Kim looked into his face and tried not to fidget. It was beyond embarrassing and she didn't want to seem as nervous as she was. What she was proposing was about as indecent as it could get. And if he were to refuse her request, or worse, if he were to laugh... let's just say that she was hoping for a far more favorable response.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
Unable to judge if he was serious or not; Kim decided to collect that of her pride that was still intact and play off her suggestion.
"No, I'm just kidding! Come on, like you'd ever go for that anyway. I know you're not that kind of guy, Thomas."
She hoped that he was buying her overly cavalier attitude.
"Okay, first off: every guy is that kind of guy. I mean, come on. But you shouldn't joke like that with people. What if I thought you were serious?"
"Well, I guess it's a pretty fucked up way to play with somebody..."
"Uh, yeah. What made you say that anyway?" he asked.
She toyed with the bracelet on her wrist while trying to think of something, anything to say to deflect suspicion.
"I said I was just kidding. What's with the third degree? Did I hit a nerve or something?" she returned.
"I didn't think you were so dedicated to practical jokes. I mean, you brought me all the way here, to an empty classroom, with no one else here to play a prank on me?"
Even Kim realized just how implausible the whole thing was. She was about to try and talk her way out of the whole situation, but he cut her off.
"Almost a year, huh?"
"What?"
"Since you've had sex? You told me the other day. You want to fuck?" he asked calmly.
Kim glanced around before trying to meet his gaze, and failing. What was she so nervous about? She wasn't nervous as she fantasized about him. Seeing his hands in her minds eye, massaging her breasts. Gently twisting her nipples, before placing a single kiss on her neck and letting his hands venture lower. She looked at him with determination.
"Yes."
"I'm with someone, right now."
"I know. I'm not looking for another boyfriend. I'm just looking for some no-strings-attached sex. I'm sorry for even asking. I know it's not right. Besides..."
"Besides what?"
"You're one of my brothers' friends. You're one of mine, too. I don't want to risk another friendship because I want to get laid. Please, just forget I said anything."
She turned and made for the door, but Thomas was too quick for her and caught her arm. He pulled her away from the door. She didn't struggle but did manage to look guilty.
"No strings attached? No relationship? Just sex? Can you even handle that?" he asked.
"I don't want a relationship. I want sex. I feel bad just admitting that."
"Come here on Friday. I'll pick you up at two," he said.
"Two?!"
"Unless you have to work. Friday is my only day off this week."
"No, I'm off too."
"No, you're not. But by the time I'm done, you will be."
Kim still couldn't believe it as she sat in the bathtub in his apartment. She was going to have sex after a year long lack. And she was going to have it with a man that admitted that he was a sexual deviant. He'd encouraged her to take her time in the tub. He had a paper to finish. She kind of wanted to get it over with, but she knew it was her nerves talking. Taking a deep breath, she tried again to relax. The hot water was helping, but she was still tense. Thomas knocked on the door and asked if he could come in. She was about to refuse, but decided that he'd be seeing all of her shortly.
"Sure. What's up?" she asked.
He was wearing a pair of faded boxers, his light brown skin still a little shiny with the lotion he'd rubbed in earlier. He kneeled by the tub and reached in to run his hand along her thigh. She stiffened and allowed the touch. He chuckled as he fished around for the bath cloth.
"I hope you're not scared."
He was looking in the tub at her as he said that. With the cloth in hand, he gently set to work on her breasts.
"'m not scared."
"Liar. You're shaking. The water is still hot. We don't have to do this, if you don't want to. You can get dressed and I can take you home, if you want."
"No! I don't want to go."
"Fine. Try to relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Not on purpose, anyway."
He dropped the cloth and reached for the soap. She looked at him curiously, and a bit disappointed to have his hands leave her chest. He just smiled and placed his lathered hands back onto her. She groaned as she felt his fingers close possessively around each breast.
"Nice," he said quietly.
She shook her head and looked away. They weren't nice, not by her standards anyway.
"Could you stop that? Take the freaking compliment, okay. It won't kill you."
"Sorry. I just...sorry..."
"Geeze, you've been fucked up alright. Lean forward; I'll wash your back."
He dutifully scrubbed and rinsed her back, marveling at how soft her skin was. Once finished he ran a hand down her cheek and leaned in to brush his lips across hers. Unaware that it was coming, she tried to speak just as his mouth pressed over hers. He was getting a little annoyed with her until he decided to slip his tongue into her mouth.
"Is she this soft all over?" he thought.
"Seriously, are you okay?" he asked aloud.
"Um, no..."
"You're not doing anything."
"Okay. I was hoping you could tell me what to do. I don't know what you're expecting or if I'd even do anything right."
"But, you're not a virgin..."
"He fucked like an old man. He just climbed on top of me and went until he got tired. I just spread my legs and moved my hips."
Thomas looked at her for a moment before standing up and grabbing a towel.
"Come on out, this may take some time."
She stood slowly, an arm over her breasts and the other protectively covering the juncture of her thighs. Careful to hold that pose, she stepped over the rim of the tub and onto the mat. He shook his head at her as he tried not to laugh.
"Isn't that a bit much?"
"What?"
He gestured to her covering herself and approached her with the towel.
"Put your arms down," he laughed.
With wide eyes, she slowly lowered her arms. She could feel the heat in her face and tried to ignore it. She was hoping that he wasn't looking at her. Which was absurd. Why wouldn't he be looking at her?
"Hold still..." he muttered.
He shook out the towel just a bit before again going for her breasts, his hands gently caressing the heavy globes. She tried to keep her moaning down; she had a tendency to be really loud. She had been told, at least. His eyes had glazed over and he applied a little more pressure to them. Unable to help herself, she gave a soft moan as he squeezed. He seemed to shake himself out of hit and grinned up at her.
"Sorry, I'm a bit of a breast man. You've got a great pair. Very nice. D's?" he asked casually as he moved on to her arms and shoulders.
"Yeah, 36D."
"I see you shaved."
"I heard that's what you liked."
"You heard right, almost a fetish. Spread your legs."
She complied as he continued to dry her. Soon he finished. He dropped the towel to the floor and gave her a once over. He seemed satisfied. Ushering her into the bedroom, he saw her seizing up again. With a sigh he followed her up to the bed and pushed her onto it. In an attempt to catch herself, she landed on all fours on the large bed. Met with the sharp scent of cologne and the faint musk that clings to all men, she took a deep breath as she started to roll over. He sat on the bed and gestured her over to him. He kissed her deeply and caressed her cheek. She was on all fours again, her head over his lap.
"I hope that this isn't beyond your skills."
It didn't take long for her to lower her head and deliver as much attention to his penis and balls as possible. This wasn't new to her. In fact, it was one of her skills. She prided herself on giving great head. And he still smelled of soap.
"Oh, fuck yeah... I had no idea you could do it like that!" he said admiring her talent.
She didn't bother to answer him; it would only stop his pleasure. She was hoping for some serious payback. She expected him to give as good as he got.
"Okay, stop. Unless you want a facial?" he asked.
"Condom. You can do it inside. Later, you can come on me wherever you want. I don't think I'll care."
"What did I tell you about making offers that you have no intention of making good on?"
She flashed a wicked grin.
"Who said I wasn't going to make good on it?"
He climbed up further on the bed.
"Sit in my lap and spread your legs."
She purposefully allowed herself to drag against his dick along the way. When she finally settled, he reached around to stroke her breasts again.
"Really, I love these. So soft."
"Please..." she whispered.
"What was that?"
"Squeeze them a little harder. You can touch my nipples, too."
His grip was suddenly very firm and the index finger and thumb of each hand had a firm grip on her taut nipples. Rolling them between his fingers he smiled as he realized that she was grinding her thighs together.
"I think you like this. But we can still make it better. Spread your legs."
"Okay..."
As soon as her legs were parted he quickly placed a hand on her mound, grinding slowly. She tensed up and tried to turn to look at him.
"I'm not wet, yet," she gasped.
