Happy Birthday Ethan

This story is written for a good friend to help him celebrate his birthday. It tells the story of an online romance taken offline for just one day.

It's different from what I usually write, so I hope you enjoy!

Ethan's eyes blinked open as the sun entered his bedroom. It was quiet around him. He looked at his phone 7:53 AM. He yawned and contemplated closing his eyes for just a few more minutes. He had been up late the night before chatting with some of his favorite people. He had hoped he'd be able to sleep in today. It was his birthday, after all. But it's hard to sleep in, the older you get, he thought.

He rolled over onto his side and looked at the empty space in the bed next to him. He closed his eyes, picturing what it might be like if she was there. He contemplated grabbing the pillow, pulling it close to him as if the pillow were her. How he'd slide his hand down to wake her as her back pressed against him. He smiled at the fantasy. He rolled back on his back, grabbing his phone off of his side table. He looked at his messages. He had yet to receive any this morning. He felt a little disappointed, wondering if maybe she was still asleep.

He smirks, giving in. He missed her. "What, no good morning tummy shot?" he texts.

Avery is standing in her room after a shower in just her towel. Her wet hair cascades down her back and she runs her fingers through it. She looks at her phone on her dresser as it lights up with a text. She bites the inside of her cheek, choking back a smile. She loves it when he texts her first. She picks up the phone and her finger hovers over the messaging app. She puts the phone down. No, she thinks, let him wait a few minutes.

She slips into her favorite pair of soft cotton shorts, a bralette and a thin white tank top. Pulling the blankets up so it looks almost like she made her bed, she settles in on top of the covers and lays back down with her knees up and her phone in her hand. She wiggles her bare toes. She takes a deep breath and opens the text. She smirks at the message and rolls her eyes.

"Morning, Ethan," she says. "Sleep well, dear?"

Two minutes pass. "Not bad." She puts the phone down. And picks it back up.

"I'm still in bed... well... back in bed... just got out of the shower... had a good run..."

"That's a nice image."

"Would have been better if you were there with me."

"Mmm, yes it would have."

Avery takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, she slides her fingertips into the waistband of her shorts and wishes it was his fingers. She wants him to take the bait. She waits a few seconds for him to say something else. Crickets.

"Ethan... Climb into bed with me."

Ethan smiles. His birthday is off to a good start. "Yes, Avery." He slides his hand into his sweatpants.

Avery closes her eyes. She takes the lead. She describes for him what she is imagining in her head as her fingers wander just inside her panties, gently touching. How he would take the lead. Kissing her gently with this fingers in her hair as they both laid on their sides facing each other. How she'd drape her leg over both of his and run her foot up and down his calf. How his hand would start reaching up under her shirt, massaging her breasts as he kissed her deeply. How she'd gently whimper into his mouth with each touch. How he'd tell her how badly he wanted to taste her. How eventually he would push her onto her back, start at her neck and work his way down, stripping off her clothes as he went. How his lips would brush every part of her skin. How her fingers would run through his hair, gently massaging his scalp and encourage him.

"Avery, I'm so fucking hard," he texts her.

Avery was desperate for him. Aching. It was his birthday. She wanted this to be the perfect gift.

"Can I say something?" she text.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled as he stared at his phone. He loved and hated when she did that. He sighed. "Yep."

"Ethan, I'm 100% serious... I'm not fucking around... Come over... Please... Just come over..."

"What's your address?" He texts.

Her stomach does a somersault. She takes a deep breath and sends it to him.

"I can be there in 28 minutes," he replies.

"I need more than 28 minutes... noon?"

"Sure," he says. "Don't chicken out on me." He sends her the peach emoji and the monkey. Ass monkey. Cute. Her thing. She laughs and puts her phone down.

Avery stares at herself in the mirror. She paces the bathroom. What the fuck was she thinking? She looks down at her hand. It's shaking. "Chill out, asshole!" she says to herself. She tousles her hair, and considers for a moment putting it up, but then remembers he likes it down. She settles on leaving the soft waves alone. She plays with the thin straps on her blue sundress and goes to sit on the couch and wait.

Ethan stands in the lobby of her building staring at the elevator. Fifth floor. Press the button and go to the fifth floor, he tells himself. His hand clutches something in his hand and he wonders if it was silly to bring it. Takeout and an old college sweatshirt? Will they even eat? And the sweatshirt thing - was it just joke? She brought it up so many times it seemed serious. But what if she wasn't?

He takes a deep breath and hits the elevator button. She is going to be nervous. He has to be relaxed, he tells himself.

She stands staring at the door as she hears the faint knock. The feeling in her stomach is overwhelming. Will he like her dress? Will he like the underwear she picked out just for him? Will she be able to do anything but giggle? Will this be as good in person as it has been for the last few months online? Did she make a huge mistake? Avery closes her eyes as the faint knock happens again. She opens the door. She smiles widely.

"Hi," she says.

He smiles back. Her eyes do look green when they catch the light. "Hi," he says.

They stare at each other for a few moments. She moves aside to let him in. He can almost hear her heart beating out of her chest with fear. He just wants her to feel comfortable.

Ethan steps inside the apartment, closes the door, pushes her against the wall and kisses her, gently on the lips. He pulls back and smiles at her. "Hi," he says again.

"Hi," she repeats, more relaxed now. He stands with one hand on the wall, his face inches from hers. He runs his fingers through her hair.

"Hi," he repeats a third time.

"I know you keep losing words with friends, but I think your vocabulary is slightly bigger than that."

He laughs, kissing her again. "You're still a dick," he says. "The tiniest of dicks."

She looks down at the floor where he had dropped what was in his hand. "Presents?!" she says.

"You always said you couldn't fuck me until we eat. I brought food. Italian. Since it appears to be the only food that you and I like in common."

She laughs. "And cauliflower soup, right?" He smiles again. He is still standing so close to her. "What's that?" she asks, pointing to the sweatshirt.

"A hoodie in case I get cold later," he says with the doofy half smile she loves.

"Oh, is that what it's for?" He nods. "Are we going to eat or just stand this close all night?"

He shakes his head and leans in, kissing her. How has he waited this long for this moment? He pulls back. "No," he says. "Closer."

She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. They stand, pressed against the wall in the hallway, kissing for a few minutes. Eventually, she pulls away.

"I really am hungry," she says, a little breathless.

"Okay, let's eat then." He picks the food up off the floor and lets her lead the way into the kitchen. Avery places the food on the counter. "Unpack and I'll grab plates?" she tells him. He nods. She reaches above her into the cabinet and he takes a moment to watch her as he takes out the food. She turns to face him. "You staring at me, Ethan?" she asks.

He shakes his head. "Nope."

She rolls her eyes. "Stools or couch?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Where do you usually eat?"

"You going to crawl under my skirt if I say stools?"

He laughs. "Not yet." She took a deep breath. The jokes were helping to cut the tension.

The two took their seats at the counter. Usually the talker, Avery was unusually quiet. He could tell she was nervous, wondering where the conversation would lead. He tries to set her at ease. He led the conversation as best he could. Their Achilles heel being the shy awkwardness they both shared.

He looks at her as they finish. He just stares at her. He can tell she's nervous again. She leans over the counter, resting her chin in her hands. She lets her foot brush his leg.

Was that on purpose,

he wonders?

"I'm sorry there's no dessert," she says. "I almost baked, but I... just... I took longer to get dressed than I thought."

"There's dessert," he says, sizing her up. She giggles. "What?" he questions.

She can barely get the words out. "That just sounds so fucking cheesy in person," she says. "I know you've text it to me a million times, but like, that sounds fucking cheesy in person."

"Brat," he smirks. She raises her eyes flirtatiously and shrugs her shoulders. He grabs her stool, pulling it closer to him. "I should punish you for that," he tells her.

She shakes her head. "Don't," she tells him. "Remember the first week when you told me how ticklish you are, I could take you."

It's now or never, he decides. He leans in closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Oh Avery, sweetie," he says, "I'm going to take you."

She starts giggling again. "It's just so fucking cheesy to hear you..." He leans forward, kissing her on the lips. "Avery, shut up," he says.

He kisses her again, tangling his fingers in her hair, a little bit more aggressively this time. They kiss for what feels like a lifetime. She had seen a few pictures of his face before now and had been drawn to his lips. Soft, thick and full, she had always imagined he was a good kisser. He didn't disappoint now. He knew how to use his tongue, and his lips matched hers perfectly. She melted into him as he kissed her. She leaned over closer and she almost lost her balance on the stool. He caught her and she laughed.

"Maybe this is too precarious," he said. "Want to move to the couch?"

"Or my room?" she questioned suggestively.

He follows her lead on this one. "Okay," he says. She takes him by the hand leading him down the hall. She realizes as soon as she pulls him into the bedroom that she never made her bed. Underneath the disheveled comforter is a mess of sheets and blankets. She turns to face him. She knows he's seen 100 pictures of her bedroom, and yet being here in person is new.

"I'm sorry... I didn't clean. I guess I got distracted and I forgot. You probably think I'm a total slob and maybe... I'd say we could go into Carly's room which is probably way cleaner than mine and like, but that's probably a bad idea, right? Do you think I'm gross? Do you think..." He let her ramble. He found her nervous talking habit a bit adorable. She stops herself. "I'm sorry, I'm nervous. First date," she says.

He steps in closer to her, resting his hands on her hips. "Relax, Dear," he says. "Just relax. We've been on way more than one date."

She nods and takes a deep breath. He touches her shoulders. Pictures did not do her justice. She is beautiful. His fingertips dance underneath the straps of her dress and he lets them slip down her arm. He slides the dress down and it pools at her feet. She is wearing a soft pink strapless bra and pink lacy panties. "Let me look at you," he says. She turns around slowly. He takes her in. "I've always liked looking at you," he tells her. She bites her lip and stares back at him.

"We're really going to do this, aren't we?" she asks.

"Yeah, he says. "We are."

He steps in closer to her. "Ethan, I know we've talked through this so many times. I know that like, I could almost... but I..." her voice trails off as she watches him get closer to her. He isn't that much taller than her, maybe 5 inches, but dropping her head to try not to look at him, he seems to tower over her. He places his hand under her chin and pulls her face up.

"Shhhh," he tells her. "Just relax. I'm not going to fuck you in the ass today." Another joke to lighten the mood. She laughs, and smiles. He moves in closer. He lets his lips brush gently against hers. "I'll take care of you, Avery," he says. "I'm going to take care of you."

The words send a chill down her spine. He brings his lips to her neck and gently kisses and sucks on the skin between her collarbone and the base of her neck. He works his way down, lips and tongue tracing circles on her skin. Her hands go to his hair and she holds him against her. He pushes her back against the bed and she falls on top of the blankets. She sits up on her elbows and looks at him as he stares at her. He licks his lips subtly and pulls his shirt over his head. She gets the first real glimpse of him. Always self-conscious about his body, she can't seem to understand why, as she looks at him.

He kneels in front of her now as her legs dangle off the bed. Avery lays back, and closes her eyes, trying to focus solely on how he is making her feel. He starts at her feet, paying careful attention to her toes, sucking on them gently. She smiles to herself. This had never been her thing, only his, and yet in this moment, the feeling is perfect. He moves to her ankle, tracing his lips and tongue up the inside of her leg. He spends time devouring the inside of her thighs. He hooks his thumbs into her panties, sliding them down and off. He moves between her legs, smiling as he stares at her pussy.

It had been five months since their first online conversation. And there hadn't been a day that had passed in that time where he hadn't thought about tasting her. He wanted to take his time. To savor every inch of her. He spread her lips with his fingers, flattened his tongue and took one, long lick, from bottom to top. When he reached her clit he flicked it a few times with his tongue, listening to her soft whimpers. They were even better in person than they had ever been on the phone.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and slipped two fingers inside of her. She let out a low, soft moan, her breath catching in the back of her throat. He focused his attention on her clit. Sucking and teasing it with his tongue as he fingered her. She dropped her hand into his hair, tugging gently. She felt herself reaching the edge and she rocked her hips against his face, encouraging the pace and she speed she wanted. He punched his fingers inside of her faster, curling them slightly. Each time he hit that soft spot inside of her she moaned. He smiled against her as he kept going.

"Fuck, Ethan," she said. "Fuck, I'm going to cum."

He said nothing, he just kept going, increasing his pace as he felt her get closer and closer. "Fuck, fuck." She banged her fist against the bed, as she exploded into his mouth. He kept licking, let her ride through it. Her breathing quickened, and then slowed. He pulled his head back, standing up and leaning over her. He brought his lips to hers, letting her taste herself. She was breathless as she kissed him.

"Ethan..." she started, as he stood up, standing next to the bed to slide his pants off. "Ethan..."

"Yes, Avery?" He slipped his underwear off. Her eyes widened a bit as his hard cock came into view. Recently, they'd joked that he was bigger than he had initially told her, not huge, but significantly bigger than average, and thick, very thick.

"Ethan I want..." she struggled even in person to find the words, to be assertive. "Ethan can I please..." he knew exactly what she wanted. He shook his head.

"Avery," he said, firmly, sternly. "Avery, I want you exactly how I like." She stared back at him, her mind racing. "Avery we've talked about this a dozen times. How do I want you?"

Her eyes closed and she focused. She moved backwards up the bed, resting her head against the pillows. She brought her knees to her chest, spreading herself open for him. He climbed onto the bed, following her up towards the headboard. "You're such a good girl," he said.

She felt her entire body quiver as he said the words. He moved over her, admiring her perfect body. She felt the weight of him, settle on top of her as he brought a hand to a breast, kneading it in his hands, as his lips attacked the other. He wanted her so badly, but he wanted to make this moment last.

"Ethan," she whimpered. She was dripping wet, she wanted him so badly. "Ethan," she said again.

This time, he didn't shush her. Settling in between her legs, he traced the head of his cock on the outside of her pussy lips, teasing her. "Ethan," she said again. He brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as he pushed all the way inside her. He had been waiting months to feel her gasp into his mouth as he took her, and it was as sweet and perfect as he had imagined. He thrust deeply a few times, letting her moan each time their hips met. But then he stopped, holding himself above her, but still inside her, he waited for her to make a move.

Desperate for him, she pushed her hips against his, fucking herself on his cock as he stayed still, buried inside her. "That's it, Avery," he whispered in her ear. "fuck me."

She fucked back against him, whimpering underneath him, wanting to prolong the feeling. He could feel her get tired after a few seconds, and he took over. He switched off between soft quick thrust, and hard deep thrusts, the kind that made her lose her breath each time he buried himself to the hilt. He could feel her gripping him as he thrust, her breath quickening once again, her moans getting louder. "That's it Avery, let go. Just cum for me."

She shook her head. "No, Ethan I want..." she started.

"Just fucking cum, Avery, let go. Come on, give it to me." She tried to hold out, she tried, desperately. But a few more thrusts and she exploded onto him, gripping his cock, squeezing, her pussy pulsing around it. He let out a low groan himself, exploding inside of her as he felt her cum. He tried to fuck her through it, but after a few seconds he stopped, falling completely on top of her.

She ran her fingers down his back as she tried to catch her breath. He softened a bit, and pulled out, rolling over next to her.

"I... I need some water," she told him. "Do you want some water?"

He nodded. She retreated to the kitchen. A few minutes later she returned. He'd slipped back into his underwear and his jeans and was lying on her bed. She had found his sweatshirt in the kitchen and put it on. She put the water next to him on the side table. He smiled at her.

"The sweatshirt thing," he said. "I get it now."

She climbed back into the bed next to him. She pondered her next move for a second, not wanting to go too far. But at the same time, wanting the intimacy and the connection that had driven them together in the first place. She curled up against him, resting her head on his chest, her arm draped across him. He ran his fingers through her hair.

"Is this on okay birthday, so far?" she asked him.

"The best," he replied. He looked down at her as her eyes closed gently. He kept stroking her hair, smiling. "Just fucking perfect," he whispered.