Looking back, he was now glad it ended.
Edward, or E as all his friends called him, was 20 years old and hating it. His abusive girlfriend from high school finally decided to end her game with him and left him alone in their apartment, scrapping cash together to pay the bills. He hadn't been to the gym in weeks, and his figure was lacking because of it. Normally trim, he now started to develop a gut and was feeling weaker as time went on. He looked like he hadn't shaved in weeks, and his hair was a hot mess. Never leaving his apartment for anything but work, his friends and co-workers were starting to get really worried he might never recover.
The highlight of his day was Holly. Holly was his next door neighbor, and he adored her. She was a brunette with hair down to her shoulders, tan skin, bright green eyes, modest breasts and a shapely ass. He saw her almost every day going to work, walking down the sidewalk of their apartment complex to their cars, talking and joking the whole way. She would beam when she saw him, and was becoming worried about him to.
This particular morning in the brisk early spring, she was wearing a green cami top that matched her eyes and a pair of khaki capris. Ed thought she looked stunning. He was in his work uniform of a black polo and cargo khakis. He worked as an electrician, performing maintenance and installs on existing houses. As far as he knew, Holly worked as a waitress on some nights while going to college during the day, and her well off parents paid for a lot of her life.
"Hey E," she beamed, coming out of her apartment onto the sidewalk. "How's work going?"
"Busy busy," he replied. "Boss is riding me to death. Thinks it might help get my mind of things I suppose?"
"Still brooding over the old misses eh?"
"Unfortunately. First love, abusive mind control, stuff like that."
"E, you know sitting inside won't do anything. You should go out more!"
"Go where? Can't go to the bar or club with my boys from work, and don't want to pick up a teeny bopper from the Putt Putt Golf Center."
"Tell you what, let's start off small. How about you come over to my apartment tonight? We can cook and get your mind off things."
"You cook? You never told me."
"Err... actually... maybe you could cook? It could get your mind off things?"
E could've killed something, and she saw it as soon as she said it. This kind of word game is exactly the thing that his ex would use against him to get him to do anything she wanted.
"Hey, E, you know I didn't mean it like..."
"Whatever. Just leave me alone for right now, ok Holly? I know I'm a wreck, but it's pretty much how I feel about myself and life in general right now, and people trying to trick me into being happy and having fun only adds to it. So back off, ok?"
Holly was lost for words to say. How could I have been so stupid? she thought. Anything more she could've said would've been a waste of breath, E was already in his car and driving away fast. *******
Ed was sitting on his couch, aimlessly wondering the internet. After work he hit all his usual sights, tried to play a few games but couldn't get into it, so decided that he'd surf around and see what he could find. After being on for the better part of an hour, a knock came from his door. Opening it, Holly was standing there, looking every bit as good as she did that morning.
Ed tried as hard as he could to keep his expression neutral. Surprise, excitement, disappointment, and guilty are not good facial expressions when stacked upon each other.
"Hi," he said. "What's up?"
"Hey, E," she said, apologetically, "I wanted to say..."
"No need, I was a dick and was refusing the help I need." He meant it too. After the outburst, he had all day to think about his actions, and regretted them. Man I'm messed up, he thought, a complete angel like Holly trying to look out for me and I reject it.
"No, it was wrong of me to do that. I wanted to apologize, so I cooked some chicken cordon blu to bring over!" She held up a few Tupperware containers. "May I come in and share it with you?"
He could smell it through the containers and his stomach growled. He couldn't reject it if he wanted to. "Yeah, sure," he said, swinging the door open for her. She bounced inside and started unpacking the meal on the table. He followed her and started setting the table with his few clean pieces of Tupperware. "I hope you made enough, I'm starving. Been awhile since my first home cooked meal."
"Well, I'm sure there is." Hungrily, they started eating. She looked around the apartment and decided he really needed it; the place was a mess but still smelled ok. He looked around the apartment and was glad he picked up a little and did some cleaning today on a whim. She smells intoxicating, and looks so good, he thought. More than his hunger stirred, and he thought about exactly how long it had been since he got so much as a kiss.
As the night progressed, things were looking up. She insisted on helping him clean up, and he proved that he was worth man than dirtying things up. She gave him a buzz cut, and he had to admit it looked sharp on him. The whole time, he could've sworn she was trying to turn him on. The subtle way she held herself, the smell of her perfume, he was straining his self control. Then it happened.
"Oh shit," she said, "I've spilled some of this drink on myself. I have a sports bra underneath of it though, so I'll go without so I don't make a mess everywhere." She stripped of her cami, revealing her tight midriff and cleavage. Her capris were so low he could begin to see the V shaped muscle that lead down to her mound, and picturing running his hands over it was too much. He stood up, reached for a piece of cloth he kept near his bed, and came up behind her.
"OH," she gasped as he blindfolded her, and lightly bit right under her ear where the jaw and neck meant. "E..."
"No more words until I allow them, understand me?" Dammit, don't lose control, don't lose control, you know you can't blow this...
"I understand Master." Whatever hold that small little voice inside his brain had was gone. Self-control was out the window.
He began by removing every last bit of clothes she wore, getting rougher with each piece. He moaned when he saw her naked breasts, C cups he was guessing, with big nipples like he liked. Her slender waist, one of his favorite parts of the body, had no tan lines across the dark skin, making his thoughts about her hobbies even darker. Her pussy was shaved except for a neatly kempt patch of brunette hair in the shape of a triangle right about it. Her shapely ass was all muscle, taut yet big and round. He felt like her body was made for him, and his need to own it, to claim it as his own, grew.
After she was naked, he kissed and bit every single inch on her body. Her nipples became hard enough to cut rocks as he bit and suckled around them, then twisting them between his teeth. He lost count of the amount of hickeys he left on her body. He massaged and grabbed her ass, her breasts, cupped her pussy and could feel how damp it was, the mixture of the smell of her perfume and her pussy driving him wild. Each bite, each grab was more forceful, eliciting a bigger moan from her each time.
"Master..." SMACK!
She squealed as he smacked her ass hard. "I said no words." She moaned.
