Blair and Mason

Blair was sprawled out on the couch, still half-drunk from the night before. She turned over sleepily, only for her head to bang into the empty bottle next to her. She shook her head and opened her eyes slowly and painfully. The light of the morning, though gentle, seemed oppressive to her.

Mason stepped into the living room and saw her coming too. He extended his hand to offer her a cup of coffee. "Here," he said, "This will help you come to your senses."

She sat up wearily and took the cup from his hand. "Thanks," she said as she sipped it. She looked down and noticed she was wearing a lacey black bikini. It accentuated the voluptuousness of her body, revealing much of the shapeliness of her breasts. It's dark color also matched the deep obsidian color of her long, cascading hair. "When did I put this on?" she asked.

Mason sighed and sat down, his eyes trying to evade her appearance. "You and your friends had a bet to see who looked the best in their bathing suit," he said, "You had the male guests vote on you all."

"Oh," she said, "I won right?" She started to take small sips of her coffee. Blair looked at him, and noticed his eyes would not make contact with her. "Why won't you look at me?" she asked.

Mason took a deep breath. The time had come. "I just can't do this anymore," he said, "I feel like we are just too different to make this work."

Blair felt her heart freeze up inside. "What do you mean?" she asked becoming unnerved, "What are you trying to say?" Deep down, she knew what he was trying to say, but didn't want it to be true.

"You are a lot of fun, and I'll always care about you," Mason said staring at his shoes.

"Are you breaking up with me?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.

"I just feel like it is best for both of us," he said, "I can find someone to settle down with and you can find someone who is more into this wild party thing."

"I can cut down on the partying," Blair said in a panic, "I know I can be a bit much sometimes."

"You always apologize and promise to change," Mason said, "It's never going to happen. I'm not mad. I've just accepted it."

Mason stood up and started to walk out the door.

"You can't be serious!" she shouted, "We belong together. We always have!"

Mason walked out the door without responding.

Blair struggled to comprehend what had just happened. She told herself there was no way he could have meant it. She told herself he was just talking in anger. He had never been able to resist her in the past, and that was never going to change. She felt confident he would come back.

Two weeks went by, and she hadn't heard a word from Mason.

His absence was overwhelming to her. In bed, she would fantasize about his chiseled athletic body. The way her head would rest on his chest. How safe she felt wrapped up in his embrace. The way she would rub up against his leg and get turned on.

She felt certain he must miss her. When in bed together, he was like a wild animal in his lust for her. The way his eyes would hungrily study the shape of her body. She only had to get him in a room alone, she thought, and he would be unable to resist her. She would lure him back in. She just needed some way to get his attention. Then she got an idea.

She went to the grocery store and picked up a carton of eggs. She drove by his house late one night and saw his car parked in the driveway. She got out and, one by one, flung each of the eggs onto the car. It was a huge mess by the time it was over. She drove home, confident that she need only wait for his arrival.

Sure enough, the next day she heard an aggressive knocking on her door. She opened the door, wearing a pink tube top and tight blue shorts. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"I know it was you that fucked with my car," he said. He struggled not to stare at her sexy attire.

She shrugged. "I have no idea what you are talking about," she said. She turned around and walked back inside, allowing him to follow her. She swayed her hips as she walked, making sure to draw attention to her ass.

His eyes followed her butt like the swing of a hypnotist's watch. "You are such a liar!" he yelled, "You are just mad at me for dumping you. I should just call the police."

"Why didn't you then?" she asked leaning against the counter, arching her back slightly as she poured herself a coffee. The whole move seemed rehearsed somehow. "If I'm just some crazy witch you don't care about any more than you should just call the cops," she stated flatly.

"I never said I didn't care about you or called you a crazy witch," he said, "I just said we aren't right for each other anymore."

"Oh really?" she asked sarcastically, "Then why haven't you stopped looking at my ass?"

Mason blushed. "That doesn't mean anything," he said, "Being attracted to you doesn't mean I want to be with you."

"I think it does," she said. She leaned in, allowing him to glance down her top at her plump breasts.

"You are so transparent and phony," he said, "You are just trying to manipulate me."

She smirked at him deviously. "You want to fuck me so bad right now that it's sad," she said tauntingly. She leaned in and kissed his lips with a peck.

All at once he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips forcefully onto hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth. His hands squeezed her ass aggressively. He spanked her ass, sending a stinging sensation up her body. Her tongue wrestled with his, becoming totally entangled. He began to suck on her tongue as his hands yanked her tight shorts off.

Her hands went up his shirt and rubbed his hardened abs and chest. She began to claw his chest and stomach lightly as he broke the kiss and began to plant slight bites on the side of her neck. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the counter as he began to grind the bulge in his pants in between her legs.

Mason moved his hands up and pulled her tube top down to her stomach, causing her breasts to bounce as they were set free.

"I knew you couldn't resist," she said.

"Shut up," he replied. His hands massaged her breasts deeply as he leaned in and sucked on her nipples one at a time. His lips tugged on them aggressively as he sucked them, making Blair pant and moan wildly.

Mason stepped back and undid his pants. He pulled them and his boxers down, exposing his hardened, throbbing manhood. He grabbed Blair by her hair and pulled her to her knees. He pushed his cock into her mouth and began to pump it into her, making her gag as his balls slapped against her chin. She felt his cock pulsing against her tongue. She swirled her tongue around it as her hands clawed at his abs harder, leaving slight red lines on his upper body.

Her eyes looked up at him with a sense of self-satisfaction. He thrusted his rod in aggressively, making her eyes roll back as she gagged even more. Her hands pushed his body back to get some air. She placed his cock in between her breasts. He began to make her tits bounce with each thrust, enjoying the feeling of fucking her soft breasts.

"I know you've been thinking about my pussy ever since we broke up," she said.

He felt himself become angry again, more so because he knew it was true. He pulled her up by her hair and turned her around. He bent her over the counter and began to thrust his cock into her flower from behind.

Blair's mouth hung open, enjoying the rapid thrusting of his rod into her pussy, stretching her walls and hitting deep inside of her. Mason let out a series of moans as he felt his manhood being milked by the tightness of her womanhood. Suddenly, he felt the cum well up inside him and shoot into her. Blair's pussy spasmed against him, making her body writhe from her own orgasm.

They both breathed heavily as Mason stepped back. Blair laid lazily on the counter. Mason grabbed his clothes and got dressed.

"I think I might actually hate you," he said.

"That's fine," she said, "As long as you keep coming back to me."