. I grabbed her cheeks and pinched them so her lips puckered out a bit. I told her "A dirty mouth like yours is only good for one thing."
With that, I grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her head upwards. With my other hand I pulled out my cock and thrust my hips forward towards her mouth. She was in shock but was also turned on enough to now exactly what she was supposed to do. She took my cock in her mouth as I held her head still by her hair. I pumped my hips back and forth and proceeded to face fuck her. I wanted nothing more than to use her the way she used me.
She kept looking up at me in shock and lust. The way I was sitting on her chest, my ass must have been brushing her tits a bit. This only turned her on more. Once I was confident that she was enjoying playing submissive to me, I eased up my grip on her head, and used my hand to explore the rest of her body. My hand found its way between her legs. She was thrusting her hips up against my palm as a massaged her through her jeans. I gave her pussy a few light slaps, which made her squeal with my cock still in her throat. I decided I needed to slow down a bit, so I pulled my cock from her mouth. I enjoyed watching a few beads of saliva dangle between her lips and cockhead.
Supporting her neck, I pulled her directly under me so she could teabag me. She used the tip of her tongue to tickle the underside of my scrotum as my cock lay up along the side of her nose. She sucked on one of my balls for a moment before deciding to try her luck by using her teeth just enough to catch my attention. I quickly sat back.
She was blushing, but still managing to laugh at her little love bite. I gave her a solid slap across the face. "First you lose the wrestling match, now you have the nerve to bite me?" I said firmly, but still with some playfulness in my voice.
It wasn't the most poetic thing to say, but we had been drinking and I wasn't well versed in being this dominant. I decided I needed to keep it slightly playful, considering we hadn't laid out any ground rules before engaging in this type of intercourse. Not to mention, I felt a little bad for face-fucking her on the wood floor in her hallway. I took hold of her sandy blond hair and stoop up over her. This made her sit up. I told her to "get the fuck up right now."
I knew she was the feisty type and going to try something so I held her hair tight. She managed to get a few elbows into my stomach before I secured her against the wall. As I held her against the wall, facing away from me, I could feel that ass of hers pushing against my exposed cock. She was enjoying every bit of this. I put my mouth right up to her ear and gave it a little nip. I could feel her whole body tense up, so I knew I had her attention now. I whispered in her ear, "You only have a say about two things tonight. Whose room we go into next, and if I wear a condom."
She nodded her head but didn't say anything. Not a good enough response. I slowly started pulling her hair straight down so her head titled up. I repeated my request. "So, am I getting a condom out of my shave kit?"
