Taylor wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was too cold to be sweating. The chill night air breezed hit her face when she made it to the bottom of the staircase. She looked over into the almost-empty moving truck. Only a mini refrigerator and and a few boxes left. Taylor untied her dark hair from its ponytail and retied it so that it could be tighter. She felt sweaty and dirty from moving furniture all day.
The only thing that made this whole day worth it was look at Michael help her and her three roommates move in. Richard was a handsome man: his body was muscular and lean, his arms flexed in the most alluring way when he would pick up the boxes, and his back would ripple, covered in sweat. Taylor as watched him, she thought about how he would never want her. She was plain; pretty at best. She hard dark shoulder length hair, almond shaped eyes. Plain indeed. She also thought about how Michael was off limits.
Michael used to go out with her roommate, Janie. Janie was now dating a new guy, but her and Michael had remained friends. Janie had let it slip though that she still had feelings for him, though she wasn't sure if she wanted to break up with her current boyfriend to go back to him. Taylor couldn't blame her; Janie often told Taylor about Michael's large and beautiful manhood. When ever Taylor heard these stories she thought about how badly she wanted Michael's fat hot cock inside of her, ramming deeper and deeper into her wet and swollen cunt.
Taylor was having a similar fantasy when he lifted one of the last boxes. As he picked up the box, Taylor thought about how he wanted his muscular arms around her. When he lifted it, all she could think about was him lifting her onto his fat cock. When he walked past her she could smell his sweat emanating from body. It was sweet and musky. Taylor immediately felt herself get wet.
No. She couldn't think about him that way. It was wrong. Even though her roommate was going on with another man, Taylor knew she still had feelings for Michael. It was just plan wrong.
Janie came down the stairs with their other roommate Amy and they both took an end of the mini refrigerator. They carried it up the stairs, leaving only one last box. It was a box marked for Taylor's room. Taylor grabbed the small box and carried up the stair, through the living room, through the hall way, around the corner, and into her room. She felt like she had lucked out in getting this room. It was on the other side of the apartment, no so close to the other rooms. She felt like she had seclusion.
Taylor stepped over unpacked boxes, looking for an empty space to put her last parcel. She inextricably threw it onto another box in her frustration. Everything in her room was cover in everything else. The only thing that did not have anything on it was the bed.
"This is a nice room you have here." Came a voice behind her. It was Michael, standing there, shirtless. He was still covered in sweat. Taylor felt a tremble of desire go through her body. The space between her legs grew hot and tense. Michael walked closer to her, making his way through boxes and bags. Taylor wanted so badly to touch him, to feel him. But she couldn't have him.
Taylor backed away, not only because the beautiful man in front of her was off limits, but because she was sweaty and dirty from the day's move.
"Yea, I'm really glad I got it. It's really... private." Taylor responded. Michael turned to examine a partially opened box on Taylor's desk. She breathed a slight sigh of relief. If he wanted her, she wasn't sure she could say no.
"Seems like a great room to fuck." Michael said, not looking at Taylor.
Taylor laughed nervously. Her roommate was in the other room. She may wonder what happened to the both of them. If she walked in and saw Taylor with Michael alone, especially with him not having on a shirt, it would look suspicious. Taylor thought, briefly, that it didn't matter. Why did Janie get to have claim to two boys? It wasn't fair. Michael was free game. Then the voice of reason came back and whispered in Taylor's head "You know it doesn't matter. You know how she feels about him. She's your friend. Friends don't do what you're about to do."
As suddenly as the thought of pulling Michael into her arms and letting him rip her clothes off came into her head it left. She needed to get away, she needed to get clean. Taylor made a mad dash to the box that contained all of her toiletries and grabbed it, then turned to Michael.
"I need to go take a shower. You know, it's been a long day and I just need to feel clean before I do anymore."
