'Come over,' his message read.
Anita sighed and dropped the phone on her bed, drumming her fingers on her chin. Anita and Karl had been dating for a few months and Karl was clearly drunk right now. They'd already had sex before, but this was the first time he was crossing the line into booty call. That was her dilemma--did she stay the prim and proper girl that refused to be taken advantage of, or did she feel a little slutty and want to fuck?
Anita wanted to fuck, but she didn't want Karl to know that. No, Anita wanted Karl to work for it.
'I don't know...' Anita texted back.
Karl's message pinged back immediately, 'Come on, babe, I'll make it worth your time.'
'It's a long drive,' Anita responded. Little did Karl know she was already getting ready. She hit send on the text and jumped in the shower.
'Not that long,' Karl added a sleazy winky face.
Jeez, Anita thought, good thing I'm already into him cause that is just not convincing.
'Hmm, it's 20 minutes according to GPS,' Anita messaged as she began rubbing lotion into her legs. The moisturiser was vanilla scented and made her smell like ice cream on a hot day.
'You'd be here by now if you'd left already.'
Anita laughed, Karl was getting impatient. She grabbed her keys and bag before texting, 'Maybe... I'd have to leave early though, I have work tomorrow.'
Karl didn't hesitate with his quick response, 'Yeah, no problem, don't worry.'
Anita did a quick outfit check while she waited for the minutes to pass. She wore a short black skirt, and a tight black baby tee without a bra. She knew the clothes were coming off as soon as she walked through the door anyway, so she had to walk the fine line between sexy but casual.
She checked her phone and saw it had been 4 minutes since Karl's message. Finally she messaged back, 'Alright, fine. GPS says I'll be there in 25 minutes.'
~
Karl was waiting for her on the front steps of his apartment building as she parked. Anita turned the car off and slid out of the car as nonchalantly as she could.
She could see his eyes ravenously rove her body as she approached. Anita pretended not to notice and walked with a slight sway to her hips that was a touch too intentional. She licked her lips and stepped right up to Karl, toe to toe.
'Hi,' she smiled sultrily.
He murmured his greeting as he swooped low and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. It was hot and insistent, strong and powerful, taking control and ownership of her in this one moment. His arms looped around her and drew her in close, drawing her flush with his body. One arm held strong around her waist, and the other travelled low to grip her arse in a firm handful. Her small frame was held tight to his larger firmer frame, muscles defining his every movement.
Karl drew his mouth back, nipping at her bottom lip as he did so. Anita gazed up at him through her lashes, hazy with want and giggled, 'that was a nice hello.'
'How was your drive?' Karl asked gently as he released his arms around her, dropping one hand down Anita's arm to grasp her hand, then leading her into the building.
They made small talk on the way to his apartment, talking about her day. Karl was surprisingly coherent even though Anita could tell he was still drunk.
Anita was midway through a story about a co-worker when she stepped through his front door, 'and she doesn't even know what a pivot table is--like seriously come on. And why--'
Anita cut off as she glanced around the small studio apartment.
There were candles around the room. Not many, not a fire hazard. But three or four around the small room, flickering in the darkness, bathing the room in a romantic, golden glow.
Karl stepped around her to stand in the middle of the room, which was also next to the bed. Honestly, it's a studio apartment, everything was next to the bed.
Anita was a little surprised. This was an adorable, sweet, romantic gesture for what she thought was a dirty little booty call. He had taken the 25 minutes since she told him she was coming to clean up and make it romantic for her, then go wait outside. She felt her heart stirring with emotion and a smile lit up her face.
Anita looked at Karl. Karl sheepishly smiled at Anita.
'You lit candles?' Anita was so happy, she felt it radiating from within her. 'That's so sweet, I love... this.'
Karl didn't say anything at her last minute change of phrase.
Anita dropped her bag at her feet, took off her shoes and walked to Karl.
He picked up right where he left off on his front steps, leaning down in a visceral kiss, hot and sure and demanding. He leaned further down and swooped up her thighs, and the next thing Anita knew, she was clutching Karl's neck as he wrapped her legs around his waist.
With one, two steps he had her against the wall, grinding his hard length into her. The short length of Anita's skirt meant that angle and position granted easy access to her panties. Her panties were so thin that all it took was a minute of kissing and grinding before they were soaked through.
Anita was moaning through the kisses as Karl held her against the wall, and then he started nibbling his way down to her jawline then her neck, then the top of her chest.
Anita dropped her head back enjoying his ministrations when suddenly she lost the balance of the wall at her back and she was swung through the air.
'Karl!' She shrieked and found herself being swung onto the bed, landing on her back, in the middle of the bed with a bounce.
Karl had a hungry look in his eyes as he stood over her, and then he pounced.
Anita giggled with joy as Karl landed on top of her, trapping her hips beneath his and he resumed kissing his way down her neck, her chest, drawing aside her top so a dark nipple appeared. He began licking and sucking, the sensations pulling a thread from Anita's nipples to her toes.
She distractedly started grappling with his back, pulling his t-shirt up, gathering it in her fist and tugging.
Karl released her nipple for a moment to tug the shirt free of his body and threw it across the room before diving back in.
Anita loved Karl's body. It wasn't a rock hard muscle fest, it was better. It was functional strength with a softness she adored. She knew he could lift her suitcase if he needed to, and her, without a moments hesitation, but he didn't insist on boiled chicken and counting calories for dinner. A body with a purpose, and with a softness for life. He was large and fantastic.
Anita moaned in frustration as Karl released her nipple, but sighed in pleasure as she felt him slowly kiss his way down her body.
