All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Perks of Being a Podcaster
by MrMaxLord
(MF, Oral, Anal, Cons)
Chapter 16: Troian Bellisario
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It seemed like the time alone with Hailee passed in mere moments, but that's the thing about a good time, it's always over far too soon. Once we'd made it back into town we parted ways with a goodbye kiss, or rather simply a see you later one and then it was back home for me to relax for two more days before getting back to work.
When I came to my door and walked through, two things alerted me as being off. One, my door was unlocked. Two, Troian was standing in the middle of my living room, wearing only one of my button-up shirts and holding a glass of red wine.
"Hey," I said. "What's all this?"
"Oh, hi," said Troian. "You're back early." She set down the wine and came over to greet me with a hug. "How was the hot spring?"
"Fine...what are you doing here?"
"Housesitting. You know, like you asked me to do?"
"Okay, let me rephrase that," I said. "What are you doing here only wearing one of my shirts?"
"Oh, that." replied Troian. "I was here, feeding the fish, decided to make some lunch. Then wanted wine with said lunch. When I opened the wine, pulled the corkscrew a bit too hard, and voila, red wine all over my blouse and jeans. Speedily took them off and dunked them in the laundry and grabbed one of your shirts."
"Okay, well I guess I just have to thank wine and gravity for the leg show." Troian smirked, the expression betraying something more going on here. I continued at her pace until I knew what was up.
Tro took a seat on the couch, laying back in a way she had to have known showed off her legs in the most pleasing way possible. And obviously, she knew it. It wouldn't show on her face for someone who didn't know what to look for. But me...I can read those brown eyes. It's why she never played poker against me. Still, I let her play things out.
"So, have fun feeding fish and getting my mail?" I asked.
"Hey, I did more than that," she responded. "I also helped myself to some of your wine and watch the movies you have that aren't streaming anywhere."
"Well, just so you know you're not getting paid for that extra stuff."
"Isn't that always the way? You go the extra mile, get nothing in return." She moved a bit on the couch, facing me completely now. "Now, before we can really get down to the brass tacks of your little vacation tryst, we have one more element to throw in."
Before I could ask what she was talking about, there was a knock on the door and Troian sprung up and answered the door. When she returned, she had an extra large pizza in her hands. She looked at me and motioned her head towards the kitchen counter. By the time I joined her, the pizza box was open revealing the toppings on this particular pie.
"Hot sauce, garlic and pineapple?"
"Well, I knew you were coming back today so I thought, what better way to surprise you than with your favorite pizza?"
"It's our pizza," I said. "It's literally the only one we ever ate together. Ordering it for years has it burned into my memory."
"Well, that's not a bad thing is it?" Troian asked with a smile.
"Is everything all right?" I asked. "I mean, Patrick didn't have a bad case of fucking another woman again, did he?"
"Not exactly." She approached me, her brown eyes never breaking their lock on mine. "See, I finally did what I should have done a while ago. I sat Pat down and we talked about it. A serious, no wiggle room, no bullshit talk about our relationship, and we reached a compromise."
"And that was?" I asked, somewhat getting an answer as Troian reached to my belt, undoing it and tossing it aside.
"One weekend free. No consequence. Do whatever we want with whoever we want. No bachelor or bachelorette party atmosphere that's the tease of action with no fulfillment."
Troian kissed my chin, then her lips went to my neck while her hands unzipped my pants. "One weekend to get all the single life we want. No regrets left to be had. So...he's gone off to Vegas to have one last crazy single weekend. And me...well..I want a flashback weekend. Just you and me Bart. No one else..."
Her lips moved to mine, her tongue slithering out to lick my lips before kissing them. She didn't have to wait for an answer. She knew she had me the moment I walked through the door.
I reached under her shirt and squeezed Troian's ass while her hands went to my pants. She deftly undid my fly and locked eyes with me, a sexy little smirk on her face as she descended to her knees, tugging my pants down along the way.
"Fuuck...that's it Tro," I moaned as she took me in her mouth. I hate to reduce things with Troian to blunt statements, but holy shit could she suck a dick. Her tongue snaked and massaged my cock, her hands going from stroking my shaft to fondling my balls, Troian knew everything it took to get me right on that edge and keep me there until she was ready for me to go over.
"Oh shit..." I mumbled, throwing my head back as Tro began to take me into her throat. She braced herself against me, gripping my hips as she took me in deep, all the way down. "Keep it there baby...fuck Tro...mmm baby fuck..."
Troian pulled back, breathing deep as she rubbed my cock all over her face. I reached down and held her brown hair back, flashing her a smile. "Don't stop Tro," I said, my voice more of a growl than anything. "Suck my cock."
